Sheila Singh Stark was back in her dormitory for the first time in a long time.
　No, not a dormitory, but a mansion.
　Sheila was now living in a shared house where only the top four of the military school were allowed to live.

　It was far larger than the piggybacked dorms, and the beds were fluffy.
　With a dedicated housemaid, it was like living like an aristocrat.
　The only downside was that they would have to stay under the same roof, along with their rivals.

　Sheila crosses the courtyard of the mansion.
　She was about to head for the front door when she heard a voice.

'You're back, Sheila,'

　It was a boy with glasses who called out to me.
　He had pure white hair and three black trilinear eyes.
　He was so pale you'd think he'd never been in the sun, and his fingers, delicate as a pianist's, were covered with a dee cup handle.

　His seemingly sickly name was Fabbro Guillermo Marcal.
　He was a man who also ranked second in military school.
　At the age of fourteen, he was nicknamed "The Strategist," and while still a student, he participated in three conflicts as a chief strategist. He has demonstrated his abilities to the fullest extent, leading the Royal Army to victory.
　In recognition of his achievements, he is the youngest person ever to be awarded the rank of Viscount (Girell).

Fabbro, you're back. You're back, and this time you're back much earlier.

Your enemy was incompetent. I had a diversionary tactic, and I fell for it in a very funny way. I didn't lose any money and I'll get another medal.

Hmmm....

Oh, no. I wonder if there isn't a big war going on somewhere. I'm tired of dealing with the "villagers". More importantly, I heard you collapsed in the middle of a triumphal ceremony. Is she all right now?

'It's rare for a fabro to worry about someone else, isn't it? You know (I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know), right?

'Ha!　No wonder.

　Fabbro took off his glasses.
　His black eyes were tinged with magic.
　They began to glow gold.

"I have eyes that see through everything.

Yes.

　Sheila's attitude was curt.
　It's a good thing that you're not a fan of this kind of thing.

By the way, Lacelle Singh Stark is your brother or sister or something?

Come on. I don't know.

'The last day of the Triumphal Celebration. There will be a model match. One of the representatives from the other side had the same last name as you. I don't think there are many barons (Singh) with the surname of Stark.

Don't make me keep saying it, Fabbro. I told you.


　He doesn't know who Lacelle Singh Stark is........


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　The last day of the triumphalist festival.
　The model match was about to begin.
　The knight's training ground next to the royal palace is filled with an unusual heat.
　Gathered there were the nobles, students of the school and their officials.
　This is a battle that is destined to happen once a year.
　Many people were raising their voices to watch it.

　We are watching the scene from inside the tent that serves as an anteroom.
　Across the hard sand, there were many spectators waiting for the players to appear.

　Sneaking out of the tent, Sarasa looks out to see what's going on outside.
　She shook her body with a buzz.

'It's an amazing crowd. I'm getting nervous.''

They're really excited, but the word on the street is that they have a huge advantage. I don't think anyone thinks we can win.

　Cecil poked his cheekbones, "Huh," he said.
　It was Rowan who tussled his red hair.

'Cover him up. 'Right, Lacelle?'

Rowan's right. Don't worry. You guys are strong. If you play it cool, you have the power to take down the elite of the military academy.

But...

　Sarasa looked down, unsure of herself.

　I take her hand and make eye contact with her.
　'Ha-ha-ha,' she said, her face turning redder and redder as she looked at me.
　Ignoring the change in my companion, I continued to speak.

'I'm not asking you to believe in yourself. But you'll have to trust me, Sarasa, to believe that we can win.

Uh-huh--

　At that moment, the announcement of the players' entrance is played.
　We formed a circle.

'We're going to win!'

Why would Cecil tell you that? This is Lacelle.

It's okay. This is the kind of thing Cecil is supposed to be doing.

'Hahaha...'

Then again..... We'll win!


　　　" " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " " "


　Our voices came together.
　I flipped the tent and we stepped out into the battlefield.


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　Sheila, on the other hand, was in a separate tent from the rest of the players.
　In front of her in the chair was Ravench.
　The bald-headed man smiles at his own child, as if he is compassionate.

'How are you feeling, Sheila?'

It's not bad.

'Well. That's good to hear.

　Ravench and Sheila's relationship with Sheila has been together longer than Sheila's own father.
　At a very young age, she was enrolled in a military school, but her first year was spent crying in her dormitory.

　She couldn't use it at this point.

　The school officials thought so, and suggested that she be sent home.
　But Ravench disagreed and continued to stay with Sheila.
　Little by little, she, too, forgave Ravench.

　The turning point came when she was six years old.
　Sheila Singh Stark changed dramatically after she swallowed a jewel that Ravench had given her as a "strength potion".
　She started going to school and rapidly improved her grades.
　At the same time, she lost her humanity.

　She was admitted to secondary school in a skipped grade.
　Incidentally, her absorption capacity was so great that she has now overtaken the "strategist" Fabbro and is now the head of the military school's secondary school.

　To Sheila, Ravench was like a second father who saved her from hell.

'The man you're dealing with is Lasser Singh Stark. Are you all right?

No problem.

Yes, that's a good boy. Good boy. Here's your pill of the day.

　Ravench held out the gem.
　Sheila swallows the potion without hesitation.
　Softly, the blonde hair floats up.
　Her skin was slightly glowing and her magic power was becoming fuller.

''I'm going to go.''

Yeah. Go kick his ass.

　Ravench held out his fist.
　Sheila lightly rubbed her fist and walked out into the hall.

　Ravench bites his finger as he looks at the back of his daughter, who is as good as his own child.

'd*mned brat. Do you really want to see your sister that badly?'

　But you know what?

Oh, well. My brainwashing is impossible to break.

　He had the last laugh.


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　The first game of the model match was about to begin.
　The representative of the military school, Aralcos Lierta, was a man of the dwarven race.
　Despite being of a smaller race, the man is taller than Rowan.
　His body was also large and toned, and he seemed to be working out quite well.

　In contrast, they were of the same dwarven race.

''Adventurer's School Representative Cecil Ribom!

　When he was called out, Cecil raised his hand to the cheers.

　When he was in the tent, he looked slightly nervous.
　But now, I can't feel the slightest trace of it.
　He must be the type of person who turns the pressure of the surroundings into strength.

　Cecil and Aralcos confronted each other.

''Begin!''

　As if on cue, it was Cecil who jumped out.
　In contrast, it seems that Aralcos will intercept him.
　He drew his sword and activated his magic.

　[Strengthening muscle mass]

　Cecil also activates his magic while moving.

　[Sharpening]
　[Weight reduction]

　Double activation.

　The bleachers erupted into a boil as I watched it.

"Hey-- Didn't we just get a double activation?
And we're on the move.
Hey...... Didn't you say elementary school earlier?
'I didn't realize the Adventurer's School was at such a high level!

　It was the students of the military school, the enemy side, who were surprised.
　They peeled their eyes away from the double activation that Cecil expressed without difficulty.

　Beside their voices, Cecil's blade closed in on Alarcos.
　But Alarcos is calm.
　He had properly caught the enemy.
　He swung down from the big top step.

　Sharp!

　The original basic ability.
　From there, [Strengthened muscle mass].
　Alarcos' swing left even the sound behind.

　Gaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

　It rolled up the hard sandy ground with ease.
　The sand splattered and hung over the auditorium.

　The tip of the sword swung down.
　There is no sign of Cecil.
　Was his body scattered by the too rigid sword?
　At this premonition, the faces of the audience turned blue.

　But the answer is "no".

　Having completely lost sight of the enemy, Aralcos searches his surroundings.
　By the time he noticed their presence, they were completely behind him.

"This way!

　I turn around in a hurry.
　But it's too late.
　Cecil's blade rested on Alarcos' shoulder.

　Gakiin!

　A hard metallic sound echoes.

''Goof........''

　It was Alarcos who laughed.
　He stopped Cecil's blade with his broad shoulders.
　His skin, which had been brown, had turned a dull color.

　[Physical Steeling]

　It was the intermediate magic of [Warrior (Warrior)].
　It was a magic that could turn flesh into steel and withstand magical attacks in addition to slashing and thrusting.

''It means you're not the only one who can do double activation.

　Alarcos was proud of his victory, as if the game had been decided.

　However, he wasn't the only one who laughed.

''Oh yeah!　Then I'll do more layering.

What!

　Cecil activated his magic.
　Furthermore, he double activated it.

　[Object Acceleration] [Hardness Increase]

　Granting it to the sword given to him by his father.
　Then he raised it.

　He swung down the sword that gained [Object Acceleration].
　It accelerated faster and faster, and eventually left even sound behind.
　Speed - and the strength gained by [hardness increase].
　The sharpness brought by [sharpening] bit into the steel body.

　It made a sound like breaking glass and shattered.

　Cecil's sword stabbed into Alarcos' shoulder.

''Guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

　A scream goes up like a big man's beast.

　A moment later, the referee raises his hand, "There is a winner.

　Cecil wins.



Wow!
'You're a double-booting overlay!
How far is the Adventurer's School going?
Who said the military academy was more powerful than us?

　The crowd cheered.
　The crowd stands in full force and celebrates the unexpected victory of the Adventurer's School side.

　Cecil returns.
　He dodges a high-five with me.

'That went well. If you can operate double activation that well in a real battle, you'll be able to do triple activation in no time.

I've got a coach who's a demon.

　Although he was sarcastic, a sense of fulfillment could be seen on Cecil's face.

　The way the [Blacksmith (Blacksmith)] fights is how he can grant magic to weapons and armor.
　The repertoire of magic.
　And a lot of multiple chanting.
　Mastering that was the right way for a [Blacksmith].

　But the guys at the military school were weaker than I thought.
　They were even surprised at the double activation.
　I thought I had a few bones in my body, but this exemplary match with room to spare--.

　We could win it.........

　I raised the corner of my mouth and smiled.