It's a little hot in this hall, don't you think?

　Chairman Vael breezes in with his handkerchief.
　There was a thin layer of sweat floating in the great valley.

　Hot?

　Not so much for me....
　It's more like just the right amount of control.

'Come in, brother,'

　With great care, Sheila brought me a drink.
　There is one for the Chairman.
　Sheila seems to be hot, too.
　She and the Chairman were drinking like they were devouring it.

　I wondered if it was that hot....

　I take a sip of it too.
　It's freshly squeezed fruit juice.
　It goes down smoothly, and it's not too bad.
　It must have been made especially for fruit juice.

　Sheila and the chairman were drinking again.
　Then, Sheila removed the glass.
　The remaining juice spread across the carpet.
　She repeated her breath in a labored manner.
　Her cheeks were bright red.

''Sheila........!

　Sheila responded to my voice.
　Her eyes were glazed over.
　Her cheeks are upturned, and her flaccid tongue is visible in a tiny way.

'Ahehe.... Lots of sunshine.........'

　He hugs me out of the blue.
　I'm not in a rut.
　He is in a state of intoxication.

　Drunkenness.........

　I hurriedly pick up the glass my sister had dropped.
　I sniffed the rim.
　There's no sign of intoxication.
　I examined it with [appraisal] just to be sure, but it was just fruit juice.

　My sister can't be constitutionally drunk with fruit juice - it's not like she has a constitution that gets drunk with fruit juice.

''Oh dear. Lasell......... Are you saying you can't drink storm juice?

　The words sounded like a drunken temptress.
　Chairman Vael raised his glass in my direction.
　My feet were drowning.
　For some reason, my dress was falling out of place.
　The tips of her ample breasts were now almost visible.

　Gulp.........

　No, no, no, no, what are you thinking, Lacel Singh Stark.
　This is not the time to be doing this.

　Things weren't just about Sheila and the Chairman.

　There were drunken students and aristocrats rampaging all over the hall.
　You could even hear them raising their glasses and shouting "cheers".
　Some giggled, some started to cry, and some were angry for some reason.
　Reactions varied.
　They were clearly not in their right mind.

　No alcohol was served in the hall.
　It wasn't alcohol that Sheila drank either.

'Aww..... A lot of sunshine. Happiness.........'

　Sheila hugs me to my chest.
　Her cheeks are red and she looks up at me with slightly wet eyes.
　Her lips are also watery.

　Glossy.
　So much so that I forgot that I was eleven years old.
　I absentmindedly thought my inebriated sister was cute.

　Then Don pushes me back.
　It's the chairman.
　He hugs me from behind and presses the glass against my cheek.

"Lacelle, here... You swallow...

　My sister at the front gate.
　At the back gate, the Chairman's plump chest.
　I am boarded up by Sheila and the Chairman.
　I'm completely stuck.

　We've got things under control.

　For now, I have to do something about the two of them.

　Then, Sheila and the Chairman's strength suddenly relaxes.
　The next thing I heard was the regular breathing of sleep.
　They leaned against me, closed their eyelids, and began to fall asleep.
　I put them both down on the carpet so as not to provoke them.

　I finish caring for them for now.
　Quickly, I knead my magic.

　I reap the magic floating in the hall.

　Jan!

　There was a sharp sound.
　A slight shaking of the window, and the glass that had fallen over rolled over.

　It's quiet.
　So is it.
　Everyone was already asleep.

　Perhaps this is [forced recognition].
　The method is similar to the way I did for the entrance ceremony.
　I changed the perception of juice to alcohol.
　The fact that the temperature of the venue felt hot must be a similar principle.

"Hohoho..... There's someone here who has discovered my magic.

　I turned around.
　A small, elderly man was standing there.
　He wore a large hat and carried a cane taller than he was tall.
　His plump white beard had reached the carpet.

　Ho.........

　I narrow my eyes and threaten him.

　Perhaps it's not just anyone.
　Although he is old, the amount of magic power stored in him is not half bad.
　It's probably three times as much as my current one.

　I was honestly happy.

　Compared to three hundred years ago, there were few strong people in this world.
　To be honest, I didn't think there was anyone stronger than me.
　But there are people where they are.

　A strong man.........

''Chancellor Zelman......... You are being too playful.

　I hear a voice.
　A young man with red habit hair stood behind Zelman.
　It was the face I had seen at the daytime swearing-in ceremony.

'Iolada. It looks like you're not the only one.'

　The man named Zelman smiles in a very happy manner.

　Chancellor......... Zelman..........

　I see.
　So this is the man who is said to be the founder of the Adventurer's School?
　Zelman Doc Celebates.
　He is an elf who has lived for over 170 years and is said to be the "living wise man".

　I see.
　Besides me, he's also known as the "Wise Man".
　This old man is pretty tough.

It's a good thing that there are two of you in this room. Galbert's future is also very bright.

Don't sound so happy. What are you going to do about it, you abomination?

Your training is insufficient. How could you see through this level of magic?

　Zelman is outraged.

　I don't agree with the way he does it.
　But Zelman has a point.
　The students and adventurers of the modern world are both lacking in training.

　If you're careful on a regular basis, you shouldn't be caught by [Compulsory Recognition].
　Well, though, in my case, the resistance value of my magic was too high and I simply didn't fall for Zelman's magic.

　Iolada scratched her habitual hair.
　It seems that the selfish Chancellor is usually a handful for her.
　She didn't say anything more.

　Eventually she looked around.
　Everyone had fallen asleep.
　Snoring could be heard from everywhere.

It's going to be okay. You'll wake up soon. It was set up like that, wasn't it?

"Huh..... You understand that much, do you? Do it, master.

I think you're...

Lacelle Singh Stark.

　I said my name to Iolada.
　Then Zelman, beside me, narrows his eyes.
　He gazes at the crest on my shoulder.
　Apparently, he noticed that I'm a [villager].

　I can't recognize my mouth with my beard.
　But his eyes were smiling.

''I have more fun. It's something to try to live for a long time. ........Iolada!

Yes!

Watch out. This guy's tough.

　Iolada looks up.
　Her eyes meet mine.
　Then Iolada squeezed her eyes shut.

　This was the first contact between me and Iolada.