'No!　Are you kidding me?!

　It was Lyna who shouted from the audience.
　She leaned out to be half held by the fence and opened her mouth.
　The rest of the students did the same.

　Even the six-fold activation was surprising enough.
　All of it was poured into the higher level magic.
　Activating magic of the same attribute at the same time was surprisingly difficult.
　Even if they are of the same strain, it is because the wavelength of magic power must be changed.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　A chillingly advanced technique.
　The representative class of students leading the school could understand how difficult it was.

　I'm so surprised that my head is about to crack open.
　In fact, Lyna's black hair, which was supposed to be neatly trimmed, is crumpled up.

''It's not true!　He's a [villager].

　Suddenly, the representative of the first branch muttered a word.
　It rippled through the audience like a wave.
　Everyone put their magic power into the crude magical jewels with information about the tournament on them.
　When I looked at the profile section of the players, there was indeed the word [villager].

''Lie!　She's a [villager]!
You're kidding me. Did you just do a spell?
Isn't that a typo?
It doesn't matter...
''Oh.......... The student is s*xtuple activated........
And the higher magic.
There's something wrong with that guy.

　People muttered to themselves.
　Anxiety, frustration, suspicion....
　Negative emotions swirled in the air.

　But..........

"He can do it, can't he?
We can beat this school.
'Oh!　Good luck, [villager].
I'm rooting for you, too!

　It turned into warm applause.
　There was another wave of cheers.
　I stood there for a while, bathed in praise, stunned.

　Then I was tapped on the shoulder.
　Or I was stroked in the hair.

　Cecil and Rowan.
　Behind them, Sarasa and Sheila were smiling at me.

'What should I look like in a situation like this? You already know what to look like.'

It's expected of us.

'This is the Kingdom of Villa Amst. Let's stick our chests out!

My brother!

　Huh.....

　Ah. Ahhh.
　I get it.
　I'm going to respond, aren't I?

　I raised my hand.

　Then, the crowd erupted into a roar of cheers again.
　King Amst and the other guests who were watching seemed to be very pleased.
　They were applauding like a strong man.

　The fifth chapter would break through the first round with plenty of time to spare.
　They showed their overwhelming power and advanced to the semifinals.


　◆◇◆◆◆.


　The school's representative, Iolada Dee Diriban, also applauded Lasell Singh Stark's performance generously.

　Red habitual hair and dark blue eyes.
　A sweet, oval mask and slightly thicker eyebrows made him look like a warrior.
　Though thin, his squeezed muscles were supple is the only word for it, reminiscent of a well-honed forged sword.

　He had a companion.

　His light blue hair stretched to around his thighs.
　His skin was white and looked as clear as a water spirit.
　Her eyes were as big as her hair, and they were somewhat unfocused, contributing to the mysterious atmosphere she created.

　He was small in stature and childlike in appearance.
　And his ears popped out of his hair and were pinned to the side.

　She grabbed a magic gemstone and twirled it around and played with it in her palm.

　Her name was Canal Doc Wendeau.
　A race as rare as the Silver Elves of Vael - the Blue Elves.
　In our school, she was the second highest-achieving girl after Iolada.

''That's amazing, he.''

　Iolada turned to her foe, praising him.
　Then Canal looked up at the red-haired young man and muttered.

'That's unusual. Io praising someone.''

Oh, yeah. Well ... yeah. But it's true. Come to think of it, I suppose.

But Io's right. Great.

'Oh...'

　Iolada's eyes narrowed.
　Immediately, her expression became grim.

　Everyone tended to focus on the sixfold activation of the higher level magic, but there was something else to admire.
　Lacelle output six higher level magic, all at once.
　That amount of magic output is what should be alarming.

　What I remembered was the exchange during the eve of the festival.
　Chancellor Zelman had been wary of him.
　Those words had just come true.

'Who's more awesome, Io or Io?'

'Well, I don't know.... If it's about the amount of power output I just showed you (I wish I hadn't), I think I'm still ahead of you. To be honest, he doesn't know the bottom of the barrel. Even after the output, he looked pretty relaxed. Maybe.........


　He may have more power output than I do.


　Iolada didn't dare to say a word.
　If he did, it would be a matter of morale.
　I couldn't afford to make my comrades uncomfortable right now.

　But there was one person who could capture Iolada's kindness.
　A neighboring canal.
　Gently, he takes Iolada's arm.
　I pulled her close and hugged her.

'It's okay. Iolada is strong. Because Iolada is the rebirth of a hero.

　Iolada realizes.
　That Canal saved her from her own momentary despair.

　The representative of the main school smiles once more.

'It's okay. We'll never lose. I have a group of people I can count on.'

　And Iolada also went to the battlefield.
　As he said, our school won with him and the canal preserved and advanced to the semifinals.