The first time I saw Sylvia's body was nothing short of amazing. Her abdominal muscles were slightly cracked into six pieces, her limbs were tight, but where they came out they were whipped and where they were soft, they were pliable. His well-balanced body made me feel like a top-notch athlete.

　Does status manifest itself in the body, or does the body manifest itself in status, or is it completely irrelevant? I'm not sure, but either way, the body was beautiful enough for me to start thinking that I should work out.

　When I told her honestly what I thought, Sylvia said that Second-dono was more beautiful. I didn't notice it, especially since I wasn't in the habit of looking in the mirror, but apparently my body is in a similar state. Well, I've done a lot more rigorous things than training, so it's not surprising that it's like that. The eating habits are also completely controlled by Yukari, so perhaps we all naturally have athlete-like bodies.


Good morning.

　The next morning. When I woke up, Sylvia was right next to me. She returned my morning greeting with a sly "Mm." She was still beautiful.

　Suddenly I was reminded of last night. In contrast to Yukari, who was outrageously passionate, Silvia was a maiden-like girl who seemed to be satisfied just by holding each other. It's a happy miscalculation for me, as I was exhausted from the fight to the death with Yukari. Thanks to that, I was able to adore her with enough time to spare.

　Sylvia and I went downstairs and had breakfast together. Strangely enough, I hadn't received any team-specific communications from Yukari. Perhaps there was some kind of collusion between Yukari and Silvia. I don't know, but I am a Buddha.

''Second-dono. Come to think of it, I had contact with the Third Order yesterday.''
Oh. What do you think?
'I was delighted with the little leap. 'That's exactly the information the Order needs most right now,'
Are you not under suspicion of betrayal?
I don't know. I just think he's pretty good at what he does on a daily basis.
"If Sylvia had betrayed me, ...... I'd be a bit of a mistrusting person.
Stop it. I will never betray the Second Lord!

　He muttered, "There is nothing more horrible than to make an enemy of Lord Second. I think that's your answer.

I'll be reporting to the Third Order regularly from now on. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of it. Also, at the same time--
Searching for documents and originals, huh?
Hmm. Well, it's not so much a search as it is a collection of information. The information we can get directly from the Third Order is great. After all, they're the ones who made an agreement with R6.
'You're definitely hiding something. Or you're being told to hide something.
That's what we're trying to get ahead of ourselves by bringing it to light.

　Sylvia seems to be very motivated. It's no exaggeration to say that she loves justice, and that this job is a worthwhile one.

''Then it's time for me to go to work.

　I never thought the day would come when I would use the word "attendance" in my lifetime, but the fact is that I'm now being paid as a special temporary instructor for the First Court Magic Division. This is definitely an attendance, right?

　I pay for the inn and meals and leave the inn. Sylvia said, "Go ahead," and chu-chu'd me while her face turned bright red.


　Super, I'm going to go--.





''Today, I'm going to show you all your normal training scenes.

　As soon as we arrived at the training grounds, I declared that and sat down somewhere on the spot.

　Everyone in the First Court Magic Division showed no signs of moving while remaining in line. Are they waiting for the Commander's instructions, or do they not have the slightest intention of following my instructions? Perhaps it's both.

　I'm not sure what to do, but as I was sitting there thinking about it, two men and women came walking up to me. It's the Zephyr Commander and Cheri-chan.

''You have got to be kidding me.

　Cheri, still full of hostility, curses at me while glaring at me.

"I don't know what you usually do. There's no point in pointing that out, is there?
That's not what I mean. I don't need you to point it out to me.
I don't want that.
You're in trouble.

"-- no, wait. Cheri.

　When I was arguing with Cheri about it, Commander Zephyr interrupted me. I'm not going to complain about it, though he has a serious look on his face. I think this guy can understand the conversation.

''Kid. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. I'm sure that's a lightning attribute and a samino type, right?
A four-tonne model.
It's at .......

　I thought he suddenly called me a little boy and asked me a question, but now he became a thinker while nodding his head. What the hell is this guy. Is not only the top of his head but also his brain bald?

A four-in-one?　Please put the lies to rest. There's no such thing as a lightning attribute, and there's no way that such a person can use a four-novel type of magic.

Oh, um, ......

　A woman appeared from behind Cheri-chan, who continued to buzz and diss, as if she was afraid. Was she, I believe, Ms. Ailey?　She had a semi-long, dark brown, semi-long, droopy-eyed, kind face, normal & normal looking. I got the impression that she was a serious person, but did she come to complain to me too?　If so, I'd be shocked. I listened to her words with some determination.

'Mr. Second, may I have your ...... signature?'

　Gulp and shift. Now here and now, at this time?　What is that?

Yeah, why not?
My sister is in witchcraft school, and I'm a big fan of Mr. Second's. When I told her about Second-san at home yesterday, she was so excited that she asked me to get his autograph on .......
Oh, yeah.

　I dared to act indifferent, but to tell you the truth, I was extremely happy.

　When I was ranked number one in my previous life, autographs, handshakes and photos were an everyday occurrence. It was quite a challenge to deal with them without destroying their "strongest world number one image", but since I came to this world, I've forgotten about it. The glory of that world number one was revived here, even for a moment, and an indescribable feeling of emotion welled up in me.

''What's your name?''
Oh, yes. Aroma.

　On the autograph she brought me, I was on the verge of writing SEVEN on the signature paper she brought with a familiar hand, and I was on the verge of writing ...... and correcting it to second. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

　The end result was "The World's Number One Man Second". I thought this was too much, so I added "Someday" before "World No.1". Then, at the end, I wrote "to Aroma," and then it occurred to me to add "Ailey &" on top of that.

'Yes, please.'

　I handed the colored paper to Ailey and smiled. Smiling is just for this kind of situation. If you smile at the stage of asking for her autograph, it's a waste of time. In fact, you should respond coldly at first. This is how you create a gap. The value of the occasional smile is enhanced by the fact that you rarely smile, as I learned in a previous life of fan service.

Oh, yes, thank you, thank you.

　Mr. Ailey's cheeks turned red and he left with a bowed head. It seems to have been a critical hit.

　At that time, she suddenly realized. Around her, she could see a glimpse of a female member of the group who was giving her an envious look. I see, I thought they weren't welcomed at all, but a small percentage of them seem to be very fond of me. Thank goodness. Instead, though, I'm not likely to get any support from the male members of the group for a while.

.............

　Cheri looks at me with white eyes. I'm not sure if it's because she's a bit good-looking or not, but she's on a roll with ....... She's easy to understand.

　...... After all, in order to be able to work smoothly as a lecturer, it may be better to show off your competence, even if it's just this one. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you can do with it, and if you can't understand it after yesterday's performance, then the only thing I can think of is to bust out the four main attributes of the corporal model.

　And while I was thinking about this, Commander Zephyr opened his mouth.

I understand. I'll give you instructions.
Commander!
"Cheri. The boy is the real deal. It's up to you to admit it.
"Sonna: ......

　Cheri is shocked to be shunned by the Commander who she thought was on her side. She looks as if she can hear the sound effect of a garn.

''We will now conduct training as normal!　When you come to visit, Dear Sir, you'll have to answer questions first!　Then let's begin!

　With a single voice from the leader, everyone in the First Court Magic Division, who had seemed unwilling to do so until then, started moving briskly. It was the same for Cheri-chan as well. As expected of the Commander, that order is absolute in the group.

　But it's hard work for the leader to call you "boy" or "instructor". I'm sure he's still harboring a deep-seated grudge against me from yesterday, saying that I've been wasting 55 years of my life. It's true that I may have overstepped my bounds, but it's the truth, and I'm not going to recant at the moment. I guess I can apologize after that tengu's nose is broken.




　...... and a few hours later.

　Let's get straight to the point.

"Nope.

　The court wizardry division. I was expecting a little bit of that, too, to find out how good the best magicians in the kingdom are. I had most of the answers as of yesterday, but even so, just in case you're one of the millions.

　So what about it. Is it a playdate? That's my honest opinion.

''Court wizards can be driven to war, can't they?
Yes.
'You're a sorcerer and you work in solidarity?　Or do they move apart?
Annihilate, raid, protect, assist. I'll do it all.
Texaco?
No. It changes shape depending on the war situation.
Oh, so that's why: ......

　Their training consisted mainly of forming a formation, scattering, and changing positions according to a signal, and so on. They would memorize a number of tactics in their minds, "If this is the signal, I'll use this formation and this magic," and then they would try to do it on the battlefield. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"How are you doing with the essential magic?
I'm making him do it privately.
What?
Everyone has their own specialties. We can't all train at the same time.
'No, no, it's not like that. Don't demons go hunting?
Nuh-uh, experiential training. Once a week, I go hunting in the mines and the Great Forest.
'Heh. ......?　That's it?
'Yes, but ...... what's the problem?'

　Oi, oi, oi, oi, these guys are serious. Leisure sense?　It's not like I'm going to hunt a deer on my day off. How many strong demons you can hunt is directly related to the strength of your skills.

Why don't you go get more experience?
It's dangerous. There's a lot of opposition. And there are budgetary constraints. Also, there is not much need for it at the moment. Hence, we leave the experience training to the discretion of the individual.

　Oh, I see. So forcing people to earn experience makes them "black"? I'd like to say I'm convinced ......, but I'm not. There's nothing wrong with the peace process. You guys are military, not civilian employees. You need to be motivated to be stronger.

'For the record, when was the last time we went to war?'
...... twenty-two years ago.
Okay, all right. Don't say another word.

　Most of the people here were kids. Cheri and others aren't even born yet. That's not very motivating.

We need a drastic change, this.

　In a previous life, Mevion had a game called "Team Warfare". Teams could play "war games" against teams, and this was a profound game. Swordsmen, archers, spearmen, sorcerers, etc., each with their own strengths and weaknesses in their operations, were incorporated in a well-balanced manner, and the only way to win a match was to plan a detailed strategy. When it came to team battles between major teams, it was like a real war. There's nothing quite like watching hundreds of players go head-to-head on a huge field.

　I'm not an amateur when it comes to team battles, as I was busy being the world's number one ranked individual player, but I do know a thing or two about team battles. I was planning to eventually form the strongest team in the world and become the best in the team competition as well. Well, that dream never came true.

　Even from my nifty knowledge, I knew at a glance that this First Court Mage's training method was 'strange'.

　The premise to begin with was strange.

　They are able to do all of the annihilation, idle attacks, support and assistance, so they change their shape depending on the battle situation - it sounds good, but that's not the job of a sorcerer.

　A sorcerer is "a medium-range soldier who attacks with high firepower over a wide area. Their power when they are hooked is huge, but they are not at all able to deal with the assault of a short-range soldier such as a swordsman, and even sniping from a long-range soldier such as an archer can easily collapse them. In other words, one or two men are sufficient in terms of firepower, and a wall or other close-range soldier to protect them is essential.

　Even if a group of sorcerers were to form an annihilation squad, they would be crushed by the enemy's close-range soldiers in an instant. However, if you send them out on a wild goose chase, they'll end up taking a lot of fire from the archers since they don't have any wall players. The four-armored and five-armed types, which are the main firepower, have a wide range of firepower, so if you don't have a good coordination, your allies will be caught in the middle. Auxiliary operations are certainly useful, but that's a wasteful use for a sorcerer.

　You may not know that, or perhaps you do know it and there is a reason why you can't do anything about it. It's just a question of why they train so many formations.

　Then I suddenly remembered. I remembered Cheri's words. 'There's no way such a person can use a four-footer,' she had indeed said.

　............ no way.

'Hey, raise your hand honestly. Who among you can use the four-knocker model?　It doesn't matter what attribute you have.

　Popping, popping, popping...about 20 out of 200 people raise their hands. Wow. .......

...... Where's the corporal type?

　This time, only Commander Zephyr raised his hand. Seriously?

　In order for a sorcerer to be used effectively as a sorcerer in team battles, the four types of four and five are essential. The ideal sorcerer is an "INT Fiend" who has all four of the four major attributes (types I through IV) up to high levels. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get away with it.

　...... Current situation. It can be assured that this First Court Magic Division is a mishmash of new recruits who are useless in team battles.

　I'm sure the enemy's sorcerers are also a group of the same level, and until just twenty-two years ago, they may have been fighting a war like a child's fight, but as long as I'm an instructor, I can't accept a mudslinging.

　But, then, what is it? You want me to go around teaching each one of these guys the four-types?　Don't be silly, we can't take care of them that well.

　Somehow, someway, we have to find a way to keep these guys operational as they are.

　Yes, somehow, someway, someway, .......

　.............


'Somehow, someway!　I'm going home!

Hey, kid!　Where are you going!

I'll be back tomorrow!



　　* * *


Don't move.

　The sudden call, the cold touch on my neck, made my body go rigid. Perfect timing. Even if I'd been killed, I wouldn't have been able to speak.

What is it?　What can I do for you?

　Playing the poor beggar. This is the back of the Camel Church. The church and the beggars are on the set. Hiding your face in a raggedy robe doesn't make you stand out. If you want to hide a tree, go to the forest. I've been to every church in the kingdom. We knew there was no way they would find us. That's what I thought: .......

'Oops!'

　Suddenly the restraints were loosened. I dare to run forward in a slapstick fashion and turn around.

　A shadow that hides its entire body in black clothes and disappears into the darkness. A muddy voice that is indistinguishable from a man or a woman, and a standing figure that is seamless even for a moment. This guy - the "assassin".

It's not ....... Who are you? Do you know who I am?

　I don't have to fake it anymore. I take off my hood to get a better view.

"So it is. You must be Master Bicide.

What about it, motherf*cker?

Master Cubero is waiting for you.

"--Hey!

　A name I hadn't heard in a long time. And a name that I never forgot, not even for a day. It was the name of our R6, Kashira.

"Kashira's alive!

　No, wait. It could be a trap to lure me out.

Where's Kashira?

To our base.

Base?　...... ugh.

　As I was about to take a step forward, a string formed as if it were an obstacle to my path. A string manipulation technique, huh?

"...... Who are you, self?

The ten outstanding maids of the all-powerful maid squad serving Master Second First Test are one of the assassins led by Eve. As she is an assassin, I cannot reveal her face, voice, or name. My apologies.

Hey, hey, you don't mind if the assassin reveals his master's name?

"Our master is not so weak as to let this sort of thing get in the way of his success.

Oh, wow.

And there's no need to hide anything.

Hmm?　What does that mean?

　The shock from behind me made me feel distant. So there was more than one assassin.


　...... Kashira, please stay alive.