On the door of the dean's office, there is a tag that says 'Millenia Weed is in the room'.

　That's right - the dean of the school is my sister-in-law, the most talented woman in the school, and the youngest in history to hold her current position.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. I'd like to think that I'm not so dependent on my sister-in-law as to be supervised by her, but in front of her, it's hard to say, 'I'm an independent adult, so please don't call me up too often.

'What are you doing?'　If you've come that far, why don't you enter the room?
...... Sorry, dean. Excuse me.

　In the academy, I don't call the headmaster my sister. It's supposed to be such an arrangement, but it seems that this room is outside of the rules, and as soon as I entered the room, I was greeted by my sister-in-law, who was staring at me intently.

''No, no, it was outside the room, for one thing. I'm inside, so I'll switch it up from here. Let's see, sister-in-law (nee).
Hmm ...... I'd like to ask you why you're bothering, but that's okay.

　Sunlight shone through the window behind her sister-in-law through the thin curtains, and her long jade-colored hair appeared to glow with light. She used to have chestnut-colored hair, but the fact that she had signed a contract with a higher spirit of the wind system meant that her hair and eyes had changed to a color that symbolized her attributes.

　If this wasn't my family, I would have been many times more nervous than I am now - there aren't many women who are this beautiful, even if you look for them.

　My father remarried when I was still very young, and my step-sister came home. I didn't know how to treat her at first, being the stepdaughter of my father's remarriage partner, but that seemed to be the same for her, and with my stepmother's mediation, we were able to gradually open up to each other. Now, she loves me as a brother to the point that I'm more reserved.

　She got up from her seat and walked around the large desk she always used and walked over to me. The light from the window she was backing against was blinding, but eventually my eyes got used to it - my sister-in-law was wearing a black cloak (cloak) over a white shirt, with the front not closed. That's because it catches the large chest that all of her clothes have to be custom made.

　The cloak is also a sign that she is a court mage. The gold pendant she wears around her neck has a locket on it, and the number '17' is engraved on it - the seventeenth mage on the seventeenth rung of the ladder of mages in this country, that's who she is.

'...... What's up?　Are you depressed because you couldn't make it to class for another mock battle?
'I'm used to it. I've made fewer friends since I signed a contract with the genie, but they don't like it either and are not distancing themselves from me. ...... Does that sound like bullshit to you?
''Your spirits will inevitably be left out of the academy. It's inevitable to a certain extent that you'll be close to an opponent you can team up with in a mock battle or otherwise, or you'll be close to an opponent of the same lineage as you. That's not unreasonable.

　His toothless manner is rather refreshing. If he couldn't draw an elemental spirit, he would have to live as a straggler in this academy.

　No matter how good his classroom grades were, he would not be evaluated based on his spirit lineage alone, and his classmates would treat him like a roadside grass. I was so used to my current circumstances that I could mock myself for being treated appropriately for a plant spirit user.

''But ...... if this country wasn't surrounded on all sides by enemy nations. I believe that not only the strains that could be used for military purposes, but also you, Leslie, and the spirits of Sven might be looked at for research.
I know that ...... the history of this country is with the war. The graduates of the academy have also been sent to the front lines to make a difference. On the Eastern Front, we're talking about pushing back the border for the first time in a long time.

　I think he is being sarcastic. There will never be no enemies in this country for the next hundred years - my sister-in-law, who joined the southern front as a member of the military, understands the current situation much better than I do.

　I've been told that she has signed a contract with a spirit named Tempest, a high-ranking spirit among the wind spirits, and has the power to halt the armies of a thousand people. I've never seen her on the battlefield, but I've heard rumors as a saga that even the male knights of the Hundred Warriors were afraid of her and followed her command.

　How was it that she was able to leave the front line and be posted to the Silvana Academy of Magic? It was because of her exploits that led to a ceasefire agreement with the enemy to the south.

　Military mages could turn to the office if they returned alive from the front line. If the ceasefire agreement was broken she would return to the army, but if not, she would not be forced to join the other fronts.

'My friend who has gone to the East will be able to come back safely if she keeps going. I was hoping to bring you along as well: .......
...... Sister-in-law, what is it that you wanted me here to do?　The way you're talking now, it sounds like I'm going to be leaving the academy.

　When I say that, I realize that. Most of the scouting to the academy students from the outside is conveyed by the head of the academy.

　If there are gods to discard, there are gods to pick up - it was only for a moment that I expected that, apparently, it wasn't such a sweet story.

　With a mysterious look on her face, her sister-in-law held out a document on her desk to me.

It's not ...... a military summons ...... this is not a military summons. An imperial edict ...... from the royal family?
Yeah. Congratulations, Glass. You have earned the right to be the youngest mage in the court.
'I'm ...... court, mage to ......?'

　It was truly a bolt out of the blue.

　Since Leslie had also been called in, I had expected that she wasn't just called in to report on recent events as usual - but it was impossible for me, who couldn't even participate in a mock battle, to be selected as a court mage, no matter what I thought.

　I could tell by looking at Millennia's sister-in-law's face that it wasn't something I could simply rejoice in. Something about it, a sense of sadness, or perhaps it was more serious than ever, and I couldn't look away from my matching eyes.

''You've always been at the top of the list in classroom studies. Magic Theory, Spirit Systematics, Natural Science, Political Science. You've attended every possible class for the amount of time you can't participate in ...... mock battles, and you've gotten 'honors' in almost every subject.

　There are only three types of evaluations at the Academy of Magic: excellent, acceptable, and unacceptable, so even if I say excellent, that's what happens if you get a decent score, but there certainly won't be any students who get as many credits in as many subjects as I do.

　However, since there is no place to show the practical skills of spirit magic, the practical skills are treated as zero or no grade. If the practical skills and classroom studies are combined for a hundred points, I'll only get a fifty point grade no matter how hard I try, and I'll be ranked below average.

　Therefore, I couldn't take the court mage exam even if I applied for it. The fact that such a me was exempted from the exam and chosen as a court mage can only be called a miracle.

　--Or perhaps I'm involved in some kind of conspiracy.

　If that was the case, no wonder your sister-in-law didn't look congratulatory.

''And not only do you have excellent grades, you've qualified as a 'spirit doctor' this year.'''
'Yes. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give your sister-in-law an after-the-fact consent.
'I am aware of your activities at the Institute, to some extent, as reported to me by your secretary. I am rather pleased, I am sure, that you are striving and seeking your way to independence.

　She crosses her arms and her sister-in-law gives me a gentle look that makes me feel ashamed of myself. She's always been like that, wanting to treat me like a child ever since she met me - even though this one has become so much more than one person that I'm struggling to distract myself from the large breasts on her arms.