43 09: Her Royal Highness is a hard-working man

After school, the four of us dropped out of school together as usual and went back to each dorm.

Back in the men's dorm room, I jumped right out the window. After activating Ligament to relieve the impact of the landing, we head to the women's dorm with Mize while avoiding people's gaze as much as possible.

"Yes, sir."

He was unconsciously mumbling the song. Close your lips immediately and tighten your mind.

Looks like the Mize song I heard on my lunch break left more in my ear than I thought.

Keep your gaze around you, but your enemies aren't lurking.

Just after school, this time of year, the castle town is busy because many of the school's students leave school. It's not the right time for covert action. Thieves targeting Mize and others may have refrained from operating in this time frame.

Less than enough Mize came out of the girls' dorm.

She was wearing a school uniform until earlier, but now she's wearing athletic clothes prepared by the school.

Mize went straight to the school, unlike the students who were leaving school.

Ahead she headed, it was an exercise area.

"Well, today..."

Lurk your breath and observe the Mize in the exercise area.

She was - practicing magic.

"The Ligament (Reggie) is now available to some extent. It's time to learn the magic of a long-range shooting ceremony... ah, but first the magic to protect yourself..."

Mize practises, zeroing her bumps and talking to herself.

Magic is not worn overnight. First you recognize exactly the magic that surrounds your body, and then practice it until you can manipulate it as you please. When you can manipulate magic, tap the magic knowledge you want to fix into your head and finally use that knowledge to practice activation.

By repeating these tasks over and over again, people can gradually master magic.

Mize was doing the work with uninterrupted concentration.

What we're practicing now is the melee militant magic "Shield".

It is a magic that creates a hard shield made of magic in front of you and prevents your opponent from attacking.

If used correctly, the outline of the shield would be clear, but the shield produced by Mize was distorted in shape. With that, the opponent's magic will be neglected and he won't even be able to withstand the attack of his bare hands. Did Mize also perceive that the magic didn't work well, erasing that shield once and creating a new one again?

……

Over and over again, Mize activated the same magic.

Sweat, exhale rough.

I'm alone, I don't ask for anyone's support, I'm immersed in practice.

I'm not sorry to interrupt. I thought so and turned my heel back.

We have confirmed that there are no enemies inside the school. It won't be a problem to take your eyes off it for a little while.

"Hey."

Walking down the hallway, a boy student in a white uniform rang from right in front of him.

I recognize that face.

"Sure, SS's..."

"I'm glad you remember."

Mize, he was a boy student who seems to belong to the SS fatherhood.

This man, what if he's just using the SS name to stalk Mize?... No, if I were to say that, would I be something similar?

"Aren't you going to look closer? From here, you won't be able to peek inside the stadium."

"I don't want to interfere with her concentration. Both paternalists and pure-aides have the same opinion on this."

Apparently the SS also has a sense of observing a minimum of moderation.

slightly alter their perception of them.

"Is Mize always practicing magic this way?

"Right. As far as I know, I practice like this at least five times a week."

"Five times? You mean everything on a day when there's a class?"

"The holidays are here occasionally, too. In that case, I practice all day."

The SS boy said somewhere proud.

I hammer briefly, "Well," and go outside the school building.

- You didn't know.

I can't believe you always did this after school.

I had no idea.

She previously said she enrolled in Builders School to aspire to be an adventurer.

If you're looking to be an adventurer, magic has never gone beyond remembering a lot.

I guess that's why she's trying right now.

Seeing Mize practicing magic with a selfless obsession, I remembered myself for a moment.

When the institution just picked me up. I was sweating and desperately practicing magic, just like Mize is now.

But me and Mize aren't the same.

I had no choice but to do it on the instructor's orders. I was just desperate because I didn't want to be subjected to corporal punishment.

Mize is different.

She is working herself out, of her own free will, desperately.

I find what I want to do myself, and to make it happen, I'm pushing myself.

That's - that I'm living my own life.

"... wow"

What she's doing is something I couldn't do.

That's exactly what I'm looking for right now.

Envy and respect intersect.

The "freedom" she showed felt "hopeful" to me that I still didn't know what my life was about.

That "freedom" should never be tainted.

I thought so.

So, I...

- Don't give me water.

"What, ugh!?

In the alley just ahead through the school gate.

I found the enemy. I was working on it.

"Mize is now working toward her goal.... stop imitating it like you're wasting that hard work"

Turn behind the man and seal his voice by tightening his neck.

It stimulates the nerves by continuing to apply pressure to the carotid artery as it is. Eventually the man fainted.

Put your index finger on the back of the man's head as he collapses off his knees.

- Demon Bullet.

bread, along with the pale sound of a man's brains splattered.

It's already dark outside. This would make camouflage easy. Put Chris in touch with "Correspondence Paper" and let him handle the body.

Perhaps this man was looking to raid when Mize would return to the student dorm.

The thief seems to have some knowledge of Mize's behavior patterns.

This man also wears a reddish brown coat, just like the man I knocked down last time.

The thieves and the guys after Mize's pattern seem to be well organized, at least enough to unify their gear. Peeling his coat and checking the man's gear, he found multiple shortcuts and poison. The assassin likes to use it. Perhaps the thief has the know-how to assassinate.

"... could be a more troublesome enemy than I thought"

The enemy is indisputably an assassination pro.

Not only do we grab Mize, but we also have the tools to kill the person who will hinder it.

I might as well put up measures before I can put my back in.

Miniaturize the black coat, put it in your pocket and then exit the alley.

Back on the way to school, just as Mize came out of the school gate.

- You want to hide?

- No, I want to ask you something.

You should have hidden, but you still don't have all the information you need to provide an escort.

You may be suspicious of boulders because you are encountering them in the morning, day and night, but it is probably not until today that you will face each other again and again. In the future, there will be nothing suspicious about it without excessive interference.

"Mr. Tweet......?

"That's an odd encounter."

I said hello with one hand up to Mize, who looked at me in surprise.

"Uh, what are you doing at this hour?

"It's a walk. Mize like that, what were you doing in school?

"I, uh... study a little"

Are you studying magic too?

Apparently, he doesn't have more hobbies to inspire his efforts than he needs to.

"It's dark outside. Let's take you to the girls' dorm."

"Huh? But isn't that going to be a nuisance to Mr. Tuate..."

"It's a continuation of the walk. I was just gonna walk a little longer, that's all right."

"Really? … then please"

Slightly forceful, but I decided to escort Mize back to the girls' dorm.

"Still, I see you a lot today"

"Right. Well, it's all a coincidence."

To be honest, I also want to know a little more about Mize's life cycle in order to establish a schedule of escorts. But the basic cycle is largely clear today. After tomorrow, surveillance from afar will suffice.

"With that said, if a men's dorm is a room above the fifth floor, you can see the school through the window, but the girls' dorm is the same or something?

"Yes. Even so, my room is on the fourth floor. That's what someone I know said."

"Right.... Well, seeing the school means the room is facing the boulevard. It gets a little noisy around here in the morning, so sometimes I can't sleep well in a room facing the boulevard. That's what Mize is, isn't it?

"My room is just the opposite of the main street, so you don't really feel that way. Oh, but a friend of mine said the same thing about Mr. Tweet. On holiday mornings, they bash me in the voice of a fruit shop."

Mize says as she smiles.

Chattering appropriately, he arrived in front of the girls' dorm.

"Okay, I'm in this"

"Oh. See you tomorrow"

After I saw Mize enter the girls' dorm, I did not head to the boys' dorm, but turned to the back of the girls' dorm.

"On the fourth floor, in the room opposite the main street.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Shrink your body away from people's eyes and observe the back room on the fourth floor of the women's dorm.

A few seconds later, one of the rooms I was observing lit up. I can't say for sure, but that's probably Mize's room.

Just in case, wait until all the rooms on the back of the fourth floor are out.

Hours later. I made sure the last room went out and I went back to the men's dorm.