127 Episode 5: Irrational Extreme Changes Ronald

In front of the Central Bulletin Board of the Knight of Magic Academy

Three days before the admission ceremony, Ronaldo and the others came to the front of the grand bulletin board in front of the school building, abruptly informed of the major announcement by the college side.

"KANNA!!"

The red-haired boy next door - Alan Krueger - squeezes out his words as he lifts the color of his anger like fire to his face and stares at the bulletin board.

I agree with Alan all this time. Or I can confidently affirm that the outrage is more than Alan.

Because the matters that were stuck out on the bulletin board were unreasonable in every sense, and they weren't exactly acceptable to Ronald.

The contact parchment posted on the bulletin board stated the following:

"The next change in class - Syllabe Inés Navarro, to take charge of G-class.

Transfer to Class G - Mia Curros, Teresa Haltwig, Pruitt Browser, Cliff Millard '

"I'm in a different class."

Mia seems a little lonely and spits out words like she gave up somewhere.

"Why is Mia in that infamous G-class? And that guy in class G? This is ridiculous..."

It's decided to be confusing.

Mia, while it is true that the magic control of the release system is a tease, for that matter, the magic reserves are out of digits. The magic of physical strengthening would be top notch in college. Because I'm basically diligent, I can't make the mistake of eating my discipline exam grades to the top. No matter how negatively assessed, Class A is stiff. If properly evaluated, there is no way that both discarded (cockroach) classes can go to class G.

And the G-Class position was supposed to take Ronaldo and the S-Class whip, Syllabe Inés Navarro, the person.

Silabe Inés Navarro - He was all abnormal.

To behave prestigiously, with extraordinary magical knowledge, and exceptional instructional ability that led Ronaldo and the others to victory. Under his command, he fought a dragon-shaped golem together at a field test site, and he was one of those idiots who thinks he's the same student as Ronaldo and the others.

The fact that the exterior is the same generation as that of Ronaldo and the others is all satisfactory if you think that Sieg Old (Jiji) has called in the longevity and rumored Forest Administrator Elves as an S-Class position.

The Elves, in Imperial Genesis, are the first emperor - a race that emerges as a help to the Philip Rose Archive. Because they are so secretive, apart from some physical traits, they are naturally not even publicly passed on to Loc.

And what is its physical trait is that it is difficult to get old and very beautiful.

In fact, his appearance was, at first glance, so pathetic and beautiful that he mistakenly saw it as a girl. Most of all, the mood, tone, and atmosphere clearly deny that they are women, although there are so many that actually meet him and consider him a woman.

Anyway, if he's an elf, he can't find the significance of purposefully calling someone to serve in class G. I don't know why.

"If you look at a class G mentz like that, it's obvious!! Daimyo, Mia doesn't like to leave it in the college because of Lord Curros' leg loss and teach outsiders about Dr. Syllabe. Such an adult fence!!"

Alan's roaring yells gather a little gaze from the surrounding incoming students.

"Alan, being angry here doesn't make any sense. Let's go ask old Sieg."

Sieg was a tutor to Ronaldo and the others from an early age. Because I'm not supposed to say no to people who do things that aren't in Ronaldo's interest.

……

Alan moves his legs toward the teaching room where old Zeke is, even as he makes his body tremble with unspeakable anger.

Mia, who was supposed to be pretty shocked, decided to head to the instructor's office with Alan and Ronald, as she left first because she had workouts. From the way she objectified to it, she might have had a great deal of anticipation.

I knock,

"Come in."

It wasn't Siege who had allowed him to enter the room, it was the voice of a man he couldn't hear.

Open the drawer, knock on the door, and step into the room.

(You're lying...)

Ronald was breathing unexpectedly when he saw the face sitting on each seat of a small wooden table placed in the center of a large room.

Old Sieg and the blonde man sitting in the seat across the street is the head of this college - Liot Bernstein. And there's a red-haired gentleman sitting next to him...

"Why is my father here!!"

Alan shouts even uncomfortably.

"Where's the point in telling you where I am?"

Irrespective of Alan's intense heights and other intentions, the red-haired gentleman laughed with a thin smile and said spicy words. He is the chief military officer in charge of the military affairs of the Imperial Regular Army - Lord of Military Affairs - Hols Krueger, Alan's real father.

After biting off Gilli's back teeth, Alan turned away his angry expression as he breathed,

"What do you think of that class formation?

Quietly asked for an explanation for my biggest concern right now.

"It's lamentable. You don't even know what I do? I'm a military secretary, that is, a military man. You should be able to speak to the personnel of this college."

That's a good point. However, it would be nice if you weren't in this room.

"You're sober! You don't have to be the one to show yourself in this educational setting!

"So, Rye, how's it going over there?

Sir Horus speaks to the Dean of the College.

"Hmm! You ask me that! Scratch me around! The whole Academy is in chaos now!

Dean Liot offends and sends a gaze to Secretary Horus that he sees even in his parents' revenge.

"Dean Liot, I'm officially asking you to withdraw that HR"

The two exhale deeply when they look at each other.

"My lord Ronald, that's how I'd like to give it to you, too, but as a result of the insanity man there turning his hand around in the back, this time it was officially decided in the professorial council. So even I, the Dean of this Academy, can't pinch my mouth."

Again, Dean Liott stares at Secretary Horus.

"Come on, don't say bad things about people. I just pushed their backs a little bit. It was only they themselves who chose. You're being treated like such a villain."

"You, which mouth do you want!

Rhythmically in frustration, he screams as he slaps his soles on the floor.

"Thanks to you, your beloved daughter is S-Class. Plus the strongest class of bodyguards. There's nothing to say, is there?

"That's not what I'm talking about! There is no point in involving children in our filthy government!!"

Politics…… after all, is it the mess within the Empire that causes it? Really crap.

"You're the ruthless, commonsense, seriously worst guy, but I was only sure of the eyes that looked at people. I truly lost sight of dropping that level of magician into the abandonment class just because he's not this imperial, no, human race!

Sir Horus turned that type of grin into something more malicious in Alan's cursing words.

"Boulders are foolish. You seem to be making a huge mistake.

"Mistake?"

to ask Alan to parrot back. Secretary Horus raised the corner of his mouth to

"He is a man and an imperial. I'm 13 years old from the same Imperial aristocracy as you."

"Huh? Don't let falsehood slip through!

To Alan's objection, he sighs loudly as he narrows his eyes.

"And the biggest mistake is standing in class with him and G."

I have a fiercely unpleasant feeling. That malicious grin of the Secretary of State caused Ronald to have a strong nausea.

"Dr. Syllabe and G-Class standing position?

Never overhear this. Even though I felt that way, my mouth dried on the caracalla asked me to return the parrot.

"I sent a candidate of those who would be allowed to refrain beside him in the future"

"Sir Horus!!"

Sergeant Horus didn't change his expression even to the heights of old Zeke.

"Alan, if you had a gifted talent, you would have screwed into that miracle class by any means you could have used to make him take his class"

Spin words equal to denial of existence itself for Ronaldo and the others.

"Oh, you think we don't have talent?

In a plundered voice, Alan asks.

"Oh, you're an old man. It is not a vessel that stands with the turbulent world to come."

……

To Alan gripping both his overturned fists, for the first time, the military secretary turned off his grin,

"Do you regret it? You thought you were different than the others? Hate, for a vessel like yours, there's enough in this empire to sweep and throw away."

"Ugh..."

"He is an ingenuity rarely seen in authentic history. Despite temporarily touching his miracles, you have no right to participate in his ranks if you can only portray the desire of a poor minister to learn magic."

"Stop it, Horus!!"

Dean Liot soars and for the first time, the Secretary of State shuts his mouth.

"Sorry, as your lords imagined, this HR is a dirty adult situation. But the lords beat out the highest level of grades among historical students. That's an indisputable fact."

"That's no consolation."

Overall in view of the description of the present Secretary of Military Affairs, the Ronaldos are pitiful, heady honors students with no talent. Because it is in such a standing position.

"I'm not going to be saying anything comforting. I say no, but what Secretary Horus said about talent is the propriety of a monster like that man. By that standard, of course, even Yukihiro, the fallen brave man, is nothing more than an ordinary man."

Sieg, the old man has long been a man who does not boast of his own strength. At the same time, even if they are supposedly enemies, they never make disparaging remarks. I mean, I guess old Sieg genuinely regards that brave Yukihiro as an ordinary man.

Many do blame Yukihiro, the brave man who confessed his sins. Most would give a negative rating. Ronald like that was also my sister - I didn't really like that Mitsujin, such as her adhesive gaze on Lillinor.

But no one who vomited such a denial would deny that he was a superman brave man.

"Don't be called to worry! Lord Ronald, we have the best teachers (mentors) and the strongest colleagues in S-Class. In doing so, cut our feathers and give us the results that will convince us in our regular exams at the end of this year. That way..."

"I will try to make sure that man is your teacher. I promise you that."

"That beats class G. Is that what this is?

"Goodbye."

I finally see a glimmer of hope yarn, but that yarn is thin and I still can't even see the contour.

Mia's total magic power extends a few times lighter than Ronald's. Without even the drawback of poor control of magic, we wouldn't even be opponents, such as Ronald, by nature, in wisdom. That guy would correct Mia's shortcomings, maximize her strengths, and there would be no such thing as making up. And the other three may also be regarded as having at least the same potential as Mia, than the Secretary of State found. You can't win an irreplaceable routine like you've always done.

I need a mentor. There is a master who leads Ronaldo and his men to the top of the strict and intelligent supermen who do not allow any sweetness.

When I look at Alan next door, he nods loudly. In Alan's eyes the stray was blown away, instead a fierce willingness was lit.

"Tell me about it, Jizzy."

To Alan's words, if you don't raise your mouth to Old Sieg,

Listen, don't be surprised.

I told him my name was stunned.