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Two carefully braided lowered hair shake.

The bright hair colour of young grass seems to represent our intense character.

"Come on, where do you think you are?" It's a Romelian school of magic under the sky. It's not easy for thieves to break in. "

With that said, consciousness is scattered around.

Combining a little play with thought induction makes it possible to develop into as much suspicion as "possibly" no matter how ridiculous the story may be.

"Yes, that's why he's out there."

"He?"

Step forward and gently put your face in the girl's ear.

Unlike Risha, it's long on the side, not vertical.

"You'd know that if you were an informant, right? Sir Hargrave, who is supposed to be off, is coming to school today. That, too, brings in a silver-haired elf that stands out."

"Oh, could that be a glare over there?

"Exactly. I think I'm more likely to do that."

Face each other and nod as he suppresses his voice.

Nice vibe.

It's like you're working with a partner who's had a hard time chasing the killer, and you're going to be heartbroken.

"If you're trying to put your existence in the shadows while hiding your true purpose, don't you think silver-haired elves are the best hiding place?

"Yeah, you're... you're right. Master Leonard is not the one to do that without meaning.... So there really is something in this school?

Let him snort with a serious look and give him his right hand to open his body.

"It's Roses, nice to meet you"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm Merkluk Glendreck."

Comparing me to the palm of my hand, I finally hold my hand after a moment of vacuum.

I see, aren't you used to this kind of situation?

The granddaughter of the Viscount, so I guess there's never been anyone to turn to for reciprocity before.

Then another shot ——

"Melcruke is a good name to ask again. What do friends call you?

It was also a moment when I was in a good mood to be praised for my name.

She clouds her expression with words that went on to punch the jab in.

"... hey, why don't you do anything"

"Really? Then let me call you by my nickname?

I suggest to her with a strange face that she looks bad or ashamed of herself.

"Ha? How come I just met you today?

"'Cause people our age are too retarded to even talk properly, right? You can tell the story, and you're smart enough to realize that the presence of a silver-haired elf is immediately dazzling."

Step closer and look straight into the candy eyes peeking in from the bottom.

"You are like me, a special human being born with a gift. That's why I don't want to call you by the same name as the folks behind you."

She is used to being noticed and flattened by people.

Naturally, I think my thoughts are the most correct in the world, and my heroic desire to exorcise “evil” from that idea with my own hands would have sprung up.

Underlying it is the desire to prove myself right, and to have someone acknowledge it.

But as smart as she is, she quickly finds out that people are just talking together to get into power.

What I really want is a true connection, a true praise.

If you do something more amazing, if you can do something more amazing, someone will admit it. I'm sure someone will compliment me.

If you keep putting yourself in a very high place looking for it, you're just going to stay away from what you want.

Home poisoning is where we're going.

"Let's say it again. You're special."

If you're hungry, I'll give it to you.

Praise and approval, fellow citizens who can share the same values, mysteries and threats that blow boring everyday life.

- A fictional friend, Roses.

"... lukle"

"Huh?"

"Call me Luckle, Roses"

The first obstacle is clear.

I smiled and gently slapped her right arm with my left hand, which was attached to the hand I was holding.

"Nice to meet you, Lucle. I'll find out who's after you. It might be weird to ask you to do this, but I need your help, too."

I laughed quietly in my heart with my eyes open to excitement and joy.