Somehow, The Villainess Who Regressed in Time Lost Her Magic Power, so She Turned into a Secluded Ma

Finally, the Spirit Summoning Rite, the day has come.

I am also sitting in the VIP table with His Royal Highness to watch with His Highness. Other magic divisions and church officials seem to be guided to this seat.

The only ones in student clothing are me and Your Highness, and Cyril sitting next to His Highness opposite me, while the others are largely wrapped in cleric clothing or black robes.

When I sit in my seat, I see well Master Theodore, who is preparing for the final in the center.

He's the one with long silver hair tied in a black string to his usual black robe, and even though he says he's the same outfit as the magicians around him, he catches the first eye.

Such a Master Theodore draws a giant magic formation on the ground with a cane. That serious look is completely different from the usual Dear Theodore, and every student in the audience seems to be uniformly nailed to that appearance.

"Sounds like someone else, doesn't it?

His Royal Highness sitting next to me says ridiculously looking at Master Theodore as he looks into my ear.

"Yeah, I still feel like a great guy."

"Right, he's amazing.

It usually takes a couple of people to create that magical formation of spiritual summonses. "

"Really?

"Oh. Make that easy. It's really out of standard."

His Royal Highness groans with his shoulders flattered, but his expression feels as if it contains some admiration. I suppose His Highness admires Master Theodore from the bottom of his heart, even as he slaps his light mouth.

"Rachel was the first Spirit Summoner."

"… Yes"

"Right. That would surprise me a lot."

I am thrilled not to think of His Highness's words.

I can't say that I have participated or watched it in my last freshman year….

"That said, I haven't participated in it myself either. Did Cyril do it last year?"

"Yes. Especially since this one has nothing to do with it. You only have the impression that it was over in no time."

His Highness put his hand on his chin and told him to think a little, he spoke to Cyril, who would sit next to him.

Speaking of which, last time in freshman year, Cyril and Ernest were in, but His Royal Highness was not.

Because they say the royal family makes spiritual summonses confidential when they're ten years old. I hear that royalty who draws the blood of the Virgin is often a covenant with the Spirit of Light as to its amount of magic and the influence of blood muscles.

And you think it is very rare to make a covenant with the Spirit of Light outside the royalty?

I just wonder about Master Theodore, who said he would have the power of ancestry.

Is the covenant Spirit another Spirit of Light?

"What happened to Theodore?

"What, were you in your voice?

"No, because I was thinking about something and watching... I thought there was something in Theodore, but it wasn't?

He would have looked at Master Theodore jiggly as he contemplated. His Royal Highness asks me in a strange voice.

"No, I was wondering what the spirits of Theodore's covenant, which Your Highness calls out of standard..."

"Oh, next time you should ask the person.

I'm sure you'll be surprised. "

"... something surprising?

Pocan, to me, who would look like, His Highness narrowed his eyes and laughed joyfully, "Oh, because it's not normal anywhere".

I wonder what it's like not to be normal.

I don't know more and more about Theodore.

With that in mind, there was a signal for the initiation of the ritual.

Besides, all the students in the audience stopped chatting, and the sin and silence flowed all at once.

First, when Mr. Abbott comes out alone, he stands in the center of the magic formation.

And the moment Master Theodore casts some spell, a glimmer of wind passes through the venue.

Aah!

Success.

Mr. Abbott smiled happily ahead of my gaze, and a light brown squirrel appeared in her offered arm.

Well!

I wonder how cute you look at Mr. Abbott.

"You're a lowly spirit of the earth."

"Yeah, I'm really glad"

Mr. Abbott was not worried because he had successfully summoned the Spirit.

But I also feel relieved that Mr. Abbott actually has a relief look on his face.

And as followed by Mr. Abbott, two male students were successfully summoning lowly spirits of earth and fire, respectively.

"Anna Carroll"

A cute voice sounds like rolling a bell saying yes to the name one of the sorcerers calls it.

Anna, who showed up, didn't look nervous, and smiled at Nico as usual.

I can tell from a distance that I enjoy this situation. Looking around with Kyoro Kyoro, we continue to the center of the magic formation.

And when I stopped in the center, I looked all the way around the viewing area.

Ah.

Now... do you have eyes?

Whether you're looking at me or His Highness, it's far from here and I can't judge.

But Anna lowered her head slightly with a strange look as she glanced this way for sure.

What, what do you mean?

I don't know what Anna's gaze means, or why she lowered her head.

Still, the gaze she threw here with some intent.

Besides, only unspeakable anxiety spreads in me.

It finally started.

The voice of Dear Theodore's spell echoes through the venue.

And the light overflows from the magic formation at once.

I close my eyes unintentionally with that too much glare.

But even if it stays closed, I feel the light as if it was directly on my face.

What is this light...?

But a strong wind blows through that doesn't even give you a chance to think.

Momentum like a tornado no longer makes me hear screams saying "wow" and "hey" everywhere else.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

As he meditated his eyes and restrained his hair with his hands, he was held in his arms as if to protect him by His Highness sitting next to him.

But the light and the wind seemed to be an instant, and soon the surroundings remained quiet without sound.

Gently open the eye lid and there it is.

"What..."

"Eh..."

Anna's figure just crouched over the magic formation.

There is no spiritual figure on that side.

What do you mean?

Nothing's happening?

What's that?

As confusing as I am, the students around me didn't seem to know what happened the same way.

No, it's not just the students. Sorcerers and clerics in the same VIP seats also look at each other in a difficult way.

To this unusual situation, the surrounding area begins to become zawazawa.

"Failure?" "What the hell was that?" Only a bewildered voice sounds hissy.

Anna, who was in the middle of the magic formation, should have felt the light and wind best. He squatts on the spot and looks confused.

But right on the side of the magic formation.

Just one person in the center, without sitting back, stretches his spine and stands upright, Master Theodore enters his sight.

He stares at the Jizz and Magic Formation.

And as he moved his mouth to add more spells, he raised his mouth angle with pleasure.

"Who called me?"

At that time.

Rin's voice echoes with divine light from the magic formation.

The white light did not make the appearance clear, but only the beautiful and long blonde hair burned into my eyes.