Chapter 102 – 58-1 Preparing a New Play.

“It is a rare thing. Clos Sero, who wants to raise me like a princess, kicked me out.”

After changing into sportswear and coming out to the playground, Allen warms up with light stretching and recalls what happened unconsciously.

‘Did you say Le Cane? I don’t know because it doesn’t appear in the game, but it would be nice to find out more. I don’t know what effect it will have in the future.’

I knew the existence of Le Cane for the first time today, but somehow it resembled someone I knew.

‘She looks like Mirai.’

Mirai Mirai. Le Cane.

What they both have in common is their appearance.

And the wavelength of mana was similar.

‘Should I ask you today? No. Let’s just leave it until we talk. It’s just hard to get entangled for no reason.’

“I have to run hard today.”

After stretching, Allen reached the limit of mana today.

She sprinted slowly across her playground, draping herself with the maximum amount of mana her body could allow.

In less than a few minutes, the body that allowed mana to its limit was screaming here and there.

Did it only run two laps?

Allen hurriedly reaps her mana and slumps onto her bench as if collapsing at her slow steps.

“Is it still too much to reach the limit?”

Staring at her violently shaking hands, Allen sighs in pity.

Weak.

Mana was huge beyond imagination, but her body was too weak.

She never neglected or missed training, but she was too weak.

Is it because he was born in the position of a friend of the main character?

Right now, the body is being formed to some extent and taking shape, but it can’t be like this.

If only I could use magic, I had a goal.

I don’t like to die.

I didn’t want to be the main character’s friend position and a disposable cannon fodder for the main character.

The story was changing a lot, but I don’t know yet.

There will be things that are reversed due to certain events.

So, not just an idiot who is good at magic, but in any situation.

She had to become a competent human in magic and fighting as well.

And for personal reasons,

I just want to be that kind of wizard who creates the illusion of being a wizard and beats up opponents with his fists.

“I heard that there is a boy who runs on the playground every morning. She must have been Allen.”
“Miss Christine?”

When she turned her head to the place where the voice was heard, it was different from the clothes she wore in class.

Christine, dressed in a black sports bra and tight-fitting leggings, shook her hand and said hello.

‘You’re sexy. As expected, it makes me feel good just looking at a beautiful woman full of athletic and healthy beauty.’

“But are you done already?”
“No. The desire to run is like a chimney, but my body won’t keep up. My muscles hurt too.”
“Where are you sick?”
“It hurts all over, but the worst part is the hand.”

Allen sitting on her bench gently shaking her hand as she trembled in pain.

“Did you use mana to run?”
“Yes?”
“No?”
“That’s right. How did you know?”
“Even within the Knights, I’ve seen a lot of kids who suffered from systemic muscle pain from using too much mana. And I can see signs of using too much mana.”

Having said that, Christine sat down on the bench and began to knead Allen’s trembling hand.

“Hmm. Did you spend too much mana as expected? By the way, Allen.”
“Yes, Miss Christine.”
“Has anyone taught you how to train like this?”
“I just thought it would be nice to do it this way, so I came up with a method myself.”
Upon hearing that, Christine laughed lightly and pinched Allen’s wet cheek with a cold sweat.

“Why, why are you like that?”
“Because it’s unique.”

Christine’s lively smile that makes even the viewer feel good.

“Later, the teacher will tell you how to exercise, so this type of training is no longer allowed. When the body gets used to mana, it slows down growth. Absolutely forbidden?”

I nodded my head at Christine’s words that she taught me how to exercise while releasing the ball.

‘Did I do stupid things every day without knowing that? Fuck…’

“Okay then, hands.”

When Christine asked for a hand, I raised my trembling hand.

“Oh my, that’s so bad. Isn’t the amount of mana unusual?”

Christine’s hand, which gently massaged his numb hand, was quite delicate.

As the extreme tremors quickly disappeared with her touch, I felt something soft.

‘He’s good at massage… I want to play massage later.’

“Okay, it’s over! Ah. By the way, what is Allen doing at this festival?”

As I draw these promiscuous thoughts, after Christine’s massage, she asks me what she is doing at the festival.

“I want to play.”
“Theater? Then what’s the subject? Classic? Mythology? Or romance?”
“It’s romance.”
“Didn’t Miss Cordelia agree with you? She is a teacher I would like to get close to even among our teachers, but it is not easy to approach her. In the past, I couldn’t approach a lofty aura, but recently, not a lot, but an aura that has become a little docile? Maybe I felt that. Could it be that they are secretly dating?”

Her head tilted slightly and her slightly inferred expression was cute.

‘Also. Christine is pretty too. Should she be said to be healthy? Anyway, she likes women who work out.’

Sensation for a while. Allen returns to the conversation and speaks softly.

“That Cordelia teacher is in love. It will be worth seeing.”
“If she were to fall in love, who would she be? Intelligent man? Or not…”

Christine’s voice is exhilarating, and she lists several styles of men with her mouth.

‘It’s actually me, I can’t say that. This is really itchy.’

Would you say that you feel a sense of superiority?

Saying that I gave in to Cordelia’s arrogance, which even her teachers couldn’t easily approach, I feel self-confident.

Well, it’s self-confidence, although I was originally full of iron.

“Maybe he is a bad man. Even though Ms. Cordelia is a bit strong, she is surprisingly weak at pushing… Why are you like that?”

I was a bit taken aback by Christine’s blank stare at me, and I was speechless.

“I like a caring man.”
“Are you a kind man? Why is your preference coming out all of a sudden?”
“Just. I’ve been thinking a lot lately It’s been a while since I came to the academy, and even though I feel the joy of teaching the kids, my heart is still cold. Is it because you are lonely?”

Christine’s slightly bitter smile at the sudden declaration of loneliness shook my heart.

“If nothing special happens on the weekend, you can eat with me.”
“Uh? Why on the weekend?”
“You said you were lonely?”
“Uh, yes, yes, but.”
“Then see me on the weekend. We also eat together.”
“Aren’t you busy preparing for the festival?”

A little embarrassed face. But I liked the slightly expectant look on his face, the muscles of his face twitching with a hint of joy.

“I’ve already memorized all the festival lines, so it’s okay. So come on weekends with me. Let’s eat together, Ms. Christine.”

Allen offers a weekend meal with a soft smile.

Christine, who saw the scene up close, clashed with conflicting minds, but soon put importance on his desire, pretending to reluctantly agree to eat with Allen, nodding his head and getting up from the bench.

“What’s the point of having a meal together on the weekend… What time shall we meet?”

****

Noisy classroom.
The school lunches were still talking and heating up with the story of the blue witch from yesterday.

“Sir Allen…”
“Yes, Mirai.”
“What is the story of the blue witch… Is everyone laughing…?”
“Aristocratic society. No, it is a ripple novel that had a huge impact on the world.”
“A novel?”

Mirai doesn’t seem to know the story of the blue witch.

“It’s like a romance novel with elements that most women like.”
“If it’s romance… Is it love?”
“That’s right. Love. If you haven’t read it before, would you like me to go to the library and find it for you later?”
“Oh no…! Well, it seems like a stimulating novel to me…!”

Mirai is taken aback by extending her hands and shaking them vigorously.

“No. Read it. It might come in handy when we put on a play.”

So, the story of the novel with Mirai. It was time for small talk.

The sound of a door opening.

“Everybody have a seat.”

When the door that had been opened closed, a familiar voice with waving red hair calmed the noisy classroom.

“I know you’re excited about the upcoming festival, but I’d like you to be a little self-respecting.”

When the sound of high heels stopped, Cordelia, who slammed her attendance sheet on her desk, glared at the lunches with cold eyes.

“There is something very important. Don’t let everyone down.”

Important thing.

What is it? The sound of swallowing saliva from the school lunches focusing on Cordelia’s voice came like a wave.

“The theme of this play, the story of the blue witch, is impossible. No, there was an order from the principal to complete the play, starting with a new story that didn’t exist before.”

After hearing that, the school lunches stood in a daze for about 4 seconds, then realized it belatedly and started complaining in a voice mixed with sighs.

“All quiet. I know the sad feeling well. But I couldn’t help it with my authority.”

Sad voice.

Was Cordelia expecting it too?

Even so, the story of the blue witch is not good enough.

‘Are you leaving? At least, I chose the story of the blue witch because Vivian has blue hair, so I just picked it because it suits her well. Is it more self-made? Did the headmaster get shot in the head? Then you called Dice for nothing?’

In an unexpected situation for Allen, she was taken aback by the variable of being the principal.

“Sorry, a new play. I have no choice but to make an original play. It’s a tight deadline.”

Allen was agonized.

But her anguish was short-lived.

When Cordelia said that she had no choice but to make an original play, a good idea suddenly came to her mind.

“Miss Cordelia.”

Allen gets up from her chair and she calls for Cordelia.

“Why, why, Allen Mestia… Any questions…?”

At Allen’s call, Cordelia fiddles with her choker, and she replies in a slightly shy voice, perhaps remembering the moonlit walk.

However, the students, who had no time to watch Cordelia’s rare appearance, were only voicing that the story of her blue witch was impossible.

“If it is an original play, I will write the screenplay. It has been my dream to become a writer ever since.”

Of course it’s gurada.

Since I couldn’t do the story of the blue witch anyway, I decided that it was better for me to do it than for someone else to write the scenario.

Because it would be easier to attack Vivian that way.

“Are there any good scenarios?”
“Yes. Still, the principal decides in the end, so why don’t I personally tell the principal the scenario and ask for permission?”
“…I get it. Let’s ask the principal first.”
“Thank you, Ms. Cordelia.”

A lot of stories were popping up in Allen’s head right now.

“Before I report it to the principal, I will also go through the story and review it to see if it is okay to post it. So, come visit me after school with your scenario. Do you understand, Allen Mestia?”
“Yes. Mrs. Cordelia. You can look forward to it.”

I wondered if everyone would like it if it was a mix of fun stories.

‘It’s a game world after all. Whatever you use, there will be no problem. And I’m going to go out anyway. It’s better if I eat it hot.’