Chapter 41 – 31-2. Shown by Example, Not by Implicit Sequence.

“There are a lot of mosquitoes in summer, isn’t it, Allen Mestia?”
“I see. Baby mosquitoes are really annoying. If you don’t beat them to death, they’ll keep buzzing and fucking around.”

Rice cakes are back in response to Allen’s provocation.

“Hey, Allen Mestia. What if the second son of a famous marquess catches a mosquito properly? How can I make sure I catch it at all?”

Wellton Arsna.

Allen doesn’t know all the extra characters, but she knows this one.

The third son of the Arsna family, who became a ducal family by making great contributions in each war. From the ancestors to the present, he has been a warrior with a long history who has supported the king and ruthlessly defeated enemies as the vanguard of the battlefield.

Above all, in the game, there is an event in which a war occurs in the latter half of the game. If there is a member of the Ars or family in Lusen’s army, the enemy’s morale will drop, and it is also a suitable party member to easily kill or capture the enemy and collect information. .

And when an officer-level prisoner of the enemy was captured, he would talk to himself in despair and say this.

‘They told me to run away unconditionally, if you see something with the Arsuna family’s pattern in the war. I couldn’t…’

As such, the Arsuna family, which was called a war specialist to the extent that enemies feared them, had absolute trust from the king, so no matter how powerful a family was, there was no need to be hostile to the Arsuna family, which earned the king’s trust.

Rather, it’s a plate that looks good, but it’s not enough.

“Since when did you think of me this much? I think I first mixed words with you?”
“It’s better to get to know each other from now on. If there’s something that makes you uncomfortable in front of me, don’t reveal it. Don’t get beaten up like you just did.”

An explosive sound was heard again in the classroom, as if a bomb had exploded with the palm of my hand hitting my desk vigorously with an intimidating giant.

“If you know better, let’s go now. Oh, and…”
“B… Cowardly…!”
“What? No, what are you?”
“Sah, hit people…! Ah, no matter how bad things you hear… You shouldn’t hit people…!”

Welton, who is about to return to his seat, raises his eyes at Mirai’s bravery.

“Hey, kid. Even if I’m a girl, they won’t take care of me. Even more so if you challenge me with that young body.”
“Yeah, but…! Hitting is a bad deed… Kyaaaaa!!”

Welton Arsuna raises her thick hand towards Mirai, whom she has neither heard nor seen, and tries to strike it down vigorously.

“Uh… Maybe it’s because he’s fucking ignorant, but he’s strong.”

Her hand, which had been hitting Mirai, was caught in Allen’s before she knew it.

“Scholar San-nim would be better off. No matter what… Bigger?!”

Welton Arsna, who was trying to escape from Allen’s grasp, glared at Allen as she let out a groan of her agony filled with her moment.

“What, what if you glared at me rather than what the bastard said? Would you even hit me with one blow?”
“Who knows not…!”

Wellton threw a fist at Allen with his free hand to free her grip, but …

“Do you eat rice? Why do you have so little energy…Uh!”
“Keuuugh…!!”

Grabbing her heavy, fast fists enough to cut through her air, Allen smiled and began giving her strength.

“Anyway, can she hit a girl who is younger and weaker than herself? Huh?”

Welton, who managed to free himself from Allen’s clutches, looked at the hand that had just been grabbed and saw a dark red handprint.

“I thought he was weak because he’s a delicate guy. He seems to have quite a bit of strength.”
“It’s because I’m not the type to brag about power ignorantly like you.”

The gazes of the two boys met and it seemed like sparks flew for a moment.

“Just like before, at least try your hand at it, bastard. Or were you scared?”
“It’s interesting. You have a knack for provoking people. See you after class…”
“Oh, wait.”
“What ball…!?”

Allen got up from her seat saying he had something to do with her, and Welton, who was about to return to his seat, stopped and slapped her on the cheek, concentrating her mana on her hand.

“Sir, with this?”
“…After school. No, there is sparring today, so look forward to it.”
“Ow. So I can legally fuck you up?”
“I wonder if that mouth will continue to be broken even if it is attacked by me.”

Welton returns to his seat with a nonchalant expression.

And Allen saw the back of Welton, who showed a calm reaction even though he hit him quite hard.

‘Young. In that short moment, I protect it with mana. It looks like an empty-headed bastard.’

As Allen sat back in her seat, he touched her cheek, which was now so swollen that it was red, and she felt a slight sting that made her uncomfortable.

“Gwa, are you okay…? Gwa, it’s because of me…”
“It’s okay… It’s not. But it’s not because of Mirai. I was beaten for swearing.”
“Well, but… You’re sick…”
“Well, not like that.”
“I-I’ll get you a handkerchief…! Joe, wait a minute!”

Before Allen had time to dry himself, her tiny body took her handkerchief and headed for her bathroom.

“I-this should be enough…”

She may have seemed slow to others, but she could say that Mirai would never walk faster than this.

‘Mirai. That guy who tried to hit you… Don’t forgive me.’

Just then, she was about to head to class carrying her handkerchief soaked in cold water. Le Cane, who had been watching and listening to the whole situation inside Mirai, spoke in a cold voice.

“Le, Le Canet? Ha, but…”
‘He’s a piece of trash trying to hit you. If Knockdown hadn’t stopped it… No. The good-looking guy who made that happen in the first place… No. Anyway! Never forgive I know those things very well. This time, it was thanks to the subtraction, but if Mirai is alone, she will definitely get revenge.’

The reverberation of dark red mana hovered around Mirai, then slowly gathered, and a pitch-dark female figure appeared vaguely.

“I, really… Would you bother me…?”
“I don’t know about that either. But the guy who wants to hurt you… Maybe I can forgive you for being tender-hearted, but I will never forgive you.”
“Le, Le Cane…”

The ugly sword red mana is scattered, and Le Cane returns to Mirai again and speaks her words.

‘Mirai. I respect your decision But… Postpone this decision now, if he does something unbearable to you… Then… Then I’ll despair.’
“Lcane… Thank you. But…”
‘Okay. I’m Mirai’s friend. She likes Mirai doing whatever she wants. Anyway, even if that scumbag human attacks, if I use a little bit of strength, I’ll fall into chaos for the rest of my life.

The voice was clear, but the content was not at all.

“Uh… Ugh…!”
‘Shall we go back then? And that handkerchief. I’m going to have to rub it on my cheek.’
“Ah, that’s right! Go-thank you Lecane…!”

Thanks to what Le Canet said, Mirai hurriedly ran away while holding her wet handkerchief.

‘Than. Thin guy… Something was weird. The flow of mana and the temperament changed as if she had become a completely different person… Couldn’t it be… That warlike lizard girl?’

****

“Note…! Oh no, student Allen! What’s wrong with your cheeks?”
“I just had a small quarrel.”
“Even so, isn’t this too bad? If it got hit in the eye, it might have gone blind…!”
“I’m glad I didn’t go blind.”
“… Haa… I’ll treat you first.”

Now with several students. Agnes treated me the same as other students, not by calling me master, and my now swollen cheeks. He was treating my cheeks, which were already puffy and hard to see even my eyes.

“The swelling has subsided, but be careful.”
“Oh…! Thank you, Mr. Agnes… Then I’ll be on my way.”

Arlen hurriedly left her health room, in case her student was present, and Agnes did her own thing, and the two returned to their seats without much conversation.

****

“I thought the famous scholar’s son would refuse to fight with all sorts of excuses.”
“What do you talk about so much? Don’t you fight with your mouth?”
“You can talk as much as you like. You won’t be able to talk anyway.”
“Yes. Imagination is free.”

The two boys exchanged words and fought without concessions to the point of blood spattering.

“Now, the next student to fight is… Allen Mestia! Welton Arsuna! Forward!”

Christine’s cheerful voice calls for rice cakes.

“If you give up even now…”
“Ugh… What is this guy talking about so much? Just shut up and come up.”