"How do you do, Mr. Ray?" I am the principal of the school, Erinde Exilia."

　It was a person with sharp ears who smiled before Ray and Samaroon on the sofa.
　The ear made it clear that Ray was right in front of him.
　The green hair growing below the ears also emphasizes elfism.
　However, there are things I don't understand. That's...

(Are you a man or a woman? Which one?)

　Yes, it's the s*x of the elf smiling in front of Ray.
　The elf, who deserves to be described as neutral in Ray's eyes, is not very much a man or a woman.
　If you say you're a man, you'll think you're a man, and if you say you're a woman, you'll be convinced you're a woman. That's the kind of person I was dealing with.

"Well... it's Ray." It's a short time until spring, but it's helpful. Erinde Exilia, president of the school."

　After that, Ray turns his eyes to the person in front of him.
　Elinde Exilea Having a surname indicates that the elf at hand is a nobleman.
　Ray was surprised by Erinde's seemingly male and female appearance, when he finally realized he had a surname.
　He must have understood what Ray was thinking, looking at him bewilderedly. Erinde opens her mouth with a smile.

"Are you curious about my gender?"
"... to put it bluntly,"
"Huh, I'll tell you that after I get along a little more. Until then, you should think a lot about it."

　The smiley way of telling is to be described as mesophilic.

(I see, he's the type who likes mischief.) Well, I'm sure you're full of curiosity because you've flown the errand bird over here. but it's not hard to judge by appearance in general.)

　Ray's gaze briefly reaches Erinde's chest.
　If Erinde is a woman, her breasts should be swollen to the point of seeing.
　But Ray's chest doesn't look bloated in his eyes.
　Still, I couldn't deny being a man because I've read in a book before that many Elves are fleshy.

(On the other hand, dark elves are fatter than ordinary elves.)

　Passing Ray's mind is Guildmaster of Guillum, who seems to have made the word fascinating into a human form.
　The Dark Elf marina is attractive enough to attract any man.
　You shouldn't have an ordinary elf with such a partner. That's what Ray thinks, but I don't know Erinde actually had similar feelings inside.

(You don't look like a man when you put the hood down.) But in his case, the s*x is already clear, so you don't have to worry about it.)

　Erinde opens her mouth with a smiling smile, not reading her mind.

"Well, the reason why I asked you to come all the way to the principal's office is because I wanted to see you. ... well, I'm surprised. How many magic items do you have? It's been a long time since I've seen someone with so many magic items."

　mutter admiringly and look at Ray's body.
　Go to places where you're wearing a lot of magic items: hands, feet, and body.

"It's not just an item box?"

　It's probably because I didn't notice it myself. Samaroon turns to Erinde and looks at Ray again.
　I don't have eyes to see magic, and I'm not an alchemist, so I don't know if it's a magic item.
　For Samaroon, Ray couldn't tell where he was wearing the magic items.
　...if Samaroon had seen Sett, he might have noticed a magic item on his front foot, but unfortunately he had already broken up with Sett when he met him in the dormitory.

"Oh, but I don't know what kind of magic item it is, but I can tell he has a lot of magic items just by looking at it like this. ...and yet you have so many magic items. Wasn't it hard to get it?"
"I won't deny it. In fact, there were times when I got a lot of money for my request, and sometimes I walked around the city and found a bargain."
"Well, that's it... it won't change anywhere that magic items are expensive."

　Magic items that Ray is collecting are very expensive, let alone daily magic items.
　I wonder how long it would take for me to collect it so far... and I can't help but admire Erinde.
　It was also the case with Samaroon.
　No, Samaroon, who is more enchanted, looks even hotter at Ray than Erinde.

(I understand that you like me because I'm obsessed with magic, but in my case I use magic not theoretically but sensually.) It's a bit troublesome if you insist on arguing.)

　Still, Ray opens his mouth, seemingly unconcerned, with a slightly unpleasant feeling about the gaze directed at him.

"That's what hobbies are, isn't it? Especially in my case, I got a lot of magic items from my teacher."

　He says he should make good use of his settings at times like this, and explains about his master as before.

(When I think about it like this, it feels like I've set it up like this. Thank you, my brainmaster. Please continue to do your best for me.)

　Unexpected that Ray was thinking about it in private, Erinde and Samaroon nod deeply in his words.

"Well, it is not very often possible for a master to become his disciple."
"Yes. Normally, there are many people who try to make magic items their own... No, I think we should say that there are more people who do that."
"Well, to give it to the independence of my disciples... to be honest, I wonder if I can do that." I suppose the master of Ray is such a wonderful wizard."
"What? Oh... oh, yes." Yes, I'm grateful to my teacher, too."

　Ray's cheek twitches at the teacher's appreciation beyond his expectations.
　It's only natural that the delusional master I've created is treated as a man of character.

"And may you tell me why I was called here after all?"

　Erinde says she finally remembers Ray, who tells him she's trying to mislead him.

"I didn't have anything particular to do," I just wanted to see you. After all, he is an adventurer nicknamed crimson. Besides, I wanted to know as soon as possible what kind of personality he has because he will be in my school until spring."
"...And? How do you feel about meeting me?"
"It's a little different from what I expected... but it's only natural to think about it, since people's rumors are basically exaggerated."
"Well, I don't think it's a good idea to cut off the limbs of a hostile aristocrat."

　He nods to Erinde's words as if Samaroon agrees with them, but... Ray finds it hard to say that the rumor is true until half way through.In fact, the keep, which was responsible for this uproar, has been cut off from both shoulders.
　He is alive, but after all that trouble, he will undoubtedly be cut off by the Earl of Eriel, and he will not be able to get a prosthetic hand.
　It is almost impossible to obtain prosthetic limbs, especially those produced by alchemy.

"I don't particularly care about rumors. The truth seems to be quite mixed up."

　Ray had no choice but to say this.

"Oh, you're very humble," You would normally want to deny your bad reputation."
"That's Mr. Ray, dean. perhaps one of the greatest wizards in this world This magnanimity is wonderful. I have to learn from it, too."
"...not worth mentioning,"

　For some reason, I feel a little uncomfortable even though the evaluation from Samaroon has become unagi-climbing.
　Under normal circumstances, you should be praised for being able to respect someone so genuinely younger than you.
　But... Ray breathes a sigh in his heartily.

(I don't usually get this kind of look at me.) ... oh, there was Baslello. But Basrero is much smaller than I am.)

　The appearance of Samaroon reminds me of Basrero, but Basrero is also about ten years old.
　From the sidelines, Ray doesn't seem to care at all about it, though it's little different from Ray, who is in his mid-teens.

"That's a bit of a problem to look at," Just treat me normally."
"Even so... Ray seems to me to be at the top of the wizard's wheel." I'm very happy to have someone like that as the same wizard."

　Ray turns to Erinde to do something about it, as Samaroon looks at him.
　You must have understood the meaning of the gaze. Erinde opens her mouth with a wry smile.

"Samaroon, leave it there. Aren't you in trouble, too, Mr. Ray? There is nothing he can do about what Samaroon thinks of Ray, but there are people who don't like it to be revealed."

　If Erinde, the president of the school, says so, Samaroon can't argue any more.
　For Samaroon, Ray is an object of respect, but at the same time Erinde, an elf, also respects him as a wizard above himself.

"If the dean says so... but Mr. Ray. Could you tell me a story about magic in the near future?"
"Well... I understand how you feel, but for Samaroon, it might be a disappointment. In my case, magic is not a theory, it's a sensory thing. I'm just playing with magical structures, but that's not exactly based on theory."
"…is that so?" Using magic without theory or anything... there are really geniuses."

　Ray's words must have been quite surprising. Unbelievable... No, Samaroon with an expression of disbelief.
　Erinde smiles bitterly at Samaroon's appearance.
　He is a beloved instructor among the cadets, but sometimes he goes too far as he does now.

(If it weren't for this, I'd be a good instructor. ...no, researchers are curious. and if Samaroon's actions will lead to the development of magic, I shall be glad to hear that.)

　Even Ray couldn't tell whether Erinde was a man or a woman who was breathing painfully and itchyly.
　The elf may be related, but it's very difficult to judge.

(I wish they would dress as easily as Marina, even if they were the same elves.)

　The guildmaster, who is also an elf, passes through Ray's mind.

"Well, I would normally like to talk to you a little more, but unfortunately, I can't say that because of my job as a school president. Let's stop seeing each other for the first time. and, Mr. Ray, will you come here again tomorrow morning?"

　After nodding to Erinde's words, Ray rises from the sofa where he was sitting.

"Well, it's a short time until spring, but please take care of me from tomorrow." --maybe I'll cause you a lot of trouble."
"Hahaha! Everyone who goes here is young. It may be a little too much to say that... every day, but it's not uncommon for trouble to occur. Keep that in mind and do your best. Well, Samaroon. I'll ask of him."
"Yes. Leave it to me."

　That remark must have been the signal. Erinde stands up and heads towards the office desk.
　Samaroon does the same, urging Ray out of the school principal's office.

(Well, we arrived at the military academy anyway. if that's the case, we'll have busy and noisy days until spring."

　muttering inwardly, Ray turns his gaze back into the principal's office before leaving the room.
　You must have felt Ray's gaze. Erinde suddenly looked up and smiled at Ray.