Time goes back a little.
　As Erinde worked as usual in the dean's office, a magical power suddenly struck him.
　There would have been no particular problem if the magic had entered the school building of the principal's office. 　
　However, if the magic suddenly appeared right next to me when I was sorting out the papers at the office desk of the principal's office, it would be a different story.
　Still, Erinde didn't seem flustered because he knew more about the man with the magical powers.
　Just read what's written on the document and make sure there's nothing wrong with it before signing.
　Then reach for the cup of tea on the desk, drink a very cold cup of tea, and then open your mouth.

"And what on earth are you doing?"

　I was looking at the same elf as me, with a bow on my back... on my back, a wonderful bow that I could not possibly afford, and an arrow barrel that I could understand as a magic item just by looking at it.
　Elf's slender figure, but Erinde knows that the person is well-trained.
　And this is also a graceful face that can be expressed as elf-like.
　Originally, elves tend to have good features, but they are especially handsome.
　What makes you understand that he's a man, however, is probably due man.
　The man, looking at Erinde's face with a curious look next to her, finally opens his mouth with a smile, asking if he could deal with her.

"You're terrible, too. You've always noticed me, haven't you? But how could you ignore that and put your job first?"
"I don't mind dealing with you, but my job is to be the principal of this military academy. If so, you know that even if a friend asks you, you have to give priority to your work?"
"Work, you know. I certainly don't want to do paperwork. If they tell me to do it, I'll flatly refuse it, and I'd like to use it to protest against anyone who forces me to do so."

　Tell him so, Elf's man fondly touches his bow.
　Made of a mixture of white and blue lines, the bow was not only a man's nickname but also a powerful magic item.
　That is to say...

"He must be dissatisfied if he is used for something so stupid."

　Yes, that bow is the weapon called the bow, and at the same time, Elf, who holds the bow, is a Rank S adventurer with the same nickname as the weapon.

"Really? Erinde was the one who originally asked me to be escorted, so I think I could be praised for my hard work."
"And yet you only intervened in the Battle of Ray, didn't you think you could have caught the attacker?"
"What are you talking about?"

　Sardart spreads his hands wide as if he were disappointed.
　Each of the gestures was exaggerated, and to the viewer it was as if he were watching a play.

(By the way, according to the information which came into the royal faction, there was a man of similar character among the men of the third prince, who was victorious in the civil war and became the next emperor of the Empire of Bestia... as if he had seen Sardart meet, or would not like to see him.)

　Can't you imagine Erinde thinking that inside, Sardart opens his mouth sadly, shaking his head with his arms outstretched.

"I'm an elf. I'm good at archery and spirit magic, but I'm not good at close combat." You can leave it to the person who is good at it. ... oh, but only men. "Girls' skin will be damaged, so I hope they don't."""
"...you really have the same personality as before." I can't say that the future of this country is very bright because this is the Rank S adventurer of the Kingdom of Milliana."
"I'm disappointed. A little girl, a girl, a girl... ...that's the treasure of the world."

　Erinde breathes a sigh at Sardart, who says, "The truth of the world!"

"Yes, yes. If that's all right, can you guess who attacked Ray after all?"
"Oh, I've had a few fights before. That's a stigma."
"... a stigma?"

　Erinde turns his head, perhaps unfamiliar.
　When Sardart saw it, he also tilted his head.
　It was a strange sight of two elves bowing to each other to silence, but it was Sardart who first broke the silence.

"Huh? You really don't know? I think it's famous in the back world."
"Well... I'm not an adventurer, I'm not a resident of the underworld, I'm the principal of an ordinary military academy. How do you think I know a famous figure in the underworld?"
"...you're the normal one. That would change my normal definition... well, fine. If you go deep into the matter, you'll end up in a thickrope. So it was about the stigma. To put it simply, it's the supreme strength of the Church."
"Shokoism? Shokoism, if I remember correctly, caused a disturbance in Egzil last year..."

　Although Egzil is treated as a self-governing city because of its labyrinth, it remains part of the kingdom of Milliana.
　That being the case, last year's incident of the Sacred Light was naturally brought in as well.

"Yes, that's the doctrine of the Holy Light." In the end of the day, even in the kingdom of Milliana, you know that they have come to be looked at harshly, and the stigma is the supreme power of the Church."
"Do you know exactly how good he is?"
"Well, on average, it's like a Rank A adventurer. Of course, some are weaker, and others are stronger. ...oh, of course, I've never seen anyone stronger than me, so I don't think it's worth Rank S."

　The words give Erinde a sigh of relief.
　But soon the beautiful expression turns into something bitter.
　It's only natural. On average, if you're a Rank A adventurer, you're pretty good at it.
　I don't think my friend will lose, but there's only one Sardart.
　It was certain that Sardart would not be able to cope with the uproar in multiple places.

(The least salvation is that Sardart is an adventurer nicknamed the bow. Its ability to hit an arrow from afar can be a trump card. And...)

　The next thing that came to Erinde's mind was Ray.
　Naturally, there is some information about his ability. This is Gracial, which is ruled by a major figure in the royal faction. Information has come in about what Ray did in the civil war of the Vestian Empire, and we've heard that he's won, albeit limited to, the Vestian Empire's proud Rank S adventurer.
　And most importantly, Ray's enormous magical power when he wore the Emperor's red armor.
　It gave me an idea of how much power I had.

(However, according to the information collected, Ray is good at a wide range of extermination magic.) In other words, a battle in a wide area. Of course, I know I have enough personal power... but since I have been instructed to temporarily evacuate Ray, I guess I'm disqualified when he's fighting.

　Sardart gazes amusingly at Erinde breathing.
　That's just the time. There was a knock on the door of the principal's office.From the moment Sardart sensed the approach to the door, he smiled even more.
　You must have realized who came after seeing that kind of sardart. Erinde urges him to come in, with a half-given look on his face.
　It was only natural that Ray came in.

「……」
"Huh?"

　Erinde thought Sardart would react to Ray entering the school principal's office, but she is suspicious that he has not received any unexpected response.
　What's the matter? Erinde turned to Sardart with that in mind. No, I intended to turn to him, but...
　I don't know where and how it moved, but by the time I knew it, Sardart had already turned towards Ray, who had entered the room.

"Hi, are you Ray? I heard you were a man, but I guess it was a lie."

　Erinde wasn't the only one surprised by Sardart, who shined his teeth -- though he couldn't see it from Erinde.
　It was the same with Ray, who naturally saw him approaching. ...no, Ray would be better in the sense of pure surprise.
　Ray is now pulling down the Dragon Robes hood to meet Erinde.
　As a result, Ray's face, which could be called a female face, was easily identified, and Sardart, seeing it, began to woo Ray.

"No, I didn't know she was so beautiful because I was concentrating on the stigma. But what did you do to have a stigma attack you?"
"...wait! Wait! Please wait a minute."

　Rarely confused for Ray, he thrusts his hand forward and tilts his head away from Sardart.
　It was because I felt like there were strange words mixed in the conversation.

"Oh, of course, if you tell me to wait, I'll keep you waiting. Even so, that robe of yours looks like a pretty powerful magic item, but it still doesn't take full advantage of your flowers. What do you think? I'd like to give you a dress that suits you later."

　Fasari and Sardart invite Ray to shop, raking up his bright green hair.
　If it were not Ray but an ordinary woman here, she would probably have fallen in love with him at once.
　Because you know your beauty, you know for yourself how to make it look more effective. How to show it... No, how to charm it.
　But unfortunately... Ray was a man of record, not to mention his appearance.

"Ah... Sardart. I beg your pardon, but Mr. Ray is a fine man."
"...what?"

　Ray turns his eyes to Sardart, who, with his hair raked up, pauses as if he were hearing an imitation sound.
　I know I'm what you call a woman's face, and I know I'm smaller than the average man in Elgin.
　But if you see your belly sticking out in the dragon lobe, you'll see that it has some muscle.

(No, isn't it unusual for a woman to have muscles?)

　A few warriors...not just a woman who retains her beauty as a woman like Vichela, but a woman with muscles as strong as a man passes through Ray's mind.
　I've rarely spoken to that kind of person, but I dare say, Fluorocaron, who is also a member of the Crushers' Warrior at the Rank C party.

(If you think about it that way, it's no wonder you mistook me for a woman...? I'm not happy about that.)

　Ray recognizes himself as a man of record, and it's not pleasant to be approached by a man no matter how handsome he is.

"Well... are you really a man?"
"Oh, what else does it look like?"
"That's... I knew it..."

　Sardart, who was about to call her a woman, stifles at the displeased gaze of Ray and the dumbfounded gaze of Erinde.
　If I were to say something thoughtless now, I would have a terrible experience in many ways.
　In fact, the judgment was probably right.
　If I were to say that Ray is a woman here, Ray would have taken a firm stand, no matter who he is... even if he was the only Rank S adventurer in the kingdom of Milliana, nicknamed Amyumi.

(Rank S adventurer, Tenkyu...isn't it really different? No, it's a stigma? I guess he's a Tenkyu...isn't it too much of a noise?)

　Ray shakes his head as he sees Sardart with a troubled look on his face.
　While the noise was just facing each other, I was so nervous that I couldn't think of Sardart as a person of the same rank as the noise because he had such a light atmosphere.
　But given that Erinde, the master of the occasion, doesn't put anything into the conversation, it's undoubtedly true that the person in front of her is a Rank S adventurer, Tenkyu.
　Feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the fact, Ray turned to Sardart.