Marca was rightly there when she heard that Ray was to continue teaching mock warfare at the military academy.
　Marka must have felt a lot of responsibility because he went to Gillum to ask Ray.
　Marka was right to be delighted, as Ray blew away the anxiety in one word.
　Marca, who was in a good mood, naturally expressed her desire to see Ray as an instructor.

"You're slow to make a decision to step back! Don't hesitate to attack and defend yourself. Keep your movements on your body so that you can move instinctively!"

　Ray's mock war spear dispels Inzra's feet, which he could not cope with as he approached her.
　Incla, who remained in the group until the end, falls to the ground with her feet thrown away... with her hands on the brink of collapse.
　Ray was impressed by Inzra's move, but the next moment the reason for Inzra's persistence is revealed.

"I can't stand exposing my ungainly figure before Mr. Marka said.

　Screaming, he stands up again and faces Ray with a mock battle dagger in his hand in hand.

(How about Marca showing her potential just because she's watching?)

　Ray confronts Insula with doubts.
　But this military academy is a place for those who wish to be knights of the Duke of Quent... or adventurers.
　Many people, then, know the face of Marka, Duke of Quent's beloved daughter.
　In particular, Marka was very famous for his magical talent.
　That's why Inzra manages to give Ray a shot, not wanting to expose himself in front of Marka.
　Insula originally came from a noble family and was acquainted with Marka, so I guess he thinks so.

"Come on. I'll see how good you are."
"Now is the only time for that big mouth!"

　words from the top of one's head directed at Ray's younger brother
　Insla kicks the floor to make up for it.
　The first shot at Ray was a sideways blow aimed at the most elusive torso.
　Normally, it would be common to move backward and avoid.
　But Ray easily takes Inzula's blow with a single-handed spear.
　Still, Inzra does not seem to be in a hurry, and instead tries to take advantage of the movement of his long sword, which was struck by a blow, to hit Ray with a long sword as it spins wide.

"Sweet."

　With that word, the long sword is again played by the spear.
　But Inzra defiantly screams at such Ray.

`That way!'

　Originally, he had no intention of deciding the game with this blow.
　The blow delivered by Ray's spear was almost unnerved, and was easily repelled and returned to hand, followed by the blow delivered by Inzra.
　Insla would have thought that the blow, which went straight to Ray, caught Ray's eye...
　In fact, a low-ranking adventurer had the sharpness to take the blow.
　But... it was Ray who Inzra was confronting, not a very, very low-ranking adventurer.
　In contrast to the long sword thrust at his torso, Ray fired a spear thrust.
　The point of the long sword and the tip of the spear bumped into each other, though he had apparently begun to move when he saw the thrust.
　Pushing is fast and powerful.
　However, if the speed is stopped before it reaches its maximum speed, its high power cannot be exerted.
　Moreover, Ray and Inzula have different physical abilities.
　As a result...

"Wow!"

　As a result of the thrusts colliding with each other, the Inzula blows away.
　Still, thanks to Ray's moderation in what he described as a mock battle, the distance the Inzula blew away was only a few meters.
　It must have also been fortunate for Inzra that it was not outside but a gymnasium.
　...though I wouldn't say that he was very lucky to have been blown away in front of Marka.

`Gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, geez, geez!'

　The chagrined cry is not very much, but the first time I saw Ray, I can't see him looking down on me.
　It hasn't been ten days since Ray started teaching mock warfare, but I can still understand the overwhelming difference between Ray and me.
　No, if you don't understand that, you won't be able to attend the four-year S class.
　Even aristocrats are ranked lower if they have low ability. That's the rule of this military academy.
　It was possible, though, because of the confidence of Ronald, who was Duke of Quent.

"Well, that's wonderful! I'm looking forward to the future to be able to fight against Ray so far. Coan, don't you think so?"

　Marka, watching the outcome of the match, nods satisfactorily and calls out to the bodyguard standing by her.
　The bodyguard spoken to... Corean nods and opens his mouth with a soft expression on his face.

"Well, it's safe to say that you have the best ability in this class. However, it seems that you are a little bad at putting your weight on when you deliver a thrust. Once you get used to it, the thrust will become even more powerful... No, I think the second tier will be better."

　Marca nods convincingly to Coan's words.
　Marka had considerable insight into magic, but he didn't know much about avant-garde fighters or knights.
　If she grew up, she might go on the battlefield, like Elena, who was nicknamed General Princess, but fortunately no one at her current age would order such a thing.
　...if it had been, Ronald would have broken the story with all his might for his beloved daughter.
　Instead, he has learned more about magic and knows it by hearsay or something. I saw Samaroon peeping through the gym door, hoping to talk a little bit about magic with Marka.
　Originally, Samaroon is very curious about magic. This is the kind of behavior that Marca, who is also a child of magic, could do if she was also a child of magic.
　However, he had no idea that Samaroon's eyes were half bloodshot, which stimulated Marca's bodyguard, Coan.

(Samaroon... I hope he doesn't succeed as a suspicious person.)

　As a bodyguard, Coan has the potential to touch Samaroon if he makes any suspicious moves.
　In fact, Samaroon, who peeps through the entrance of the gymnasium, cannot be denied if he is called a suspicious person.
　Ray opens his mouth, thinking that he's also his caretaker and that if something happens, he'll stop it immediately.

"The next five come!"

　Shout, and a new five will rise in high spirits.
　I saw with my own eyes an excellent insla in this class, but there was more fighting spirit in it to challenge Ray than to fear.
　I've lost to Ray many times in my previous classes.
　The attitude of saying nothing will happen if it increases once or twice now.
　However, it is true that fighting spirit is absolutely necessary to live as a knight or adventurer.
　It is common practice that enemies who face each other on the battlefield are stronger than themselves.
　Especially for the students of this military academy, there are many stronger opponents than themselves when they graduate.
　It's the same with the S class, which is renowned for being the highest grade and elite in the military academy.
　Therefore, it was a privilege for S class students to be able to play mock battles with Ray, who was originally a powerful opponent that they could never compete with.

(I don't know what will happen to them... they seem a little uneasy, and I'm looking forward to it.)

　With a mock spear in his hand, Ray would wait for the five who were coming towards him.





"Well, I don't know the mistress is fighting in the avant‐garde. But I don't think I know much about wizards... to be honest, I don't think I know much about them from the eyes of concubines."

　The four-year class ended, and the three-year class ended in the afternoon, and Ray was now having an early lunch in the cafeteria with Marka and Coan.
　Originally I wanted to eat in the cafeteria of the school building, but with the famous Marka there was nothing I could do to stand out.
　Marka, who is famous in many ways, came to the dining-room of the staff dormitory for the time being because it was a rare place to see.

(Well, rather than the cafeteria with the students...)

　cast one's eyes around the dining room
　They are there, like Ray, who wants to eat a little earlier, and teachers and staff who want to eat a little later in the afternoon.
　Naturally, such people understood what kind of person Marka was and were attracting attention.
　Unlike students, he is a sensible adult. It was comfortable for Ray not to have such a blatant look on him as the students did.

"It's hard to use magic freely in battle. If I could sing while I was on the move, that would be solved at once.""... Ray, there are not many people who can do such a thing."
"I can do it, though.
`I can't stand so many like you!'

　Marka shouts reflexively at Ray's words and so does Coan sitting next to him.
　All the students in the military academy have the same skills as Ray... and that's the kind of military force that could even destroy the country.

"Magical? I really want you to tell me about it."

　It was Samaroon who managed to watch for an opportunity to talk to Marca that interrupted Ray and Marca's conversation.
　...though both Ray and Coan had sensed the approach.
　Still, Coan did not decide as a suspicious figure because Ray had told Coan about Samaroon in advance after the mock war.
　Samaroon is also a beneficial partner to Ray here. I didn't want to see such a person punished by Coan as suspicious.

"Well, is your lord Samaroon?" I've heard from Ray. from Iskeld He seems to know a lot about magic."

　When Marka looked at Samaroon and told him so, he must have been pleased to hear that he was familiar with magic. Samaroon smiles happily and opens his mouth.

"I'm worried about that brain muscle, but I'm honored to know your name. And as for magic, I hear that Mr. Marka can use the three attributes of wind, earth, and light."
"Yes. I'm sure."
"What about the advantages of each, like soil is easier to use than wind."
"…that's right." The mistress herself has no such feeling. You can use all the magic of any attribute without hesitation."
"Oh!? According to the information I've collected so far, most people with multiple attributes were good at it." For example, so is Mr. Ray there. In addition to flames, they seem to be able to use wind properties, but when it comes to Ray, the magic of flames, and so on, he is clearly very good at it."

　Samaroon's gaze turns to Ray, who was having a cup of tea after the meal.
　Ray's gaze makes a momentary effort to retort something, but ultimately remains silent.
　Ray also understood where the widespread story of Ray having wind attributes came from.
　It's not hard to say that it's not magic, it's skill. It's just a way to check the enemy and attack long distances.
　But a tornado of fire, which has now become a symbol of Ray, and which can even be called a disaster to burn down the whole army...a fire whirlwind
　The normal wind tornado needed to produce this was beyond skill.
　If you say it's Set's skill, which is considered a rare species, you may believe it, but if that happens, the attention to Set will increase even more.
　...as long as it only adds to the attention, Ray has nothing else to think of. No, I'm sure Seto will be happy if more people are interested in Seto and more people are playing with him.
　But there's no doubt that it's going to be a problem if anyone thinks about getting a set for that reason.

(It's only troublesome to have a lot of people like the Azot trade.) ...but I'm not going to take it easy if someone comes out to me to aim for Seto.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.o.)

　While listening to Marka and Samaroon's conversation about magic theory, a subtle murder leaks from Ray's body.
　Responding to this, Coan turns his eyes to Ray, but when he determines that he doesn't have any ill intentions against him, he again concentrates on protecting him.