In the center of the academy, at the top of the towering main tower.
The principal's office.
Sitting in a chair, the principal of the Toristen Magic Academy, an old man with long white hair and a white beard, Aosman closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He had a pipe in his mouth and was enjoying himself.
"Speaking of which, the second grade students are summoning their familiars today, right?"
In the corner of the office, the green-haired and bespectacled Langebel, who was sitting behind her desk and writing something with a quill, replied without raising her head, "Yes, Principal Aosman. Also, please don't smoke. "
"Really, are you going to deprive the elderly of their only hobby?"
"The management of your health is also part of the doctor's job."
As Langebert spoke, he raised his right leg and stomped on a white mouse under the table with his high heel.
"Squeak!!!"
The little white mouse let out a shrill scream and ran to Aosman's feet.
"Also, the next time you let your familiar peep, I will use it as an alchemy material."
"Hey, hey, hey …"
Aosman grinned.
After comforting his frightened familiar, Aosman suddenly stood up.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Principal Aosman? "
Langebel put down the quill in her hand and looked over in confusion.
Aosman didn't answer and walked to the window in silence.
The scene through the window was the second grade students performing the summoning ritual on the square.
"So scary …"
Aosman said in a deep voice.
As a powerful mage who once fought against a dragon when he was young, Aosman found his body trembling slightly.
It was an instinctive tremor when facing a powerful creature.
"Is it a dragon?"
"Dragon?"
Langebel, who didn't understand, stood up and walked to Aosman's side.
"Is there a dragon invading the academy?"
Langebel didn't look worried at all.
"I don't know …"
Staring at the situation outside the window, Aosman narrowed his eyes and the wrinkles on his face squeezed together.
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"Sister M Q?"
Looking around, he didn't see Patrice.
Eight-cloud Ink made a sound.
Because of the accident of crossing worlds, the two were separated?
This was not good news.
Although Patrice speculated that the strength of this world wouldn't be too strong, that was merely a prediction based on a reverse summoning ritual.
Only God knew if there was some powerful existence hidden in this world.
Moreover, as a Mage Envoy of the Seven Radiance Guild, although Patrice's strength was unquestionable, she didn't have a Fairy maid or an Imp to take care of her. She was suffering from asthma and anemia, and her constitution was weak.
It was hard to guarantee that there wouldn't be any problems with his teeth.
Eight-cloud Ink knew that for the sake of Patrice, the little devil would force Patrice to run in the garden of the Red Devil Mansion every once in a while.
But every time, Patrice would collapse to the ground, gasping for breath.
Was it really okay to be alone with such a body?
But since they were separated, it seemed like they wouldn't be able to find Patrice anytime soon.
[Then, let's take a look at what kind of world this is.]
At the thought of this, Eight-cloud Ink looked at the people who were staring at him blankly.
The most conspicuous one was the girl with long pink hair who was standing in the middle of the empty space.
[Is that the girl who activated the summoning ritual? She seems unreliable.]
Although he was the one who stepped on the ritual, since the one who activated the ritual was the girl, then... Eight-cloud Ink could be considered as being summoned, right?
After landing on the ground, Eight-cloud Ink looked at the girl who was still staring at him blankly and asked, "Are you my master?"
... Silence.
There was no reaction.
"Eh? Shouldn't I say that? "
Eight-cloud Ink gently twirled a strand of hair in front of his chest and muttered doubtfully.
"So, so beautiful..."
At this moment, the girl standing in front of him finally spoke.
Then, Eight-cloud Ink realized that he couldn't understand what the girl was saying.
[I see. Language barrier?]
In that case, it was understandable that the girl didn't respond to his words.
Following the young lady's words, the surrounding students came back to their senses. They looked at Eight Cloud Ink and began to discuss intensely.
At the same time, Yakumo couldn't understand a single word they were saying.
[I remember... I once saw a spell that could solve this problem in Mq's library.]
Recalling the magic that she had seen before, Yakumo reached out her right hand and tapped the girl's forehead with her index finger while the girl was looking at her in surprise and shyness.
The light emitted from his fingertip made the girl close her eyes involuntarily.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
The girl with her eyes closed suddenly heard a sentence.
"Eh?"
The girl opened her eyes in surprise.
"I, I can understand..." Subconsciously, the girl answered.
Eight-cloud Ink suddenly laughed. The spell just now was a simple replication of language.
In other words, Eight-cloud Ink learned the language of this world through the girl in front of him.
On the side, Grubeiru exclaimed, "She didn't use a magic wand, nor did she chant a spell. She instantly cast a spell, but I didn't sense any elemental fluctuations..."
Although there were some special spells or emergency spells that didn't require chanting, the mages who could master those spells were all powerful people.
Did Louise of Zero summon a powerful noble mage?
In this world, those who could use magic were called nobles.
Subconsciously, Grubeiru thought of Eight-cloud Ink as a noble mage who was summoned.
However, he had never heard of anyone summoning a human mage as their familiar.
Should he say, as expected of Louise? The girl who had a success rate of zero in all her spells so far.
Seeing that he had solved the language problem, Eight-cloud Ink immediately laughed and asked, "Let me ask you, are you my master?"
[Ah, this seems to be very interesting.]
What a dumb master.
"Ah, master?"
For a moment, Louise didn't understand what Eight-cloud Ink was talking about.
At such a close distance, looking at Eight-cloud Ink's celestial face and breathing in the faint but refreshing lily fragrance, Louise felt like her heart was about to explode.
"This, this big sister..."
"Huh? Big sister? "
Eight-cloud Ink raised an eyebrow.
Was she mistaken for a girl again?
[Forget it, I'm used to it.]
"Louise, hurry up and form the contract, the next class is starting."
Grubeiru, who was standing on the side, spoke up.
"Ah, so, sorry! I'll be done soon! "
Louise answered in a panic. She looked at Eight-cloud Ink, pursed her lips, suddenly stood on her tiptoes, and reached out to hug Eight-cloud Ink's neck.
"If it's such a beautiful big sister, it doesn't matter..."
"...?"
The girl closed her eyes and leaned forward, chanting something that seemed to be a spell in a low voice.
"My name is Louise Francis Lu Bran Du La Valliere, the PENDAKON that combines five powers! Please give him your blessing and let him become my familiar. "
Then, the girl's soft lips kissed Eight-cloud Ink's lips.
The kiss that was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water soon ended.
Eight-cloud Ink immediately felt a burning pain on the back of her left hand.
"Hmm? This is? "
A strange rune appeared on the back of her hand.
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