Toristine Magic Academy.
Principal's office.
Aosman sat on a chair, holding a pipe in one hand and tapping on the desk with the other.
"I didn't expect Miss Langebert to be 'Fukai of the Earth'. Because she's a beauty, I hired her as my secretary without any suspicion. "
— Old fool!
Everyone cursed in their hearts.
Standing in front of Aosman was Louise and some teachers of the academy.
In the corner of the office, Anrietta sat quietly, beside Patrice and the royal guards.
As for Eight-cloud Ink, she leaned against the door in boredom, showing no interest in what was happening in the office.
"Then, where did you hire her?" Grubeiru asked.
"A female entertainer in the city — Cough, cough, I mean a tavern. I was a customer, and she was a waiter who greeted me. Unknowingly, my hand touched her butt … "
— Bastard!
Everyone cursed in their hearts again.
And this old man seemed to want to say 'female entertainer's lounge', right? Can an old man of your age enjoy that kind of place?!
Grubeiru wiped his shiny bald head, sweating for a moment, then urged, "And then?"
Aosman suddenly looked embarrassed.
"Cough, cough, because I touched her, but she wasn't angry. So, I asked her if she was willing to be my secretary. "
"Why — Forget it, there's no need to ask."
Grubeiru sighed.
He originally wanted to ask Aosman why he hired Fukai so easily, but when he thought of the principal's lifestyle, Grubeiru guessed the reason.
Anrietta, who was sitting at the side of the office, covered her mouth and chuckled.
Aosman coughed softly, then solemnly said to everyone.
"Now that I think about it, it must be a trap set by Fukai to infiltrate the Magic Academy. She appeared in front of me many times, and intimately urged me to drink, complimented me for being a gentleman, and wasn't angry when I touched her butt … I originally thought that she might have fallen in love with me. "
At this point, Aosman seemed to sigh regretfully.
Eight-cloud Ink, who was leaning against the door, rolled her eyes.
This principal is really a gentleman.
Louise and some other female teachers looked coldly at Aosman.
Aosman, who noticed this, coughed again and tried his best to put on a dignified look.
"Louise, your familiar captured Fukai and retrieved the 'Staff of Destruction'. Well done."
He paused and glanced at the Eight-cloud Ink at the door. After seeing that there was no reaction from it, he said,
"Fukai has already been handed over to Her Highness' guards. The Staff of Destruction has also been retrieved."
Having said that, Aosman looked at the Staff of Destruction on the large desk in front of her. Then, she got up and walked up to Louise as if she wanted to pat her head.
The little girl avoided him in disgust, making Aosman feel awkward.
After returning to her seat, Osman looked at Anrietta.
"As for this matter, Louise, I've already submitted your application for the title of 'knight' to Her Highness. Apart from that, I've also applied for an 'Elven medal'."
"Really?"
Louise opened her bright eyes.
"Congratulations in advance, Louise Francis." Angelietta smiled and nodded at Louise.
Louise suddenly thought of something and asked, "Then what about Yakumo?"
When she didn't hear about the reward from Eight-cloud Ink, Louise immediately asked worriedly.
Angelietta: "Mr. Yakumo's title of 'knight' …"
"I don't need it."
Eight-cloud Ink at the door suddenly spoke. Although he was happy that Louise thought of him immediately, he didn't care about the title of nobility at all.
"Perhaps you think highly of these things, but unfortunately, I don't need them."
Eight-cloud Ink shook his head and walked into the office.
"Compared to these empty titles, there's something I'm very concerned about."
Eight-cloud Ink pointed at the Staff of Destruction on the desk with a subtle expression.
The people of this world thought that this was some kind of magical item, but if Eight-cloud Ink wasn't wrong, this should be an M72 anti-tank rocket launcher.
Why is there such a strange thing in this world? How can Xiu …
But when he thought of Shesta, who was working hard to become a martial arts master, and her grandfather, Sasaki Takeo, who transmigrated here, Eight-cloud Ink felt relieved.
"This thing, you call it the Staff of Destruction, but if I'm not wrong, it should be a weapon from another world."
"Unfortunately, I know this thing."
"Oh? Could this thing be from Mr. Yakumo's original world? "
"Does Mr. Yakumo know how to use the Staff of Destruction?"
Everyone gathered around.
"I'm not sure if it's from the same world, but I do know that this thing is it."
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Aosman.
"Can you explain?"
Aosman saw that everyone in the office was looking at her. She sighed and stared at the anti-tank rocket launcher on the desk.
"The person who gave me this is my savior."
"30 years ago, I was walking in the forest when I was attacked by 'Mighty Spot'. The person who saved me from danger was the owner of this' Staff of Destruction '. He used another 'Staff of Destruction' to destroy all the Mighty Spots. Then he collapsed. It turned out that he had been injured all this time. I carried him to the academy and gave him as much care as I could. However, there was no point in nursing him. "
"He died?"
Aosman nodded.
The M72 anti-tank rocket launcher was an individual anti-tank weapon that was modified from the M72 66mm rocket launcher in 1968. It was widely used in the Vietnam War and the Middle East War.
According to Aosman, Eight-cloud Ink speculated that the soldier who appeared with the rocket launcher should be an American soldier from those two wars.
"I buried the one he used in his tomb. The other one was given to the royal family under the name 'Staff of Destruction'. Later, the royal family entrusted me to keep it in the academy. This is the relic of my savior."
Aosman turned around on the bench, looked out the window, and said faintly,
"At that time, he was lying on the hospital bed on the verge of death. He kept repeating, 'Where is this? I want to return to my original world. '"
"MQ … It seems that he was a transmigrator who accidentally transmigrated to another world."
Patrice, who had been quietly reading beside Anrietta, sighed.
"Mr. Yakumo, do you know how to use this' Staff of Destruction '?"
Eight-cloud Ink, who was asked by Aosman, picked up the anti-tank rocket launcher on the table.
Eight-cloud Ink had never used such a firearm before. The moment he picked it up, the Gandalfr engraving on the back of his left hand slightly heated up. Then, Eight-cloud Ink realized that he knew how to use it.
He skillfully opened the safety, set up the scope, and placed the rocket launcher on his shoulder.
After a pause, Eight-cloud Ink looked at Aosman.
"Are you sure you want to use it? This thing can only be used once. "
He didn't think that this world had the industrial capability to produce individual anti-tank rockets.
"Can only be used once?"
In response to everyone's doubts, Eight-cloud Ink explained what a single-shot weapon was in a way that they could understand.
"… I see. Then forget it. "
Aosman sighed.
"After all, it's a relic of our benefactor. It's better to keep it well."
After Aosman put away the M72 anti-tank rocket launcher, he said, "Okay, the next thing is about tonight's' Freid Ball '."
"Miss Louise, try to dress up as beautifully as possible."
⑧
The school's cafeteria was meticulously decorated and turned into a huge ballroom.
In the ball, students and teachers in formal clothes danced, and luxurious dishes were placed on the table.
"Mr. Yakumo, why don't you go to the ball?"
Shesta, who was dressed in a maid uniform, walked to the balcony and looked at Eight-cloud Ink, whose long hair was blown by the evening wind, and asked gently.
"I just don't like it. Compared to this kind of ball, I'd rather attend a Fantasy Village banquet."
"A Fantasy Village banquet? I've always heard Mr. Yakumo mention it. It must be fun, right? "
Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
The Yin-Yang jade earrings and the pendant on her belt made a crisp sound.
"How's the practice of what I taught you?"
"It's difficult …"
Shesta showed a distressed expression.
"… Although I remember a lot of things clearly, I don't quite understand them. Meridians, acupoints, and so on …"
"Yes, I forgot that you don't have the relevant basic knowledge. This is my negligence, sorry. "
"No need." Shesta shook her head. Under the moonlight, her watery eyes sparkled as she looked at Eight-cloud Ink. "I'm already very grateful that Mr. Yakumo is willing to teach me this. I'm too stupid … "
"Don't belittle yourself."
He reached out and gently patted Shesta's head, messing up the little maid's hair.
Then, he reached out his index finger again and tapped her smooth forehead.
This time, he imprinted some basic knowledge in Shesta's mind.
"So you're here! I've been looking for you for a long time! "
Louise's voice suddenly sounded.
Eight-cloud Ink turned around and saw Louise walking over. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Her peach-colored hair was tied in a bow, and she wore a white dress.
The gloves that extended to her elbows vividly displayed the girl's nobility.
The dress that exposed her chest made Louise's face shine like a gem.
Louise, who lifted her dress, walked to Eight-cloud Ink and pouted. "The ball has begun. Umm, won't you dance with me? "
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Shesta, who closed her eyes and organized the knowledge that suddenly appeared in her mind, and extended her right hand.
With a shy smile, Louise put her soft little hand in Eight-cloud Ink's palm.
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