"Alright, let's get back to our seats, the class meeting is about to begin—and it's going to be done before the opening ceremony, so let's just go on neatly-"

"Hey, teacher, where's the Earth Palace?"

"I didn't receive a call asking for leave, did I oversleep. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

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There are a lot of underground shopping malls in the school city.。 The basement floors of the department stores are connected to the station as the center, and it is like a labyrinth. Although it is not as crowded as the main road in front of the station, there are many students coming and going. Just like the guard robot and the wind power system, this underground mall is also one of the experimental products of the school city. Due to the lack of land and the frequent earthquakes in Japan, there is a need for the world's most advanced underground construction technology. For experiments,The underground of the school city has been dug with potholes everywhere.。

"What should I eat today?"

After school, Jun Aikawa, dressed in a summer school uniform, looks around aimlessly for lunch.

"Hmm, the school cafeteria, hey, there's a cafeteria. Well, think about it. There are countless schools of all sizes in the school city.,So just picking out the most delicious part of the school cafeteria meal.,It's enough to ask about the cafeteria.。 ”

Aikawa walked into what looked like a general public chain restaurant. I picked a two-seater and sat down, then picked up the menu and glanced up.

Tokiwadai Junior High School Nutrition Course – 40,000 yen.

Aikawa closed the menu without saying a word, and threw it back. The corner of the menu hit the bee-eater who was eating in the back.

"It hurts!, is it a person who has no civilized ability to suddenly throw something at someone!?"

The girl who was hit turned her head angrily, and then saw Aikawa make a series of sign language to herself.

(Open...... See...... Menu?)

Bee Eater looked at the open menu that had fallen to the ground in confusion, and immediately saw the shiny meal of his school, and then understood.

“…… Pauper. ”

"What kind of idiot would give such a price to a school meal? And the way this dish looks, I remember that the only thing I saw more luxurious than this was St. George's Cathedral, and the five-star chefs all came to you! and-"

Aikawa looked at the bee-eating table—plain bread and plain milk.

“…… Pauper. ”

"As a reminder, I have plenty of money. It's just for the sake of trying out other schools' meals. ”

"To put it bluntly, it's just to lose weight. ”

"Hmm......"

"Waiter, give me a selection of all the set menus with desserts here. ”

"What......"

"I just lied to you. ”

"You!"

After a few more nonsense, the boy finally finished ordering. Then he was sent up.

Milk in cartons, baguettes (optionally coated with marlene), potato stew, salad, fried chicken, and yogurt in cups for dessert. According to a waitress dressed like a nutritious lunch, the nutritious lunch is characterized by a mix of Japanese and Western cuisine, and there are no borders. The price is slightly higher than the original nutritious lunch because the dishes are the same but the ingredients are different, and there is no way to reduce costs by mass production.

Aikawa picked up the long bread and took a bite, savoring the taste carefully, tilting his head and saying.

"Hmm...... How to say it, it's not unpleasant, but it's not delicious either. Thought, how to describe it? My chest seems to be a little stuffy, and I don't feel satisfied with it......

"It's a dish designed to be eaten every day, and it's more important than whether it's delicious or not. If you eat a luxurious meal every day, I'm afraid that after eating it for a week, you will want to vomit ☆" Bee Eater looked at Aikawa eating the long bread seriously and wanted to laugh a little. Of course, some people will definitely think that if it is a lavish meal, it seems good to eat until you vomit. ”

"Well, I understand, I understand. ”

Aikawa replied clearly as he stuffed the food into his mouth.

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Woman in a black dress walking down the street.

Her name is Shirley. Cromwell. As a member of the Church of Necessary Evil for the Puritan Magical Counterforces in England, and also proficient in Kabbalah statues, she walked through the crowd with a smile.

I originally thought that the dress with lace trim everywhere would attract a lot of strange eyes, but I didn't expect that the students in front of me didn't react much. In this city, it seems that age is more prominent than clothing. Since eighty percent of the residents are students, people over the age of twenty-five are quite rare here, but it is not uncommon for a Gothlori girl to be here.

"—the beginning is the earth—"

Shirley walked and began to mumble to herself as if singing.

From her torn sleeve, she took out something resembling white chalk. This is a crayon specially used to draw magic circles, made from the salt and oil that have been chosen by the Holy Choice.

"—God molded out of clay and breathed life, and named man—"

Shirley sings, holding an oil crayon and waving it at the drink vending machine next to her, drawing lines that resemble words and drawings at the speed of a knife drawing.

"—Later, mortals learned its secret method through the mouths of fallen angels—"

Pillars for road guardrails, street trees, sweeping robots, wind turbine blades...... Shirley's oil crayons were written all over the objects she saw on the road.

"—But it is difficult for mortals to attain this holy law, and it is difficult for the mouth of the fallen angel to convey it correctly—"

After drawing nearly seventy-two imprints, she held up the oil crayon and wrote in the air.

"—In this way, the life created by the hands of men will eventually become a puppet of decay—the time has come, and Ellis, the stone giant, who smells of mud, will serve me to the death!"

Finally, Shirley clapped her palm.

In an instant, a creaking sound like squeezing and destroying a dead pustule came from all directions. Not one or two, but dozens. Due to the sound phase

When he was small, he was muffled by the sound of the students' voices and footsteps, and no one heard him.

However, things do change.

Beverage vending machines, road guardrails, street trees, sweeping robots, pillars of wind turbine blades...... All the places marked by Shirley were like bubbles from a swamp, bulging an object about the size of a ping-pong ball. Her magic is not limited to materials, and anything at hand can be used as a weapon.

The surface of the ping pong ball cracked, and a horizontal crack appeared.

Like a peeled grape, what emerges from the crack is a white, cloudy eyeball.

Shirley pulled out a piece of black paper the size of a postcard.

"Automatic secretary. That's the goal...... Wind...... Chop...... How do you pronounce this? Is the standard epigraphic script in this country hieroglyphic?

White oil crayons dance, quickly writing words on black paper. Shirley doesn't know how to read kanji, but just puts the information in her head

Treat it as a picture and draw it on paper in the form of copying.

Then with a flick of her finger, the postcard-sized black paper flew out of her hand, spinning like a frisbee and sliding to the ground.

It reads the words "Wind Chopping Ice Flower".

It is like the black and white characters written in pencil on a notebook and then reversed, attracting dozens of dirt eyeballs. The eyeballs gnawed and tore small pieces of paper into their clay-like bodies. In less than a few seconds, the black piece of paper had disappeared without a trace. The countless eyeballs that ate the scraps of paper spread out in all directions like cockroaches that had gathered together and fled in a hurry. Some slide on the ground, others dive into the concrete. Each eyeball kept rolling.

"Don't keep me waiting too long, Alice. ”

Shirley said with a smile before disappearing into the crowd.

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"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"I always felt like something strange was looking at me. ”

"What kind of intuition do you have? ”

After lunch, two people with nothing to do wander around the underground street.

"Anyway, why don't you go up there, the temperature outside shouldn't be so human. ”

"This contractor, sir ★. It's about half past twelve, and the ground is a hot hell in the eyes of us ordinary people. In this way, who wants to leave the underground shopping mall ★ until the sunlight subsides."

The beeeater said words with deep resentment with a smile on his face, and Aikawa involuntarily closed his mouth.

After a while, the two passed through the doorway of an electric playground.

"Well, there's an electric playground. ”

There are two types of electric playgrounds in the school city.

Exterior shop and interior store.

The game consoles in the outer store are all imported from outside the school city.,The inside store is developed by institutions in the school city.。

The level of civilization in the school city is twenty or thirty years more advanced than the outside world.,This is also true on the game console.。 However, because the general game companies in the outside world can't keep up with the technology inside the school park city (because the technology is not open to the outside world), the latest game machines developed in the school park city are prone to the problem of insufficient software. It's more like an indoor amusement park than an electric playground. The store is filled with large-scale somatosensory machines developed with the latest technology, and it is no different from the exhibition hall of a science exhibition.

“…………”

Aikawa stared intently at the facilities inside.

“………… Masaka. ”

The bee-eater's premonition was very shameful, and Aikawa's hand was on the bee-eater's shoulder.

“……………… Huh?"

Without even having a chance to explain the meaning of this onomatopoeia, the bee-eater was dragged into the playground by Aikawa.

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