Principal Rem's urging was still quite effective, the strange old man and the vice principal ended his speech hastily, and finally he stared at the names of several children who had been deducted points with his small eyes, and immediately several classes were discussing, and several children lowered their heads in shame. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Alaska had just stuffed a large piece of watermelon slice in his mouth, and his cheeks were puffed together, and he picked up another piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. A lengthy speech followed, but fortunately it was only the thirteen chief professors, each representing the thirteen current branches of magic.

-- Protection, Change, Plasticity, Spells, Illusions, Necromancy, Prophecy, Exegesis, History, Metaphysics, Ancient Magic, Anti-Evil Spells and Identification Ritual Magic, Alchemy,

This is what they learned when they introduced themselves.

Of course, each professor only speaks for one minute and introduces himself briefly. When Principal Rem said that everyone should enjoy the food and fun, the students went crazy, and one by one they picked up the cutlery that was distributed to them, and opened their appetites and drank wildly.

"Drink for a better tomorrow!" The headmaster stood up again, and the students mostly echoed him, shouting repeatedly.

Alaska is nibbling on steak, eating lamb chops and clutching sweet strawberry juice in his hands. Everyone was in high spirits, sharing their food, and then a group of people started to take the lead in hula around the campfire, which was really hilarious.

"Oh, what a pity. Those professors are just talking to each other at the podium! Potts said inexplicably, Alaska looked at Pots, his black and white eyes full of doubt.

"Alaska, you are so stupid, if you can see Professor Aristotle dancing hula, it would be ..... Maybe she'll jump? You tell me! "Potz is serious about sadness.

He found that Alaska, facing him, had a look of surprise and disbelief on his face, and his heart suddenly cooled.

The moment he turned around, the young boy had already mourned for him, because their class guide was standing behind Pots.

"What happened? Pritz, I knew you were, how could you reverie the professor! Oh my God, I'm obligated to teach you! Unexpectedly, Aristotle just frowned, hugged Potts' shoulders, and then gently rebuked.

Alaska could feel the sincere love of this woman, perhaps like a grain of rice in the face of the greatest kindness, but it seemed real and warm. But what is the story of this woman that makes her hate herself for only one person? Why!

"Alaska, you can't learn badly from Pots, I know your appearance is very deceptive, but you can't be fooled by those ignorant girls."

"Later, our class is going to dance hula together, and you have to go too, Puts, I don't think you will have a chance to see me this time."

Aristotle slowly departed, leaving behind the stunned, stunned blonde boy and Alaska nodding obediently. Aristotle's lovely boy bowed to her, and the smile in the corner of his eyes deepened as he left—it seemed like something more?

The bonfires were in full swing, and each child was exhausted from playing, but no doubt they had done their best, and finally the party ended with the affection of Principal Rehm, and the new students had integrated into Urhiri.

At three o'clock in the morning, in the dormitory of the class of 23 boys, the young boy sat on a single sofa by the closed window, and through the glass he could see Ulshiri in the bright moonlight, and only a few meters beyond the castle was dense forests and steep mountains.

The moonlight is sprinkled on the world, soft to the heart of Alaska, where is the blood clan? Such a beautiful Urshiri is picturesque, as if it is completely different from the terrible world outside. But is this really true?