On one side of the reception hall, a staircase winds up a light brown stone staircase, in which several nobles in formal robes slowly descend, their ribbons and hems swaying with their steps.

As they walked, the sound of low, rhythmic footsteps and their conversation rippled down, and although the volume was not loud, every word seemed to have a special echo in the empty space of the hall.

In contrast, the sofa area in the center of the lobby is exceptionally quiet, the candle flame on the golden candlestick is flickering, except for the crackling sound of wood burning in the fireplace, the three of them sit on the sofa, silent, just wait quietly, as if they have been divided into two worlds.

"Protos Royal Academy of Magic...... Isn't there no more vicious competition? ”

Char, who was sitting on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, whispered to Ranch and Sid in confusion.

Along the way, he listened to the chatter of the two seniors and learned that the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos may have changed a lot recently, and the atmosphere is completely different.

"This is the leader of the Protos Royal Academy of Magic, and I can't tolerate you being rude!"

On the steps in the distance, Viscount Blake Bonn, the lord of Bonn City, suddenly seemed to notice something, and turned sideways to scold the three young men sitting on the sofa in the center of the lobby.

"Hug, I'm sorry."

Char was frightened, and quickly lowered his head and dodged his eyes.

He didn't expect this voice to be keenly heard by the aristocratic middle-aged man, Viscount Blake Bonn, as if he had been paying attention to this side of the lobby floor.

And behind the two middle-aged viscounts, Lilith on the steps looked at Char a little more, and the brief gaze made Char even more embarrassed.

“…… How do you feel? ”

Sid was unmoved, and looked at Ranch with more interest.

I didn't expect that someone would really take advantage of the time lag of information to go to the Snow Plains Province to deceive.

“…… How would you feel if someone pretended to be a Catholic? ”

Ranch also stared at Sid's purple eyes, rubbing his hands as usual with the boss cat.

The two of them have been conspiring loudly along the way, and even if they explicitly mention the Tyrant Catholic Sigrid, no one will believe that the two of them have anything to do with the Tyrant Catholic.

But then again, ordinary people really can't debunk the impostors of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, after all, even students don't know much about the internal information of the academy, and junior students have almost no chance to contact the senior professors in the academy, unlike West Germany, who can explain everything with his fists.

Char on the side was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't understand what it meant when he heard the conversation between the two.

A few people in the distance were still walking slowly downstairs and chatting.

"Viscount Bonn, these two are friends of my son-in-law, they are both students of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos, and they may also know something about the school."

Viscount Levine Chingston played a round to relieve Char's embarrassment.

"There are not a few people who have infiltrated the Snowfield Province with fake identities recently, and I suggest that Professor Metch check the identities of this young man and woman, so as not to lure the wolf into the house!"

Viscount Blake Bonn sneered and stroked his two pinches of mustache, looked at the inexplicable two people beside Char in the distance, and then glanced meaningfully at Professor Meech beside him.

For those who want to influence the authority of their words, it is better to kill by mistake than to let go.

"No need, our city-state has verified the identities of both of them, and the magic seal of the Protos Royal Academy of Magic on the document cannot be forged."

Viscount Levine Chingston raised his hand somewhat resolutely in disagreement.

Magic is a kind of information, everyone's magic is inherently different, and the steel seal of the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos is derived from the magic guide seal left by Franklin the Great when the school was founded a hundred years ago, and even Isis, the great sage of the Empire, cannot imitate it.

"I feel the need to check the students' schoolwork and identity information, which is also my responsibility."

However.

Professor Maitch finally spoke.

His voice was deep, full of the majesty and sense of responsibility of a leader.

“……”

When Viscount Levine Chesston heard this, he could only helplessly relax his shoulders and stop talking.

Even if he wanted to befriend the two young men, he was only defending them, but he was only able to check the attitude of Viscount Blake Bonn, and he was not allowed to interfere with Professor Mech's own will.

After all, this is an internal matter for their Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

Mezzie's pace was still so unhurried, and he walked down the steps to the first floor of the lobby, with a trace of sadness between his eyebrows, and like the loneliness that a strong man often has, until he came to a short distance from the three of them.

"Take out your student IDs."

"Whoa."

Sid didn't care, and took it out.

She is an ordinary second-grade girl, and she doesn't know what the real or false principal is inside.

Lanch smiled slightly, took the ID card from Sid's hand, and handed her and his own.

Meech took it indifferently, looking sideways at the information on it briefly.

"How many credits do you ......?"

Sid asked Ranch in a very low voice.

"40, what about you."

Ranch replied in a whisper.

His own credits were given to him by Associate Professor Xi Duo every day, for a total of four days, from Tuesday to Friday.

"I've got 60 left, so I'm much better than you."

West Germany is a master of points.

The conversation between the two made Char's eyes twitch, and Professor Meech's face quickly turned gloomy.

You must know that the preparatory students who have just entered the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos can earn hundreds of credits.

These two people are good, they only add up to a hundred points, and they seem to be proud, and they don't seem to be students who have just entered the school.

If Char hadn't seen West Germany's skills, I'm afraid that he would have to wonder if the two of them were the tail of the crane for the entire grade.

"Professor Meech, remember our names? Especially his. ”

Sid pointed to Ranch beside him and asked Mech.

"I won't remember the name of the bad student."

Meech snorted coldly and threw the two of their papers back into their hands, feeling that the two students were fooling him and wasting his time.

As the words fell, Meech turned to leave.

Professor Blake Bonn, who was standing in the distance, only laughed and shook his head when he heard this.

It is not a level of existence at all, so naturally there is no need to communicate again.

In the harshest and most abundant educational school in the empire, the status of poor students is even inferior to that of dogs, and even if the identity is real, there is no threat or value.

Fish looking for fish, shrimp looking for shrimp, turtle looking for king.

If you stay with Char's incompetent and down-and-out nobles, you will definitely not be an excellent student, but Viscount Levine Chandton almost treated them as treasures just now.

"Brother Levine, your vision is really getting worse and worse, and it's really worrying about the son-in-law you found for Lilith...... You must know that when Lilith goes to the academy, the useless guy will not only not be able to help her, but may stick to her like garbage, and she can't get rid of it. ”

Viscount Blake Bonn patted Viscount Levine Chesston on the shoulder and sighed.

I don't know if he was satirizing the shabby Char or the two guards he picked up.

"If you really want Lilith to be good, you should think more about me, my son Dean is not bad, you should let the two of them have a more promising relationship, and she may be able to take this opportunity to get the favor of Professor Madge."

Viscount Blake Bonne continued to speak to Viscount Levin-Jeanston, and at this point, he had made no secret of his purpose.

(End of chapter)