There was nothing to be ashamed of bringing her own handmade bento to school, and Ruiji accepted the reality with ease, stepping into the wooden hallway and walking towards the storage area of the second-grade class D.

In the center of the hall is a three-meter-tall metal statue of a witch holding a sphere in her hand. If you look closely, you will see that the surface of the sphere is carved with words and patterns, and the content happens to be a map of the world, and the sphere is equivalent to the earth.

On the pedestal there is the introduction of the statue - the witch is the overlord who dominates the world, the power that turns the earth, the pioneer of the progress of the times, and the writer of history.

At first glance, it looks a little arrogant, but it makes sense in the context of the current era.

The statue is flanked by a marble staircase leading to the upper floors, in line with all of Rydge's vision of a witch school. Every once in a while, one of the stairs will move to other locations, potentially taking the witch who is going upstairs to another place, and the other row is fixed, and witches who don't like to experience new thrills tend to choose this side.

The walls of the hall are covered with portraits of famous witches from all ages, most of whom have achieved outstanding results after graduating from Waseda Witch High School, as well as witches who founded the school and are currently working as teachers, and a few of them are foreign celebrities.

At the corner of the staircase were two sets of Steam Knight armor, and Ryji peeked through the gap in the armor to see that it was empty and empty.

Something as evil as armor is the easiest thing to turn into a strange story, and one of the seven incredible events of Waseda Witch High School has something to do with it.

In the dead of night, the Steam Knight Armor, placed around the corner or in the hall, automatically marches, patrolling the campus at the will of its former owner, killing anyone who encounters the target.

But rumors are rumors after all, and no witch has ever really seen such a picture.

Ruiji passed in front of the armor, only to feel a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing on him. As soon as he turned his head, the two sets of armor did not move at all, holding the spear and standing in place, and there were no other witches beside him.

"Maybe it's too much."

In the morning, the temperature is on the low side, and it is normal for the neck to be cold.

The sacred temple where witches learn magical knowledge, how can there be strange talk in broad daylight? Ruiji wiped the back of her neck with her hand and stepped up the stairs to the third floor.

The second classroom from the left on the third floor is the second year D class, and the D class ranks in the middle of the whole grade, and the witches in the class are not as outstanding as those in class A and B, but they are not too bad.

Class A is a top class, and the witches in it are among the best, and everyone has a clear goal and makes unremitting efforts to be admitted to famous schools at home and abroad. The students in Riji's class are generally enthusiastic about their studies, continuing their studies when they can get into college, finding a job to earn a living if they can't pass the exam, talking about a girlfriend when they are old, and going to the Tree of Origin as soon as possible to pray for the blessing of the family.

Different classes of witches have different classes of lifestyles, and Raiji hasn't figured out which route to take.

Whether to be an involution madman, roll out an extraordinary path through crazy efforts, or be an ordinary witch with a dull life, it takes time to decide.

In the stairwell on the third and fourth floors, she met Fujinaga. Class A is on the fourth floor, and the two are only one floor apart.

Fujinaga has three witches by his side, all of whom are Class A students. Ruiji didn't have a lot of impressions of them, thinking that they were probably the eldest lady's little followers. Everyone was watching, and the two looked at each other.

"Morning, Sakuma-san."

"Early."

Rydge responded to her greeting, and then quickly ran out of words.

The eyes of the three attendants were not very friendly, and there was a strong sense of rejection and a condescending atmosphere. That's just it, and it can't shake Riedy.

"I'm going to class first, and we'll talk when we have a chance. It's a pleasure to see you at school. ”

"You walk slowly."

It was only when the four of them left that Reji's tense nerves relaxed. Face to face with Fujinaga who is full of aura, she is the only one who will lose, so try to avoid contact.

She wanted to praise "your back is quite sexy", but she was afraid that she would be condemned by the little followers as frivolous perverts, so she had to give up. It's not too late to talk about it in private, and it's impossible for the followers to stick to Miss Fujinaga all the time without leaving.

The atmosphere of Class D classroom is different from Class A, and there are only a few witches who read books as soon as they come to the classroom, and the others are all chatting in a hurry.

An unfamiliar world, familiar campus life.

The classrooms are decorated in a Western-classical style, with spacious interiors, high ceilings, incandescent lighting, ornate multi-tiered crystal ceilings, and beautifully patterned marble tiles.

Each of the four corners is a floor lamp in the shape of a western minaret, the wick is lit with magic, and different colors of potions can be added to see different effects. Floor lamps are only used in the evenings, and some witches attend evening classes or study on their own in the classroom.

In addition to the above unfamiliar things, there are also some familiar ones. For example, boxy desks and textbooks stacked in drawers, lecterns, blackboards, three-meter-high wooden bookshelves, uniformed students.

Compared to the sense of urgency of Class A, the atmosphere of Class D is extremely relaxed and natural.

The 39 students in the class have not yet arrived, and many seats are still empty. Rij's seat is a classic, the protagonist seat in the penultimate row by the window. Where the protagonists of the past generations of Japanese comics have sit, now it's her turn.

One of the advantages of this location is that you can see the playground and atrium below at a glance, and the view is excellent, which is convenient for class desertion. The drawers were messy, the handouts and homework inside were not properly organized, and it looked like the desk of a student who was on sick leave for a few days in his senior year of high school.

"It's hell ......"

Ruiji casually glanced at the materials sent by the school, and immediately felt the unevenness of the world. It's a good thing that there are no such sinful subjects as mathematics, physics and chemistry, but the knowledge of magic theory and potions is enough to drink a few pots.

I hope the teacher won't ask her to make up her homework, or the devil knows when she will write.

Stacking the contents of the drawer neatly, she stuffed the bento into it and opened the "Witch Must Learn Level 2 Spells". There is too much progress that has been missed, and only diligence can make up for the clumsiness, so as not to repeat the grade.

She didn't dare to think that she could be admitted to the top few of her grade, at least she had to get her graduation certificate. The first two classes were in the classroom, so there was no need to move the nest, and the classroom was not too noisy, so it was easy to get into the mood.

His mind wandered in the sea of magic, and before he knew it, a witch came behind him.

The witch's steps were so light that Rydge couldn't hear her footsteps.

And then—

"Look, who is this? Actually reading a book before class, is the end of the world coming? ”

An energetic voice with a tactful softness unique to a girl. The master of the sound has a certain scale in the business line, and it may be C by visual inspection, but it has not yet reached D.

The witch holding Ruiji has a unique fragrance on her body, which should have been sprayed with some kind of light iris perfume.

The only witch who likes to wear this perfume in my memory is Risa, my wife, who runs a potions company at home. Although the surname sounds strange, it is indeed the surname.