My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well

50 – If we remain friends (1)

The academy’s final exams were approaching.

It seems like just yesterday that we went to see midterms, festivals, and the Colosseum… Time passed quickly and we were running towards the end of the semester.

For Delia, who entered as a freshman, this semester was very eventful.

I met new friends and seniors, and went on an adventure to the outskirts of the ecliptic for my friend’s family…

Through him, I was able to open a door in my heart that had been firmly closed.

Betrayed by my father whom I trusted and relied on all my life, I suffered an incurable wound…

I was able to overcome him in the end and mature a little more.

Things that would have been difficult for the original Delia to handle,

Accept it as it is, as it is.

She was able to develop into a more mature human being.

‘It’s thanks to the senior… .’

Delia thought Sacher was the cause.

A child who used to cover up a lot of shyness is clear when dealing with new people.

The girl who stuttered at the first meeting is now able to express her opinion confidently.

at the center of that change.

There was always a senior, Sacher Philip.

‘I have to become a better person.’

suitable for seniors.

I want to become a wonderful person who fits next to him.

It was a new goal that Delia had recently come to like her senior.

Like a senior who is always confident in himself, he wanted to become a shining person.

By the time the thought reaches there.

A familiar face entered the classroom.

Brown hair and red eyes shining like jewels.

Beauty that attracts attention even without making any special gestures.

The person who makes the plain and plain academy uniform look luxurious.

One of the two best friends with senior Sacher, senior Ruen.

“hello. Senior Luen.”

Delia greeted her by talking to her first.

“… hi.”

Ruen also looked around the classroom for a while at the voice looking for him, then accepted a short greeting.

Then he came and sat next to Delia.

at the Academy Festival.

Delia and Luen got to know each other for the first time through Sacher’s introduction.

Interestingly, the two of them were taking the same liberal arts lecture this semester.

At the time, Delia and Ruen didn’t interact with people, and they were the type to quietly listen to lectures…

When I was introduced to Sacher, I had no idea that I was taking the same lecture.

But after getting to know each other.

However, since we got to know each other by face, we were listening to the lecture together in the same place.

The name of the lecture is ＜Calligraphy＞.

A unique and fun liberal arts lecture to learn how to write pretty letters like pictures.

This lecture, which is conducted in the Department of Special Education, only has completed and failed courses, and there were no special graded credits.

It was a liberal arts lecture that any undergraduate would prefer.

In the early days of the academy, there was a lot of talk about these completely non-combatant liberal arts lectures.

-It’s a training course to become a warrior, why do you need this lecture?

Because there are so many opinions.

However, now that many years have passed and the academy education has been structured.

These liberal arts lectures have established themselves as indispensable lectures.

The uneasy psychological state of the warriors who fight monsters and suffer trauma from war.

It is because there was a common research result in the academic world that knowledge and hobbies outside of combat play an important role in stabilizing this.

Because of this, undergraduate students attending the academy must take one or two such liberal arts lectures a year…

Among them, ＜Calligraphy＞, which boasts freshness, was a popular subject throughout all grades.

“Nice to meet you, everyone.”

By the time Ruen settled down next to Delia and took out the supplies.

A special instructor in charge of ＜Calligraphy＞ entered the classroom.

As soon as the lecturer with a sad impression entered, he headed straight to the blackboard and spoke to the students.

“Final exams soon, right?”

“yes-“

The dejected voices of the students echoed through the classroom.

Regardless of the grade and class, the exam season has always been one of the main causes of stress in students’ academy life.

“hahahaha. Everyone seems to be in a bad mood. Don’t worry. Our lectures do not have a special final exam, just like the last exam.”

“Wow-!!”

A short cheer covered the classroom.

The greatest advantage of completed/not completed courses.

Students’ grades are not taught as grades!

In particular, liberal arts lectures where practice is important, such as ＜Calligraphy＞, tended not to take exams.

I leaned a little, but there really is no test.

For the students who are tired of studying and practicing, it was like a sweet rain from a drought.

“Instead, I will give you the final practice of this lecture, which will replace the final exam, as an assignment.”

“ah… .”

A short exclamation was heard, but the instructor didn’t care and walked to the blackboard and wrote in large letters.

– Create phrases to deliver to your loved ones.

After writing this down, the instructor wiped his hands and spoke.

“As you can see, the last task is to create calligraphy phrases to deliver to loved ones. In fact, I’ve already taught you everything I’m going to teach you in this lecture. Now, based on what you have learned, you can create pretty handwriting to give to someone.”

The instructor tapped the table a few times and continued.

“I will give all future classes free time to create this phrase. When you’re done, come back to check it out anytime. I’ll take care of it right away.”

Wow-

Once again, the small cheers of the students echoed through the classroom.

They allowed me to do a substitute assignment for the final term in class, and once I finished that, there would be no more classes.

Unlike the old professors in the undergraduate department, the young lecturer was also neat in the way he finished the class.

After that, the instructor sat down and began to look at other tasks, and the students immediately started their assignments.

“senior. The phrase you will make, who will you give it to?”

Delia also takes out the materials needed for the assignment,

I asked Ruen next to me.

There was no significant change in Luen’s expression.

“… well.”

And as always, what came back was a short answer without high or low.

In fact, she is better than Delia, who was shy at the beginning of the semester.

He is more shy and extremely quiet.

Even if I asked a question, there were more cases of answering with actions, and even when I spoke, it was all a short conversation.

At least, the answer came back because Delia was close to her to some extent, but Luen did not even respond to people she did not know and ignored them.

But Delia was used to these conversations.

I don’t go to prison now, but my conversations with my old dad always went like this.

In a conversation with my father, who turns off his interest if he is not interested, the trick to continue him was surprisingly simple.

Instead of interrupting the conversation, I just had to bring up a story that would interest the other person first.

“I’m going to use it for Sacher senior.”

Ruen’s closest friends at the academy are Schnika and Sacher.

When you talk about your friends.

I wonder if she will talk too much.

Delia also got a hint of what phrase Sacher would like.

He revealed the destination he was delivering to Ruen.

Then, there was a strange expression in Ruen’s expressionless eyes.

“… Sacher?”

“yes. Lately, I feel like I’ve received a lot of mental help from my seniors… I also want to do something in return. By any chance, what phrase should I write so that the senior will like it?”

Delia’s voice, as she carefully asked, contained the shyness of a young girl.

Sacher Philip.

Deep in Delia’s heart, a person who has no sign of leaving.

It’s already been two or three months since I’ve known him, and I thought I was pretty close compared to the others…

There was still a lot I didn’t know about him.

Delia about the person she likes.

I wanted to know more, and I was curious about more things.

However, to a senior who only thinks of himself as a junior,

Because it’s not something I can just confess right away… .

Little by little, I had to buy the senior’s favor and approach him slowly to make a way.

and for him

He desperately needed help from other seniors who had known him for over a year.

“… well.”

But in Luen’s mouth,

The answer was not very favorable.

Rather, the short answer in a voice that was too hard,

It stuck in Delia’s ear like a dagger.

When I turned my head, even the eyes looking at me were infinitely cold.

‘What, what… ?’

For some reason, in a chilly atmosphere, Delia pondered for a moment whether she had said something wrong.

But after thinking about it, there was nothing particularly problematic about it.

“Ah, ahahahaha- Joe, it’s a little difficult. that… Even seniors must be new to calligraphy… .”

Delia smiled awkwardly and stuttered.

As if Ruen had no intention of answering her last words, he took out his materials and started working on his assignment.

‘Did I really say something wrong… .’

It was Luen-senpai who silently did what he had to do as usual.

I felt a strangely different aura today.

Is there any star though?

As she cuts off the conversation and concentrates on the task,

I have to do my homework myself.

Delia shook off her useless thoughts and started thinking of a phrase to hand to Sacher.

…

…

about 20 minutes like that.

Around the time when I was thinking about the phrase and making the shape of the letter little by little.

“It’s too much.”

Suddenly, from Ruen next to me,

A dull voice came.

“yes?”

Delia thought for a moment that she was talking to herself, and turned her head to answer.

Ruen was focusing her attention on her task.

However, the task that Ruen thought he had already created was a blank slate.

No letters had been created yet.

‘What is excessive… ?’

Although Delia felt strange for a moment.

It’s just a senior talking to himself…

I thought, and focused on my task again.

But as time goes by… .

“It doesn’t suit you.”

“It’s too big.”

“It’s asymmetric.”

Wouldn’t these words keep coming out of her mouth?

Each time, Delia turned her head to check, but Luen was still talking while looking only at her assignment.

‘Has he always been such a talkative person?’

Senior Luen who was blunt.

I couldn’t figure out why there was a sudden increase in self-talk.

Besides, even if I tried not to pay attention, I couldn’t ignore the words that stuck in my ears.

Ruen pretended not to, but no matter how much he thought about it, those words sounded like they were talking to himself.

Delia was about to say something, but managed to swallow it.

Anyway, you’re a senior.

There must be a reason for that.

You really don’t like your assignment… .

I tried hard to understand her.

Such an uncomfortable task time continues,

By the time today’s lecture is almost over… .

Ruen delivered the final blow.

“that. I’m not doing that.”

“Oh really… !”

Delia, who was immediately annoyed at the repeated meaningless interference, turned her head away.

This time too, Luen,

It’s like you didn’t say anything.

He was concentrating on his calligraphy.

Delia looked at her with a puzzled expression.

‘Senpai, why the hell are you doing this?’

She usually only gave brief answers.

Suddenly interfering with their own assignments, and pretending not to be when asked.

He throws out useless words, and when he looks back, he remains ignorant.

Childish behavior that even a 10-year-old would not do.

act like that…

Even the fact that a senior who would never do that is doing it…

Delia couldn’t understand at all.