Chapter 32 - Volume 3 (1/2)

Volume 3, Chapter 2: I Became a First-Year Student, Part 2

Yurushia was in the Magic Academy… to be more specific, in the luxury suites for elite students at the Magic Academy’s Royal Capital campus, the salons.

To say nothing of normal students, even teachers can’t enter the salons without permission. Only those directly connected to the Royal Family can enter, along with other royals and those from upper-class noble families. Although Betty, who’s from a Marquis’ family, is allowed to use it, Shelly, who is from the house of Earl Oraleine, only just barely made the cut. It’s that kind of up-tight place.

“Yuru-sama, say ‘Ah-n.’”

“A-Ah-n…”

Because I was unable to use the normal cafeteria due to certain circumstances, I had my food delivered to the salon and have been having my meals there.

A side note, it’s actually completely okay for my four attendants (Demons) and I if we don’t eat, but Shelly and Betty were worried about me and came over to eat with me.

Right now, I’m currently having a meal with Shelly.

If you want to know why… I don’t know. You should tell me.

“Yu-Yuru is amazing. Everyone knows how gentle of a child you are, Yuru.”

Gentle child…? What did you see of me to make you think that?

While Betty was saying that kind of thing and I was [Aah~]ing, the goth looking young lady with black hair and a tidy look grabbed the husk of a lobster-like shellfish and pointed it at my mouth… What should I do?

But, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun. Having lunch with the three of us in identical uniforms was a scenario I had long yearned for in the dream world.

The uniforms aren’t too different, either. It has a big ribbon tie and an indigo blue two-piece with a skirt, my first time wearing one, and short enough that my calves could be seen.

While Shelly was her usual self, Betty was fidgety and couldn’t calm down. If someone asked me why, I’d say that it would be because there was someone watching the three of us with an amused look.

“You all seem to be good friends, yeah?”

Timothy-kun, 17 years old. The first imperial grandchild of the Holy Kingdom Taterudo. Or as he is commonly referred to as:  [Prince-sama] .

As ever, there was a giant fluffy aura around him.

Even though he’s such a disappointing prince he’s a pretty boy with rosy cheeks like Elea-sama’s… no, wait, he’s older, so because his appearance could be said to be that of a pretty young man (TL: Bishounen), it’s a feast for the eyes.

“Ti- Timothy-sama, here, would you like to have tea too?”

I know how you feel, but calm down, Betty.

Members of the Royal Family would normally get engaged at the age of 15 and then marry at around 20 years old. And yet, despite Timothy-kun being 17 years old, he doesn’t have an engagement yet, and there haven’t been any rumors going about, either.

Well thanks to that, all the older girls were in a tizzy. He’s filled with fluffiness, though.

While it’s all well and good to desire the Prince-sama, there were all sorts of fairy tales spoken of by the commoner girls that the Prince would fall in love with at first sight and they would eventually become Queen, though, given the minimum standing that a family must have to use this salon, where Betty who is 10 this year is just barely within the range of being a contender, it can’t be helped that she would be considering it.

Even though he’s only filled with fluffiness.

“Mm-hmm. Am I welcome?”

Without a single change to his comfortable tone, Timothy-kun came over to our table.

Other than that rule for using the salon, in the past, there was a noble who brought scores of maids along with them in the past to attend a tea party. Since then, the salon has been barred to attendants, and it has been arranged that students will brew their own tea. For me, who is naturally clumsy, it has been decided that Shelly will help me brew the tea instead.

“Thank you, it’s delicious.”

“It’s nothing. It’s thanks to Yuru-sama that I have this opportunity.”

Hey, hey, Shelly… Even as a joke, there’s a prince of the country here, stop making such neglectful remarks happily.

By the way, Betty can’t brew her own tea for the same reason as me.

“Ahaha, that’s why we love you, Yurushia.”

I don’t mind Timothy-kun, either. I worried about the future of this country for a moment, perhaps he’s grown up?

“Umm… Timothy-onii-sama, pardon me, come and join in…”

I ran my mouth off without thinking and changed the topic.

After all, that “Kyahaha” and “Ufufu” atmosphere is something that he doesn’t understand.

“Yurushia is like a younger sister to me, but it’s quite strange. When I went to the dining room, it seemed that everyone was less tense?”

“ “…tch” ”

At Timothy-kun’s remark, Shelly and Betty put on delicate smiles and stared at me.

… I seem to be feared.

Given such a thing, no matter which child he keeps company, Timothy’s better be searching for a queen candidate quickly… while I thought of such rude things with a smile, Timothy-kun replied to me.

“Anyways. The people in the castle have been telling stories about Yurushia. Isn’t that strange?”

“Yes, Timothy-nii-sama, it is strange.”

I said that while meeting his fluffy smile with a smile of my own.

I don’t know why, but it seems he was told to come here.

Shelly’s eyebrow jumped up with a *pikun* instantly. From outside the salon, Tina’s anger leaked out slightly, but I didn’t worry as it wasn’t the first time they’d had such eccentric behaviors.

Those people in the castle, even if I said that I would introduce those girls to Timothy-kun because they wanted to, although he would become scared of me, the healing effect from him would still be enough.

With Timothy-kun having such feelings, the fluffy smile ended as we looked at one another.

But the real problem is his younger brother, fourth grade brat Rick.

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My four samurai aren’t always around me.

The children who didn’t pass the magic power test, when I was in classes they were to accompany me at all times instead of attending their ordinary schools. What a lack of human rights.

Somehow, for some reason, since they awakened their talent for magic, my parents, who were so proud that I, their daughter, actually worried about them, sent all four of them to magic school with me. Or rather, they forced them to go to magic school.

Although Tina and Fannie were in the same grade, my followers were unable to use Holy Magic, so I was alone for those practical lessons.

“……”

Today I was sitting in the center of the classroom on a bench that could clearly seat four more. Perhaps it’s easier to imagine if I say that the classroom is shaped like an amphitheater, with stairs leading to the back.

I’m not lonely.

As I sat down in my seat, my classmates all turned to glance at me one by one after the teacher finished describing the syllabus, all trying to sneak a peep at my face in some way or another.

Well, the Holy Magic class isn’t that important to me in the first place.

My Holy Magic is almost unique, I just imagined things from reading books in the dream world, and used outrageous magic power with that image to cast it.

If it was a normal mage in this world who tried to cast my special spells, like my [Layered Barriers] or [Combat Strengthening], it would be absolutely necessary for them to be able to cast multiple spells in one go and maintain the images at the same time.

The Holy Magic teacher began to cry. Just how much hardship has this old man gone through…?

Even if I told him……

You can’t use it if you don’t have a demon’s magical power, please forgive me.