Magic Stone Princess iya, a magician from the Dragon Continent, finally arrived at the magic school in the Fairy Human Continent after a bit more than a month.
She was staying in a certain town close to the magic school.
Naturally, it was at the most expensive inns most spacious room.
She was going to go to the magic school from the town by coach.
Due to its nature, magic schools were built on wide open spaces.
There were regulations against building private houses on its periphery.
It was to avoid causing damage to the surrounding area during the training of magic.
This magic school was made of stone like a fortress with student accommodation built around it.
Furthermore, its circumference was enclosed by two-layered walls.
While it was also made to defend from external effects, but its main purpose is to defend against magic attacks from inside.
iyas coach stopped at an established guard station on the outer wall.
The driver of the rented coach got into a fight with the guard.
It seems like since they ca without a letter of introduction, they couldnt go in so refused the guard.
The driver who was hired on-site pointed toward the coach and asked the guard to talk directly with his employer.
With a troubled expression, the guard knocked on the coach door.
The maid who ca along to take care of iya was about to deal with the situation, but was stopped by iya.
It seems iya intended to personally talk with the guard.
The maid respectfully opened the door.
The guard inquired while scratching his head:
Uhh Im sorry, but its the rules that unless youve made arrangents to et a family mber or otherwise own a permit, I cant let you in. If its acceptable, could you schedule an appointnt and co again at a later date?
The guard spoke in a businesslike manner.
That attitude annoyed iya.
Even though it wasnt on purpose, his speech was inappropriate considering he was talking to this iya, the world-famous genius.
She ordered the guard at point blank range.
Tell the headmaster that iya Dragoon has co. He will understand with just that.
iya Dragoon!? You are the Magic Stone Princess!?
It seems he was not a guard for nothing. He even knew her na.
A complete change from his earlier businesslike attitude, he stood at attention and his voice was shaking.
I, I am terribly sorry. I will set up comms with the headmaster at once, so please wait just a mont.
Make it quick.
Yes! Right away!
The guard went back into the station for a short mont, left a ssage to his colleagues who were on standby, and ran off to the school.
It took about 30 minutes before the guard returned to the coach.
I, Im terribly sorry to have kept you waiting! Since the headmaster is currently absent, the principal will be taking his place in receiving you, so please proceed toward the front entrance.
Thanks for the trouble.
After saying those few words, iya started moving again on her coach.
Passing through the outer and inner wall, she finally arrived at the front entrance.
There, a teacher was already waiting for her.
It was a balding man who seed to be very nervous.
He stood at attention as he greeted iyas coach.
When iya got off the coach, he bowed with a smile while sweating profusely.
It is an honor to et you, iya Dragoon-sama. I am the teacher in charge of teaching classes on magic tools here. I am Kahlua of the human race.
Nice to et you, Kahlua-san. I apologize for the sudden visit.
Not at all. To be able to et iya-sama, the fad magic tool inventor, is a great honor Now then, speaking while standing here must be uncomfortable. Please, co in.
When iya and her maid entered the school building, they were shown into a parlour.
Inside the room, there was a leather sofa, a table made of insect carapace, flowers arranged in vases, and the walls were lined with paintings. The view from the window isnt that magnificent since this was the first floor, though. It was an exceedingly ordinary parlour.
A woman who seed to be a human race office staff brought so roasted fragrant tea.
When she went out of the room, Kahlua proceeded to talk business while wiping off his sweat with a handkerchief.
So to what do we owe this honor on this day?
Ive co to et with a student here, Snow-san, a girl from the Beast races White Wolf tribe. Would it be possible to call her over?
S.. Snow-san!? What did she do this ti!?
This ti?
iya reflexively inquired in response to Kahluas agitation.
While wiping off his even more abundant amount of sweat, he flusteredly explained.
She is an excellent student perhaps too excellent. As it is, shes often gets involved with trouble. Completely overwhelmng 100 soldiers from a freshmans private army; counterattacking upper class aristocratic n who approached her; single-handedly crushing adventurers who were, for so reason, hired by a rchant ju, just rembering it all makes my stomach
Oh my these rchants certainly exist how rude of them.
iya nonchalantly offered her sympathies
No matter how you slice it, that last rchant was definitely one of the people who acted because of her request.
I understand what youre saying. However, there is sothing that I simply must talk to Snow-san about. So could you please call her over now?
I I understand. Though I think shes probably in class right now, Ill call her over right now.
Kahlua left his seat and left the parlour at a brisk pace.
iya and her maid waited for roughly 10 minutes.
The sound of a knock.
After Kahlua, one female student showed up.
Lily-white skin, large pupils, and eyelashes long enough to be a shadow.
Her long silver hair was held up in a ponytail, and similarly colored wolf ears sotis slightly moved.
She was a charr who was beautiful like a spirit of the snow, yet also cute at the sa ti.
A tal bracelet she wore on her left arm reflected the sunlight coming in through the window.
But what was most eye-catching were the huge breasts that this magic school student was showing, which couldnt be hidden even by a mantle.
A beautiful cute charr, yet also the owner of huge breasts; this unbalance probably tickles male instincts.
Even the upper class aristocratic male students, who were not want for won, would want to court her.
With her right hand on her chest and left hand just barely lifting her skirt, Snow bowed her head.
A prim and proper salutation.
Greetings, iya-sama. I am Snow of the Beast races White Wolf tribe.
My apologies for calling you while you were busy. Please have a seat, Snow-san.
Excuse .
Snow sat across from iya.
Her teacher, Kahlua, sat down next to her.
Since I dislike pointless courtesies, I will get straight to the point. Could you please hand over the magic tool you have in your possession? Of course, I am willing to offer a reasonable sum as remuneration.
Magic tool..?
Snow openly sighed when she realized what iya ant.
Dragoon-sama, too? Recently, Ive been bothered by the many people who ca wanting to sell them the magic tool that Lute-kun made. Its sothing that is very precious to , so I wont sell it no matter how much you offer.
About that, please, I beg you! Im willing to pay any amount!
Theres no room for negotiation. If thats all, then please excuse .
Please wait!
In a panic, iya pursued Snow who left her seat.
However, as the Magic Stone Princess, she did not know restraint and left the room.
Touching upon her pride, her tongue unintentional slipped.
Lute-sama was eaten by a monster and is already dead!
Snows feet were frozen.
iyas mouth didnt stop.
Thats why, that magic tool isnt sothing soone like you who doesnt even know its value should own. To leave behind those achievents for the future, soone like should huh!?
Snow turned around, and, at the sa ti, pressed the S&W M10 2-inchs muzzle onto iyas forehead.
iya couldnt perceive Snows movents as she drew her revolver at all.
As she turned around, before anyone noticed, iya was already held at gunpoint only its result remained.
Lute-kun is dead? Stop lying. That Lute-kun couldnt possibly have been killed by a monster. Why would you tell such a lie?
Emitting undeniable bloodlust, Snow cocked the percussion hamr.
Ironically, that showed that it was different from the counterfeits that was brought to her so far.
However, iya, who understood what the raised hamr ant, let out a small Hiii sound.
A period that felt like an eternity though it was actually only roughly 10 seconds before Snow uncocked the hamr and re-placed the gun underneath her mantle.
Excuse .
She bowed politely and left the parlour.
iya who had just narrowly escaped death fell on her knees right there.
iya-sama!?
Princess!
Kahlua and the maid who were left behind rushed over in a panic to iya who was sitting on the floor.
Tears of fear had ford in her eyes.
Annoying! Annoying! Annoying! I definitely wont forgive that woman!
iya rode her airship for a bit more than a month to get back ho.
However, her anger toward Snow did not settle at all.
She is the world-famous iya Dragoon.
The Dragon race were very prideful, but she was even more prideful.
Grumbling in her own bed, she scattered about in frustration while holding her pillow.
Sitting up, an evil face was reflected.
I wonder how I should snatch away that revolver Should I make necessary preparations behind the scene and put pressure on the magic association and magic school? Or perhaps I should hire a first-rate thief to steal it, then..
While she was considering a few ideas, knocking sounds resounded.
A maid entered when she called out.
Excuse . A rchant is here claiming to have brought Lute, the one who made those magic tools. What should I do?
. Sigh. Another one.
Even though the increase in the number of rchants who visit her was caused by her own request for information and goods there has been two rchants who intrude on her to try and swindle her in the past.
They brought a child slaves of fitting characteristics, claiming them to be the magic tools creator, Lute, and trying to wangle out a reward money.
However, since the children they brought couldnt make an S&M or AK-47 when given magic liquid tal, they were seen through before long.
iya asked her childhood friend, the Dragonian Kingdoms first prince, to throw both swindling rchants into jail on the account of attempted fraud.
Such a stupid trick wouldnt work; it was a threat as such towards other rchants.
Yet this is already the third ti.
Another fool who doesnt learn has co.
.. Since theyve co all this way, Ill et them to distract myself. Bring them to the parlour.
As you wish.
The maid bowed and returned to et the rchant and his companions.
Prey for iya to relieve her stress on ca at just the right ti, and she stood up from her bed with a twisted smile on her face.
While iya was changing and fixing her appearance with the help of a maid, the rchant and his companions were made to wait in the parlour.
Only the rchant was sitting on the sofa. A blond girl and black-haired boy was standing behind him for so reason.
iya had two male servants holding long spears and following her from behind as she made an appearance in the parlour.
With a pompous attitude as if she were the queen, she sat down on the main sofa.
It is nice to et you, iya-sama. I am a slave dealer working for the Rano Slave House. It is to my understanding that iya-sama is currently showing interest in a certain magic tool. As a matter of fact, one of the slaves we are dealing with happens to be its creator, so I brought him over.
The rchant introduced the black-haired boy standing behind him.
Needless to say, his na was Lute.
The blonde girl beside him was Chrisse Gate Vlad, a vampire of the Demon race.
The girl kept shifting her eyes with a frightened expression as she hid behind Lute.
iyas eyes were captivated by that girl by Chrisse.
The girls attire, hair, and so forth were all dirty from her long journey, but overall was still as lovely as a doll. It made iya want to keep her as a pet. iya unintentionally licked her lips.
And then, the black-haired child who claid to be Lute spoke of the circumstances that led to his becoming a slave.
The S&W and AK-47 were taken away from him when he was deceived by so fake adventurers, and he was then sold as a slave. The proof of that is the mark of slavery tattooed onto his arm.
At present, he had been bought for Chrisse by her father and serves as her blood bag-cum-butler and so his explanation went.
iya was impressed.
Their setting was detailed, and the story was told with such zealousness. A very realistic performance.
If this was the first ti she heard such a story, she may have believed it.
iya recrossed her legs and slackened her lips in provocation.
I see, I understand. If he really is Lute, then he should be able to answer any questions regarding the S&W and AK-47, right? If, for example, hes a fake, then
The two n behind iya struck the floor with their spears threateningly.
Startled, Chrisse trembled like a small animal.
The black-haired boy agreed while covering her behind his back.
Thats fine by . I will answer any question.
Then its decided. The first. do you know what the S&W and AK-47 are made of?
Magic liquid tal obtained from tal slis.
Correct
Tell the na of the ammunition used by the S&W and AK-47.
9mm .38 Special rounds and 7.62mm x Russian shots.
Correct.
Up to this point, he had simply answered according to the mo written by Lute on how to handle the magic tools.
iya recrossed her legs again.
Then, next, could you confirm the current conditions of the S&W and AK-47? Of course, if you are their creator, then it shouldnt be a problem, right?
Yes, thats all right.
The black-haired boy answered in no ti.
It seems he has quite the confidence to try and fool , iya muttered in her heart.
iya told a maid to bring the S&W and AK-47 from her workshop.
The S&W and AK-47 were placed on the table.
However, this is the point where the other fakes who had tried to deceive iya t their downfall.
The real thing wouldve imdiately understood.
He, who is a fake, would probably just vaguely touch around and say that there were no problems.
At that ti, iya would reveal that the thing in his hands was an imitation.
Imagining the bewildered expression hell have on his face then made her float an evil smile.
Now then, its fine to not restrain yourself and pick them up.
Then please excuse .
The boy separated from Chrisse who was behind him, squat down beside the table, and picked up and analyzed the S&W and AK-47.
These are fakes. The cylinder is firmly fixed in place, and the barrels rifling isnt there. The AK is also off. Its too light, and the trigger cant be moved. The magazine, too, is stuck and cant be taken off Uh, could it be that you dont actually have the real S&W and AK-47?
huh?
iya was speechless.
She felt it her very soul was trembling.
C, c, c, c, c, could it be t, th, th, the real Lute-kamisama?
Lute agreed while being startled by her barely chewed out stuttered words.
Yes, thats so, but. is there a problem?
Ive been wanting to et you! Kami-sama!
iya blew off the sofa with vigor and went on her knees at Lutes feet.
Taking his hand, she kissed it over and over and over again, and finally, she even kissed his feet.
Wha!? Pl, please stop it! It tickles!
Apart from Lute who was showing his resistance, everyone else was frozen stiff, unable to react at this sudden turn of events.
Being deeply moved and excited, iya turned around to face the slave dealer with a flushed smile filled with delight.
How much is Kamisama!? Ill buy him at the asking price!
Uh, well as we explained earlier, Lute is her Chrisse-ojousans slave.
Oh, right, there was sothing like that!
iya edged up to Chrisse and started negotiations.
I beg you, Chrisse-san! Sell Kamisama to ! Ill pay ten tis the price you paid for him! No, Ill pay 100 tis the amount!
However, even though ojou-sama was shaking fearfully, she strongly shook her head.
She wrote on her mini-blackboard and thrust it toward iya.
[Its impossible for to sell off Lute-oniichan to sell off family. I dont want to lose anyone anymore.]
Ojou-sama
Chrisses words struck Lute at his heart and deeply moved him.
He cleared his throat to change the mood, and started negotiations with iya.
To be honest, we have a favor to ask of iya Dragoon-sama. For that reason, I would like to explain our circumstances. It may be a bit long, but will that be fine?
In that case, by all ans, stay at my house today! Moreover, its almost ti for dinner, so allow to arrange a al! Ah, before that, you must be tired from your journey. Your garnts also seem to be worn out. If it pleases you, would you like to take a bath to heal from the fatigue? I will also prepare a change of clothes!
Her breathing rough, iya excitedly urged Lute with peremptory force.
It took all he had to simply say, O.. ok. Thank you for the hospitality.
iya handed over the promised reward to the rchant from the Rano Slave House and gleefully took Lute and Chrisse to her residence.
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