My Magic Tools Are Selling Too Well

22 – Festival and Colosseum (3)

The sound of creaking chairs echoed through the quiet house.

In the center of the sound, the door was wide open.

Papers with complicated symbols were scattered, and only the back of a middle-aged man sitting still in a chair caught my eye.

Delia carefully removed her shoes and entered the house.

Then he asked, keeping the volume as low as possible so as not to disturb him.

“dad… Did you eat… ?”

But there was no answer coming back.

Could it be that you fell asleep?

I tried to get closer, but Dad was just looking at the research data intently.

Delia wasn’t disappointed with him at all, and gently sat down on the bed next to him.

Through many years of experience, she has already realized how to have a smooth conversation with her father.

“It’s a festival from tomorrow. Is Dad coming too?”

“… … .”

No answer came.

Delia didn’t care and continued.

“I heard Sacher is coming to the Colosseum… .”

At those words, Dad finally turned his head.

Those unfocused eyes were filled with vitality.

“Are you talking about the white horse rider of the magic circuit world?”

“… Are you a superman?”

“okay! That friend is a superman who appeared in the field of magic circuits! It has been of great help in broadening the horizons of my research. Besides, until this gate was discovered… It would be great if you could study with us!”

I don’t know what superhuman means, but Dad was excited and talked about it a lot.

The fact that Sacher’s story came out was quite good.

Since my mom passed away from a terminal illness, my dad hasn’t had a single normal day.

Every day I was locked in my room like a madman, and I cursed all the priests who couldn’t heal my mother.

I wonder if those desperate days have passed for about 6 months.

Dad woke up one day and started immersed in Wen research.

I started to eat rice that I often skipped, and my crying at dawn was gone.

He had also been reinstated as a professor, and had become a mid-level professor at the Imperial Academy.

But the father at the table was still a different person.

Dad, who had lost his smile and was speechless, seemed like someone who was clearly lacking something.

and…

It was the senior who took back the father’s words.

‘That guy is a genius! You must do research together with me!’

‘it’s okay… If only the friend’s theory could be further developed, this research was really successful… !!’

My dad didn’t tell me exactly what research to do.

Not just research, theory, gates…

These words always followed with admiration.

Anyway, Dad’s appearance was very bright.

And Delia was overjoyed to have such a father back.

It was a face I thought I would never see again.

Is that why?

When I talked with my dad, the story of my senior would always come out together.

“By the way, that friend is coming to the Colosseum?”

“yes. They said it came out on the recommendation of a professor.”

“cancer! That friend deserves a recommendation. This, I’m going to have a look too. I have to try persuasion one more time. It would be great if you transferred to the Faculty of Magic.”

Would a senior be that good?

Delia also had a deep crush on Sacher senior, but I didn’t understand her father’s blind trust.

Even before the senior was famous like now, he showed this kind of appearance, so it’s like he said everything.

“Then go watch with me. I decided to cheer for you.”

“okay. Let’s go.”

Dad, Welter Bluecliffe, ended his conversation with his daughter with those words and turned his eyes to the research data again.

How your daughter became friends with her senior, what she does during festivals…

It seemed that he was not curious about such a trivial story.

Delia sighed slightly, but felt fortunate nonetheless.

It was because Morphine had said that she was going to enjoy the festival with her mother, so there were a lot of people who would cheer for her.

Although there were senior friends named Luen and Schunika, it was honestly a little awkward to cheer with seniors from other departments that I just got to know.

I thought it was a festival I would spend alone, but I ended up going with the person I wanted to be with the most.

It seemed like it would be a more satisfying festival.

* * *

After the final preliminaries at the gymnasium, we were on our way to the academy to enjoy the last night’s eve.

“… No. 1 Schnika.”

oh my god.

Are these really the words that came out of Luen’s mouth?

To hear that I got through the preliminaries once with rave reviews I’ve never heard of… .

A broken heart soared.

This is unfair.

Regardless of that, Shunika’s face was all colored with joy.

“Hi-Hi. Thanks, Luen. Satchel too. Because you guys are cheering me on, my strength just exploded.”

“You did a good job. When did you learn the sword of Fahe?”

“I have at least one weapon of my own~”

Schunika seemed to be in such a good mood as she walked down the street smiling all the time.

Well, if I go up to the finals with such an overwhelming score, I think I’ll feel good, even though I’m not very interested in fighting.

What’s more, the last opponent was a 4th year student at the Faculty of Magic, and he was in second place among them.

We walked down the street, chatting in small details, and went back to the hot dog shop we stopped by earlier.

It was Luen’s opinion.

It was rare for her to voice her opinion about going where she went.

Maybe the taste I ate earlier was quite impressive.

Ruen and I walked down the street with a hot dog in each hand, and Schnika in each hand.

Of course, it’s my job to buy hot dogs.

For one reason, making a lot of money, my wallet was being abused.

“Where do Luen and Satchel start in the finals?”

“I will probably do it at the gymnasium, and Luen will do it at the general stadium. Right?”

“… huh.”

At those words, Shunika widened her eyes.

“Eh? Why is Satchel a gymnasium?”

“I wasn’t recommended because I was the chief. Probably, among those who came up on the recommendation of a professor, most of those who are not the head of the faculty will start at the gymnasium.”

“Oh, I see. it’s a shame. There must be a lot of people coming to see Satchel.”

The news of my participation in the Colosseum was once again published in the academy’s daily newspaper and became a hot topic.

It seems that I, who was featured in the newspaper several times and was highlighted as a production genius, was quite interested in participating in a military competition.

this man… How about at the Colosseum?

Well, it seems that there was an article with this feeling.

It was a most irritating title, but there was nowhere to protest.

Since I was already famous, it seemed that the academy was actively using my name to promote the competition.

“Let’s have a drink!”

Shunika, who had finished eating the hot dog, exclaimed.

For a moment, my expression hardened, and Ruen’s footsteps stopped.

It was like a forbidden word that shouldn’t be shouted.

“… … .”

“Sue, do you have something to fix? hahahaha. I can’t hear well.”

Ruen quietly nodded at my words that stuttered in bewilderment.

Even Ruen agrees with my bullsh*t?

this is really precious

However, Schnika’s runaway didn’t know how to stop.

“Let’s drink, drink! It’s been too long since we haven’t had a drink! It’s the eve of today, so there are many pubs. Let’s go, hurry!”

I desperately wanted to correct Schnika’s words.

It’s not that I didn’t drink, it’s that I didn’t drink.

because of her injections.

The three of us haven’t had a lot of drinks in the meantime, but since we’ve been together for over a year, we know each other’s drinking levels.

Instead of having a special injection, I drink very weakly.

Even drinking a bottle of whiskey made me sick to my stomach, and I stopped drinking as soon as my condition got worse.

Ruen is surprisingly drunk.

His alcohol is strong enough to easily drink three or four bottles alone, and he drinks quietly by himself because of his personality.

Instead, she had an injection that made her fall asleep if she drank too much, so she had to be supported by her side.

Finally, Schnika.

He is the worst of the worst.

The subject is weaker than me, and the injection is much worse than Luen.

skinship.

Schnika had an injection that increased skinship when she drank.

It’s also very excessive.

When I was a freshman, I had an experience where I drank with him once and got really scared.

His tongue clings to me with a twisted pronunciation…

I remember using Ruen as a shield and barely blocking it.

After that, Schnika was warned never to drink alcohol.

It’s a very dangerous injection.

It’s the amount of alcohol and injections that you can’t handle.

But according to Schnika, it’s the first time he’s eaten with us, and he’s never had a drink with anyone else.

That was fortunate.

No, is this fortunate? ?

Anyway, it wasn’t to the extent that it caused a nuisance to unrelated people, but for me it was a great toil.

If you keep sticking to that explosive body…

As long as I am a man, there are bound to be some physical phenomena.

“It’s tomorrow’s competition. What kind of drink do you have?”

“All three of them are afternoon games anyway! The Colosseum is also open until the last day of the festival, so I don’t have time to drink unless it’s today. Let’s go quickly, Satchel, Luen.”

“… … .”

Wrong.

No one can stop Schnika, who has already become like this.

Her mood reached its peak after advancing to first place in the group at the Colosseum, and she was ready to slash through the barriers in front of her eyes.

“under… Yes, let’s drink, drink.”

“Wow! What about Luen? Are you going to Luen too?”

“… … .”

Ruen seemed reluctant, but he reluctantly nodded.

Of course, even if he refused, I would have dragged him along.

Without Ruen, I really can’t handle it alone.