Editing Zero no Tsukaima:Volume8 Chapter4 - MTL

On the day when Saito woke, one week ago…

One wind dragon landed on the courtyard of Tristain Academy of Magic.

All students, who were chatting in the courtyard, turned around.

Once seeing the boy on dragon’s back, a sigh escaped from schoolgirls’ chests.  

“Look! What beautiful hair!”

“Look there!”

Seeing the boy’s eyes, schoolgirls became frightened in an instant. The color of the right and left eye is different

“The ‘Moon eyes’.”

One girl muttered. 

Eyes with different right and left color were called ‘Moon eyes’, following the two moons of Tristain. In the provinces, where the superstitions are strong, it is believed that such person is evil and is despised be everyone too. 

 However… they still absent-mindedly watched the beautiful boy that got off the dragon.

“Hyaa… is he an noble from some country? He’s like fairy!”

Shinto priest of Romalia - Julio Cesar.

Schoolgirls went on – “Kyaa Kyaa”.

Julio, ignoring such commotion, jumped down to the ground from his wind dragon’s back….

Thump.

He hit the ground with his head.

Schoolgirls, dumbfounded, looked at each other, and ran up to Julio.

“Are you… all right?”

Julio laughed with a smile, while laying on the ground. What a charming smile – all schoolgirls got swayed in an instant.

“The soil is on your face… P-please use this…” one girl gave a handkerchief to Julio, making other girls stir as well.

“H-here use mine!”

“My handkerchief has a nice smell to it!”

“I’m allright.”

“Haah! The soil doesn’t suit your elegant features!”

“It’s good. Just about.”

“But…”

“I still haven’t washed my face after the war. That’s why it’s dirty.”

Julio waved off. 

“For three weeks? Seriously!”

“Do you really hate washing your face that much.”

Laughter echoed.

“That’s not it. I just cannot make lady’s handkerchief dirty.”

He stood up and bowed.

“Nooon! Stop joking!”

Girls shouted joyfully. 
　
That sort of schoolgirls’ actions, schoolboys were watching unpleasantly. One schoolboy, with a challenging smile, approached Julio.

One girl shouted.

“Pelisson-sama!”

Third grader Pelisson was a ladykiller of Tristain Academy of Magic. Though he had a pretty face like ancient sculptures, he lacked the charm. He was jealous, when a popular person showed up suddenly, and could not stomach it. 

Pelisson crossed his arms and glared at Julio and noticed a Holy Saget on his chest.

Fun, he gave a goofy smile.

“Priest did you come to plead for offerings?”

Without loosing his cool, Julio answered. 

“I came here to meet a friend.”

“This is a noble studying building. Go preaching to the streets.”

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion.”

Pelisson’s brow slightly paled. Once understanding that Julio doesn’t have a wand, he pulled out a long, thin wand. It was a brand-new one, one that young knight’s get while joining the army. 

“Judging from your words a little while ago, you seem also have participated in the Albion campaign, Priest.”

“Aa.”

“I am a report officer from the Navarre unit. You?”

“Various jobs.”

Julio said, waving it off. 

“It must have been taking care of your dragon. Like your follower. Yes.”

“For Shinto priest any work suits.”

Pellison hit Julio’s head with his wand.

“By beating my head you are insulting God and Founder Brimir, Officer-san.”
 
“I am not insulting god. I’m just teaching a cocky Shinto priest, who started acting like a noble, some manners. I’ll show you an insult.”

“So you were a noble? Then why you are so jealous about someone who is outside the noble’s circle. “

Pelisson's face reddened. Schoolgirls, who gathered around, became frightened. 

“Then cast your spell!”

He shouted while uttering a spell…

The wind dragon, that was sitting behind Julio, sprang to his feet and jumped at Pelisson. And in one second, Pelisson, unable to resist, is held down by a big wind dragon.

“H-hey! It’s unfair! Don’t use dragon! Guah!”

Pelisson, whose back was trampled down by a big wind dragon, fainted in agony.

“Since I cannot use magic. I use dragons instead.”

Hearing such commotion, teacher Chevreuse ran up in short steps.

“ What’s this! What’s this! I think the war is already over, so stop fighting in the courtyard now! I’m serious!”

Chevreuse easy widened upon noticing Julio, who stood up.　

“Ara Ara, aren’t you an outsider? Whose permission you got to enter? Not to mention, bringing such dragon too!”

Taking the hand of rattling Chevreuse, Julio bowed gracefully.

“…Eh?”

After taking a hand he looked into Chevreuse's face. Such handsome face made Chevreuse blush despite her age.

“I am sorry. However, I only came here to meet a friend…”

“A-ara, is that so? Who?

“Yes, Miss Valliere. I want to get a permission from your beautiful self, to see her today.” 

“Beautiful? What?”

“Yes. In my mother country Romalia, there is an ancient painting of a holy woman. When you appeared, I have mistaken you with that holy woman in the painting.”

“Oh dear! Holy woman! That!”

Chevreuse shouted in a frolicking voice.

“May I enter it in the school?”

“The said holy woman cannot possibly refuel Shinto priest-sama! P-please take this!”

Chevreuse smoothly wrote down on paper the entrance permission and with a dreamy face handed it to Julio.

“Thank you. Ah, if I may, can I ask you to take care of the dragon.”

“Y-yes! Please go!”

Chevreuse stood upright. And gave an emphatic salute. 

“Azuro! I’m going then.”

Barking, wind dragon Azuro, nodded to his master. 

Schoolgirls started coldly at Chevreuse who absent-mindedly watched the back of leaving Julio.

“W-what are you looking at?!”

 “Nothing… A teacher is still a woman. Indeed”

“D-don’t make fun of  your teacher! Y-you! Stop sleeping forever on the ground! Faster, remove yourself from the foot of Shinto priest-sama’s wind dragon!”

Blushing Chevreuse shouted at Pelisson who was groaning from being stepped upon by the wind dragon.


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