\'That old man, Mr. Suleiman, I think he looked like a good-looking old man to me.\' Dakinira murmurs in Sylvia\'s room at the Academy of the Wise. In her hand she holds a large, old-fashioned magic camera. He\'s not a bad guy, but he\'s a skank. He even makes sexual advances toward your mother. ......\" Sylvia recalls that Gohya, no (●) 24-year-old mother came to the academy as a new student. The elodiejis, or old Sulaiman, must have done something unnecessary. \"Ummm, and yet he brings a young woman about the age of a student into his room at night ・・・・・.\" This girlish young woman, it seems, looks a lot like Sylvia, of all people. I can\'t help it. The mere thought of that with an elodie is enough to scare me! Sylvia, perhaps in rebellion against her free-spirited mother, is cautious about love, or at least completely reserved about it. I get it. I\'ll look into it! I\'ll look into it! Dakinira undertakes to do so with her camera ready. Dakinira is hanging from the wall outside the window of the principal\'s office, peering into the interior of the office. Of course, she doesn\'t forget her camera. Since it is a wizard\'s room, it is well-prepared for far-sighted magic and flight magic, and the inhabitants are probably on their guard. But it is impossible to completely block out the bandit\'s skills with magic. Even the magic camera, though called \"magic,\" does not use magic in its operation. (Oops, it looks like they use some kind of magic. I\'m a magician after all.) The principal stands facing the mirror and waves his wand. (What? No way!) As he waved his wand, the principal\'s appearance changed. She became a pretty girl with long silver hair and a slender body. It is obvious that this beautiful girl is the transformed form of the headmaster, because she is wearing the oversized robe that she was wearing earlier. Her figure, I see, is similar to Sylvia\'s with her slender figure and silver hair, if I may say so. (Eh, why!!!) At that moment, the door opened, and Sylvia was even more astonished by the person who entered. It was a beautiful, brown-skinned, silver-haired woman with pointed ears, Dakinira and Sylvia\'s mother, Argerin. She said, \"May I have a word with you, Old Suleiman? Old Suleiman. What? Sylvia, Imam Sylvia? The headmaster was frightened at the sight of the low voice of the imam standing in his way. The half-elf imam is holding a staff as if on the brink of battle. The bee-bees and lightning seem to be discharging in time with her mind. She is accompanied by a fox beastman newspaperman (a bandit) and, for some reason, an orc war priestess. \'You have pretty good taste, old man. Well, I won\'t deny it. Except to get closer to your mother, Miss Argerin. Dakinira throws down the grimoire. There, in the headmaster\'s office, was a beautiful young girl in a overstuffed robe. I will not tolerate cowardice. Gledorah, a war priestess who worships her half-brother and her brother\'s mother, continued, \"Oh, Onshira, what ha