The Reincarnated Saint Aims For The Friendship End!

Phew, I managed to be released from the principal’s grasp.

Maa, maa, I think it’s a pretty good result.

It would be troublesome if the academy started to reject the Saint’s Faction.

Geeze, afternoon classes have already started.

Elmer and Jean-oji-san will be left waiting for us if we don’t go to the magic lab soon.

“Dulcie,” I said.

“Here, Makoto-sama,” Dulcie said, appearing.

“Go to the meeting room, and if there’s bread there, bring it to me,” I said.

“Understood,” Dulcie said.

And with that, she disappeared.

Ah, an intelligence maid is convenient.

Once you use it, you won’t be able to part with it.

I walk in the empty school building.

Everyone is studying magic in their assigned training classrooms.

I go up the stairs and head to the magic training room on the third floor.

I knock on the door to enter.

Inside were Elmer and Jean-oji-san, who stood up when they saw me.

“Makoto-kun, are you okay? What did the Principal say?” Jean asked.

“He gave me a document asking me to transfer to the seminary,” I said.

“What the hell!?” Jean yelled.

“What…?” Elmer added.

“It’s okay,” I said, “when I threatened to start a holy war at the second official residence of Duke Pottinger, he withdrew,” I said.

“Is-Is that so…?” Jean said.

“A threat……” Elmer said.

Elmer and Jean-oji-san looked at each other and sat down in their chairs.

“If you hadn’t backed down, the Ministry of Magic would have used all of its power to pressure them,” Jean said.

“I thought about asking the royal faction, or rather, Prince Kevin, but that would put me in their debt, so it was a quick intimidation, instead,” I said.

“Yeah… to owe the Prince… you absolutely can’t,” Elmer said.

After knocking, Dulcie came in with a flax bag.

“Makoto-sama, I brought you some bread,” she said.

“Thank you, Dulcie,” I said.

As a thank you, I gave Dulcie a thumbs up and patted her on the head.

“I haven’t had lunch yet, so can I eat first?” I asked.

“Ah, that’s fine, but we can’t experiment if you’re hungry,” Jean said. “Besides, is that girl the rumored intelligence maid who uses the Weight Fist?”

“Yes, my name is Dulcie,” Dulcie said.

“Dulcie, let me introduce you, this is Secretary Clayton-sama,” I said.

“A subspecies of Earth magic, Gravity magic is a rare attribute,” Jean said, “may you show it to us?”

“While Makoto… is eating, let’s experiment with Gravity magic…” Elmer said.

Dulcie looks at me for help, but if these two go into experiment mode, no one can stop them, do your best, Dulcie.

“Fumu, one punch will add about ten garun of weight,” Jean said.

“It’s interesting that the weight… shifts to the target…” Elmer said.

Dulcie is adding and shaving off weight to the lab equipment as they wish.

I eat bread while watching it.

Shimattana, ham bacon is meaty and heavy.

“It’s interesting to apply gravitic effects to your opponent with martial arts, it makes sense as an application of Gravity magic,” Jean said.

“For the most party… Gravity mages… belongs to the Architectural Magics Office… but it’s applied to an escort… what a wonderful idea.”

“Do Gravity users get jobs in architecture?” I asked.

“Mainly, it is common in architecture, such as reducing the weight of heavy objects to move them, or making the rollers heavier to level the ground efficiently,” Jean explained.

Is this world constructed using magic?

You operate it like heavy machinery from my previous life.

“Why didn’t you go into the construction industry, Dulcie?” I asked.

“I was raised in an orphanage, so I want to work to protect everyone in the Temple…” Dulcie said.

For some reason, her expression clouded over.

Have you been exposed to trauma?

I finished my soda and put the bottle on the table.

“Well, I’m done eating. Let’s start the experiment,” I said.

“Yes, thank you, Dulcie-kun,” Jean said.

“Next time…let’s do another experiment…Dulcie,” Elmer said.

“Yes, please excuse me,” Dulcie said.

Dulcie disappeared.

“She cleanly erases her presence. Where is she from, the Village, or the Hall?”

“It seems to be the Village, I think she was Anne-san’s classmate,” I said.

“As expected, the Village produces wonderful maids, even the royal family wants to hire a maid of that class,” Jean said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Having a skilled espionage maid makes a name for yourself, Margot of the Wilkinsons is a good example,” Jean said.

That mischievous maid is so amazing.

Then, Anne-san, who speaks highly about Margot-san, is also worthy of her fame.

The world of intelligence maids is deep.

“What is the difference between Maid’s Village and the Hall?”

“Both are institutions that train intelligence maids for the upper class, but they are a little different,” Jean said. “The Maid’s Village is open to all, so anyone who is motivated can enter freely, so their maids vary quite widely in abilities.”

That’s right, both Anne and Dulcie were orphans, and if admission wasn’t free, they wouldn’t have been able to get in.

“In contrast, only the children of aristocrats can enter the Maid’s Hall, the training is strict, the quality of the graduates is high, and they will kill themselves immediately if caught,” Jean said.

“Why do the maids of the Hall immediately commit suicide on capture?”

“Since they’re an intelligence maid, they’ve been taught to kill themselves rather than pass their information on to the enemy,” Jean said. “For that reason, there’s a possibility of losing your talented subordinate, so the employers have to think carefully about their jobs.”

I see, that Maid’s Hall has a higher average quality.

“Where was Margot-san from?” I asked.

“She appears to be self-taught,” Jean said.

“…”

Is Margot-san the strongest intelligence maid in her own way!?!

What a cheat maid!