~Eloim Essaim, frugativi et appelavi~

   prologue ―― the world of Grand-Grimoire

   "Well next , attendance number 12 !"  Mature woman teacher's nervous high-pitched voice, which resounding in the empty training hall.
   Twelve is my attendance number. The number of students has decreased year by year, I am the end of line in this class.
   I jumped to the front of her and declare my attendance numbers and my names. Of success if it is possible to completely freeze the water that has been put in the bucket when I used the magic of the ice, today's practice is extremely simple.
   Loooooook me, Old Bag. Degree practice that to play even in children of kindergarten......
   "frugativi et appelavi ! Foxes's Frappé, halu-halo !"