"This is the greatest tribute to cruel fate."
Charlotte, a poor magician who relies on sneak attacks to win the psychic battle.
He became the master of the world for less than three minutes before he was sent away with a sword by the shikigami he summoned.
When she opened her eyes again, Charlotte was wearing it.
We have traveled to a strange medieval period that has never been mentioned in history books: the sea water is dark, the sky is gray, and the air is filled with an eternal stench.
As for him, who has "low magic power and an oriental face", he was forced to enroll in the only magic academy here. He was given the title of "Mudblood" and was "taught to be a man" by various noble children in turn.
Until he discovered that there was something wrong with the college itself.
Everyone was whispering about unspeakable fear. The corridors under the night would squirm on their own, and Ilya Rozanov, who always looked at him with a dead look, had an unfathomable darkness hidden in his body...
When indescribable gibbering enveloped the campus and everyone fell into madness, only Charlotte froze on the spot and scratched her head:
"Mr. Ke, what are you mumbling about? Why don't you cut off the tentacles first and give me a taste of the saltiness of the Teppanyaki?"
Cthulhu's offensive became stiff for the first time.
Concept: In the inescapable fateful closed loop, love is not a prescribed cause and effect, but the only variable that can rewrite fate.