The Irregular at Magic High School: Secret Silhouette
In the year 2095, magic is a recognized science. At First National Magic University Affiliated High School, known as 'Magic High School,' siblings Tatsuya Shiba and Miyuki Shiba appear to be just a close brother and sister. However, the look in Miyuki's eyes holds something far beyond familial affection. One rainy night, she realizes the truth: 'I'm in love with my brother, as a man.'
Knowing this love is forbidden, Miyuki locks it deep inside her heart. But then, a new transfer student, Alice
The Irregular at Magic High School: Secret Silhouette - The Battle for the Disciplinary Committee and Freezing Jealousy
Wednesday morning. Miyuki remembered last night's diary entry and let out a sigh, alone. Disciplinary Committee. The same Disciplinary Committee as her brother. That transfer student, of all places, was aiming for that position.
Her steps toward the classroom grew heavy, naturally. Morning light streamed into the hallway. Normally, she wouldn't have minded this time of day, but today, that brightness stung her eyes.
*(It's surely just a rumor. That girl, on the Disciplinary Committee...)*
Miyuki told herself that. That girl, Amano Alice, had only just transferred in. She couldn't possibly understand the school's rules, or the practical work of a magician. The Disciplinary Committee was like a field operations unit that policed unauthorized magic use on campus. Members were selected from both Course 1 and Course 2 students based on ability, but there were only eight positions.
*(Applying on her own, without even consulting me... that's unforgivable.)*
That was when it happened.
"Hey, did you hear? That transfer student, Amano-san, applied for the Disciplinary Committee."
In the hallway in front of the classroom, several female students were whispering among themselves. Miyuki stopped walking. Her heartbeat quickened, just a little.
"She's so cute, but she's surprisingly proactive, huh? But the Disciplinary Committee selection is really strict, isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah. There's a document review and a practical exam, right? She just transferred in—I wonder if she'll pass."
"But you know, I heard she said she wants to patrol together with Shiba-kun."
The moment those words reached her ears, the textbooks slipped from Miyuki's hands and fell.
With a soft thud, several textbooks scattered across the hallway floor.
"...Oh my."
The voice that escaped her lips was so faint it surprised even herself. As she bent down to pick them up, her fingertips trembled, just slightly.
*(Patrol... together with my brother.)*
Those words repeated over and over in her head. That transfer student, walking beside her brother. After school, just the two of them, around the campus.
...No.
Miyuki clutched the picked-up textbooks to her chest and left the spot. She turned the corner of the hallway and headed toward the Student Council room.
Fifth floor, south end, corner room. A quiet place, like Miyuki's own castle. Before morning classes began, the Student Council room was empty. Miyuki pulled out the documents regarding the Disciplinary Committee's supplementary selection from her desk drawer.
There it was, placed on top.
*Application Form*
In the name field, written in round, bubbly handwriting: "Amano Alice." Miyuki stared at the document in silence.
*(...She's serious.)*
The back of her mind grew cold. Quietly, but surely, something was freezing over.
The Disciplinary Committee selection process involved a document review followed by a practical exam. It tested magic control ability, split-second judgment, and practical combat response. This time, only one vacancy needed filling. There should be several applicants, including Alice.
Miyuki held authority as Student Council President. She could voice opinions on the details of the selection process.
*(It's not like I'm doing anything unfair. I'm simply restoring the selection criteria to what they should have been.)*
Miyuki quietly swapped out the practical exam task. From the originally planned basic magic control test, to a more advanced, specialized task that demanded precision in magic control.
This was by no means incorrect as a qualification required of Disciplinary Committee members. It was the kind of content that only applicants with exceptional ability—even among those including Course 2 students—could possibly pass.
*(This is the true difficulty level of the Disciplinary Committee.)*
Miyuki made a small excuse in the depths of her chest. Telling herself that, as Student Council President, she was ensuring a fair selection.
The bell signaling the start of class rang, and she returned to the classroom. Just as Miyuki took her seat, the classroom door burst open.
"Good morning, everyone!"
A bright, energetic voice echoed throughout the classroom. Amano Alice entered with light, springy steps, as if she were walking into her own living room. Her waist-length black hair swayed softly. The eyes of her classmates all turned to her at once.
*(This girl... always like this.)*
Miyuki furrowed her brow, just slightly.
Alice stopped in the middle of the classroom, smiling broadly, and raised her voice.
"I have an announcement for everyone! I've decided to apply for the Disciplinary Committee! If I pass, I'll be able to patrol the school together with Shiba Tatsuya-kun! I'm absolutely going to pass, so watch me!"
The classroom fell silent for a moment.
The next instant, the air around Miyuki began to chill, audibly.
*(...How insensitive.)*
Miyuki's gaze pierced straight through Alice. Beneath her smiling mask, something was straining, cracking like ice. Her fingertips, pressed against the desk, clenched so hard they turned white.
After school.
The Disciplinary Committee's practical selection exam was held in a corner of the practical training building. Overseeing it was the Disciplinary Committee Chair, a third-year male student. And Miyuki, as Student Council President, was also present as the exam's administrative supervisor.
As the other applicants tackled their tasks, Miyuki waited expressionlessly for Alice's turn.
*(This task requires advanced magic control technique. Only a specialized-type magician should be able to handle it. No matter how bright and cheerful that girl is, this is—)*
That was what Miyuki was thinking, when it happened.
Alice's turn came.
The examiner explained the task. Alice nodded along—"mm-hmm, mm-hmm"—and began fiddling with the CAD she'd been handed—the Casting Assistant Device—with an innocent smile, like a child who'd just gotten a toy.
"Hmm, I see, I see. So I need to intercept moving targets while maintaining a constant magic output, right?"
Alice tilted her head slightly toward the examiner.
"Well then, I'll begin."
That instant.
From Alice's entire body, an immense amount of psions—the energy particles that form the basis of magic—burst forth. Invisible, but unmistakable pressure made the air tremble.
Miyuki's eyes widened involuntarily.
*(This amount of psions... it's beyond abnormal.)*
Alice, with light, graceful movements, intercepted the magic targets that appeared one after another—accurately, beautifully. The high-difficulty magic control task that Miyuki had swapped in, she cleared as easily as if it were morning stretches.
And then, the final item. A defensive magic aptitude test.
A test magic projectile was fired at Alice.
Alice, still smiling, raised one hand with a flourish.
A clear, ringing sound—*kiin*.
A thin wall of light instantly expanded around Alice. The fired magic projectile, the moment it touched that wall of light, vanished without a trace.
"...What is this reading?"
The value displayed on the measurement terminal held by the Disciplinary Committee Chair.
It was a defensive magic aptitude value that would rank among the top even by international standards.
"Is something wrong? It's over, you know."
Alice turned back toward Miyuki and the Committee Chair with a nonchalant expression.
Miyuki was speechless.
*(How can this...)*
The task she had rigged now seemed, as if from the very beginning, to have been an appropriate level for measuring Alice's ability.
The Disciplinary Committee Chair nodded deeply toward Miyuki.
"Student Council President. There's no room for complaint. With this level of skill, she's an immediate asset to the Disciplinary Committee. May I appoint Amano Alice to fill the vacancy?"
Miyuki bit her lip.
*(...No. There's no way I can accept this.)*
But in a public setting, after having such results displayed so plainly, there was no way she could fail her.
"...Yes. There's no problem."
Miyuki crafted a perfect smile and nodded.
"Yay! I passed! Thank you so much, Shiba-senpai!"
Alice bounced up and down, then ran—not toward Miyuki, but toward Tatsuya, who was outside the exam area.
"Shiba-kun! I made it onto the Disciplinary Committee! Now we're on the same committee!"
Alice tried to throw her arms around Tatsuya.
But Tatsuya shifted half a step to the side and lightly evaded her.
"Huh?"
Alice stumbled slightly, embracing empty air.
"Congratulations on the appointment."
Tatsuya gave Alice a brief glance and said shortly. And while he refused her embrace, he didn't show any sign of coldly pushing her away either. That sense of distance.
Miyuki watched that scene, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
*(Brother... he dodged her embrace... but he's not truly rejecting her.)*
Inside her chest, the cold flames of jealousy spread, slowly burning wider.
After the exam ended, Miyuki visited the Disciplinary Committee room.
To check the patrol team roster.
The Disciplinary Committee conducted campus patrols divided into several teams. Basically, it was a two-person team system. Tatsuya should have been paired with a capable second-year Disciplinary Committee member.
The moment she saw the roster, Miyuki's heart froze.
Next to Tatsuya's name, a new name was written.
Amano Alice.
"...Why this arrangement?"
Miyuki quietly asked the Disciplinary Committee Chair.
"Ah, Amano is new, but she has the skill. I judged that pairing her with Shiba would be the most efficient. Shiba's magic nullification and Amano's defensive magic. That combination is, theoretically, without gaps."
Miyuki gripped the roster tightly.
*(Without gaps, you say? If it's just about ability, I could—)*
Dark emotions swirled in her heart.
That was when it happened.
From down the hallway, she saw Alice and Tatsuya walking side by side. Alice was pulling Tatsuya's arm, heading toward the magic practice arena behind the school building.
"Hey, Shiba-kun! I found a practice arena we can use together after school! Want to practice our patrol coordination right away?"
"...I don't mind."
Alice happily tugged at Tatsuya's arm.
That instant.
Unrelated to Miyuki's will.
Her right hand smoothly reached for the holster at her waist.
Her fingertips touched the CAD—the Casting Assistant Device.
*(What am I doing?)*
A corner of her mind thought that. And yet, her fingers moved on their own. Unconsciously, she was beginning to deploy an activation sequence.
The psions throughout her body raged, as if flowing backward in a violent spiral.
At this rate, her magic would go out of control.
That was when it happened.
"Hey, President."
A low voice came from behind her, and someone's hand grabbed her outstretched wrist, firmly.
Miyuki gasped and turned around.
Standing there was Chiba Erika, wearing the Disciplinary Committee armband. Her reddish short hair bounced in the evening light. Her large eyes pierced straight into Miyuki's face.
"What do you think you're doing? ...You know exactly what would happen, right?"
Erika's voice was hushed. But there was something in its tone that brooked no argument.
Miyuki slowly released her fingers from the CAD she had been gripping.
"...Yes."
Her voice was hoarse.
"If the Student Council President used magic on campus without authorization, it wouldn't just be a disciplinary violation—you of all people know that best."
Erika released Miyuki's wrist and let out a small sigh.
Miyuki hung her head.
"...I'm sorry. I showed you something unsightly."
"...I don't think it was unsightly."
At Erika's words, Miyuki raised her face.
Erika had her arms crossed, gazing down the path leading behind the school building. There, Alice was chatting happily with Tatsuya about something.
"Honestly, how ridiculously straightforward can you get. That one's either going to become someone big, or an absolutely terrifying bomb of a magician. One or the other."
Miyuki stared at Erika's profile.
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