Child Rearing Journal of the Strongest Wiseman～About My Daughter Being the Cutest in the World～

† † (Iris Seymour Perspective)

When the kites arrived in the capital, there was a little commotion at the Lengrad School of Magic when they were relaxing shopping and eating at the department store.

A teacher jumped into the president's office with a change of blood.

Kareenin, the wise man who is the Dean of the Academy, looked delightful at the situation.

He is a wise man with a gray mediator alias. That age reaches eighty.

I wasn't as young as the many magicians in this college, I was somewhere objectifying.

It wasn't long before I was so outraged that I jumped into the Dean's Office with my breath out like a teacher who just showed up in front of me.

So I guess I never blamed the disrespect of a teacher who jumped into the dean's office without warning.

The young man is a sorcerer belonging to the fifth class.

He is an official teacher at this Lean Grad School of Sorcery.

The fifth rank is the rank of magician. There are stairs from 1 to 9, which is great enough to make the numbers bigger.

Not that there are clear decisions, but if you make a huge contribution to witchcraft and are recognized for that talent, one by one you will rise.

Kareenin, the dean of this Lean Grad school, is the best staircase as a magician, a ninth class magician.

It is the title of the Great Sage who is allowed to name only six people in the world, but also possesses the highest position as a magician.

By the way, magicians and sages are often confused, but there is no clear difference between these two.

It's just that some of the magicians who have stood by and performed extensively, or contributed a great deal to the public, are called wise men, and sometimes even first-class bottom magicians are called wise men when it comes to polar theory.

Conversely, the man in front of you.

Even if he had a fifth class, quite a staircase as a magician, like him, he would never have been called a wise man if he lacked strength or popularity.

I guess so.

He seems to have sprouted his distorted self-esteem.

Beat the paperwork in your hand on Kareenin.

Kareenin uttered words as she turned her fine jawbeard in white.

"What is this?

"Look, don't you get it! This is the resume of a man who says he's coming next time."

"Well, if you say so, there's a new teacher coming."

When he returned it in a squeamish voice, Kareenin returned it to the man, to the sorcerer McCaw.

"And is there something wrong with this paperwork?

"Yes, I do, isn't this man a fourth class sorcerer!

"Sounds like it. It says here four big."

Kareenin grips her fingers with her dead tree-like hands.

But what is the problem?

"There's a big problem. This is Lengrad School of Magic, the highest school for magicians. It's a prestigious school of witchcraft. I can't believe this kind of background guy is coming in there."

"I don't have a background? It's accompanied by a diploma from a fine magic school."

"It's accompanied, but this man hasn't been engaged in any work since. Graduated from the nearby school of magic with grades far from the chief. It then says in his background that he was immersed in research by devouring his parents' heritage. Why would you invite such a man to our traditional prestigious school as a teacher?"

"My school motto is a magic school open to everyone. There must be a philosophy that pupils, teachers, whatever their origins or ethnicity."

Kareenin said so, referring to the philosophy of the College listed behind his chair.

It is the word of the great great great wise man who founded this College.

"Before magic, everything is equal."

That's what it said. In fact, this School of Magic opens its doors to many students and, if only talented, welcomes any human being.

If you don't have any money, you can rent tuition without interest, and if you are competent, you will be exempt from that tuition after graduation.

That's how we've distributed talented magicians for thousands of years and contributed to this world.

It's not like you don't know about it with the teacher in front of you, McCaw.

Kareenin thought so, but McCaw didn't seem to think so.

"Philosophy is philosophy. I think the philosophy is a picturesque cake. Well, give up a hundred steps and the students can do that, but teachers still deserve respect for their origins and background."

"I see, I mean, McCaw, you don't like the origins and background of this young man like Kite, do you?"

Kareenin glances at the paperwork again when she says so.

This new teacher named Kite really doesn't have a last name. I can assume that's not the noble class.

Besides, the background would also be mediocre, or indeed inferior from the eyes of McCaw, the elite.

That age says 26. McCaw, on the other hand, is 36, and his staircase is also a magician one step above.

Even though my age is ten different, there's only one staircase that changes. I guess that gets to my nose, too.

Though I thought so, I dared not put it out, and Kalinin told me not to.

"But yesterday. This has already been decided by the Council. I can't relax right now."

"That's right. Its board of directors. One of our good teachers thinks that wrongdoing has been done on that board."

"What is injustice?

"It's that witch in the matter. It's a parasite that's been nesting in this leangrad school for hundreds of years."

"Well, was there such a person on the board of directors of our school?

"Don't blur. It's been a long time since that bloody witch set this up."

"Oh, well, a parasite means Lord Iris"

Kareenin did so, but stumbled upon McCaw's words.

"Oh man, I hear you used to teach her, but you couldn't be a formal apprentice, but it's still inappropriate to call the person you once tried to say a teacher a parasite"

"No, it's appropriate. I refused to be his disciple in the first place. I would ask you not to twist the facts. Doesn't this seem like I'm giving back my interest to a kid named Kite with a personal grudge?"

It doesn't look like anything but a personal grudge, Kalinin wanted to make it look that way, but he kept his moderation by silence.

You could have stuck it here on your own, but you wouldn't have to.

Kareenin hated other people's pussies, but was tolerant of speaking grandly and badly in front of him. Instead, we should have a grand debate and settle for it rather than sig it in the belly. That's what I thought.

So Kareenin pointed out that the bloody witch in the matter, Iris Seymour, is directly behind McCaw.

McCaw's expression was stunning. It was like a dumb villain appearing in a comedy.

He was sweating as if his majestic attitude up until then had been a lie.

Illis stares at that figure with an icy sculptural look.

She had a cool voice that deserved that look.

"You've got a pretty good mouth. And you're good at twisting facts. Even if you don't remember, I do. You wanted to be my apprentice, and you knocked on my lab gate with confectionery as a souvenir day after day. There were golden coins stuffed in the confectionery."

Why don't you just scratch the exact forehead you pushed back at that time?

That's how Iris mocked him, but McCaw immediately denies it.

"Hey, I, no, I'm not imitating that.... Ew, you witch. Do you hurt the honor of this McCaw family?"

"No way. I didn't mean it that way. I don't even think I have the honor to hurt you in the first place. You hold the stairs, but they must have been bought by your dad. You yourself did not give any research results, did not contribute to the Sorcerer's Association, and did not benefit the country or the organization. It's a third class, at best."

"Hey, no, that's not true. I became a fifth class by virtue of my strength."

"Strength. I made sure you entered the dean's office, and I often bark at you with a degree of strength that I didn't realize I had transferred to this sight. I didn't even notice the presence of the demon I put in front of this room."

McCao's face was brilliant when he heard the mockery. At first, I thought I was angry at you for turning your face bright red, then pale your face.

"... Eww"

When McCaw leaked that way, he gripped his fist and glanced at Iris, but did nothing more. No, I couldn't.

Because it was all true. That meant that it would not be difficult to point that anger at Illis. There would be zero chance that McCaw would beat Illis even if he tried a thousand fights.

But still, only that self-esteem was in the ninth class.

That's all Illis admits. He still eats to Illis even this time of year.

"Damn......, I don't care about that"

"I don't think it's a good idea. But if you have any objections, shall we listen? It's the language of a student who once had a magic class. There's nothing I wouldn't listen to."

"Yeah, shut up! You witch! I don't care about me at this time. The problem is that I am angry at the fact that you are abusing your authority to invite filthy civilians into this sacred college. No matter how much you are a director of this college, or a man with the title of the Great Sage, you can't abuse your authority."

The more you stand on people, the more you have to discipline yourself, McCaw quotes the founder of the College, who denied it earlier.

Oh, man, that's why the little villain, and Iris and Kareenin sighed at the same time.

Iris, in fact, Kalinin is in his heart, though.

He was such a small person that he couldn't help himself. Illis kept asking and thought I'd ignore him, but he signs his own tongue for execution.

"Hmm, if I tell you the truth, I can't open the crease anymore? Well, no matter how much you are on the board of directors of this college, my father is an empire minister. Look, you're going to have to turn yourself around. If you speak insulting to me, I will not forgive you this time. I am also the leader of the aristocratic class of this college. And a young man named Kite. Besides, she's going to snore out next time."

The moment McCaw makes that happen, the air in the Dean's office freezes.

Ilis distorted the space as he let his body gather his magic in an instant.

Transferring to McCaw's nostalgia in a flash, he hands on his side in a flowing motion.

In fact, I hold hands just a short distance from touching them.

McCaw had no choice but to stare at the sight.

Iris showed his anger that day for the first time.

She said this in an awesome voice, as if to kill God as well.

"Whether you call me a parasite or not, it doesn't matter how much you brag with an abuser of authority. It's half true."

When Iris punctuated the words there, he continued as if he could commit murder.

"But if you get your hands on Fiona, I'll kill you, even if you're Emperor of the Neue Miladin Empire"

That's what Iris affirmed.

He had the look of nowhere assurance that he would not, etc.

to that look, no, McCaw, who feared the intent to kill,

"... ok"

Giraffe, and Iris make a stare.

"... yes, no, I get it"

McCaw told me to squeeze it out with his bloody face.

He left the office of the president with a bumpy foothold.

Then Kareenin and Iris cut into two pieces.

After a lot of silence, they started a conversation.

It was Kareenin who talked to him.

"Oh my God, you bloody witch. Are you going to destroy this chairman's office?"

"If that man had opened that stinking mouth and made further tantrums, that could have happened."

"I see. But that man is scumbag, but he has a point. Indeed, this leangrad school does not question the student's origins, but the quality of the teacher asks. I don't want to welcome people who don't know it as the bones of any horse. It's not my idea, it's the way some conservative teachers think."

"You're going to stir up conservatives like McCaw in this one," he said?

"There's no guarantee that it won't."

"Then all you have to do is resign. Of course, that resignation is not yours. It's mine."

"- Is that how much Lord Illis buys this young man named Kite?"

"Well, I don't know myself. But the only thing I can say is, kids are cute."

Kareenin turns her eyes round when she hears the words.

Am I overweighing the meaning?

Illis explains to Kareenin.

"People like us who don't have children won't know, but it means that children have the power to change people dramatically. My apprentice noticed it earlier than I did. And he came relying on me. It will be my duty as a mentor to do everything I can to help you."

That's what I said, but Iris wasn't going to let Kareenin understand the emotions that sprouted in him.

I just trusted you about an old sage named Kareenin.

This is what Illis entrusts to him at the end.

"Well, a man named Kite is quite knowledgeable and full of strength. I'm not worried about this one. It wouldn't even be conservative harassment."

"Quite a reckoning."

"He's the best and most powerful apprentice of this great sage, Iris Seymour."

But go on.

"I still can't rely on a daughter named Fiona. Dean, I can't reside in this college, so could you take care of her?

Kalinin immediately said, "Let's try to be convenient."

There is something about Kareenin's educational policy that does not depend on her, but Kareenin was not so narrow a person as to reject this witch's whispering wishes.

"Well, let's keep an eye on her for a quick, fun college life."

When Kareenin said so, Illis smiled for the first time that day.