One day, when I got home, Chloe, the maid doll, tickled these words.
"Hot Blood Teacher"
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Silence keeps her going further.
"Teacher of Passion in Lean Grad. The school's most popular teacher. They're spreading that nickname."
"By the way, is that my nickname teacher?
"Is there another teacher in this space?
I don't even have to look over.
Unless your master has a space transfer before you know it.
No, is it rude to put the master in the same line because even then he is a professor at the top of the teacher's rank, which should also be a post with a great deal of 'lifetime honor' attached to it over his head?
Anyway, apparently I've been called by that nickname lately.
I say with my head on.
"I don't care if they call me Dr. Hot Blood. I'm just doing my classes normally."
Fiona denies that well.
"That's not true, your father's class has a reputation for being very easy to understand."
My daughter emphasises that, but I have trouble being so welcome in that degree of class.
When I was confused, the poisonous maid defended me like this.
"That must be it. I guess the ratings are sweetening because people who were usually lazy suddenly motivated them. That's it. It's a theory that makes you look like a good person when bad things are done. Normal gaps confuse people."
That's what Chloe says, but it could indeed be.
I thought so myself, so I couldn't argue with it.
"Your father's class is interesting, though."
Fiona is unhappy.
By the way, there are ten pairs in all for the first regeneration, but my class is slightly below average score.
In the meantime, he was named to the roster at the staff meeting.
Especially from teachers in the next class.
"Dr. Kite's class is loud"
I also get a lot of complaints that
Evidence that I didn't let him study much, or indeed, it was a laughing-stricken class.
I give very little homework, and in that sense, the students' popularity may be high and natural.
"I talked to the kid in the next class, and he said if I laughed in class, he'd make me stand in the hallway with a bucket."
Or they make me clean the creepy experimental building nicknamed "The Haunted Mansion" and the students.
"That's what I said. No corporal punishment."
"You're a sweet teacher."
"When I was a student, it wasn't like this."
And laugh.
"A thousand years ago, it was a completely different ethic."
"Right. If it was a joke in class, I'd have had a raw nail."
"Hey, raw nails..."
Trembling Fiona.
"I guess a lesson then. What makes me so hard on corporal punishment? I won't be such a shitty teacher. Maybe he teaches on the other hand."
By the way, the teacher at the time is no longer from the world.
I thought you would have died in a way that wasn't Roku, but would you say that you would be exposed to hatred in your life?
He seemed to have lived a long time until he was 90.
The descendants also seem to be alive and well, and they seem to be court magicians in the empire for generations.
Seems, because that's what my master told me, not that I actually have any knowledge with his descendants.
With that in mind, the master's face came to mind.
We've been coming to this college for months. It was a moment for me, a thousand years sage, but it would be a long month for my daughter.
Anyway, her real age is two years and months.
I haven't seen my aunt for three months after spending nearly a year with her.
Come on, I guess I've already forgotten my master's face, too.
That's what I think, I'll ask my daughter.
She seems lonely.
"I want to see Aunt Illis. Even every day. But she's busy at work, so I'm patient."
My daughter also says healthy.
He just hasn't forgotten his face.
"Aunt Illis is an amazing beauty."
And I say it with a smile.
"Well, you're a beauty indeed. Once you see it, you can't forget it, or if you forget it, it's dangerous."
It's a famous story in the magician neighborhood that the face of a bloody witch can be a disaster if you don't remember it.
Many magicians have worked crude on her and have been rewarded in the name of punishment.
In that sense, it can also be said to be "a person of caution not to be forgotten".
Yes, I represented my master, but that would be a magician's story and not related to my daughter, who is my niece.
Even if you forget the master's face, there is no way the master will punish his daughter.
However, you will grieve.
In that sense, it was time to take my daughter to her master, because it was one hand.
"Right. Olba will miss you too."
was Chloe's word.
"Right. I haven't seen that bitch's face in a while."
Orba is the name of the master's keeper.
Fiona's been muffled all the time.
Fiona's tension clearly rises when Olba's name is tickled.
"I want to see Olba, I want to moff again!
And I'm jumping.
Fiona was an animal lover. Clever among them, Olba was her big favorite and used to read picture books with her. - Even so, Fiona was just making me read it unilaterally.
"I can't forget that horrible smile of a master, but Olba is like everywhere. Plus the word birdhead. Olba might forget about Fiona, not Fiona."
"Yep! You were so close, you'd forget my face?
"It's all the same, right? From the human eye. It's the same thing, and from the standpoint of it, humans should look the same."
"Isn't that just your father? Each one is different, isn't it?
"I can't tell the difference."
I assured you so, but that seems to be just me.
Chloe is joining us here.
"Chloe is not human, but she clearly remembers the features of Orba's feathers and the pattern of his beak. I'm confident I can discern them even if I let them get mixed up in a hundred."
Chloe turns to Fiona when she says so.
Fiona agrees, "Right?"
With that said, Fiona looks back at this one again,
"Your father has a weak love for animals. I ask for reflection."
And I've scolded you.
It was a little awkward for my daughter to scold me, but I honestly apologize here.
It gets unconditionally sweet on my daughter.
But no excuses, but I'll give you an explanation.
"I'll remember the features of Olba's feathers next time, but if they're the features of Olba's behavior, I know them."
"Really?
Fiona to be seen with a jito eye.
"True. I'm not gonna lie to Fiona."
I don't know.
"I won't tell you. Let me show you proof. Orba knocks on the window three times when he comes to use it. Conn, Conn, Conn, Conn, Conn."
When I say that, I point to the window.
My daughter and maid looking back at the tip of that finger.
There was one of them.
If I'm right, there must be a white-like squawk staring out that window about Olba.
I couldn't think of anything else in time, but, in fact, that pimp looks like Olba.
Fiona said, "It's Olba! Running over, he is moffed as he is mobbed.
It was about my daughter Fiona who allowed that to happen.
He is the demon of one of the six wise men, Iris Seymour.
Normal Orba is so noble and temperamental that he can't even touch it easily.
Now, that's so sweet, but nothing has come this far to moff Fiona.
It must have been something of an emergency before, like when I showed up.
That's what I thought. I approached him.
"Now, what requirements did the master bring in"
I have been with the witch, the Lord of the Users Demons, for nearly a thousand years, but her haste was often not cursory either.
I stroked the back of my mouth in a mix of exhalations.