Dream Life

Tria History October 2, 2016

Three years passed since Mel and Dan started living together, too.

Me and Sharon successfully advanced to fifth grade, the finest student. And his studies in the woods, including Mel and Dan, are performing well and leveling up.

We “Zach Cartel” are all fourth-level adventurers, and Liddy is a third-level adventurer. Beatrice stayed in third grade in the relationship we were dating, but let her tell me that even if we were doing it solo, we wouldn't have gone up above third grade.

My level is forty-one for a swordsman and forty-two for a swordsmanship skill. Forty overs are cleared by graduation. Even better avoidance skills are fifty two, and they grow to the point where they can cross each other with a first-rate mercenary, a fourth-level mercenary.

The magician says the wind, earth and metallicity are forty-six, and other attributes have risen from forty-two to forty-four, and as an adventurer mage, there are few magicians at this level, even court mages in the magical and famous Kingdom of Sartooth.

I just have one thing to worry about. That's about swordsmanship.

The growth slowed from the area beyond level 35, and at the current pace, it would be best to exceed level 45 by graduation. Beyond a certain level, he said his skill development would drop, and I seem to have reached that limit at thirteen.

Fortunately, things are going well when it comes to magic, wind attributes are up in battle, and soil attributes and metallicity are up with the help of Professor Raspade. If you go at this pace, you will be able to exceed level fifty by graduation.

And the important thing is you've grown taller. Compared to life-threatening skills and magic, they're going to say it's about height, but it's important to me.

He is now less than one hundred and eighty cm tall. Finally, I stopped looking up at Liddy. However, I feel a little too thin because of my low muscle strength, but it is still growing well.

Sharon is doing well with Wind Class 44 and Fire Class 42. But the last year or so has seen a slowdown in leveling, and the professor says this is the difference between me and Sharon's talent. Well, they say the average mage goes up one level a year, so I'm pretty sure he's got a lot of talent because he's up three to four levels a year, even though he's slowed down.

Moreover, the swordsmanship skills exceed fifteen due to the archaeological achievements of swordsmanship with Liddy, and are far superior to the young adventurers who rush out.

Her appearance, but about a hundred and fifty cm tall, is the smallest of us, but she grows into a beautiful girl with light colored beautiful blonde hair, light blue, clear sky blue big eyes and long eyelashes.

Unlike before, she wears leather armor and hangs her skinny short sword on her waist, giving the smiling impression that the princess of patience is doing the whole adventurer thing.

About Mel, but swordsmanship has left me completely behind.

Her swordsman level is forty-four, her skills forty-five, and her stretching worries like mine have yet to begin. I'm secretly wondering if she's above talent level four, in terms of my character settings.

Mel, who is fifteen years old, was originally a healthy girl with red hair in her big brown eyes, but now has a feminine figure and is about to peel from the girl to an adult woman. Even the appearance of swinging a bastard sword on boneless leather armor is reminiscent of the war maiden, or even of a kind of colour.

No more mental instability, as before, and a pleasant personality remains childhood. I'm glad I brought you here just for that.

Dan's hiding from us and he's not noticeable, but I'm wondering if he's the most grown up.

His swordsman level is thirty-two, and his skills are thirty-four.

Archer level 35 with 36 skills.

At fifteen, having all this skill is amazing enough, but as for sign perception and secrecy, I, of course, outweigh even Beatrice, comparable to his father, Guy.

Dan has a well-conceived face of his mother, Claire, who has grown into a slightly tinted straw-colored blonde hair and a slender shaped second (handsome).

For this reason, there are not a few women who come to him, ranging from the same generation of girls in the new city to Beatrice and the same generation of mid thirties female adventurers.

But he still can't break his feelings for Mel, and he says no to all of them. I don't know if it's because of that, but my male suspicions don't disappear until after hours.

Liddy, but she too. Wind attribute magic reached level fifty five, and bow art surpassed fifty. I barely got to the level in the years before I came to Doctus, but only because I started hunting demons with us here.

These days, I'm getting used to this city, and I'm losing the point of staying hooded. Golden hair with slightly lighter green, dark emerald eyes, smooth nose beams, white magnetic dull skin, and a style with a smooth body shape but feminine curves. With the beauty that all of that seems perfect, the Doctus men sigh every time they see her.

Still, I rarely smile other than us if I don't like being heard from men. From using the magic of Snow Storm (Blizzard), some say “Ice Princess”.

Beatrice has been an awesome magician at level 51 since we met, but he reached level 60 this year. Level 60 at thirty-four is pretty high compared to the same period of his grandfather, Govan Lockhart. Beatrice herself was surprised by this.

"I thought my level was a blow to the head. I didn't think you'd come up here."

I didn't really understand what she was saying. It's not so strange from our level, and first of all, my grandfather and his squire are still on the level.

"I'm still young, so it wouldn't be weird to level up. I was afraid our guard might have slowed us down."

When I say that, Beatrice shakes her head wide aside.

"Before I met you, it took me a year and a half to get from level 50 to 51. I'm with you, so I'm looking up better."

Beatrice said so and forcefully theorized that I had the power to improve my fellow abilities and that it was a gift from God. Both Liddy and Mel support her idea, but I deny it.

"Now my memory of coming to this world is suspicious, but I don't remember being given that power. Plus Dan, Mel and Sharon are working incredibly hard. Of course, so are you. It's not a pleasant story to be honest to be told that that's my power given to me by God. I think I'm the fruit of everyone's efforts."

Beatrice said she still said something, but you understood what I was trying to say, and you didn't say anything more.

We had three peaceful years growing up.

In the last three years, one of the things that has changed a lot besides us has been Senator Worgman of the Magician's Guild. He finally became the head of the Sorcerer's Guild, President of the Council and commonly referred to as the Guild Leader.

His political enemies, but Senator Ibbetson, who was chairman of the HR committee, was given a hiatus after his term of office, and now there is no longer any mention of him within the guild. Another rival, Rep. Forsyth, chairman of the Finance Committee, is similarly turning to idleness.

And although he is arguably the biggest enemy, Councillor Miles Isherwood, without succeeding Councilman Ibbetson, assumed the post of Branch Manager of the Imperial Capital of the Caerm Empire, Primes. On the surface it is a flourish, but the substance is a leftward transition.

Primus is an historic city where the headquarters of the Sorcerer's Guild was before it moved here to Doctus, a large branch that goes into five fingers among several branches. However, in a decadent imperial capital, the work of the Sorcerer's Guild is small, and neither the imperial side nor the Guild has such a proactive approach that there is no place for him to act as a diplomat.

Isherwood said in disillusionment he headed to the single Plymouth.

Having crippled his political enemies, the chancellor is currently in the process of reforming the Sorcerer's Guild.

And Speaker Worgman's magician guild reform extends to the Tilia School of Magic.

As regards the faculty of the College, Worgman introduced a qualification system in order to select more than certain competencies. My opinion has also been taken into account in the introduction of this system.

Firstly, about teaching, but the system whereby Alliance staff slipped and took up teaching positions, as before, was abolished. It introduces qualification tests like teaching licenses and is recruited after identifying its competence as a teaching professor. Exactly not all replacements will come true in a few years, but nevertheless many young people are recruited who are motivated to focus on teachers in lower grades, achieving a certain amount of results.

Further, for researchers, those who failed to achieve certain results over a period of time became expelled from the college. The results of the research are evaluated in papers and presentations within the College, and the Board of Education and Research is in the process of examining them. So far, it looks like a situation where several researchers are standing at Setouchi.

Me and Sharon's college life, but I haven't been much affected by the reform of the college.

It feels almost unchanged from my freshman year, and I don't really have my feet in the classroom with Professor Raspade's guidance or going into the woods. The only thing is that in the fourth grade, Liddy's old friend, Professor Kitley Erbain, began his lecture, to the extent that he is attending it.

The college curriculum says that in senior grades of more than four years, all of them originally spend less time in the same classroom because they will receive a professional education for each attribute.

Last month, in September, shortly after five years, there was routine outdoor training.

It's training to go hunting demons in the North Forest on a class-by-class basis, but clearly it was something we didn't need.

Go where the college arranged adventurers left out dangerous demons and left only weak demons of the tenth degree or so, such as goblins, wild dogs, and horned rabbits. In addition, the class will be escorted not only by instructors, but also by about ten mercenaries.

The other grad students are excited about their first fight in action, but me and Sharon, and Quentin Worgman, who go into the woods and encourage them to level up, were outdoors trained in a whitey mood.

By the way, Sharon and I were on a higher level than the mercenaries at the escort. After all, nothing has happened and two nights and three days of outdoor training have been successfully completed.

The greatest achievement of three years of college life has been the development of original magic and the production of magic props.

Original magic had been created with tricks out of the professor's sight, but about magic props, sometimes referred to as the professor's specialty, he has learned it with dignity.

Demonic prop making, but for not choosing the talent of the production system, I am able to make pretty good stuff.

The magic props are made of a combination of the energy source, Demonic Crystal Stone, and the starting circuit, Magic Formation.

Magic formation, but this is an easy logic circuit, and once you remember reason, it's not that hard. He has received acclaim with an expert in witchcraft comparable to his professor thanks to the memory of his previous life.

So far, I have not invented (...) any demonic props that would change the world. Precisely suppresses existing demonic props to the extent that they improve their performance.

The solicitation from the professor is intensified because of this.

Speaking of solicitation, since last year or so, I have been frequently solicited from non-professors. In the beginning, it seemed that the magician guild chairman Worgman had called out with the intention of buying Aotea, but soon from the courts of the countries - the Kingdom of Sartooth, the Kingdom of Lax, the Kingdom of Kaum, etc. - the voices also began to hang.

I guess it's natural because the famous Professor Raspade admires him as one genius every millennium and he says he'll be lining up with Professor Raspade when it comes to magic equipment in the fourth grade, but he didn't think solicitation would start more than two years before graduation.

At the behest of the Sorcerer's Guild, he initially said he would promise to treat him as an associate professor at the Tilia School of Sorcery, but he has said he will soon be a professor with graduation.

This was the result of a solicitation match between the nations, and Sartooth promised me the Baron position without any merit, and the Kingdom of Kaum said Speaker Worgman proposed a territory comparable to the Associate Baron and Viscount Territory, because Lax promised the same treatment.

He showed up like a professional sportsman's scouting match, and as far as I'm concerned, he had a pretty hard time saying no.

You heard more about my feud, and the Caerm Empire called. This was more a form of proximity to an order than solicitation, a summons request to the Imperial capital Plymouth. As a frog, formally speaking, it seemed to be to the extent that pride would not tolerate depriving other countries of their own ministers, which did not offer significant conditions.

Among other things, the most troublesome thing to say no was solicitation from the northern governor of the Caerm Empire, Uncle Raswell Borderline. The Lockhart family formally falls under the authority of the Empire and, more directly, the Raswell Border Uncle. My grandfather has been given the rank of Knight over Uncle Borderline, and my brother, Rodrick, is now on Borderline Uncle Borderline territory as a Knight of the Northern Governor's Army.

The problem was further complicated by his brother's engagement to Uncle Borderline's youngest daughter.

After all, he declared that he did not belong to any organization, and at the end of the day refused to solicit a borderline uncle in such a way as to half-threaten him to throw away Lockhart's name.

I'm glad you appreciated my abilities. I'm worried about the future because my name is selling too much and it's going to cause trouble.

My brother's story came out, but my brother, Rodrick, is now eighteen years old and has been entrusted with the task of captaining a small unit of the Northern Governor's Army, which is pretty handy on the Raswell Border Uncle Territory.

He seems to be favored by a wide range of people, from civilians to senior nobles, because he has a low back for it and deals with it independently of anyone else. The fact that Uncle Borderline allowed his most adorable youngest daughter to get engaged tells the story.

After the ceremony around the summer next year in Wellburn, the capital of Borderline Bo Territory, my brother seems to be planning to take advantage of it to quit the northern governor's army and return to the village of Rasmore. I hear this is the result my fiancé Rosalind wanted, but I haven't heard the details.

I'm supposed to be back in the village next summer, too, so the Lockhart family will be gathering in the hills again.