Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

King Andrew had put his arms around him with a difficult face in front of his desk in his own office.

On the desk in front of him was a pile of documents.

Andrew is not very good at clerical work.

He looked difficult and waited for reinforcements to arrive.

He's not really willing to move his hand for now.

Then the office door is knocked.

Andrew just stood up from the chair saying he was waiting.

"James! Well done for coming, come on in."

"Excuse me," Andrew said in a serious voice, then the door opened.

Then a man walks into the office and gives thanks to Andrew.

He is forty years old, a man of long stature and a magician on the top of the Buddha.

And he was a man near King Andrew and also the court magic master of the kingdom.

Standing from his seat, Andrew turned to him with the thought of welcoming reinforcements - and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"James, what's wrong with you, that mole on your cheek?

"... No, there's nothing particularly wrong with that. I ran into my son in the hallway there."

"Oh, you met William!... and so why can I have a mole on my cheek. Did you even have a parent-child fight?

Andrew asks, inviting James into the room.

And when I sat him in front of a desk prepared apart from his own, I reflected the vast majority of the documents that were on your desk.

James wrinkles between his eyebrows, but gets to work.

"─ It's more about being beaten unilaterally than fighting. Either way, I don't care."

"No, you'd care. That William hit you? That sounds like an interesting story. Let me hear it."

Andrew, who says so, only showed signs of standing in front of James's desk for a chat.

James sighs one thing.

"... well, it's not like I'm gonna hide it, so I don't mind."

That being said, the Master of Court Magic, moving his hands at the same time, did not envelop his own Lord with the events he had encountered in the hallway earlier.

It is the discipline of this man named James around not discussing any impression manipulation for himself and really not covering it up.

And when he heard the story, King Andrew laughed so hard that he couldn't stand it.

"Buhhahahaha! You...! So you told your own son that he was just like a toddler! Ha, ha, ha! No, that's funny. You parents and kids!

"... Your Majesty, would you refrain from any further insults? After that, I won't be able to sit on my stomach."

"No, I'm sorry, no offense. You're so funny, you know."

…………

James looks flashy, but Andrew doesn't look bad either.

Andrew is not a tyrant, but he is not a noble man.

This is who Andrew is.

And showing that appearance also meant that he trusted his own proximity in front of him.

Andrew stops by James and laughs.

"─ But it's James. If you were to say 'vulgar' to an important fellow who has been suffering with you, then even Ah William would be angry. I'll beat you up with that. Instead, if you shut up there, it wouldn't be the other way around. No, some of that stuff is pretty hot, I've reviewed it. That's my daughter's son-in-law candidate."

"... Your Majesty overestimates the arr. I'm still a child."

"Maybe so. - But this is my idea. That William kid is still going to stretch. I feel like I'm immature right now, but I feel like I'm in a hell of a situation."

When I hear that Andrew say it, James's hand, which was moving to document processing to flow, stops.

But soon again, the hand starts to move.

"Is it Master Left?... Doesn't sound like it to me"

"Ho. So you're betting?

"No, I won't gamble."

"... really hard, you parents and kids are"

"More than that, Your Majesty. Go ahead and do it yourself."

"Ooh. Sorry."

With such a conversation, the men of the father's generation took up loads of chores.