Legend

"I see, having S-class classes...... wasn't that hard? There is certainly strength in S-class, but at the same time, pride is high. I get a little nervous in class, too. I'd like to concentrate on magic research if I can."

Unfortunately, he says otherwise, and Samaroon carries the bread in his hand to his mouth.

The first night of Ray's instructor's life.

That day, in the dorm dining room, Ray was having dinner in conversation with Samaroon.

No, Samaroon isn't the only one eating with Ray at this table.

"Um, is that right? The S-Class students will listen to us quite a bit, won't they?

A teacher in her twenties, a laid-back woman, tells her as she stretches her spoon to a stew with plenty of utensils.

At first, faculty and staff living in this staff dorm were also wondering what attitude to take towards Ray.

But a few people were helping where they were having trouble interacting with Samaroon, and as a result, to some extent the others were able to talk to Ray.

But even though we can talk, we can't have that much friendly conversation.

Ray, who is not that good at dating people originally, is the only one who talks about classes and hardly talks about personal matters.

But you also understand that instructors and officials can't call Ray a child yet...... but he's never old enough to call him an adult.

Exchange words by choosing a topic so Ray can't catch too much breath.

As a result, the bulk of the story is about classes, though there may be no alternative to this being a cadet school.

"That's because those guys are after you.... Anyway. Sometimes teaching something to students, not just to S-classes, can be taught by instructors. Ray, I'm glad you're studying the area."

One of the instructors who was dining near Ray squeaks.

(Former Rank B Adventurer...... Was it?

Ray also knew about the man because he was the one who came out several times when he was talking to Samaroon.

Formerly the same Rank B Adventurer as Ray, even if he's already retired from Adventurer.

Why don't you talk to Samaroon if he's having any trouble on that side because he doesn't really know how to behave as an adventurer? They said so.

"And... from now on, there will be quite a few adventurers in the cadet school. With that in mind, I don't think you need to worry too much about Ray because he's not going to be that prominent from now on."

Soon, the story had turned to something about Ray's appearance, a topic that stood out very prominently as Ray, younger than the students, as a teacher, and that's what a former Rank B adventurer man said.

"An adventurer?

Ray, who doesn't know why so many adventurers are coming, asks as he reaches for the skewer.

Note, it's only been a day since Ray started living in this dorm, but the dorm dining room had changed dramatically in that day.

Specifically, both the quantity and quality of the diet have increased.

The reason seems to be that even though an adventurer of aliases is coming to Graciar with every royalist rub involved, it would be a disgrace to the Duke of Quent family to not be satisfied with the meal.

When Ray told Samaroon about eating in the cafeteria, there was a conversation going on from there to the school director, and as a result the meal had improved considerably.

More than alive, a meal is naturally good enough if it tastes good.

The improvement in that area will certainly be one of the reasons why those living in this dorm have become more fond of Ray.

Some people don't hold back about eating, but you're only a minority.

The biggest anxiety of those currently living in staff dormitories can be that the quality of meals will fall in the spring when Ray leaves the cadet school.

"Oh. Gilm with Ray will be the same, but basically an adventurer doesn't take requests in the winter. That's just the guy who was able to save money over the winter. Those who fail to save money for any reason naturally have to make money during the winter."

It was two women adventurers who wasted too much money loving Seto who passed Ray's brain on the man's words.

The two of them said that one of them was going to do the request without the real money they had been saving, and the other was stopped by his companions trying to get their hands on the gold they had brought when they came from the Bestian Empire, and that they were going to do the request.

Of course there are other people who make requests in the winter, but it was still those two who made a strong impression on Ray.

"I guess. I know someone like that."

"... even someone I know with an alias has such a thing? Whatever it is, it's a delicious request from the cadet school. I don't need to go outside Graciar, and I can move my body for once, so I'm not blunt."

"It's a delicious story."

"Oh. I guess the only reason I can do that is because there is a cadet school in Graciar, ruled by this Duke of Quent. I can't do anything similar in other cities... let alone villages."

The man's words were true.

The only reason you're so wealthy is because this is the Duke of Quent's lap, which would be a testament to the fact that you're throwing so much money into the cadet school.

I realize that I wish I could do something similar in Guild to a man's words... that Ray would not be able to do it.

After eating the skewer I was grabbing along with that thought, and trying to put the skewer back on the plate, the samaroon accidentally sat in the front shouting out loud.

"Ahhh! I remember that in my current story! Excuse me, Mr. Ray. I forgot what that brain muscle told me."

Some of us in the dining room frown slightly on the word brain muscle.

If we stay in this cadet school long enough, it is naturally close to the well-known fact that Samaroon and Iskeld are friends - although they won't admit it in person.

And most people naturally know that Samaroon means Iskeld when it comes to brain muscle.

No matter how close you two are, Iskeld is still treated as one of the heroes as the one who lives in Graciar.

Yes, but therefore, a few people are not amused if they call the hero a brain muscle.

He turns his gaze to Samaroon like they blame, but continues to speak to Ray in a way that he doesn't care at all.

"Here's a message from that brain muscle, I think I would have planned to meet with the Duke of Quent tonight, but he wants me to postpone it for a while because it got harder due to a sudden matter"

"Really?... Well, I don't really like being tough either, so you're welcome to extend the visit. Ning Lo, you can leave without a visit."

"That would be a little difficult. I think the Duke of Quent should see you once, because we're bothering Mr. Ray because of our own inconvenience."

"... something like that?

"Yeah, definitely"

Ray, listening to Samaroon snort confidently, looks around.

Then most of the people who watched the story go back to sneering that they agreed with Samaroon.

(Honestly, I don't like being really tough or anything)

Normally, a visit to the Duke cannot be made that way, even if you wish.

For those who want to make a connection with the Duke of Quent, I would say an excellent opportunity.

If such a man hears what Ray has to say now, he will definitely be angry.

Or say you're going to see the Duke of Quent instead...

"If you don't have plans for tonight, that's fine. You'll need to think of something to spare."

"Are you free? So what do you say we talk about magic with me?

"Uh... I'm sorry, but that's a bit. I know I told you a few times, but in my case, I'm sensibly using magic. So even if they talk about fine magic theories and all that, I'm in trouble."

"But Mr. Ray has a magic master, doesn't he? Didn't that guy teach you all sorts of magic theories?

"I don't know. Like I was taught, like I wasn't taught... anyway, it's true that that's not for me. I'm sorry, but I hope you don't mind."

"... Really? I'm sorry, but I can't help it."

I guess Samaroon also thought it would just be annoying to ask Ray out any more forcibly. Pull back heavily.

The other faculty and staff who watched it had a look like it was starting again......

Just seeing that, it's obvious how magically Samaraun is inclined to have that conversation.

(I'd like that kind of conversation to be someone other than me if I could)

Ray finishes his meal with that in mind.

And when he finishes eating the last bite of simmered meat, he rises from the spot.

I saw it, a man sitting nearby calls out to Ray.

"Yeah? Is that enough?

"Oh. I'm so satisfied, it's time to go back to my room. He seems to be a teacher, and he'll need to figure out how to teach mock warfare."

I was entrusted with the role of teaching people, whether temporary or whatever, as instructors.

I've done the same thing several times before, Ray, but it's not the same way I teach it to Basrello, and it's hard to train like I taught the former guerrilla face to face.

Especially if you're going to train using skills like the armor of a king or the red armor of a flaming emperor, like you did in the face of a former guerrilla squad, you may lose your very willingness to fight instead of working out.

That can also mean a loss of confidence in a complete sense, not a temporary one...... if you do poorly, you can give yourself too huge a trauma, and then all the worst S-class students will voluntarily leave the cadet school.

(Well, maybe that's what I should do if it means weakening the forces of the Kings... I'm cooperating with Master Dusker, but it's not like I'm neutral. Besides, a party of the Duke of Quent should be on the side of the solemn act of discipline, that is, the nobility that has not yet rotted…)

I can't say for sure because I haven't met the Duke of Quent himself yet, but I also have the idea that if the Duke of Quent were a typical corrupt aristocrat in the first place, a child like Marka wouldn't be able to grow up free.

(Most of all, in today's mock fight, the whole class hung up on me, and it ended without being able to scratch one. Considering the area, it might have traumatized you enough)

Past the back of Ray's brain was not the face of the four-year S class in the highest grade...... but the face of the three-year S class that played a mock fight afterwards.

As exemplified by the example, I couldn't tell from a glance at Ray that he was a teacher - naturally in a way - but a few challenged the fight with insult and sank to the ground without being able to do anything.

Since then, I have seriously tried mock warfare, realizing that Ray is not the only one, but still ends up sinking to the ground as well.

Ultimately, we challenge the whole class, and still end up with the same eyes.

The four-year one seemed to have managed to rebuild itself by the fact that it was the highest grade, but it seemed to Ray's eyes that some of the three years were about to break his will.

"I guess that area depends on tomorrow."

"Yeah? What's up?

A man nearby turns his gaze to the words out of Ray's mouth.

And if it's nothing, I shake my neck to the side, and Ray leaves the dining room.

Keep going upstairs and back to the room reserved for you, lie down in bed as you go.

"Nevertheless... I wonder how to work out. I knew it would be best to point out where you'd be vulnerable, like you were doing to Basrello? But if you point out weaknesses to all those people every time, it's too much trouble."

In the simulated battle against Basrello, he was able to use such means because Basrello was alone.

However, in this case, it is a four-year S class and a three-year S class, both classes have a solid capacity of forty people.

It was also very annoying for Ray to point out all the numbers.

"Besides, unlike Basrello, you're half-baked and confident in your strength. I made him admit it in today's mock fight. So if you ask me to listen to what I'm saying... I don't know."

While that's how I feel the class from tomorrow is going to be pretty tough... Ray was going to spend the night.

"This man... the great enemy"

While in the dark, the man reads the letter and raises his surprise.

But soon, he meditates his eyes as they are and squeals with sincere thoughts.

"All in the name of the Holy Goddess of Light"