From the rattling and rocking ride carriage, I watched the view out loud.
As soon as he leaves the Wang capital, the vast countryside expands, and he sees the farmers making the cows pull the plumage.
You can also see how goats and pigs eat grass and fruit, and how young children are still rushing around in shakes.
"You're idyllic."
I smile all alone.
We brave men are fighting demon kings everywhere because of unfounded emotions like this.
"But now I don't know if we're obsessed with inner rubbing and power struggles between brave men.... and sigh."
I actually sigh loudly, just a little face out the carriage window.
As far back as the streets the carriage had travelled, we could see the splendid buildings of the College of the Brave in the corner of the Wang Capital, which soars ahead of its gentle downhill.
It won't be long before I get back there.
If I were to come back, a year later...
I was the cause of this journey, of what happened yesterday.
When I was a teacher at the College of the Brave in Wang Du, when I was instructed by Cyrus, an officer of the Brave Men's Association, to come to the president's office, I already had a bad feeling at that stage.
And unfortunately, that hunch has been centered.
"Well, Dr. Brett. Do you have any openings?
A man sitting in the chair of the board and holding great hands on a desk full of authority sees me standing in front of him and says that.
It is this nervous, elderly man whose gray hair and facial wrinkles began to stand out as he plugged into old age that is Cyrus, an officer of the Brave Men's Association.
By the way, behind that cyrus, three male students stood looking at me hatefully, wrapped around their bodies in bandages for pain.
These are three of the students I was teaching, all of whom are bonbong brave men born into leading nobles and millionaires' houses...
I mean, the scenario they claim was something like this.
A teacher, I, Brett, worked assaults during class on the three male students there.
A teacher named Brett is a hell of a violent teacher and a disqualified teacher.
Complaints have also been received from leading aristocrats and millionaires, the parents of these male students.
You are not worthy to teach at this King's Capital College of the Brave.
Therefore, you are ordered to move to the College of the Brave in a small, remote village - well, that's why.
If you ask me what caused this...
Cyrus is a board member of the Brave Men's Association who holds the college's personnel rights, but I've been criticizing this guy for his power-wrapped ways every time.
I guess that's what Cyrus, who didn't care, is a stomach buildup to fly me to seclusion with difficulty.
It should be noted that according to one colleague's female teacher, "Dr. Brett has a passion for education because of his students' thoughts, and his abilities as a teacher and a brave man are amazing, but I'm worried that he won't be left any time soon because he won't think about the world".
The worry seemed to hit me beautifully, and even for me, there was nothing else than bending my mouth to the letter to.
By the way, the rich Bonbon boys students in the back standing in the guise of major injuries were the ones who didn't have enough strength yet but were all pride and didn't try to take classes properly.
I've always told them to work harder because they're not strong enough as they are, and I wonder if that turned into resentment against me.
So, what's good about that place, Cyrus must have used it.
Around that time, there is some reflection on how to teach me how to finally...
It's just, well, there wasn't much more I could do than that already happened.
It's a scenario drawn by Cyrus who likes power struggles and conspiracy plays.
I don't like this kind of politics, and I thought the outer moat was more or less buried.
So I guess it's just useless to resist, but...
Well, I thought I would try to defend myself to some degree because he said how the opening of the application was.
"No, even if they say assault, I'm not doing enough classes to get you seriously injured like that. Plus, you're raising brave men to fight demon kings, so it's gonna be some rough classes. If you were educating a flower garden with zero violence, you wouldn't grow a brave man."
In the meantime, I made a genuine point.
The College of the Brave is a college that trains brave men to fight demon kings.
Naturally, if we don't do combat training, we won't talk.
In the meantime, for example, during the practice of melee combat, it is of course a routine tea meal that has been pushed or fallen, and about needles and scratches really occur.
Or even letting students meet each other with a cloth-wrapped wooden sword would normally take about bruising in some cases.
If I try to avoid those injuries a hundred percent, I won't be able to practice with any flesh.
There will be no such ridiculous story in the College of Braves that raises brave men to fight demon kings.
And even if I didn't work the assault myself, if injuries occurred as a result in my class, I can tell you that the teacher conducted such a violent education.
I mean, this story is a one-to-ten argument.
But when I answered that, a man who was a clerk by the side of the room started filling in something more exposing himself to the paper at hand.
Seeing that, I thought, well, that would be Cyrus' kid anyway, so I guess they're rewriting the fine nuances and stuff for the convenience of the other side.
"Teacher Brett replied, 'If there's some violence, it's fine, it's more necessary'" or something.
And Cyrus, on the other hand, stared at me sharply.
"So Dr. Brett claims these students are lying? Besides, he affirmed his own violent classes and said he didn't even intend to do reflections."
I thought it was a fried leg removal until it was beautiful, but it was certainly an argument that if you twisted what I said well, that wouldn't happen.
It's also troublesome to deal with them, so I ignored the fact that they took the word butt and replied honestly.
"Well, is that going to happen? I'm reflecting a little bit on the fact that I've given such lying guidance. And how many of you in this king's capital are high healing magic users? Assuming you're injured, you don't need to wrap it around with a bandage like this. Why are these guys dressed like this?
I darkly said, "For the production of pain, right? ♪ I put a disgust on it. ♪
Then Cyrus, who received it, chipped his tongue.
Then in frustration, bang and slap the desk.
"Brett, what are you talking about? I didn't know you just had no attitude of reflection about waving assault on the students or calling them liars! Besides, even if you wield violence, you just need to heal it with healing magic, and so on, and so forth, you rant suspiciously about your ears!
The secretary will also fill in further regarding what Cyrus said.
Apparently, just for what we said, they picked up the statement for convenience, and the dimensions were that our neck would tighten.
Of course, healing magic. I didn't mean that.
The Cyrus one really has a mouth turn in places like this.
Well, anyway, it's a farce from the start, a race that can be made.
I was just wondering if there was anything else I should ask you.
I took my gaze off Cyrus and said to the three boys students behind me.
"Are you sure that's all right? Don't you regret it?
To my words, the three boys distracted themselves from me.
Well, I wasn't talking about struggling if I wanted to be revamped with such a word.
There's revulsion in the way Cyrus involves those students, but even those guys are good. Come on, they're too old to say.
What I do is ultimately up to me and I have to take on the responsibility for it myself.
Even if I don't resent them, the scars I make in them will continue to linger.
It was a little tedious as an educator that I couldn't get rid of it.
But Cyrus, on the other hand, didn't think about it.
"When the wind gets worse, now you're blackmailing the students? You really are an exhausted teacher. I don't even want to see your face anymore, just get out. I'll have it delivered to the room later regarding the decree. As soon as you receive it, pack your bags and leave this college."
That's what he said, he forced me to finish the conversation, and he ordered me to leave.
As I sighed, I thought I'd leave the president's office to wish for more farce.
Before I did that, I just remembered to throw up a throwaway dialogue.