Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Feea, what's going on at this hour?

Open the door to welcome the second girl who asked me at this hour.

The face that appeared right in front of me as soon as I opened the door was draped wide as I had imagined from that voice.

"Well... I wanted to talk to your teacher..."

"Consultation? Okay. Well, just go inside."

If you don't, you'll still welcome Feer indoors with an atmosphere that disappears somewhere.

"Yes, excuse me..."

Feea walks toward the chair with the same heavy footsteps as she did this morning.

And when I got to the front of the chair, I sat down on it to fall in.

"See, still drink this. I'm gonna calm down."

Isna also perceived the atmosphere, and began pouring tea into the cup she placed in front of Fia with her caring words.

White hot air rises from the warm tea and covers Feer's face.

"Yes, thank you......"

Phea says thank you only, and she lays down her face without putting her hands on it.

It doesn't even seem to me that Isna is in my room for some reason.

"So, what's going on?

I sit back again on the chair I was sitting in until just now and ask Fia, who is over the desk.

Without answering immediately, Fia stares silently at her face, which is reflected on the liquid surface, with a look that is likely to disappear now.

I can generally imagine what consultation is all about.

But you can't just step into a delicate part of the detour.

Now I decide to wait for Fia to talk to me.

Isna next door also looks at the figure with a strange look.

"I..."

And after a while of silence.

Fia slowly opens her mouth and starts talking.

"What should I do..."

"... that's a lot of vague consultation"

But what I'm trying to say comes through painfully.

Anxiety about myself not seeing the outlook ahead whether I work hard or hard.

It comes not only from words, but from the atmosphere that is entangled.

"I'm sorry. But I really don't know what to do anymore..."

The angle at which the face is lowered is deeper.

Seems I've come up with quite a bit.

No heart or usually fluffy and soft looking hair also looks heavier than usual.

"Well, I don't know anymore..."

"Yes, I don't know anything anymore..."

"Does that mean you had a clear goal as to what you want to do until then?

"I... wanted to be like your mother..."

If I suck, I squeal in a fine voice that's going to be wiped out by the sound of my breathing.

Feea's mother.

I just heard that this girl is the exact opposite of what she's doing with the item in front of her.

Just the stories I've heard, it's no wonder this warm girl longs for it.

"Strong... always full of confidence... admired by all kinds of people, like your mother... But... I can't do it, because I know this morning..."

When Phea said so, she began to zero the puffy and large tears from her eyes onto her desk.

"I... have... hiccups, magic like Fem... talent, exercise like Sun... nerves... instead of... Even if I tried my best, I realized that simple magic couldn't be used in a busy way... hiccup... it's already dark in front of me..."

In a quiet room, a mixed whimpering cry sounds.

To the older two still. Only myself foot in the same place all the time as Sun of the same year and the younger Femme quickly blossom that talent.

It's my fault that I didn't realize that Feea had such a strong sense of inferiority and impatience behind her always smiling frankly with Nico.

"So I thought I'd go home so I wouldn't be a nuisance to everyone and teachers anymore..."

"Hey, hey! What are you talking about?

Before I say anything, Isna rises up and roughs up her voice.

"Because..."

"'Cause it's not! I can't believe you're on your way back. That's what you're gonna do to your father, Noyne, and this guy's face!?

Isna reprimands Fia even more absurdly for her voice.

"Isna, calm down"

"But!"

"Just calm down."

"... Yes"

With a second euphemism, Isna sits down with a lot of people.

I know how Isna feels, but I also know that Feea didn't speak of that choice because she felt half-baked.

But that's why as a teacher, I can't accept that in silence either.

"Sure, Feer. You have no martial arts or magic talent."

Let me be clear.

That's an obvious and irresistible fact from anyone's eyes anymore.

"After all, yes... right..."

Feer gets even more soggy.

But that's only because I thought it would be good for this kid now, and I made it clear.

I just don't get any sense of disgust or scorn into that, of course.

"But I'm glad Fia noticed that."

"Huh? Good...?

I raise my face to make sure Fia knows what I said.

Her eyes swelled bright red, leaving tearful marks on her cheeks.

"Being aware of what you don't like is important enough to find what you're good at. Besides, Fia's been seriously confronted with it, and she's been recognized for it."

To the best of my knowledge, this kid was building up his efforts to be bad at it.

It didn't come to fruition, but it wasn't in vain.

"It's definitely going to be food for the future, and it's going to help us find what we're really good at."

"But... not like your mother anymore..."

"Does being like a mother in the Feer mean you can follow those tracks exactly the way they are?

I will throw the following further words without waiting for a reply to that question.

"Did Fia admire the fact that her mother was simply superior in her arms?

I admired my mother, who was full of confidence and admired by everyone.

If that's the case, there's no need for anything to back it up to martial arts or magic.

Keep your eyes firmly on it and keep going.

"It seems to me Fia is turning her eyes to all one path and crushing other possibilities from herself"

The road is never one.

I spin the words as I lay with myself then.

My newly chosen path is far more precarious than it once was.

And I can't get an understanding from anyone, it could be the path that leads me to hell.

Still, I didn't want to just give up and live with regret.

So I want this kid to make a regret-free choice if he can, too.

"But... if there's another way..."

"You certainly don't know that. But I'm only sure I'm here now to help Fia find it."

Take a good look at those eyes and tell them clearly.

There's only a few things I can do about Feer's troubles that only the others can do, no matter where they go.

But we can still stop together and look around.

And that's what I think is the important role of teachers.

"So why don't we just work a little harder together?

"With the teacher... together..."

"Oh, or am I the only one who's anxious?

Asking so, Fia sifted and shook her neck small, left and right.

"... he's not the only one. I'll help you, too, so stop crying quickly. And... I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier..."

"Sister Isna......"

"Look, if you don't drink it soon, it'll get cold and it won't taste good."

Isna pushes the cup at her fingertips and leans over to the side of the fier.

If you look at Isna, who does "sister" properly, you can see that she cares about her sisters, although there are times when her words and attitudes are tight.

Fia, prompted by Isna, picks the handles of a cup that is still slightly hot up after rubbing her eyes with the hem of her clothes with her fingertips.

And I drank it all at once, like I decided to do something.

"… delicious"

"Right? Drink my brewed tea and you'll lose your unpleasant mood. You're in charge of healing your sisters, so if you're snuggled up, you're in trouble."

Isna says so, pouring a replacement in the cup of emptied fier.

The unpleasant feeling of the word also quickly seems to soak up a good scent, which is transported to the nose on the hot air.

"Still think we can work on that?

Again, ask.

In response to that inquiry, Feea nodded small as she put her mouth on the second cup of tea.