Ore no Isekai Shimai ga Jichou Shinai!

A week has passed since then and Patrick started attending our school.

And one day another week went by. As I was soaking in the foot water of the mansion, I sighed when I heard the report that Claire Hey had brought.

"Three sightings of a girl yelled at by Patrick. Two of us were made to cry. Don't shake your identity, you're starting to cause problems..."

"Unfortunately, I don't think he's going to have a problem with you."

"Huh? Even though there are some cases where the other person is crying?

"I only want to see you teach them how to treat the nobility correctly."

"Oh...... I see." When you are a civilian, it is normal for nobles to grumble! You're kind and yelling and educating. "

If it was a bad joke about them, there was salvation...... I'm sure you're serious.

"And the two men Patrick brought in, they're having a little trouble."

"... what kind of guy is he?

"You're a caretaker and an escort knight. They're both about fifteen years old, the same as Patrick, and they have a personality... right. Defying me means defying Master Patrick, you know that? You're the type to say that."

"... you can drop out now, right?

"I told you, didn't I? We're the exception to dealing with civilians on an equal footing. His actions are not complimented, but as a nobleman, they are acceptable. If you drop out of school to this extent, you'll definitely be in trouble later."

"Guuuuu..."

Failed. I should have made it clear and let him sign it, not just by not shaking his identity and stabbing him in the nail, but by treating him like a civilian.

The next time you enroll an aristocrat, make sure you sign it.

"Ha... I wish I'd been soaking in foot water all day..."

I rock my legs on foot water. I don't know the ingredients of the hot springs, but the feeling of heat climbing from my feet to the core of my body makes me feel comfortable and soothing.

It's great to be caught in foot water while you're in your room.

"Hey, brother? Don't run away from reality."

"Don't say that, let's take it slow in the hot springs sometimes."

"You can't say you made a sweet voice."

"Mmmm... Claire, hey, it's not nice"

"I know how you feel. Because Sophia and the other students are the hardest ones. You can't let us make weak noises, can you?

... You're absolutely right.

I mean, when I asked to represent the Lord, I felt like a cup at a time, but at some point, I became reliable. I can't lose, either.

I punch myself in the cheek and turn around, Claire.

"I'm sorry, Claire. I woke up because of you."

"Yeah, yeah, that's my brother. So, do you have any plans?

"Right...... even with the sightings, you don't have a single complaint, do you?

"Yeah. All the reports came from teachers who went into arbitration. I don't think so, but you're not gonna tell me you don't care because you don't have a complaint, are you?

"The other way around, the other way around"

Teachers are Millie and Michelle. That's all those two are witnessing the crime scene, and yet no student is crying about it as one.

"You mean we're all patient because they're nobles, right? I'm not leaving you alone."

"Oh, right. There may be others just because they haven't been witnessed. Then... should I see each student and take care of them?

"I think that would be better. Besides, there are measures to prevent it from happening in the future."

Leave the care of the students to Millie and Michelle and they'll figure it out.

Later, how do we keep Patrick from causing problems? The ideal is to have the person rethink his thoughts, but that won't be possible until he's reborn.

When that happens, someone's just gonna have to hold me down on the side... and Patrick won't hear an opinion that my identity is lower than mine.

"I can't help it, I'll be in class tomorrow."

The next day's classroom was on purpose. I guess it's because I showed up with Millie.

I go into the classroom with Millie and look around the classroom from the stage.

Making like a university lecture room, not the type where each person has a desk. In each seat, everyone looks at me in surprise.

In the meantime, Millie started explaining that I was going to class.

"- That's why Mr. Lion will be attending class for a while today."

By the way, I guess it's because there are students and Patrick around. Sure, Millie's in the servant's shoes, but really, we should all know she's my mother.

Anyway, I bow my head gently to the student if I don't say hello. But the students' expressions are heartless or hard. I think you've broken it a little bit before.

This would also be a negative effect of Patrick.

"Guys, I'm in as a student, so you don't have to think of nobility. I don't even need Millie."

"If you say so, you are.... then Lion. You didn't call your teacher out, did you? Call me Dr. Millie."

"Oh, no, you're right. Goodbye, Dr. Millie."

That's Milly. I'm just trying to tell you that switching is fast - but you just wanted me to call you a teacher, didn't you? You're pretending to be flat, but you're not hiding your happy look.

And well, the first hour that started like that was seating in the classroom. Michelle uses blackboards and chalk to teach her to read and write letters.

And the students who saw it write hard in a pen on Japanese paper.

Once annotated, blackboards, chalks, and Japanese paper are not the things that were originally in this world. It would have been about a pen or parchment from the beginning.

The rest was made by Alice at some point by craftsmen.

I don't have a lot of production yet and it's not out in the public, so I feel like I can play and live my whole life if I run away with this classroom equipment... so far no such undelivered students have come out.

Well, maybe the students don't know what they're worth. Because you wouldn't think I was being made to practice letters on a fancy piece of paper that was going to be a tribute to the king.

If I tell you what it's worth...... let's shut up because we're all going to be unable to use paper. One of these days, it's going to be mass-produced and cheaper.

By the way, Patrick, who's supposed to know what it's worth, doesn't seem particularly responsive.

It's Alice's line that I don't know if she's looking good or if she doesn't know what it's worth.

Those two Patrick and Tulle, but now they're yawning boringly.

I kind of thought it wasn't serious - but if you think about it, Patrick is noble, and his surroundings are supposed to be pretty elite, so I guess you don't need to study reading and writing.

With that in mind, it might be better to break up with a preparatory school that teaches reading, writing and calculating letters and an undergraduate department that teaches expertise. Think about it for a second.

"So, Lion, what's the answer here?

"Huh!?

Suddenly they called me and I got a weird voice. I don't know how many students I'm attending, but I didn't expect to be the one who taught Milly and the others everything.

Yeah. What's the problem? 98x97?

... Oh, that? Didn't you do the lettering earlier?... so there's a sudden formula on the blackboard that's lined up with the letters of the writing. What the hell is this?

"What's up? Don't you see?

"Uh, no, wait a minute"

Yeah...... 98x97? No, I think I taught you the Indian type of calculation you can use when both numbers are close to 100.

yeah duh...... add 2 and 3 out at 100-98 and 100-97 plus 5, pull 5 from 100 and multiply 95 by 2 and 3 just now and combine 6 out...... 95, 06 so,

"Is it 9506?

When I answer in the questioning system, Millie writes a formula in chalk on the blackboard. And in no time, I got the same answer as the number I answered.

"That's Rion, you did a good job of arithmetic. Everybody applaud."

The classroom is wrapped in applause.... No, no. What's this farce?

I taught you how to calculate this? It's been less than two months since the second grade came to school in the first place. When did you get to such a calculation?

"And well, if you take the class seriously, you'll also be able to do calculations like now"

You're not moving on! I thought it was a complete farce - and Patrick was staring at me with some awesome eyes.

Ha ha. Now this guy, that's a mouth that got hit with the same thing and couldn't answer. Because you're yawning, Niyaniya.

"Lyon? Because I know, you can't look at it like that."

Oh, yes. I'm sorry.

And, well, like that, there's nothing going on in seating? I finished and moved on to a field class. That's how it came about, experimentally built wheat fields - but now it's the end of May.

Since it is a warm region, the wheat harvest is already over and the fields that are not planted in front of us are spreading.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I will have ashes scattered in the field today. I explained it lightly beforehand, but this makes it easier for wheat to grow. Sprinkle the ashes, everyone."

Millie sends a signal, and first-year members begin to roll ashes. Seeing that, the other students began to sprinkle ashes in the same way.

By the way, Patrick and the others were there. You're kicking around without sprinkling some ashes. Naturally if you think about why you've been incorporating it, you don't seem very motivated.

"Hey, Lion, brother."

Sophia accidentally talked to me.

"What's going on? Aren't you sprinkling ashes with everyone?

"Yeah. How did you sprinkle the ashes?"

"Millie was explaining that earlier, wasn't she?

"Mm-hmm. She told me that sowing ash is better, but she didn't even tell me why."

"... oh, that's what you say"

I don't really dig it and explain it because it packs a lot of different knowledge at a pretty high pace. If I can afford it, should I have a two-year system or something?

"Nah, the ingredients in the ashes have the effect of boosting the growth of plants. And... you don't know if it's weak acidity, do you?

"You mean acidic or alkaline? Weak, is it just a little acidic?

"... eh, how the hell does Sophia know that?

"Hey... Actually, Sister Alice has been telling me a lot lately."

"Are you serious..."

You're still not weighing yourself down - and when I saw Alice watching Sophia nearby, I was distracted. For once, he has a sense of not weighing himself.

"So, what's wrong with weak acidity?

"Oh yeah. Eh. The rain is blended with carbon dioxide in the air, which makes it weakly acidic."

"What carbon dioxide?

"That's... so unlimited, I can't believe the rain is weakly acidic. So, what do you think will happen to that rain-stained soil?

"... will it be weakly acidic?

Sophia puts on her little neck. It was so cute that I stroked Sophia's head all the way to the right answer.

"Some crops have no problems with weak acidity, but wheat is vulnerable to weak acidic soils. So sprinkle the ashes of alkalinity and return the soil to neutrality."

When I looked at Sophia's face wondering if she was following me, she was nodding. You're only eight years old, but you know it well in your current explanation.

Could Sophia be a genius? No, that's right. That's a parent idiot - isn't it, brother idiot? Oh, my God, that's when I was thinking about something stupid.

"You civilian, if people come out poorly, follow me!

Unexpectedly a dry sound sounded with Patrick's yelling.