Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"I am the director of this Lizwadia academy. Ho ho, young men, let's hear your name!

Grandpa, like a dwarf sitting on a desk, looks at us and says:

... What is it, the old man in this world is the little one defo?

Grandma Run Shit Grandpa Run.

Well, let's leave it for height.

This old man, featuring a large stored Kaisel beard, wearing a tongari hat characteristic of the wizard and a bright green robe unlike any other robe, named Lizwadia's Dean of the College.

Sure, there's something I can snort in this room, too, if they say it's the dean's room.

Chairs, desks, cupboards, etc. are all wooden items that seem expensive, and the walls are decorated with various paintings.

The couch and all that seems comfortable to sit on.

"It's not stingy to name it.... but didn't you tell me this?... 'If you want to know the name of the other person, first name it from yourself'...!

I have, yes, been taught by the Sister of the Church!

"Why are you so eye-catching from the top?

Bernadette pointing his finger at Mr. Bishi and the Dean of the Academy. My chest trembles with prunes, too.

It looks like you have no heart or fun, but I'm gonna say it again because it's important, why are you so eye-catching from the top?

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There you go!

Your eyes sharpened like a charming teacher's mirror!? At this rate, even the Dean of the Academy would be angry...

"Ho ho ho. - Come on, let me tell you my name!

............... The College Director, who was laughing in a flash, suddenly responded with Doss's heard voice and stood up squeaky.

"My name is Lugarone! Hobbit, who once ruled Western Orgaine as the king of the Hobbit tribe and became the only college director of Lizwadia in this world!... King Lugarone, seventy-three years old. Ahhh!

Bassa!!............ Rugalone, the Dean of the College, who spreads his cloak vigorously and named it after an awesome sword screen.

Hiding that tiny body with your cape again, you start laughing hoo-ha-hoo low.

"The 'King of Champions' Rugalone tells.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Kah! and the glance of the champion Lugarone shows Bernadette no shards of flair until earlier.

"...... King Luga Loan. As far as it goes, it's no less temperamental than the name of the 'King of Champions'...!

Then let's respond....... Agent affiliated with the Congregation of the Divine Urchiola, Bernadette of 'Shooting'!!...... I'm sixteen years old for Picchi!

Bernadette turned the demon gun in a circle with her fingers and posed as she circled the circle herself but pitted herself.

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Oh, the gaze of four other people than me pierces me!

Bernadette and the Dean of the Academy were astonished by the eye of expectation, and the teacher with the charming eyes gave the eye of criticism.

"... a rootless grass from journey to journey.... I'm Yu Yashiro, sixteen years old from Adventurer."

Name Bernadette's mouth, pointing the gun at the mouth, while stopping the attack by smashing the candy balls he played under the instructions of Invisible Elicer without the need for erasers.

Licking candy balls,

"Well, it's an easy answer, but let's spare the candy balls and make it a point," I said, glancing sideways at Bernadette, who looked at me satisfied with his gaze from above, and I stepped forward.

"I'm quick, but is it really okay for me to be an instructor, even if I'm temporary, just because Mr. Dautranje recommended it?

The main question that came here was, "Am I good or not to be a temporary lecturer?"

A Japanese school would be unquestionable. But Mr. Dort had a reason why he had to make me a temporary instructor.

Actually, the great man who changed my demon gun to a cylindrical magazine, while bringing it to one finished shape, was actually Mr. Dot.

As a magic instruction researcher who enters the ten fingers of the world, he was asked by the Society to write a paper on the magic theory "demon costume" system of the new machine axis, which, for some reason, was supposed to have been designed by me and which was supposed to mean the ancient technology discovered in the last few years, as well as the distribution of demon guns by the denomination.

The Lizwadia College was, of course, trying to support him, but the students wouldn't allow it.

Because of their weirdly prestigious abilities, the students renounced being taught by teachers with abilities other than him, no, less than him.

As a matter of fact, teacher frustration began.

Mr. Dort served as an understudy, but because of a few students who were as good as fools, he began by pointing out misspellings, planting frogs on the teaching table or exposing embarrassing past, and his grumbling rested.

... I don't know what to say, don't tell me the level of frustration is low and I'm frightened to hear it.

I can't submit a paper to the Society as it is. But I couldn't do anything that would disdain the students and dump them on the thesis because of their character.

There he spoke fluently Alexerian, a magical language, and his profound knowledge of the demon gun he redesigned himself. A man appeared with those two together.

Yeah, it's me.

He thought it was enough for me to be a teacher while I was missing myself.

By the way, it seems that Mr. Dort had been turned down for what he had previously asked for from an old man who was an elf.

"As far as I'm concerned. Instead, as a homosexual, I'd like to help you, too, for Mr. Dotlange."

Kessite jogakseynota mejana indesuyo?

"... Ugh, Mr. Yashiro... eh. Thank you. Thank you!

I started crying because I was so impressed by my words, Mr. Dort.

Za, I'm not half guilty... ugh.

"Indeed, this time we have also arrived, as a special case, from the Society to respect the will of Dr. Dautranje. … but I still disagree with making a student who may not be a horsebone anywhere an extraordinary lecturer, Dean of the College"

A teacher with a charming eye leaves a step forward.

The words were directed at the Dean of the College, while only his gaze penetrated me deeply.

"... what's your teacher's name?

The teacher with the charming eyes is too long for a boulder, so when I ask her name, the teacher with the charming eyes turns to me.

"... this is rude. …… I, Mr Rugalone, Dean of the Lizwadia School, am the dedicated clerk. My name is Zerga Ur Herclose Lardgluca Fercacio Clarteule."

It was a long time.

Wow, that's the second longest person I've ever heard of!

By the way, the best is Mr. Jugem, who is familiar with gossip.

I don't know, Dr. Zerga, what do you care about the ride?

I didn't expect you to give me two names and an introduction to match Bernadette and the others.

... I'm just a profession.

Even so, what's wrong with you?... what kind of writing...

When I think about it, Bernadette stands in front of Dr. Zerga rather than me...

"Ah, you said that you were granted the protection of the Spirit King, the highest peak of the Summoner, and that you were allowed to name the Master of the Simultaneous Demon, that Klarteule!?

"... Yes, there are other people besides me who have the name of Kraltheule, but there is no other person besides me who can be named Master of the Simultaneous Demon. … so the Dean of the College…"

"Wow, wow! Mr. Yashiro, it's amazing, he's a Simultaneous Demon Supervisor!

Magic mentor with enough strength to be said to have no one lined up in the magic of each field...! He is the best corner of the world, Simultaneous Demon Supervisor Yikes!!

Such a great man, right in front of you!!

"Shut the fuck up for a second"

Bernadette messed with it in the corner of his sight but ignored it.

"Dean of the College"

Dr. Zerga turns to the Dean of the College and urges him to vote.

Take that, and the dean turns his gaze on me.

"Uhm.... Yashiro, you said"

"Yes."

The Dean of the Academy emits intimidation specific to those who stand on top, although not as good as the earlier blitzed state.

My sharp, glowing eyes look at me, and for a few moments, the dean's mouth opens.

"Thank you. After this, you should meet the students quickly."

"... is, eh?... Are you sure?

I've decided not to have any tests in particular, and it's lightly clapped out.

"Uhm. I'd rather ask for it than say so.... Then take him with you, Dautranje."

"Yes."

Mr. Dort nods and stands on the transfer formation that was engraved on the floor.

"Then let's go!

Mr. Dort, who looked slightly better as the same dead minister, activated the transfer formation, and we came to the hall of the clock tower again. There's also a flash of flotation, which really makes me feel like an elevator.

"... ugh... I'm not used to this"

"Oh, my God, you were fine earlier."

As the light subsided during the metastasis, Bernadette, who held her mouth back, left the metastasis formation while cat dorsal.

I was not very drunk when I approached the Dean's Office...

"Earlier, once in this country... no, I was patient to meet with the head of the city... sorry, I feel a little sick so I'm killing time outside"

Is that human tension when you put up with disgust?

But... well, I certainly don't feel well.

"Right.... If anything happens, go back to the kitten pavilion. I'm paying extra, so if you ask, you can make me dinner, and you can stay."

"... I can't believe Mr. Yashiro is nice to me... I feel some conspiracy. Are you gently approaching a woman in a mindless mood, Colori? The boulder is Mr. Yashiro."

The content is something that makes me want to defeat Sheba, but I can't feel the hegemony at all and worry about it for some reason.

"You're being silly. I'm sorry I didn't get my hands on my daughter. Six more years and you're out."

"I'm afraid of real numbers the other way around. Oops... I'm sorry, let me sweeten Mr. Yashiro's words"

That said, Bernadette walked over to the kitten pavilion with her cat back.

"The transfer team doesn't get used to it. It makes you feel bad.... Is Mr. Yashiro okay?

"Hmm?... oh, I'm fine"

I don't feel comfortable with the shaking of the elevator.

"Then come here. The school building will be upstairs in the East Hall."

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Blackboard erase trap.

Everyone would have done it once.

Whether it is sliding or closing (the sliding type is not sticky), leave the blackboard erasure between the doors, and the blackboard erasure falls on the head of the person who opened the door, eating the powdered blackboard erasure of the chalk and the hair turns bright white......

This trap, which is mainly unleashed on the new teachers.

............... I didn't think you were doing it in another world......

It was when I went from the clock tower to the school building and stood in front of a certain classroom upstairs.

Even though the walls, doors, etc. look very different from Japanese schools, the blackboard erasure just pinched between the doors made me miss my elementary school years.

Everything was fun then......

"Ah, haha.... Sorry, it's always like this..."

Mr. Dot laughed in his plundered voice (this is Mr. Dot's defo) and reached out to remove the blackboard erasure.

"... no, Dr. Dautranje"

"Huh?... Why?

I was grabbing the hand Mr. Dort reached for.

"This is a challenge.... teacher to that extent if you get hooked on this degree of trap. Human to that extent if angry intensely with this degree of trap. … this is a challenging letter from the students, measuring the teacher's figure!

At least I was so reasoned and pissed off by the teacher.

"Oh, did you..."

"Yeah. So let me handle this blackboard erasure!

"... ok. Mr. Yashiro, no, Dr. Yashiro, I'm at your disposal!

Okay, now we're ready.

My Yamato soul was burning violently with a blackboard eraser trap in front of me, one of the three largest Japanese school-based traps.

What a challenge from the students.... This is no longer a challenging letter, etc. You guys declared war on me and received it!!

I stepped into the classroom as I opened the door to the blackboard eraser.

Bohu.

Soft stuff hits my head and white smoke occurs.

And the cheers that happen, the laughs.

The laughter of the kids who mock me and rejoice in success.

I take a leisurely walk through the classroom where that laugh is wrapped up.

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"Oh, no..."

Several students noticed and the laughter disappeared rapidly.

That's right.

What the students wanted was the appearance of a teacher who would either regret eating a blackboard erase trap, or be angry and twitchy.

We don't hang our own pranks on our teeth, we don't capture them in our eyes... we put the blackboard erasure on our heads as if they were a crown and head to the table in a prestigious manner, that's not why we wanted the King to appear.

... Never.

I stood in front of the table and slapped the table in the palm of my hand.

"Too sweet.

Don't be content with just one trap.

The pinnacle of stupidity, such as trying to measure others with just a blackboard eraser trap.

Get a bucket next time. "

Sin and a quiet classroom, my words echo.

"Introduce yourself. Everybody take your seats."

The students, who were festive until earlier, are getting dark as if they were staying up all night.

"... hmm?

Three girls stopped in front of their desks in it.

No, I guess I got up. Gattan, and I heard the chair fall for three minutes.

That is...... Mana Lurier and Eli Telestria!

Right, you were both Lizwadia students. It's such a coincidence to hit their class.

And it's one of the rest...... who?

I think it was one of them.

... long stretched silver hair with blue eyes.

Hmm, I've seen it somewhere... hmm?

Hmm??

Three years ago, Sylvia?............... No, I didn't, I didn't notice because I was getting my hair down.

She is Sylvia's sister and third princess of Lieselion.

Alicia Lark Sheriott Lieselion.

My master of magic.