Sweet Reincarnation

Deotto-Mill-Landian considered himself excellent.

I was told from a young age that I was excellent and was particularly competent among my brothers. When I was little, I sometimes even thought that was the only thing better than me.

Eventually, as I grow, I realize that there are things I can't do. Still, it must still have been excellent, the memory of things was twice as good as that of the people, and the martial arts arm stretched to considerable skill. At least my parents and ministers let go and praised me.

But when there was, I faced reality. The time has come to face the fact that I am a three-boy.

It was when my own brother married my wife and my parents told me that my brother was next in line.

My brother was an ordinary man. So much so that I can assure you that there is no such thing as inferior to my brother. Still, I don't inherit the title. Succeeding to a knight is a very different meaning than not succeeding to a knight. Not succeeding to the title, I was treated as a "noble son” until my parents died, and if my parents died, depending on the mood of my predominant brother, I also threatened to be stripped of the Noble. If I'm pissed off and cut off, I won't even be able to name my family name. While accepting this situation, my pride did not allow me, such as being kept under an inferior brother, always watching your mood.

So enroll in boarding cadet school with adults. It was a good story that noble children who did not succeed to the title would enter school in search of independence, because they thought they could stand around better than the rest of us.

But Deotto is reminded that he is not so good at cadet school. Students gathered from all over the country were the best of the brothers, sesame at a certain level.

An English talent who teaches talented educators from an early age and tries not to further hone their knowledge. A prodigy who was loved and given much by God at birth. Or excellence who has continued his efforts without being proud of his talents.

Such a selection of elites come from all over the country.

Occasionally, there was a situation called enrollment fever before and after the Prince's enrollment, and human beings to the extent of Deotto drowned mediocrely among the living beings called boarding officer schools.

Still, he tried eating his teeth off that he didn't want to be called inferior, and he graduated worthy. Sometimes the instructor who was his mentor is then discharged, and his attitude, which spared no effort, is evaluated and he is questioned as to whether to remain in the cadet school teaching position.

I accepted this interview with people who exchanged far more advanced tactical theories than I did, and with people who trained martial arts to the point that I could not compete in the military or the court, and who were even more confident that I could win, and who were willing to flee half the time.

I was a genius and an incited genius.

Deotto was still too young to admit this fact. I really should be better. You deserve more deserved status, deserved the praise. I still don't have enough experience to abandon such delusions.

Before him like that, a real genius appeared.

Pastry-Mil-Morthern. A prodigy who adorns his first line with a single digit of age and is also blessed with a decisive talent that the rest of us envy: magic. He also joined a number of battles after the first battle, all of which gave him credit for not allowing other followers.

The house is also a baron on top of the baron, and it is rumored that the future will go further up. All of which will inherit its title and territory to become the head of the aristocratic family, and will continue to receive praise in the glorious world, and combine the appearance that glamour just suits you.

Jealousy. If I were to express my frank feelings, that would be one word.

Status as a nobleman, talent born, rich connections and strong edges, feats built up, praise directed from around, privileged appearance, brilliant future, magic for every 10,000 people. I have everything I wanted. Even though I envy any one of them, I have everything. This is enough reason to mourn inequality, to cast a curse on God, and to disperse displeasure.

Still, it would have been good if you'd stayed out of your sight. If I were to decorate it in the distance, I could ignore it as a story about a world I didn't know about.

Despite this, this boy came right beside himself. I also abandoned the pleasure of the crowd, and suddenly one day I was lined up in the position of instructor who had finally gained by being appreciated, working to the point of sacrificing my youth. Will this be calm?

No, it can't even be forgiven.

A human being like that, who is supposed to be obviously easier than himself, is trying to take away even the slightest pride he has made in his own hands. That's what Deotto felt.

I guess that's why. Today's lecture is going to be rough.

"Don't you even know that? What the hell have you learned so far!!

To the loud voice of instructor Randian, a seemingly weak student shrugs his shoulders and constricts.

This student, in a nutshell, is inferior. At least, of the students that instructors Landian currently have, they are seen to be the least able to do.

Other students just turn their eyes of pity to a well-bodied sacrificial sheep so that the spearhead of reprimand of a disgruntled instructor is not pointed at them.

"Look, I'll teach you again"

Everyone concentrates their ears on what the instructor says. Because if you ask me, I will be reprimanded to ask you again. Especially those who want to take notes but can't.

Writing equipment is a precious commodity not only in the Kingdom of God, but also in this world. Especially, the paper is expensive. No vegetable paper is cheaply made from pulp, and when it comes to paper, it basically becomes parchment and other veterinary paper. As in modern times, only wealthy upper layers can use it as a note paper or notebook. There are also reasons why economic disparities tend to be linked to academic disparities in these details.

No one is desperate to write on wooden boards or anything, but it is more efficient to leave it to your memory to listen desperately and poke the content at each other later on with friends than to have an annual wheel and struggle badly with things that are hard to write.

What happens if you don't have friends or have few, and you're not financially privileged? It manifests itself as a difference in academic achievement, as reprimanded earlier.

"The most important thing in war is the spiritual strength of the commander and the morale of the soldier. This is what my teacher taught me by souring his mouth based on what he had been through on the battlefield. When a commander weakens his mind and becomes indecisive, he cannot win anything that can be won. If you are to command, you must always be prepared to lead the soldiers with a strong heart. This is a sine qua non condition, as well as a truth. And in the same way, those who fight must not lose with feelings. If the weak who cannot support their feelings are under their command, the commander must spot them and inspire them. You got it. … so what is the best way to fight? Hey, answer me."

Next time it was guessed, a young man with dark brown hair. Seems like this boy is good there because of his taste, but he desperately mouths the answer, bewildered by what he suddenly guesses.

"Yes. It's a battle to defeat faster and more."

"Hmm, that's an inadequate answer. You can't graduate like that."

"Sorry!!

The answer for the brown-haired student was not the answer he wanted for Deotto.

I mourn the poor quality of students these days, whilst also wondering why I don't know this, which is why people like myself who spared no effort are in a position to teach in this way.

"The best battle is the battle to defeat more with less force. Some of the weak soldiers led by the better commanders will have been taught to drive out the stronger soldiers led by the inferior commanders. Then the best commander will always be a" better commander ”in relative terms, so there is no element to lose and he will always win. When it comes to winning all the time, the less damage, the better the battle results. It's cost effective, remember."

"" Yes!!

"It is for this reason that you must be excellent commanders. No matter how good a soldier you lead, if the commander you lead is incompetent, you lose no matter how weak the enemy is. If you're my godchild, you don't think graduation seats are weird even for a chief."

Luckily for Deotto, there's a chief candidate among his godchildren. Being the son of the Marquis family and educated in the internal valves system, he is a particularly compatible goddaughter with himself.

Both the House of Sir Randian Knights and the instructor Deotto taught, the Department of Internal Affairs. Knowledge is the most important thing for students. It's really easy to teach because what you learned before you started school is based on the foundation.

Incidentally, until last year, I sent out the top performers to stability (Constant), but since this year, the change in principal has changed the wind direction. It will be up to the principals and senior instructors in the future to decide what will happen to this year's graduation exam, but if you can, I want you to give me a top performer this year. Afterwards, I want to produce a chief.

That would also raise Deotto's reputation as an educator, possibly either a deputy principal or a principal at once.

That's why I instruct my students rigorously with the intention of teaching them everything they've learned.

"All right, that's it for today. Tomorrow morning I will be wearing knight armor for practical training. Make sure you stay fit with that intent."

Yeah, and the students raise their voices of dissatisfaction, but Deotto doesn't think about it. Because I believe that as a noble knight you should have the least amount of skill, and that it is only natural to train for it.

I am convinced that wearing real armor and getting used to the body will surely help in the future, even when I am a little girl, and my master taught me that.

Sure, when I was a student myself, I didn't like this training. Wearing heavy armor, waving swords in the heat of the sun without even drinking water, students fight each other. You can call it painful.

This kind of rigorous training leads to building mental strength. Commanders whose spirit is tough are not in doubt because they believe it to be the shortest route to being good commanders and nurturing future excellence in performance.

"Um... Randian instructor"

"What. Question?"

An inferior youth speaks up to most and the instructor.

Deotto and others believe that this young man, who is weak and mentally unreliable, is unlikely to be a good commander, but nevertheless intended to answer student questions as a function.

"No, you know, you said you wanted to talk to the instructor..."

"Hmm? Who?

"With the son of the Duke's house..."

"What!? Then why don't you say so soon!!

Inside boarding cadet school, as a teacher, you can also be strong in the children of a noble nobleman, but if you step outside the school, the intrusion is a bypass of a lowly nobleman. He is also a man on the cloud who does not even socialize and converse, if he is to be the Master of the Duke's House. There's no reason to panic.

I couldn't keep him waiting long, and if I picked him up, he was still young, and it felt as if he was not as old as Deotto.

"Instructor Randian, my name is Sukhoure-Mil-Kadrecek. I visited without hesitation, can I talk to you for a moment?

"Of course, come here."

Boarding Officer School is a school that raises military personnel. Deotto, a teacher, naturally knew about the name of a National Army executive. One of them is also the name of the captain of the First Battalion of the Central Army, Sir Skuole-Kadreček, the son of the Kadreček family.

I rush to the chair place and give up my seat.

"You've never talked to a Randian instructor like this before."

"Yes, you've seen Sir Kadreček come here on military business, so I don't feel comfortable with the first time, but I'm delighted to have the opportunity to talk to you like this."

Sucre and Deotto warm up the place with chatter while creating a vibrant atmosphere. While we meet for the first time, Scuole is calm. Deotto is a little overwhelmed by the visit of a cloud man.

"I've also spoken with Marquis Siebert and others, but you do think the Marquis' men have a teacher's godson? I'm sure the power of a teacher who can train outstanding students is known in court."

That can't be true, Deotto almost said, but there was nothing to say.

Probably mistaken for the godson of an earlier instructor.

"Ha, I'd love it if it did, because I'm still a young man. If my education was recognized, it would be more my teacher's achievement than mine."

"I see you've been taught by a wonderful man"

"Yes. It was a blend of your own experience with academic logic and, above all, an unmistakable tribute to the efforts of the students. I think it's a shame you got discharged."

"Really? He must have been a good educator if he had been raised a teacher."

"I'm afraid.... So, what do you want to talk about?

"Yes, actually, it's about my friend"

Finally, to the point. With politeness, Skoole begins to talk.

"The friend is actually Sir Pastry-Mortairn."

"Well, are you the one on the left"

Deotto is also a member of the aristocratic community for once. Though I don't feel comfortable talking about the other person, I can smile enough if they introduce me to being their friend when I'm talking to a Duke family person.

"He's in trouble right now."

"Hmm. Even the famous Sir Mortairn has a problem. What are you having trouble with?"

It feels good. If you're in trouble, you just need to keep getting in trouble. While Deotto thinks so, the story goes on.

"It means that students don't get together. Originally promoted with anticipation by many people, starting with the principal, Sir Mortairn, but it doesn't start without students in the first place. All this is a school situation, and it's not his fault."

"Right. Students have already decided to belong, and it will be difficult to gather them from now on."

"So, I need to talk to you, some of the students...... no, one is fine, so could you encourage me to change my affiliation?

"Ho."

It turned out to be funny, Deotto chuckles inside.

Even if the educational system of boarding cadet schools is a kind of brother-in-law system and it is normal for students to choose a teacher, situations can also occur where they no longer fit with the instructor along the way, or the instructor quits. There are also teachers who come under financial strain, and they are not good at it. Some uplifting students will try to teach various instructors.

That is why it is allowed in this school to change the instructors to be taught along the way.

Of course, there are various inconveniences that can occur because you will learn along the way, but even if you enjoy it, there are still cases of changing the teacher you will be taught.

What the Mortairn instructor is asking for is for this instructor's change to be actively recommended to students.

"Of course, with fewer students, I will work with the Principal and Mortairn instructors to ensure that there is no impact on teachers' annual research spending, etc."

The instructor is a mentor. Exploring instructional methods can cost money, and we need to hire an assistant. Sometimes it will be necessary to invite external instructors with special skills.

Because of this, instructors are given a wallet named Research Expenses depending on the number of students.

The cost of research remains unchanged, even though there is less effort to teach students. It's a delicious story for Deotto. Besides, the burden should probably go to the new teacher than the school budget is constant.

There is no such pleasant story.

"... good. Honestly, every student is a cute godchild to me, but let's just talk to a few good students."

"Thank you."

On Deotto's head, some of the inferior students floated. Excellent students are not motivated to increase their appreciation. But if you're honestly a person who doesn't think you're brilliant, it was acceptable enough to use it for ingredients that make a good face to the Kadreček family.

If that silver-haired boy is going to have a hard time with it, I also think it feels good.

"Well, that's what I'm talking about"

Deotto's mouth was distorted as he watched Sucre's back leave his place.