Sweet Reincarnation

A knock on the door echoes in the principal's office of the boarding officer school. It was the boy who appeared even younger than the student who came into the room after the voice of the admission permit.

"Principal, Pastry-Mil-Morthern. We're on the air."

A boy saluting with his right hand against his left chest. Pais came out to the principal's office after a call. The spine is pinned and that is a beautiful salute to the students to set an example.

"You've come a lot, instructor Mortairn. Well, stand talkin 'too. Sit down."

"Now if you'll excuse me"

Pais sitting in front of the corresponding principal. I could afford to think that the chair was a splendid one. I'm just roughly guessing why they called me in, even signs of farce.

To the principal who would be the superior in the school, I couldn't even slap him lightly, silence lasted for a while, but it was the superior who broke it.

"Teacher, another new year is about to begin. I wonder if I could take my time during the holidays."

As a social common sense, let's start with public discourse. It is Theory Street.

The school year begins in the fall and ends in the summer. It's a long vacation in the hot weather, and the teachers, including Pais, get a vacation in the meantime, which is a good way to talk. Especially when it comes to vacation, it is shorter than the students. Because there are also jobs to start the new year, such as preparing for new students or dealing with the underperforming.

Pais also did that kind of work once and had a remedial education. Initially, it was supposed to be turned to exam takers as a tradition for new instructors, but due to certain circumstances, the principal decided that Pace would be confused when he came forward, and it was turned to internal work.

"What do you think? I feel like I was all over it because I would go back to my territory and clean up the government I had accumulated. I left it sitting in front of my desk, and I never exercised in particular... my body must have rested, but I haven't felt very rested"

Pais also responds lovingly to the principal's story.

Since the head of the Mortairn family is a wizard and being able to use the magic of instantaneous mobility is a fact that is now widely known to the public without even having to hide it, if you hide the part that it was actually Pais who used magic, you will have no trouble knowing that you have traveled back and forth to the territory with instantaneous mobility.

Advice, the principal seems to have misunderstood me well, and continues the conversation as Casserole probably used magic, not Pais.

"Ha ha, boulders are the wizard Mortairn family. If you are a regular instructor, it is difficult to reconcile the work of the territory with the work of the instructor."

"My father's magic has helped me."

More wasted pais. It's part of the information manipulation, but the strong thing is that you're not lying.

The fact that Pais can use the magic of his father, which he copies using [transcription], is hidden and uses misleading expressions, even while smelling disguised information (cover stories) that he can borrow magic. It is an exchange that took place. The very magic of [instantaneous movement] is the magic of the father without deception, so if you keep it to yourself about who used it or how you used it, you will take the liberty of misunderstanding it.

"It's an enviable story. Even wizards are rare. Besides, practical and applied magic would be covetous. When you can use it for" parents and children, "you wonder if it has any secrets."

But the principals are also sarcastic. Only the foreign affairs valves had some information networks, and they actually had information that Pais might be able to use his father's magic.

If this may be the subject of this call, Pais chooses the answer without breaking any smile.

"" My magic ”is [transcribed], so unlike my father, it's hard to say it's practical. I treasure it because it's easy to apply, but it's scarce for my father's magical versatility"

"Well, you know what?"

"Yes."

Again, I don't tail out inside. That's what the principal thinks on the inside. I don't think you're lying, but I was curious to hear something like something pinched in my teeth.

Now if you give me the bollocks, I can flush them out to the people who want information. As much as the principal thinks so on the inside, it is a prospect for Pais.

The principal, who felt that he would be teased even if he continued the conversation for a while, decided to change the tone of the story.

"Yeah, well, from what I hear, they use magic to teach students, too, but is that true?

If you ask how to use magic, you should get original magic information about your son, even if you can't get information about his father's magic diversion. If you can find a hidden use other than painting, that's information worth using.

"It's a fact. Paintings that visually explain to students are a treasure, even though they are easy to understand, and magic can be used to recreate special situations as stage devices. Besides, is there a problem?

"No, no, problems, etc... I'm honestly impressed. It is the only way to educate a lord. That can be considered a treasure as a school. I just want to thank you again for being a teacher at my request last year."

"Thank you for rating"

But the boy still doesn't get his tail out. I feel signs that the principal's years as a nobleman are hiding something, but I can't grasp what the hell that is.

Is there a secret to the use of magic? Is there anything special about the conditions under which it is activated? Is it still not true that the magic of the father can be borrowed? Let me think of it as maybe painting magic, another magic.

Various imaginations can be spread, but none of this makes offense difficult in uncertain circumstances. A definite reasoning is necessary to put a camel on it.

Oh, boy, the principal sighs.

The noble conversation in the guise of public discourse is about to end.

"Thanks to Sir, I got a lot of appreciation around me, too. Last year's graduates had a step higher than previous graduates, he said. As a matter of fact, even the middle seats, if you're a student to date, were the equivalent of a top graduation."

Now we have information from the principal. One technique that makes it easier to get information from your opponent by opening your chest collar and giving it information at all costs, because give-and-take is the basis of the deal. Naturally, information that will be released seems important and largely worthless.

"Well, where does that come from?"

"I heard it from the National Army and the Royal Palace. This is still the principal of the cadet school. Finding out after graduates is normal business. In particular, the military was highly regarded. He said he was just a more capable junior than his senior, who worked out all year. Thanks to this, some members of the military have been condemned by educators."

Again, Pace laughed bitterly inside that it looked important and was no big deal information.

Information obtained from National Army sources. This is the crook. In other words, if it is a casserole that keeps the battalion of the national army, it is likely to be the information already obtained. Alternatively, the source of the information may itself be from casserole or its surroundings.

Use the information obtained from Mortairn to further extract the information from Mortairn. If you are a belly black principal in front of you, it is something you are likely to do.

But there were things I couldn't miss hearing. In that there was a reprimand. Military educators are condemned. This means he was scolded for neglecting to work, or for not doing enough work.

Even people who would have come serious before, if Pais students were too well made, would look like they were skipping.

In a far-fetched way, does it also combine its condemnation of Pais? It is a story of such concern.

"Is that my fault?

"No way. There is no doubt that Sir is an excellent instructor, but the student's grades and abilities belong to the individual student. I do not intend to punish Sir with it. Of course, it's not an award."

"I think it's natural."

Pais' concern was worrying. At least the upper ranks of the military seem to welcome a good new recruit in.

Okay, and the principal coughs.

I guess that's the real deal from here.

"I'd like to say that I expect a lot this year... but I have a few problems."

"Problem?"

"Oh. This is why I asked you to come here. Sir, do you remember what happened last year? At the beginning of the semester."

To the principal's question, Pais answers while tilting his neck.

"Of course, you picked up extra students from each instructor."

Initially, when Pais came to school, it was a situation I just thought I'd kill him. I don't give you a decent job while I call you in. It was a situation equal to being told not to do anything.

Nor is it Pais who makes it a good idea, so he moved from himself to gather information, used handouts to gather students, and worked out thoroughly to achieve results, establish fame, and make a profit.

If we limit ourselves to talking in school, ostensibly we have successfully graduated the impelled inferior students, the story goes.

"Uhm. Basically, which instructor to master is left to the free will between the instructor and the student. Of course, it is our job to adjust so that no student answers that no one will teach, etc. But as a general rule, students choose the instructors they want to teach themselves. It's been a tradition since this school was created, and it's a way for everyone to acknowledge that it's effective in motivating students themselves."

"I understand"

"Instructor Mortairn, do you know what students want this year? Especially about a student who wants to be taught by Sir"

"No, I don't know you. Because we thought that we would not refuse to come, and we would not chase those who leave."

Of Pais, rather than the house style of the Mortairn family, is not pursued by the departed. There were many cases where migrants who originally received poor land and came attracted by Mortairn's English name returned to their birthplace because of the severity of the environment. There is no way to pull it off, and this is the home style that was born.

Pais also intended to follow the tradition of the house and pass it through in school. However, it may be said that in about two generations what is tradition, it is true that it is a family style that lasts from generation to generation.

But apparently that's awkward. The principal's face was overtly cloudy.

"Let's be honest. 60% of admissions wish to be taught by Sir"

"60%?

It is a stunning number. A majority of people enrolled say they want to be taught by Pais. If we surround the students with so many senior instructors, that must be why Pace is being attacked intensively. This figure was unexpected even when paced.

"Oh. That, too, at least, comes with the word. Instructor Mortairn will have the majority of freshmen in this school if he says he doesn't reject what comes, etc. How many hundreds...? Do you think I can keep an eye on this situation?

It is the job of senior managers to deal with problems within the school. Among other things, dealing with entrance exams and pre-school students is a matter of school management and one of the principal's tasks. If there is a case where there is likely to be a serious malfunction in school management, it would be a principal who has been able to respond positively.

"No. That's just how hard it is to tell you how many, and you won't be able to pay attention to them in detail. I'd like to narrow it down from ten to twenty, if I can."

"Mm-hmm. Neither did I expect this to happen"

At boarding cadet school, Conne becomes mandatory at the time of enrollment. Because noble recommendations are absolutely necessary, and also because of the limitation that only one person per year can be recommended from one house. Beyond the finite number of aristocrats, the number of entrants is capped and the boundaries are filled from the aristocratic centre, starting with the younger brother.

It is only natural that you should be required to connect with your family, relatives, or acquaintances or friends in order to get recommendations. No one tries to unconditionally recommend someone else in red.

Thus, many of the entrants are tied to strong smugness at the moment of enrollment, no, from before enrollment. Even when choosing a teacher, it's not uncommon to actually have no choice.

Nevertheless, freshmen arrive at some of the polar instructors. Even if it's not Pais, you'll smell the act.

"Are you trying to make me resent you...?

"There are concerns that there may be people who are inciting it with such thoughts. It is possible that the aim is Sir, or that he is trying to pull my leg in a detour."

"I see."

The frigidity also felt by the headmaster, who has been immersed in the mud of the court for a long time. But I see no purpose whatsoever. What the hell are we going to do by gathering students to Pace?

Assuming this shows metrics such as Pais teaching everyone, the trouble is with principals being forced to run operations that skew students. The concern that the aim of the act may be on the principal cannot be abandoned.

Of course, we're talking about assuming there was an act, and we're talking about assuming that's not what Pace was after. It is a fantasy as fluffy as a cotton cloud close to delusions and dreams, overlapping assumptions. To the extent that it is not a zero possibility?

"So I, too, thought about it. That's all the people are saying they want to be taught by Sir. Supported on a square front, it would drop the vast majority from its primary aspiration, which could be a hotbed producing undesirable results. Then you'll need to be flexible."

"It's called a flexible response."

"Uhm. I'm going to ask Sir, to be born. I'm going to give the faculty a position, not just a Hillah instructor."

"Faculty?

Pais puts a question mark on a word he can't hear. The principal continues his explanation by nodding one thing.

"An early story is the instructor of the instructor. If this is the case, we can teach more human beings Sir's teachings as we hope."

"Ha."

The principal also seemed to be in a painful position inside. At least, we can't leave the status quo alone. Situations where students arrive in Pais risk becoming a manufacturing machine of resentment and jealousy. If it's a source of turmoil, it's likely to grow into a pretty big tree.

Then you are right to pick it out of the seeds, rather than out of the buds. If the problem is focused on Pais being a teacher, you should overturn the premise. That's what the principal thought. It is a cunning way inside.

"It will be a sudden HR, but I have the HR right itself. I will now appoint Sir as a faculty member."

To the headmaster's seriously rotten attitude, Pais stretches his spine.

"Ha, I sincerely pray you"

"The basic duty is teaching. You may do so at Sir's liberty only to the extent that it improves the strength of the students"

"Okay."

Duties with a wide margin of discretion. Besides, he said his salary would go up.

In the world, feathers should not be shed on tigers. Dangerous organisms become dangerous. It is a precious teaching of my ancestors.

Free money and free time in your hands Pais. The lesson of my ancestors was never taken advantage of.

Principal dropping off Pais after the room. His complexion is perfectly faceless.

"Well... this is good for the Count's request. I didn't know you would give Mortairn instructors free time. What the hell are you thinking?"

The principal's crush disappeared into the void without anyone hearing it.