Sweet Reincarnation

A week has passed since boarding officer school began.

Freshmen who were beefy with tension, anticipation and anxiety are also in tune by the time tension is already relaxed and things start to loosen up.

Early humans have already decided on the instructor to be in charge, and they may have started studying and training, but those who are not so enthusiastic can still decide on the instructor, and they say it's not like this.

Especially this year's freshmen, many of whom wanted Mortairn instructors in their first aspirations. All of them, hopes have been rejected. That's why Teacher Mortairn came out of the position of teaching ordinary students into the position of teaching teachers. It's also new to my memory to be surprised at how many people make such an appearance in a year.

"Mr. Luminito, let's have lunch together"

"Oh, good."

Lumi, too, is one of the surprises.

I came to the point where I was originally from Mortairn and wondered if everyone would be taught by Mortairn instructors and suddenly a free declaration. The few female students mean that adolescent men with stretched under their noses start inviting them to learn from themselves with a full heart.

Some others wanted to make sure they built muscles with themselves, and tried to take Lumi in such a way that they were forced to drag him. The muscles do so out of utter goodwill that it is for Lumi's sake, but it does not go out of style for those who are ignored of their free will. No matter how much Lumi beats a man, he's not the same as a man to power. Stop it. Let go of me, you moron. Perverts and the women students, starting with Ariametris, came in to help when they saw a rambling lumi. A handful of same-sex people, they have strong ties.

I've been having a good lunch lately with a friend who's strangely gotten along with that.

If you go to the dining room, Lumi is instantly popular. She has a good face, nose muscles, good style, and a soothing beauty. A casual personality that treats men and women in uninterrupted segments. Above all, the edge of that Mortairn family. There are already a lot of people who want to get along.

Even if not, Lumi has been strangely liked by the same sex for a long time, and battles erupt around next to Lumi even in the dining room. Of course, it's a smiling feud between women.

"Oh, sloppy!! Lumi is me!!

Come here, Lumi.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Let it go. You could eat with me, but I don't know."

"Oh, Sarasu, Lumi, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"I'm a woman!!

It's always the same to get a manly tone.

Lumi was born as his last child among his male brothers. I had two older brothers upstairs, and that made it an environment full of men around me. If you live mixed up here, the people you get close to will also have many friends with your brother. When it comes to my brother's friends who play with me, of course they are all men.

Rough, and mortaire territory where there were a lot of mouthless people. It was inevitable that Lumi was the first to remember the man's words by mixing them up among the men.

It might have been different if there had been a person who would have embarrassed him sooner, but when Lumi started to remember the words, it just overlapped with the period when the affairs in Mortairn territory began to get busy, so that his father could not take time with Lumi inside, and his mother could also get his hands on the man brothers above him, and the tone was set as a result.

Fortunately, in a space full of men named Boarding Officer School, is it not uncommon for a man to win?

Space where all the women gather together, indefinitely.

There's no way the bastards are gonna miss that.

"Oh, that's gorgeous over there"

"Mm, sure. It'll take care of your eyes."

"Gu, gu, gu"

A threesome of men looks sloppy as they watch Lumi and her friends gather around the corner. It's a valuable girl ingredient in boarding officer schools. They are wretched people with stretches under their noses.

"That's disgusting, Oi."

It's Marc who sees those people with cold eyes. He has more than favorable feelings for Lumi. I'm talking about my disgust with the people who see Lumi in that way before I see the female students in a disgusting way.

"Who do you prefer?"

"Lynn. Look at those breasts. I thought you should have a bigger weapon."

One of the three sketchy men said he preferred to point to one beside Lumi.

Lynn Chanko and Lynberth-Mill-Tory. Fourteen. She is a glossy female student with dark hair and wants to be a knight in charge of escorting the princess in the future. He is a Kingsguard knight whose father serves in the Royal Palace and is quite close to His Royal Highness on that edge. My parents tell me that I am aiming for a knight, and that I am a girl who tells me she wants to escort Her Royal Highness if I can do anything about it.

Notably, were the breasts the men were looking at? Unsuitable ups and downs in the year are pushing up my clothes, nailing the bastard's gaze.

It is only for the record that these men are disgusted by the female students, and despised that they should die, etc.

"You don't understand. Look at Miss Cyril's hips. Letting it creep in."

Another girl beside Lumi. Essilailou-Mil-Cardin. Seventeen. The year is a little above the Lumi's, but the school year is the same. The Cardin family is an associate baron with a small territory near the Wang capital, but the territory itself is an accomodation town and a very wealthy home. That's why Cyril, who is about the age, is considered a great target for a matchmaking offense when he stays home. I have a background of jumping into boarding cadet school to get a job in my hands, feeling in crisis around an increasing number of contents that I feel would not be a decent match, such as being a fat old man or being a jizzy person that smells like aging.

It is her saying that she is sorry to be made a concubine.

"You're stupid, you guys. Lumi's the best you can do."

"Oh?"

And even more eye-catching, of course, is our luminito. Fourteen years old. I have the ambition to become a follower of the Mortairn family and to be independent of my parents in the future, even as the world is called a middle school student.

My grades were extremely good when I started school, and the fact that my family is from the squire family makes me a target for solicitation matches from here and there. If you take it from a human being who doesn't know the strength of Mortairn's bondage, you think that the civilian class can pull you as a squire at home, and because of your good enrollment score, you have the expectation that you can also aim for the chief in the future. This is what every instructor wants from us.

"It doesn't stand out in that masculine way, but look at your breasts. Not less in shape than Miss Lynn."

"" Oh. "

The voices of the bastards overlap.

"And sit back. It's hard to tell because you're wearing a man's clothes, but that's a really tight, healthy hipster."

"" Oh!!

More voices overlap.

"And this is reliable information from the sources involved, but Miss Luminito doesn't even have a fiancée and says she's free. I don't need to take a son-in-law because I have a brother, and I think it's okay to marry anywhere in the family. And with that Mortaire family connection."

"" Whoa!!

Finally, it will sound like a cheer. It seems like a really ridiculous exchange, but if puberty boy students ride badly, this is what it is.

Oh man, it was Marc I was bypassing, but now I jumped on him.

"So, what do you think there, Mr. Marcarlo?"

"Ah?"

"You're talking about your hometown with Miss Luminito, right?

"Sort of."

"Well, don't you know her preferred type or something?

"His taste?

Asked about Lumi's favorite type, Marc thought about it a little. Because I've never thought about that before.

So, fishing for memories of the past, I tried to remember what one thing I was saying continuously.

"First of all, you hate violent guys. Once upon a time, there was a guy in front of him who cried a girl, and he shook up his fist saying he couldn't forgive a guy for rambling a woman, and he cried the other way. You were angry that the abusive man sucked. You're so violent."

"Hmm."

A man who cried a girl means Marc like no other. I didn't abuse the girl anything, the little one wanted the toy Marc had, felt angry where I said it, made the girl turn when she acted like she shook it off forcefully, and made her cry.

Lumi watching this stopped Marc from rambling the girl and Marc once cried.

It should have been less than five years old. Marc I remember is inside too.

"And I often say I don't like fools. Pais was the one who kept our underage group together... not because he's a Mortairn instructor. The retard seems to stand out even more. I once said that smarter is more dependable... I feel. They're worse than each other."

"Ugh."

Lumi's cliche is that she hates fools. What she calls a fool is to act without thought. I mean, act like Marc.

"Later, maybe a face. There's something pretty yummy about that. They grew up watching it when I was a little girl and made it taste good, because our territory is all aligned and tidy with the main muscles. From me, he looks like a normal guy, but he doesn't."

The casserole of the Mortairn family was a man who rang beautifully when he was younger. Anise, the Lady of Lords, is also so aesthetically shaped that she was drawn from a noble nobleman. Both of them have recently turned out to be worthy of age, but they used to say they looked good in beautiful men and beauties. The faces that are his sons were only born between a stern father and a beautiful mother, and they are all beautiful.

In other words, in Mortaire territory, everyday tea meals such as walking by beautifully shaped humans. If you're used to seeing it, you won't be able to move your mind in a little aesthetic form.

Not to mention what you do with a mediocre face like Marc.

"Hmm, so you're saying Marcarlo's not covered"

"Huh!?

I hate fighting fast like Marc, I hate retarded people like Marc, I can't move my forefingers on a mediocre face like Marc. All in all, does that mean I don't like Marc?

On Marc's back, a nasty sweat flows.

"Okay, when I heard that, I felt confident. I'm gonna talk to you for a second."

"I'm out, you soft bastard"

"Just shake it."

One man stormed where the women were solidifying. It's a corner opportunity, so I guess I went to numb you for wanting to get close.

At first, I thought everyone would be back soon. But in addition to my thoughts, they're playing the conversation.

The soft bastard, who has been talking for quite some time, leaves the dining room with Essilailu, who looks scared as he is, and Limbers, who is strangely Nico's face. Has this worked? Or did you do something to it? I can't tell from how they are.

This has to be tracked. A gift of wild horse guts, or the sketchy bastards all left the dining room.

All that remained were about Lumi and Marc.

"Hello, Lumi."

Marc spoke with a little agitation.

"Am I? Marc. Hey, what's up? Did you eat something weird and break it in your stomach?"

Lumi to tear up such behavioral suspicious childhood taming. As light as this is, it is a daily tea meal.

"It's not you, and I'm not eating that much. Besides, if it's weird, I'm sure all the meals here are."

"Sure. I was hoping because it's a school meal, but they all taste terrible. I miss the dishes Pace makes..."

Lumi has a fat tongue for being from the country. There is only one culprit, but for her there was a hard diet that prioritized quantity over the quality of the cadet school.

Marc asks what was bothering him while we were having that conversation. Oddly enough, the conversation was playing. About what happened earlier.

"Oh. So, well, what? That one earlier, what was it?

"That one just now?

"Look, a man was talking to you guys. It sounded like fun, but what were you talking about?"

Why should we tell Marc what we were talking about? Yes, Lumi thinks. Because there were hard circumstances.

"Ah? Anything you want, huh?"

"I'm curious. Tell me without a word."

"Ugh. If you want to hear anything, you should hear it from him."

"Oh, my God, you're not gonna get mad at me."

"I'm not mad. I'm not angry at all. I'm always cool."

He blushes to see, and he seems to be absurd in tone. I just think he's angry, but Marc is blunt and devoid of any delicacies, so he keeps saying what he thinks.

"What? Where is it? Bright red in the face, mad at me, huh?

"Horn to horn, nothing to talk to you about!! Come on, come on, talk to me for a while."

"Oh, hey!!

Lumi, who roughs up her voice as she discards it and walks straight out of the dining room.

"What the hell, he..."

Marc drops off Lumi's back as he leaves.

In a sense of loneliness, unspeakable anxiety filled Marc's chest.