Sweet Reincarnation

Heavenly high horse fat yuru autumn. I feel cool in the wind that blows well and warm in the sun that falls. The word "just right" strikes a balance with the balance between left and right.

White last month when the heat also begins to soothe. On autumnal sunny days like today, it's not bad to relax and go outside and have a picnic.

Royal Institute Fellow Digidelio was in a good mood to visit his alma mater.

"Senior, long time no see!!

It's only been about a year since Digidelio graduated from his alma mater. Many of the juniors still remember the faces of the seniors.

As a cadet school graduate, the youngster was also a known figure in particular for his juniors, who had done various “side jobs” while in school.

There is also something funny about watching former juniors salute themselves and return abbreviated answers.

It's going to make seniors wind up, like, hang in there. Youth rush their juniors sideways to their destination.

The most extensive part of the campus is an outdoor training area. It's a big spot, like an athletic field, and it's just another place.

As a school that nurtures military personnel whose strength says things, outdoor training grounds, which are also the most frequently used facilities, are designed to be easily accessible from any building. Using school buildings as the basis for regular schools, athletic fields are obedient, but boarding officers' schools are dominated by training grounds, and the buildings in the school buildings are more amazing. The building is arranged in a form that surrounds the training ground.

In other words, when passing through a training ground is the shortest route for most destinations, graduates will remember it with their bodies.

Even today, and almost unconsciously, I was on my way to the training ground, and I heard a nostalgic voice.

"There, your hands are stopped!!

"" Yes, Mortairn instructor!!

"Be aware that it's when you're tired that you move in vain"

"" Yes!!

It is Pastry-Mil-Morthern who is shouting up, despite the climate that makes it really easy to spend if you keep quiet. Junying is the next successor to the Baron Mortairn family and teacher at the King of God boarding cadet school. She is a woman's face similar to her mother's in blue and silver hair, but her body is tight and even has an ancient audacious style in her stand-up behavior.

Digidelio called out when he found the figure of his trusty mentor.

"Instructor"

Digidelio speaks out from his belly as a cadet-educated human end. It should be called a habit stained with training that stretches your spine.

Because it was a familiar voice, or soon Pais turned his face to those who had been called.

"Oh, Sir Digidelio-Harbonch. What's wrong with you today?

Having confirmed his former goddaughter, Pais becomes a gentle face from the face of a ghost instructor. The specialty teacher is only a position in school, usually calling himself a warm ordinary person.

When Digidelio gives a formal military salute to his mentor, Pais answers that as well.

The young man also answered the question of Pais, whom he asked in gratitude, with ease.

"Shh, I had some errands at school. What did the instructor do?

"... is reworking a sweet child"

At the end of Pace's gaze, there were about ten students. Everyone would be freshmen just in this year.

A continuous pair of hands without rest, using a wooden sword. It is part of the archaeology, but when those with similar powers fight each other without a clue, they are so tired that they are unusual anyway. Because there is no such thing as hand reduction or force sharing. A pair of hands with the opponent who must always continue to give his full strength. This is tiring.

Further, if you continue without a break, it will be enough to squeeze your entire strength, and when you're done, it will even be a hundred million robberies to move one finger, an archery of hell.

Spartan education is not particularly unusual in the Mortairn-style education of mottoes, but before you get used to it, there are so many students crying out of spiciness.

Yeah, it's the road I went through, that's hard, and Digidelio turned his warm eyes to the students.

"But wasn't the instructor now retreating from direct instruction to students?

Second, Digidelio remembers. Pais was told to avoid taking students directly and teaching them because he had “done too much” before.

"The two of us who enrolled in school had a scandal about the example candy."

Pais whispers and whispers.

"I've also punished you, and I'm asking other teachers to give you strict guidance in the future, but as a matter of fact before that, I have to change my sweet consciousness that no matter what happens, someone will protect me. Regardless of your education as a soldier, there is no one else who can do this to reform consciousness."

"Ha."

The two people Pais says are a prank pair of Marc, Marcarlo, and Lumi, Luminito. There is a past where he was a habitual prisoner of stumbling and building intrusion, and it seems that his training to re-tap his sexual roots, including it, and stain his body with courtesy, is now.

"So this is more a part of punishment than mentoring. Even if it seemed like it at first sight, it's punishment, not guidance. Because it's punishment, it's strict and natural, and it doesn't sneak in to annoy other instructors."

"Reasonable..."

Is it possible that Pais, who is asked to refrain from mentoring students, punishes them instead of mentoring them? It would be subtle, but it is the boy instructor who would be the perfect choice if he were allowed to make excuses in this regard. Digidelio, who does the sagging of his boy, took the liberty of convincing him that he had nothing to worry about.

"And among the aristocratic, wrongly privileged children, especially the terrible ones, are finally in the process of being corrected. Instead, this is the principal's request, and the education of the two examples is a sneaky mess."

Boarding Officer School is a school for noble children. The students gathered are naturally aristocratic children. That's why some students show pride and arrogance.

The trend is particularly pronounced for the descendants of territorial nobles, etc.

If you are a territorial nobleman, you will be in absolute power when you are in the enclosed land. I can do anything in the land if I want to.

Legislative power, executive power, judicial power, diplomatic power, property rights, everything can be at the disposal of the territorial nobility. The superior presence that punishes them does not exist in the territory.

That is why, if we lay down a causal regime, it is in the end the territorial nobility itself who suffers the disadvantage, but it is also an environment in which we tend to mistake ourselves for being able to do whatever we want. If you are young and immature, it is easier to assume this hand.

A child whose parents are just great, but who also makes themselves look great. This is a dilemma for aristocratic schools, where a certain number of them really exist.

And I tend to misconstrue that if the power or status attached to me is high, it is even high in my abilities.

Greatness, strength and wit are each different things, but in immaturity, I often confuse this.

The type that gets upset if the person below runs forward, even though he's not fast on his own feet. Because I am great, I always consider myself praiseworthy, my starving ghost.

Every year, education begins by snapping the nasal column against the “only pride" people in this hand. The method varies from time to time, but the basics are the same.

This year's way, the principal took the lead.

When the principal of the military system was there, he had broken his nose with the exercise of his arm's strength, and when the principal of the internal affairs system was there, he had broken his heart by mouth shooting and arguing. It is also harsh to be beaten, but it is also harsh to continue to be blamed for what you cannot do.

Then this year, there was a policy that things should be exchanged rationally anyway. It is the thought of the current headmaster that he wanted to bring out his colors this year for not being able to change the content of his education very significantly in the early days of his tenure last year.

It is its policy to be cordial and polite in explaining why things are not good and what is wrong.

The cadet school elites are smart, no matter what they say. The vast majority can be understood and reflected upon if reasoned and unjustified. The principal's policy produced results that could be described as success with some exceptions to the extreme.

However, some of this pole becomes a problem.

There were only a few students who tried so hard to reason and try to correct it, but never changed their attitude.

When it comes to boarding officer school instructors, many people have been bought a job for their strength and track record. Achieving results means being close to the front line in the actual battle scene. This means low status. It is an environment in which many instructors are similar or close by.

Some of those who were injured, sick, or set to leave the front line at an ageing age, or who wanted to be a backward mentor, have a relatively high status, but they are a minority in such human beings. Highly-identified, proven, powerful servicemen, etc., because that's what the upper ranks of the army want so much that they can get their hands out of their throats. Even if you mistakenly hold the position of instructor, you will be pulled out on something.

A person with a low identity, where he preached the difference between how much identity and strength, does not reach the mind of a student wearing an identity on a cassette.

The distressed principal took out his own katana. Whoever it is, it's Pais.

He has an in-depth understanding and knowledge of the principal's "Developing Students with Wider Perspectives," and can't complain about our abilities and achievements. His father's English name is high in the world, and besides, he is close to his age with the students.

Therefore, Pais was asked by the principal to "correct the unhealed high noble offspring of arrogance".

"Is this the principal's request?"

"Yeah. It's a request that you do something about the students you really can't handle. As a mentor, the general instructor asked me to take on a difficult education."

That's a hassle, Pais mutters.

"Is that them?"

"Yes. The most discerning and eldest son of the Marquis. Even the lowly are the Viscounts. Everyone wants us to educate them about the power of the house."

"Sounds tough."

"No, it's easy to think about last year."

"haha......"

No other graduate of last year, Digidelio, who had Pais in charge, laughed bitterly. If it is said that it was a problem child, it was a problem that I couldn't excuse.

Digidelio and the others. It could be as cute as having a strange sense of privilege when you think that last year's godchildren suddenly hit each other with a fight early in the first meeting to test the strength of the instructor. The people we were gathering with were all inferior students too, so the number of bothered should be quite high.

At least, if you say it to the degree of difficulty, you'll find it hard to put on A and B.

"And how did you make it so serious?

From what Digidelio sees, the students seem to be training quite seriously. If you mean arrogance, it's not weird not to hate hard training that far.

"It's easy. I dragged it out in front of His Majesty. If you're the most prestigious people in your position, it's the quickest and easiest way to get them scolded without question from a higher position than they are, right?

"Is Your Majesty, Your Majesty the King!?

More so, it's something with a hell of an opponent out there.

Suddenly he's taken before the top of this country, and there's more to be guessed in the hearts of the scolded students.

"Is there anywhere else?

"No matter how much..."

"Your Majesty owed me and my father a little. I told her I wanted it back. His Majesty wanted to see me, too, and the sight came true quite quickly. I was the only one who exchanged words, but everyone grew up in front of His Majesty. After listening well to the instructor, intimately and incidentally with his alumni, and giving him words to encourage serious study and training, he is already an exemplary student."

"Ha ha..."

Digidelio had nothing but a grumpy sigh.

A man at the top of power spoke directly. If that content is taken lightly, the worst is the death penalty for disrespect.

It's also unusual to think about pulling out the country's top power at the behest of students, but it's also unusual to have enough connections, connections, and strengths to make it happen.

"So, I then threw in Lumi and Marc in the name of training that would keep me from being bound (obsessed) with my status. For both of us, it will be a training in never being able to get along with someone who is crude and not least undesirable. It's training that makes sense to both of us."

Training to treat Lumi and Marc, civilians from the squire family, not to be disrespectful to noble nobles. Training to prevent students from high nobility from judging their merits up and down their status. I guess it means something to both of them, but if you make a mistake, it can be a big commotion.

Some of the problems that arise in boarding officer schools every year arise by breaking the rules, whether they are up or down in status. It's either up or down patterns that cause problems.

In other words, the current training situation is one in which you are dealing with a bomb, one that you cannot do without so much confidence in handling.

Teacher Mortairn and Digidelio are impressive.

"By the way, why are you in school?

Aside from that circumstance, Pais finally referred to the discomfort with which his ex-teacher was in school.

"As a matter of fact, it was part of the recruitment effort. Sometimes the most recent young people in the Royal Institute are told to come and recruit promising talent as seniors."

Boarding Cadet School is the only national higher education institution in the Kingdom of God. That is why some of the better human beings are also mixed up as they are called geniuses. Also, there are quite a few talents who can be called outstanding no matter who sees them, not even as geniuses.

As an academic research institution, we definitely want these talents, so it is a tradition for the closest researchers to ask about their alma mater and solicit them around.

"I see, is this an OB visit...... Hmm, something unavailable"

To Pace's disturbing words, Digidelio is baffled.

"Yes, once hired is done in bulk as a laboratory, so the director keeps the assignment after hire, right?

"Mmm, why don't you pull a good human for general purpose research and this?

"I think it's hard. Lately, there have been rumors of" failure to deliver "and destruction."

Generic research is a laboratory that performs magic research, but has not yielded much results in the past year or so. Rather, by the thoughts of Pais and his itchy companions, he is deliberately concealing achievements.

This is the story of the impossibility of foundations in places like sending good people.

"... rest assured that the chief and you will be gracious to us if we are crushed. Because it would be very helpful for us to retire in a natural way if we could."

"Will it?

"To be, I'm working on it. Actually, there's been a little hanging up here lately. That's where I apparently came looking at my house as an enemy and trying to pull my leg, so I'm going to use it the other way around."

"Use the other way around?

Rumors are circulating that "general-purpose research“ might yield results. On top of that, I used our handouts to put in a clinic called Hiring Wizards of Famous Places...... In secret to the extent that the other side finds out. "

"I see."

Pais was secretly hiding, posing as a state of, and diagnosing wizard rentals with the Mortairn family and the familiar Duke of Kadrecek, among others. After subtly crafting to be found out by other nobles.

What do the people who want to pull their legs think when they see this?

One of the reasons why the results of general purpose research have not been forthcoming until now is that it was difficult to obtain the help of a wizard. The problem of humans benefiting from magic as a vested right not cooperating in research that doesn't make magic special. If this is eliminated, the results of generic research may become "possible”. Think so.

How do people move that the Mortairns don't like to achieve further results? Do you work for the Duke's house or do you step into a negative campaign for generic research? Will he hit another hand again?

Part of a vain rush. It is the Mortairn family that is so strong in intelligence warfare.

"People who want to pull our legs, they will always go away. I will try to rush it. If you don't want us to do anything further, you'll think about crushing it before it turns out. It has a great goal: a laboratory that hasn't produced results in years. It's like a bubble that can crack if you poke it. You'll want to poke me. With only a small amount of effort, we will lose a lot at first glance… it will be difficult to resist temptation"

"Ha."

Pace says the enemy has one tendency.

That means it's reasonable.

Seems like a very good thing at first glance, but from a person who wants to take the plot backwards, like Pace, it means their hands are easy to read.

When you have a situation in front of you where you can achieve more with very little effort. Dare there be rationalists who can choose the more labored and the less profited?

The smarter the opponent, the more intelligent he is, the more he moves to take over general purpose research, Pace affirmed.

"There is a lot of movement, so I think there will be movement on general purpose research in the near future. I'm willing to come to us now, and I think you can be ready."

The two whispers were dismissed with the voices of the students.