I was painfully told that the task of teaching people is difficult inside, but it doesn't start with this much.
If teaching sucks, I think it's best to ask the person who teaches. If you don't know, it's a good idea to ask someone who's good at it.
So let's go ask Father. Being a flesh parent, I have the privilege of being at the head of the Magic Inn but easily going to see him. Well, Father, there's nothing great about it, so unless you're busy, anyone in the Magic Inn can go talk to you.
"Father, how do you teach better?
"This is abrupt talk..."
Because he is so specialized in witchcraft, some noblemen mock him as a brain muscle (a witchcraft idiot), but he is also very smart and handsome.
The reason why they say brain muscles is that they often solve disturbances by force (sorcery). But there's nothing we can do about discussing that it's going to be important enough for my father to go out, so I'm just using force. It's about the control of criminals and stuff.
Such a father seems to be working on paperwork now, not in the clerk's office in the most expensive place...... but, for some reason, Cecil, petting or signing a verdict in your lab. I've got the desk occupied, Cecil. Your temples are sore, Father. You must know what you're doing.
"Hmm, that's it, first you're gonna let me actually show you an example. Then let them actually elevate their knowledge to experience. And I can handle the compliments."
"I was going to..."
There's a famous saying, 'Let me do it, say it, let me hear it, let me praise it, people move', right? I was going to put it into practice properly...... I'm refreshed why they make me so disobedient.
Has it still caused disgust that children can be taught? It could be that my attitude seemed great or something.
Ugh, my father raised his face and picked up on me, chewing and roaring at the status quo, which didn't work. To me lowering my eyebrows, now a glance at you, Cecil. I was moving my jaw for a long time and gliding my gaze to encourage something.
It's me, Cecil, you hear such a grunt and you sneeze through your fingers as if scratching delicate silver hair.
"Nothing, one or two failures is for everyone. You just have to make use of it."
"... yeah"
"If you still can't, you can ask someone for help. Velph or Jill will help you."
"... but because this is the job I was entrusted to do"
You have to do it right. I want to teach people who are enthusiastic about learning to the end, and I don't like taking turns or anything along the way.
"So why are you refusing to help? You just have to rely on it in moderation, that's why you can't."
"Ugh..."
"All right, all right, don't give me that because I said too much.... you must be the one who taught me that I don't have to try to work alone"
I repeat my flashes and blinks when I'm told that you can't do it.
... Speaking of which, old Cecil, you were alone and lonely, weren't you? Now it's not, and it's much brighter than it used to be and I've come to rely on people.
You can't refuse it from me even though they accept it, can you?
"... Cecil, are you going to help me, too?
"... well. Not just me, but Jill will help."
The voice is soft, albeit in a slightly greedy tone. I've been making you worry. You know, I've made you care, and although such regret and patronage make you look at your head, it's not an apology I should speak of.
"Thank you, Cecil."
"Ooh."
I honestly said thank you, Cecil, and I heard you turned around like you were kind of lit up, and then secretly watched your father's head whilst it sneered. Span was a lot.
"Don't look at me, get to work," he said, turning a grumpy face. He seems to be on the mend, and Cecil is left to you, slightly wondering if his father is willing to be angry.
Father can't get out of something like tea eyesight after all this time, can he? That's why I'm very attractive and dressed, and I guess it's been fifteen years since I've been married. My mother and I are friendly and liked by the women around us.
... Sometimes I feel a little sorry for the way you are preaching to your smiling mother. It's true to say that wives are strong all the time.
"... what are you laughing at?"
"No, anything"
You're kind of cute like an infidel, Cecil, and I laughed even more. So you obstinated, Cecil, you missed your face from me.
I guess you don't realize that it's part of a cute place to break your mood and stop keeping your mouth shut for a while. Keep in mind that that's one of your attractions, Cecil.