The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

7: 00 AM EST May 4, 905 Front Slope, Imperial College of Magic Knights College

Today is the entrance ceremony. We are currently going up a steep, long slope that stretches up to the main school building of Satella, Aria and the College.

The admission ceremony was initially scheduled for the beginning of April, but there appeared to be some problems with the college. About a month later, I was notified that it would be postponed.

Furthermore, the content that was sent to us a few days ago completely enrages Satella.

"Satella, how long have you been mad?"

"I don't know!

As I stroke its head to forgive Satella, who is still preppy, Aria, nervous about the bees, enters her sight.

Recently, Aria, as a member of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce, was eager to move around in her work with the Lower Town Association of Rise.

Restaurant starts operating by offering recipes and ingredients from stores where renovation work has been completed. Almost all stores performed well, with nearly half queued.

Some of the retailers sold new products recently developed by the Sagami Chamber of Commerce, but they become ignorant rumors and customers arrive.

Specifically, through the experimental operation of automatic looms using steam engines as power from garment stores, hemp is used to sell clothing of several designs. From the furniture store, they sold watches as ornaments, such as glasses, and from the precious metal store.

Aria consulted Judo, vice president of the Chamber of Commerce, and Leroy, director of technical affairs, and presented multiple proposals at regular meetings of the Chamber of Commerce, some of which have been adopted.

Because she was so busy every day, Aria never said anything special about her father until a few days ago. Well, I may have just misled my anxiety and expectations because of my busy schedule.

Even if it's so hard, your father won't run away this time.

For once, he's the school director, assuming. I won't be absent from the admission ceremony just because it's awkward to see my daughter. I mean, how whimsical it is to meet my real daughter and so on, it's a glass heart.

"Ugh, yeah!

With my father's words out, my symptoms get worse and worse, to Aria, who finally becomes an unwieldy move like a brisket doll.

"It's okay. Your father sent you a letter, didn't he?

Place your hands on your chest and declare forcefully that Satella will stand before Aria.

"Ugh!

Finally, the color of anxiety disappears from Aria's face and becomes that of the usual happy girl.

"That's right, Master Gray, are you really going to go to college with that mask on?

"Sort of. I have my sister Aqua in this college, and I'll let her push me through."

Besides, if that notification is true, it's going to be spectacularly troublesome if you expose your face to yourself.

But if you talk about it here, Satella's mood may sink.

"This evening is your admission celebration. Besides, Rosh and Liase are going to the School of Magic Instruction's sister school as soon as possible, and I was hoping to celebrate soon."

The Dean of the Academy has told me he wants to thank my daughter for her protection, so Rosh, when I asked her to be accepted into Liase's educational institution, she was so admitted.

Are you sure it was a branch of the Imperial Institute of Demonic Knights Guidance - Eliza College? It is a school attended by noble and luxurious sons who have fallen to the Knights of Magic College, and it is supposed to be a fairly prestigious college, but it is not very well received by them, especially by Roche. He says he wants me to teach him academics directly if he wastes enough time on such a waste.

But school is not just a place to learn. It is only in order to acquire the most important things as a person, such as communication skills, coordination, etc. Roche and his brothers and sisters have lived especially in an environment where children generally do not deserve to live: a mercenary regiment. Attaching the missing common sense is mandatory. The Aquids and the Red Phoenix Brigade agreed on this.

"Dear Gray, I'm still not convinced!

"Satella, stop this and put it down."

Strongly stop Satella from trying to punch her grievances. Honestly, there's no big difference for me, like where and to whom, and that would be the same for Satella. Truth is, I get to the point that Satella's anger forced her away from me.

But this is rather a good opportunity. Satella is also always in trouble for me. I can't stay beside her forever either. I'm lonely, but the flesh parents (sisters and brothers) are something I should take another path someday.

……

I'm not convinced at all to look at it from the way it looks like I'm bending over regrettably.

I move my legs up the hill, laughing bitterly, too.

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As you break up with Satella, Aria, and step into the designated teaching chamber, your gaze gathers all over the room simultaneously.

"Kid, you, what a sight to be late!!"

When an old man with gray hair comes to me with an amazing sword screen, he spits and curls.

"Well, it should be on time?

When you look at the watch, it's 7: 35. The meeting in the letter should have been at 8 a.m.

"The new recruit is set to meet half an hour ago!!"

I don't know about local rules like that. Then I should write something in the letter from the beginning that says assemble 30 minutes in advance. Nevertheless, I hear that there are companies on the planet that impose the rules of that hand, and I certainly lacked consideration.

If you correct your posture,

"This is rude."

Meet gently.

"What, that attitude!!?"

Is this grandfather not tired of being so angry all the time?

"I'm still going to apologize for this, right?

"Don't be ridiculous! Where's the apology for that!

The person who immediately became obsessed with this hand felt like he had been there all his life... If you break more than you need for this pact, you lose. That's what my instincts know.

It's a real hassle. Nothing. I'm not going to get along with these people. There's no fine dust. Assuming it causes you to be fired, I have already prepared a document stating that the emperor and, in future, the territory of Ladoah belong to me.

I don't know if it's customary, but if you're breaking a pact and trying to take it away from me by force, the Empire is my enemy. In that case, independence with Radoo, until it entertains a new country.

... um. No trouble at all.

When I tried to open my mouth to end this farce...

"Teacher, I was the one who made a statement to the effect that the notice should be just before. Dr. Gray has nothing to do with it. Could you put this place away with my face up?

A gentle looking man with long blonde hair advances to an old grey-haired man known as the head teacher.

"Dean, have you forgotten the position of your ancestors?

"Yes, therefore I must be neutral. We are not going to support any forces."

The head teacher, biting his back teeth and staring at me with the resentful eyes of his parents, while expressing his anger all over his body, leaves the room with a few offerings.

"I know you have some things to think about, but I want you to forgive me"

"No."

Sure, I don't care what your stubborn grandfather says or does. Just to argue, maybe it's a waste.

"Then it's time for the entrance ceremony. Let's go."

Striking his hand with the bread prompts the other professors, and the school director leaves the room.

"Let's go too."

To the words of a brunette young man whose eyes are as thin as a line,

"Right."

I gave myself up to a wave of people when I snorted, too.

When you exit the central school building from the west side, a large wooden building, as many as the university auditorium, appears.

Three meters is a black carpet hall when you creep through an open door.

"Dr. Grey, we're over here."

Dark-haired young man with eyes as thin as a line leading me to bounce with a full smile.

On the way here, we have already introduced ourselves briefly. He seems to be Oscar Lanswick, a professor of life magic.

Combat magic is supreme in this world, and life magic tends to be largely unimportant. But what is inherently most important is the magic of life that extends the benefits of magic to the sphere of life. At least that's what I think, and I think I understand the importance of it around Emperor Georg and Sage Sieg.

I talk to this guy named Oscar because he has such a common idea. Conversations with things that have the same taste all the time are fun.

If you open a nearby door to try it, a space with fan-shaped steps and a chair. Sandalwood on the bottom floor.

"Is this a theater?

"Yeah, this is the grand auditorium that His Majesty the Emperor built for his students. As well as ceremonies and other events, choruses and other performances are also performed in operas several times a year for students."

The ideal ceremonial venue for universities, etc., even on Earth. Every world seems to think the same about humans.

Weirdly impressed, he goes up from the back door to the sandalwood where the curtain remains down and sits in the chair in the designated corner.

The curtain rises and faces the students. The gaze of the neglected students pours on me because of the wearing of the mask and the length of this back.

Boys' students wear white jackets with grey trousers and a navy blazer-like jacket. Girls students also wear skirts to their knees, although their jackets and jackets are almost identical to those of boys.

(Well, I wonder where my students are)

If I had the correct information, I would have had a half-brother, Cliff.

"There you are..."

Potsung and four men and women sat in the deepest corner, like a lonely island on land worthy of the G-class at the bottom.

No way, I'm honestly surprised that the four students I receive, all of them students with a certain involvement in me.

(So, Dr. Gray's voice, how are you changing it? Is it magic?

Rebecca whispers in my ear like an old wizard named Hat in a blue robe sitting next to me.

(It's a material. I got it recently)

The cheat gift of [Permanent Workshop] development creates a transceiver and makes it the voice of an adult man. I don't have time for this with my sister Aqua, my half-brother Cliff, or Teresa, who just recently had one.

(It's a rare material!! Could you show it a little!!)

to Rebecca as she embarks on her excitement,

(I'll show you later slowly. So calm down a little)

voices of restraint, but the previous Oscar also looked back at Kurli,

"Is it true! Not for me either!!"

And, stick up your voice. Concentrating gaze at the same time. Shit, that's a lot of attention.

That's right, Mr. Oscar, you must be a professor at this academy for once. Then it's no different from the students.

"Don't be quiet there!!"

Words of a tough school director sometime. The headteacher on the side was pointing a shooting glance at me that raised his thick blue muscle. Come on, it's my fault.

Rebecca and Oscar correct their posture, as they were panicked by the school director and the head teacher. Now you know which one is the student.

The solemn meeting proceeds from the school director's ambitions since enrollment, from the chivalrous old tales of the head teacher, to the introduction of the individual professor himself.

It's finally my turn.

"Class G, Dr. Syllabe."

The school director tries to call my name,

"That concludes the admissions ceremony. Dismissed!"

The blonde-titted professor in the host stands up and makes an end declaration.

A bunch of unreserved voices of students containing plenty of doubt boil down to about half the professors who stand up one after the other and leave the venue.

I don't care about greetings or anything, but let me dare just say this.

(Hungry ghosts, those guys!!)

That's how I poisoned myself when I got an annoying gaze of sympathy from around me.