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

No, if it's so obvious to the boulder, Odysan will honestly pull it off, too.

I see a digging cabin in front of me, and I sigh a small sigh.

The grounds are quite large, but the cabins are damaged everywhere to the extent that a few of the wooden people can get in, with weeds growing at their feet and even inside the building. The light of day is always, blocked and dim in the lush trees around us. If you describe this place in a nutshell, is it a haunted mansion?

Either way, this is not a place where people can live. I can't do classes in a place like this. This is a good opportunity. We will give some basic life magic lectures, such as earthly magic, and ask them to build their own classrooms.

"You're all set. Nice to meet you! Falling out, gentlemen! This is Silabe Inés Navarro, whom I am your instructor. Well, thank you very much."

I say to the four men and women who stare at me with a face that looks frigid in front of me.

"That's a lot smaller. That's what the big voice is for. Are you a rumored dwarf?

A slightly ill-eyed red-haired boy, with his hand in his pocket, turns a gruesome gaze and words as he approaches me.

I don't know.

This boy is Pruitt Browser. The real son of Lampertz Browser, whom I gave guidance in the earlier undead case.

Siege's material suggests that the roots are quite serious, depending on how they appear, but they are fatally lacking in magic and none of the power of the attack magic system can be said to be. He/she is familiar with it and has acquired magic mainly for melee combat, but he/she defeats even women from his/her original frail physique. In the end, the regular exam grades are below. Finally, this time, I would like to go to class G.

Here's the thing, but as a result of the analysis, his magic power is e-. It's supposed to be top notch magic holdings in the School of Magic Instruction...

"Mmm."

Pushing Pruitt over, he sniffs Sung Sung and his nose as Teresa puts her face closer to me.

"Hey, what?

of boulders. When I'm also faced with her quirks,

"You, somewhere..."

Observe me as Girosilo and squeal with polarity. A girl like a wild child. I know it's against my memory by smell, but if I hadn't changed my voice, I'd have been spotted with me. That's exactly what you got your whole life for nine deaths.

Teresa has physical abilities, but magic seems to be a tease, to her high combat skills.

I can't even use the magic of the physical enhancement system, so my regular exam scored poorly, and this time, I fell into class G. Although this is pre-construction, she also has an average E - physical ability. There's no way you're gonna lose in practical training. Perhaps it is also due to her being the daughter of Count Hartwigh, a regional luxury male.

"Come on, I don't know you."

"Hmm, I remember this sweet unpleasant feeling..."

I've entered my world perfectly. I don't wear teeth, such as Theresa, and the blonde toddler comes before me,

"I want you to start class soon."

That's what I've been asking for. This daughter is a virgin sitting next to her during an undergraduate exam and I have a cause for her as well.

Mia Curros - the niece of Lord Curros. With considerable magic holdings and a good overall score, she was originally a S-class, but an unlucky girl who was troubled this time by Lord Curros' loss of legs from the professors of the Gatekeeper aristocracy.

The dossier says she can't let this college go. There are mixed circumstances. My actions are also contributing to her now going to class G. I have to take that responsibility.

"That's right! If we don't pass our regular exams, we'll be out of school. I don't have any more!

Cliff Millard recounts Mia's words.

My half-brother. Initially, he was a newcomer to expectations, but one incident prevents him from successfully activating the magic since it erupted. I guess I'm struggling with that because of how it is.

"Then let's get into class, as you wish."

Once, cut the words, look at Mia and the others gleefully, and continue the conversation.

"My classes are assignment-based. I'm going to ask you guys to do some work."

"Is that an assignment?

Mia tilts her ankle with Kyoton.

"Oh, it's quite elusive, but if we can clear it all, let's promise we can pass regular exams and other easy wins"

"Oh, my God, you're so confident!

"It's not about confidence, it's just a fact. First, passing the periodic exam? I won't be able to tell you if my mouth is ripped right away, such as when it's warm."

Truth. I'll be more thorough than assuming I've taken on the role of instructor. I don't like basic compromises.

Pruitt spits on the ground with an unpleasant look on his face at the cliffs and throats. Teresa is still thinking about it, and when it comes to Mia, she just looks at Bo and me with sleepy eyes.

"Okay, this is our first mission. Build a classroom here with your hands. The deadline expires at 8 a.m. on May 11, seven days later. More than that, as I intend not to wait a minute or a second."

"Huh? Build a classroom!?"

to Pruitt, who raises a barbaric question,

"Yes."

I nod softly as I answer.

"Don't be ridiculous! I am the next head of the Millard family and a member of the aristocratic community. Why do I have to do a civilian impersonation when I'm a carpenter? Yikes!? I want you to start classes soon!

Cliff raising his voice of criticism. Mia, who doesn't change one expression and waits for my word, turns to Theresa who looks uncomfortable with Cliff's words.

"Classroom architecture is a mission. That's part of the class. If you don't like it, you can quit right away."

"Damn......"

to Cliff, who regrettably offends,

"I'm not going to make fun of the carpenter's job. Unlike the nobles there, I'm a civilian, too. I don't want to spend the night overnight, I understand it's important work.

But what we want is an Imperial soldier, a knight. If we imitate a carpenter like that, we won't be much of ourselves, and on the contrary, we'll be rude to the profession. Aren't you?

Pruitt seems to spin his head fast, but don't use your precious talent to reason like this. It's a waste of effort.

"I think so too."

"Really?"

Yeah. Mia hitting a small gavel with Teresa, who nods so loudly.

Teresa doesn't want to flirt with noble signs, but she doesn't want to work as a carpenter either. Mia wants to take classes soon. Is that the place?

Damn, you're so sweet from your guts.

"Don't lick it. You guys can't imitate a carpenter's job no matter how much you appreciate it from the edge. I'm just telling them to build their own place."

"So I didn't think I could do that."

Listening to any objections from Pruitt and the others, activating [wind manipulation] from overhead in a run-down building is squashed in a flash. Exactly if the wind blows, it collapses. You've always existed with this strength. Were you protected from strong winds by this lush tree?

Either way, bugs seem to be gushing, and they're completely rotten. I can't do classes in a place like this.

"I helped him with the demolition. And then it's your job."

With my eyes wide open and my buttocks staring at the prute without being slight, I take out a special blackboard and chalk from the item box from the Sagami Chamber of Commerce. I let the tech department make it for outdoor classes.

"Whoa!!"

The sudden occurrence of two meters is on a blackboard, a plute that leaps backwards aggressively.

"Wow!"

In contrast, Teresa approaches the blackboard as she cheers and brightens her eyes to curiosity.

Mia still stared at the blackboard with her sleepy eyes without moving one eyebrow and Cliff was pulling a hick and cheek.

to them who show exactly what the Trinity looks like,

"Then we'll start classes to create a G-class school building."

I take the chalk and start the class.