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

"What a surprise."

While silently watching the students engaged in the work of G-Class building architecture, I mouth simple thoughts.

Mia cuts down the surrounding trees by means of a [wind blade (wind cutter)], and the dimensions are adjusted and finely constructed by means of a [wind sculpture knife] according to the blueprint created by Cliff.

Anything, he drew blueprints from an architectural book that Pruitt borrowed from the college library, but it's not that easy for an amateur. Pruitt is a pretty promising stock. Honestly, he's nothing but a national loss, such as targeting military personnel, but he can't help it because he wants to be.

Cliff seems pretty clever. He also has an artistic taste and has an architectural look.

"Teresa, stick the pillars there to the edge of it!

"Yes. Come on."

Reinforced magic - [physical reinforcement] causes a lightly lifted large tree, Theresa, to glue the wood to the soil even with [clay workmanship], by [reinforced water bond], according to the blueprint.

Nevertheless, I didn't expect to elevate it to a level where I could handle a new breed of magic in just one day. Originally, this challenge (mission) was intended to eliminate the hopelessness of not being able to accomplish it and the conscious limitation (limiter) about the magic of being able to overcome any difficulty with just a slight change of perspective. I never dreamed it would be cleared overnight.

Were you giving a little too many tips for even describing the amount of magic? No, it should still be quite elusive to be able to exercise a new kind of magic even if you realize it.

This ensures the completion of an assignment (mission). Let's move on to the next step, even from next week.

"Sounds like more fun than I imagined."

Their success in this one is not a cliché of talent, etc., but something they thought, discussed and accomplished on their own. That's why it's worth it.

Nice. I'm getting a little interested in these people, too. I won't let you cry or cry anymore. I'll knock you in thoroughly from scratch.

"Master, now, there's always more and more and more, and you look like an asshole."

Mullah talks to me like I'm sick of it.

"Really?

"At first sight of the current master, I'm sure even the ground-bound spirit will escape barefoot"

"Instead, we're going to lose our temper."

"Ugh, it's not good, it's not good."

Ignoring the mullahs chanting Buddha with plenty of pity toward the students, I began to give thought to their upcoming education.

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May 10th, 2pm

One afternoon before the deadline, a one-story log house stood about as good as a small village elementary school.

All four of them were flirtatious, but they exercised all that magic. Rather, it is remarkable that it is done to that extent. It would prove that all four of them have misplaced magic holdings compared to other students in general. Teaching (bullying) is bad.

Congratulations, everyone, on completing Mission One.

In front of the log house, I clap a few times and look over the four of them.

Cliff looked so grumpy, and Teresa was sending a hot glance at the log house she had just been able to do while sparkling her eyes at curiosity.

In contrast, Mia and Pruitt are posturing correctly with fate and a serious face to work with.

"Teach me some magic now, Doctor!

Mia also gives silent consent to Pruitt, who rides herself out and screams.

You're making a spectacular mistake. I'm not just standing here to teach them magic. You must be right about the mistake.

"Yes, don't rush. Even if you refuse, I'll tell you. Besides, it's a magic appendix. There are many things you must learn. [M] Be aware of that."

……

Together with the appearance of temptation without exception. Again? Well, first, let's ask the most basic questions.

"Hmm, what kind of dreams do you have in the future? It doesn't matter if it's unrealistic. Answer."

While everyone frowned on my question,

"I graduate from Magic Instruction College and join the Regular Army."

Mia, too.

Pruitt and Mia stated their aspirations to the army without any hesitation,

"I will succeed my father and become the next lord of Millard territory!

swinging up his right fist, Cliff forcefully theorized,

"I guess I'm your wife..."

Teresa covers her thinly red-stained cheeks with both hands, twisting and moving her thin hips.

As expected, no one has decided at all yet? They're just being flushed by fate right now. Well, I don't know if you want initiative at their age, but it would also be a teacher's job to guide it.

Either way, there's no point in asking them anything or telling them anything any more right now. We don't have the soil to understand that. I end up in jail no matter how hard I theorize.

"I changed my mind. That concludes our class of the day. It will be a full-time class starting tomorrow. Keep your rest."

"Just give me a minute. We have time."

"You can also do serious thinking with such flirting. This is an order as a teacher. Rest."

That's all I tell you, I try to activate my back to back metastasis. So I looked over my shoulder, remembering what I had to tell you.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Be sure to go home with the four of you from now on. Ask the disobedient to sleep with the spies' pet spiders overnight"

Instruct me not to say yes or no.

I've been picking Mia up and dropping her off this past week. Not a lot of trouble. I don't mind that myself. But it's not for Mia that there are parents in school all the time. Mutual assistance between G-class students is essential.

"With the spiders...... sleeping with them?

Blood rapidly draws away from the children.

"Check, please, spy"

"Yes!"

Sue and the black-coated man showing up - I moved to Straheim even as I sighted the students who stiffened my body in a vicious manner to spy.