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

At the end of my regular exams, I was in the aftermath of the Demonic Knights College for a while.

Let's start with regular exam fraud cases.

Count Mashew Moore, who caused the wrongdoing of that test, will be forced to work in the mine too for about ten years, after being stripped of his title on multiple counts, beginning with the forgery of official documents. Not a few of them will be punished for dyeing their hands illegally following the Count.

Teachers frightened by the emperor's anger The League of Descent Lords dared to cut the tail of a good lizard and claimed Mash's death penalty, but this is a crime as a result of the Justice Agency's rare work and thrust. If it wasn't for this dictatorship, we wouldn't be on death row for this guy's crimes. I wonder if it's a reasonable line.

Of course, Mia's suspicions of wrongdoing are clear, and her answers are preserved more precisely by the photographs taken by Baron Haklow. As a result of the legitimate grading, all of my students fall within number 20 of all school students.

After the grading of all students, a general meeting of professors was held after the periodic exams, declaring the need for reform of the College.

Of course, the professors of the Gatekeeper nobility rebelled as a result of the fierce fire, but they neglect to quell the fire as soon as they have mashed injustice about the need for reform. Thanks to their self-preservation efforts, the professorial council proceeded without delay and a number of matters were decided.

One is the introduction of a credit system for disciplines.

Students choose and acquire all compulsory subjects and the number of electives designated by the College. Only those who have obtained a certain number may take advanced examinations in each academic year.

This is a credit system adopted by the average university on Earth. Students are not stupid either. The ability to distinguish between classes that are good for themselves is combined. As G- or S-classes were. And then it's the students' problem. Because the Master's mission can only be to show the way before the students.

Incidentally, this credit system is a method already employed at Camelot Graduate School in Ladle. It seems that the Dean of the Academy or Secretary Horus heard about life in Ladle from the S-Class instructors of those children and used it as a reference.

Two, a common disciplinary examination preparation committee on disciplines.

It is claimed that the old professors will continue to delegate lectures to lecturers responsible for S-class classes. Naturally, the professors of the Gatekeeper aristocracy, starting with the head teacher, revolted against this. They finally came together after approving that they would not infringe on each other's subject-matter areas, although they continued to stare at each other.

The third is running the class.

This was the most controversial. In any case, the running of the class is a tradition and a necessity of the Knights of Magic College. It takes the form of taking over senior year class positions in the old and new professors' camp.

Plus Sieg said he was getting out of class S. Come on, man. It gets so refreshing because of who I'm going to succeed.

Sieg is a professor with the title of sage, even if it is. It's obvious that if he gets down, he'll be in a situation like this chaos. Maybe this Caesar and Sylphi act had crossed an absolutely unforgivable line for Sieg.

In the extreme of the confusion, he finally settled down after insisting on a request from the Imperial Government and the Dean of the College decided to serve in the class at his discretion. Assuming that fraudulent case hadn't been picked up, it might not have been cleaned up forever.

Major members of this reform-promoting party are currently being assembled in the Dean's Office.

"So, after all, Sieg, you were named to the S-Class?

I asked Sieg, half-eyed at the top of the Buddha and still pointing that way.

"I'm not doing this!

"Don't waste it like a hungry ghost. You gonna throw it on the way in a good year?

Poking at a steeple that I don't want to be touched most by him with my shoulders clasped.

"It's the same thing your Lord is throwing at you!

"Don't be with me. I have shown my students the way this past year. My students can choose their own path."

……

Sieg with a giddy toothpick.

"You've just been letting Caesar and Silfi handle this for the past year. I might have given the young guys a way backwards, but that stuff is just a run away. I did virtually nothing. I just left it. I don't deserve to criticize those young people for being impotent to you."

"Guru..."

In the midst of Zeke not being able to return a word,

"No, no, the younger guys, you're supposed to be much younger!

Boom-boom my right hand to the left and right and Dean Liott gave me such a scratch that I don't care.

"I don't know what it feels like to be a monster like you."

"Sieg, did you finally sprinkle your brain miso? It's just another person's crappy assessment of mediocre differences and such.

Number one, how do you define that? Is that some kind of magic talent? Or how fast your head spins? It's not like it's a mirage or a charisma, is it?

"There's no such thing as persuasion or dust, even if you tell the Lord you have it all!

"I have everything? Don't be an idiot. If I were a superman like you, that would be easy. But because I'm not, I've been scattering away!

Yes. My halfway and crude deeds killed Zem and Jill. And I can't even recall the shards, but I'm sure I did too in the past. That is why I sincerely despise those who give up without taking any action and entrust their destiny to heaven.

……

Sieg's toothpick that makes it even stronger. I try to convince such a zeek one last time.

"Scratch your feet. That's what you should do first for the kids!

……

Sieg turning his back on me.

I can easily imagine how Sieg feels right now without having to look at his expression. He left the room without opening his mouth and scorching himself with anger.

"Are you sure? Sieg, the old lads..."

The Dean of the Academy hesitates to ask me about its sincerity.

"I'm aware of that a lot. But he's fine. He's not the kind of guy who throws his blame away."

He's originally a strong sense of responsibility, and Sieg should be polishing his head to the Sylphis who will never forgive him. But he'll be able to teach himself for the students. Don't worry if you leave S-Class to him anymore.

"Really, you're not childish. I don't think she's any younger than my old lady or daughter."

to the Dean of the College, who groans like a shriek,

"I think now is the time. So, what happened to the S-class and G-class?

Rebecca moved on.

"Everyone wanted to stay in the second life. He wants to learn more in college."

Class S is a new special class. The basics are based (based) on the top scorers in the entrance exam, but a few, starting with Aqua, are pulling talented students on special scholarships from their senior year.

Especially a few starting with Aqua for the next 4 regenerations. Should have graduated this year, in due course. That's why I let them choose whether to take this advanced exam as a real graduation exam or continue their student life for another three years as a second-rate in class S.

And that applies to class G as well. Pruitt, Teresa and Cliff have different but the same number of regenerations in their retention years. Computationally, that means graduation in two years. They were also asked to choose between S-Class II regeneration or progress to A-Class III regeneration.

"The need for competitors is like demonstrated in this year's S-Class and G-Class cases.

I will present a proposal to divide the classes of each academic year into two parts at the next general meeting of professors. "

Rebecca declares slightly excited.

"A few elite classes? Isn't that okay? Only professors in charge of compulsory subjects cannot serve concurrently. This system allows most professors to serve. There will be no greater opposition from the Gate nobles than there will be no blurring."

A professor of combat magic nods satisfactorily as he mocks that blonde boy's head.

If this Rebecca proposal is adopted, each class in each academic year will be reorganized into two classes: one and two.

In due course, those who have been S-classes will be organized into S-1 class 2 regeneration and G-class into S-2 class 2 regeneration.

"Classes S1 and S2 will also be staffed by combat officers from my Chamber of Commerce."

"That helps"

Stand up with your right hand up to the Dean of the College, who will bow his head to me.

I've already talked about it. Let's leave the details to them.

"So now I am!

I leave the dean's office, too.

The west sun was gently enveloping the earth like a burning beacon.

All came with it. I can afford more time than leaving my post.

As Georg said. This world stinks a lot lately. Everything that happens is at an unusual level. Full workout is mandatory. As long as we have time to go, we should even repeat our workouts.

Transferring in the shade of a tree changes the surrounding landscape into a golden, monochromatic room.

"Also, are you going to butch your feet into that hell..."

Mullah's grief makes her voice rumble in her brain like she's giving up somewhere.

"Let's go."

Grasping the murky pattern, I stepped out into life-threatening training.