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

Saturday, March 19, 907

The second spring has come since the G-class advanced exam and I will be 15 years old.

For a year and a half, the contents weren't a big time for me as an adult (old man), but the surroundings were still dizzying.

The most transformed was still Ladle. Technological innovations, particularly in Camelot and Arcloy, are progressing rapidly.

Driveways and sidewalks are paved by the development of concrete and asphalt. And a signal had been installed and the carriage had been perfectly replaced by a car.

Tracks run to the stations beside the city and run between the cities and villages of Radl at regular intervals. In addition, the tracks between Sutherland and Ladle, which were under construction, have been opened successfully, with five running daily.

With chemical laboratories and plants also set up on the outskirts of Camelot for industry, several chemical technologies have developed rapidly and the development of natural gas with methane as its main ingredient has been successful. Thus the ladle will be supplied with three water, electricity and gas as a lifeline.

In addition, a variety of convenient devices such as washing machines, refrigerators and gas stoves are developed and sold daily in the home.

Naturally, the world's luxury merchants were ecstatic about the technology of this ladle and thirsted for the sale of this equipment to other cities, starting with their homeland.

Most of these devices only make sense because of the supply of electricity. There are limits to things like rechargeable batteries. The installation of power plants in various locations has become mandatory.

Applications for patents have been made to commercial guilds for science and technology such as electricity, automobiles and railways. But no one understood how it worked after being too highly professional, and even if it could be built, it could not be maintained and turned into a useless long object.

Therefore, he was diagnosed with the admission of business members from the commercial guild to the University of Camelot, which was founded for the educational use of the Laddles.

Even assuming it was decided by the General Council of Commerce, the highest decision-making body of the commercial guild, and even for me, I am very much in favour of science and technology spreading. So I was adjusting in the direction of admitting it.

Well, here's one problem. This Camelot University is based on the right to establish a college for the professorship of my Demonic Knights College. In other words, the admission of non-imperials to the College will require permission from the imperial government.

So I asked the Imperial Government for comprehensive permission, but there was no tone out after a few weeks. When I try to make contact, on the contrary, I get called in by the imperial government.

"Gray. - No, sir Syllabe, I'll do my best."

The minister of the Ministry of Education with short and old hair leads me to the side couch and urges me to take a seat.

"Gray is fine on this occasion."

He reworded his name because after that advanced exam at the college, my name - Syllabe Inés Navarro - was sold. The imperial government, which considered itself desperate for chaos, later decided to make Lord Raddle Syllabe Inés Navarro.

I don't want Cliff or Aqua to know who I am right now. It was about wishing and wishing.

When the minister sat in my face-to-face seat,

"I'm so sorry"

I've bowed my head deep enough to put my forehead on the table.

"Hi, I can't load the situation, but I mean, do you think that Camelot Graduate School admission requires individual permission from the Imperial Government?

"I'm sorry, but that's the imperial government's decision. Camelot Graduate School is now one of the important educational facilities in our country alongside the Imperial Demonic Knights College. It's an educational institution run by you. You know the magnification of the general frame other than the Raddles?

"Yeah, they did say it was 400x this year"

Camelot University is an institution for basic radar education. It therefore permits 400 admissions every year from the Raddles.

Most importantly, rumors of Class G activity in the Advancement Exam of the Demonic Knights College called for rumors, and voices from all over the empire demanded that noble and luxurious sons be admitted to school. As a result, only twenty students were allowed to enroll as a general framework.

"I was going to expand the general frame to accommodate it, but still?

"Expanding the General Border! Really!?"

Minister of the Ministry of Education who rises to his seat with momentum. I felt the way it was too ghostly,

"Yeah, yeah. I intend to."

Slightly overwhelmed but I pull my jaw.

"Goho! Excuse me. Unfortunately, this is an imperial decision. No exceptions."

"Really? So how do you explain it to the Alliance…"

"Don't worry. I can't let Sir Gray bother me any more. Let me explain from our side to the commercial guild."

Then we'll talk about the commercial guild and the imperial government. Even if I stick my neck in any more, it's harmless and without profit. Let's beg.

"Then I'm in this"

Exit the aging Ministry of Education building after a brief greeting.

And then, suppose I finish my errands at Camelot?

Transfer from the Sagami Chamber of Commerce mansion to one of the mansions of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce in Camelot, Ladle.

The Lords' Hall is a little too big for me. Lately I've been throwing a round at Judo about Ladle's errands and he uses this mall in my life at Camelot.

Go to the [silver family knife], which is popular with families even in Camelot with its legs at the mall.

Automobiles and buses to and from. The clothes of the surrounding people were also to men and women in suits, women in one-piece clothes, plus old men in Japanese clothes.

The design of these garments was what I had the graffiti I wrote with an overview of the Earth's design finished by the Mother's Highness like a lump of taste. His mother's arms as a designer are truly genius and nothing less than earthly ones.

Stylish building with boulevard brick construction. This is the [silver family knife]. It is a familiarization of [silver knives], a restaurant that is open in principle for 24 hours.

Of the luxury restaurants, kiosks, general families and specialty stores, cheap fixers and fast food stores in Camelot, [silver family knives] are generally classified stores.

When you enter the restaurant,

"Gray!"

The long silver-haired forehead was nicely cut off, and the girl who was doughing behind her was waving her hands while carrying a delightful color all over her face.

"Lily, it would be 17 already. You're more of a lady."

"Bu, another sermon? Grey, you look like your dads these days."

swell her cheeks puffy, to the Virgin - to Lillinor,

"You have no choice. Gray is about the same age that I want to behave as a grownup. Look at Lily a little more, too."

A beautiful woman ponytailing her neighbor's silver hair - the Empress Olivia - sends her thankful and annoying advice to Lillinor as she puts a cup of coffee on her little lips.

"More than grown-ups, the contents are old people."

Sitting next to Lillinor as she poked a murky pattern that ran through the blurry and poorly heard truths,

"So? How's college life?

I even decided to give the two of you a public story that I was worried about right now.

"A lot, it's fun to learn!

"Uhm, it's so full"

The two are also students at this Camelot Graduate School. They were both interested in taking my class. I hoped to enroll in this Camelot graduate school.

Sometimes it was before that advanced exam, and there couldn't be any likes who wanted to go to college in the allegedly barbarian ladle, and the two of them were able to enroll without going through exams or anything. Of course, if it's an exam, I don't know anything about it. It is unclear whether I would have let you in safely if I had been six months late.

"Well, that's good."

I started listening to the two of them.

Lillinor is in the Department of Development Studies, and Olivia is in the Department of Political Economics to encourage her to study daily with fellow Ladlers.

I am the dean of this Camelot Graduate School. I don't even get blamed for running the business as much as I like. So I get polished every day without any compromise due to a curriculum by my haunted team of instructors.

"Have you seen Satella lately?

Have you asked me about this matter? It's not just Lilinoa. A similar question was spoken of last week by Lucia, who goes to the same Camelot large. The others are the same. I wonder how much you're worrying about your surroundings.

"Ainya. I haven't seen you much lately."

Will the Satellas S1 and S2 be harassed by teachers? My only elective day included a mythical modoki class called Imperial History and I don't even have a class. Sometimes inevitable in compulsory subjects, not even face-to-face.

Or have been thoroughly avoided from Satella since that advanced exam. Maybe it's also a draw on me.

Nevertheless, I personally see positively that Satella could have left her brother. What Satella needs from now on is a lot of company, not just me.

"Why is Gray always like that?"

Lillinor getting up her seat and pointing to her index finger.

It's not uncommon for Lillinor to get emotional so far.

"Yeah? Is that where you get angry?

"I'm not mad!

No, you're angry no matter what you think. But by rule of thumb, pointing that out would be counterproductive.

"Hmm, but Satella is 17 years old just like Lily already. Wouldn't it be weird for me to bake care for you all the time?

"My family doesn't have anything to take care of!

Does the family bake care? That certainly makes sense. Even with me, I'm pretty sure I wanted to talk to Satella once in a while.

However, I guess the adolescent children's mood was hard for an old man to understand what was in there like me, and he was lying back.

"Hmm, okay. I'll talk to you next time."

"Yeah. Absolutely!

"Thank you, Lily."

gently stroking Lily's head next door, and thanking her,

"Ugh, yeah."

I nod hesitantly at the feeling of leaning over.

"Well, let's eat"

I prompted him to start eating again.