The Little Duchess’ Home Tutor

"Allen... I can't believe it, but you seem to have fallen for the Royal Palace Mage exam"

"Ha... Really?"

I have trouble reacting.

The writing felt good myself, and I don't think there were any failures in magical practice.

But - the result is not acceptable. The world, tough.

More than that, more than anything......

"Professor, do you have any work to do? It's embarrassing, but I don't have anything ahead of me to go home."

"You want me to go back to my hometown? If you care about that, you'll find a lot of jobs in the capital."

"I thought so a little bit, but it seems there are more amazing people in the world."

I wish I had a good match of corrupt answers since Royal School after the exam.

After all, I guess I couldn't have had a bad practical skill. It's what's up there. Too bad.

"I'm so sorry. You and Miss Lydia have been exceptional students in recent years."

"Thank you. I think he deserved it, so please help him in the future."

"Of course. It's about work - an old friend of mine is looking for your daughter's tutor. Until spring job, but good pay. What do you say? Why don't you do it?"

"Are you a tutor -"

It brings back bitter memories of teaching extensively with royal schools, universities.

... Oh, you're okay, this is...

"Be sure, please"

"Right. Okay, let's get in touch right away. I say hurry up."

With that said, the professor reached for the telephone provided.

Yeah? Is the other person a house with a phone that hasn't spread to the average household yet?

... I have a bad feeling about it.

"Professor. I knew it."

"Hello - it's me. Yeah, it's an example. Now, I can introduce one person. You think you're good? In my 30 years and in my teacher's life, it's a delicacy. Yeah, well. Okay, I'll leave the details to the devil later."

Put the phone down, professor with a full grin.

"You're welcome. Your student is the daughter of the Duke of Howard family, Miss Tina, who is being held back from attending Royal School this spring."

"... you've got it?

"Ha, what are you talking about? Extraordinarily brilliant godchildren are trying to make it easier by pulling into the country. You can't overlook that as the professor in charge."

"I don't want anything else to flourish... because it was miraculous to be here."

"It is your good and bad place to be honest about it. What, you will soon return to the king's capital. I can see that."

I don't care if they say so with such confidence...... it's a lot more difficult than the tutor of Her Highness the Duchess - isn't it? Same as Lydia. What, so I guess I should just stick to everything, I'm sure.

It should be noted that the name 'Your Highness' is used specifically for the four Dukes of the Kingdom due to the relationship that their royal families are married to at the time of their founding. In other countries, it's usually 'Your Excellency', isn't it?

"Okay. I beg you."

"Right. Okay, you need to get on your way. The place is much colder than the Duke of Howard's - King's Capital. Be careful."

"Professor, you can borrow the train fare."

"This is the ticket that leaves today. I kept the first class car. And another lunch."

"... I knew you'd fit in?

"Ha, I have to let my little one travel. Life is a series of surprises, Mr. Allen."

Even with such a gleeful grin......

Well, I have no choice. If I don't make money, I'll pull into the country - or I won't be able to go home. Let's work hard for about three months now.

I'm just home. I'll leave a letter for Lydia. I hope it looks warm because it's south over there.

What kind of a student would that be? I hope she's a good girl. Well, we'll figure it out.

From now on... to myself I was so optimistic, wake up! I just want to say, we need to go through all this, yeah.

One hundred days later until the Royal School chief enrolls a child who can't even use basic magic.