The Noble Girl Living in Debt

As a teacher who trains knights, Bernard has taken a new step.

Students he teaches for the first time are boys aged 10 to 12 coming from a region far from the royal capital.

Everyone was a nobleman, not a nobleman, and came from a commoner. He passed the exam, so he thought that some people were gathering.

But, however, Bernard's expectations are greatly disappointed.

first day.

After being sent off by Agnes, she goes to work with her wife's lunch, and heads for the instructor's break room while being nervous.

The colleagues welcomed the young newly appointed instructor, Bernard.

I was encouraged by the director and thought that it was a good start. Until this moment.

Suddenly, the rest room door opens.

It was a 17-year-old knight before graduation.

A surprise report is given by him in a hurry.

"I'm sorry."

"What happened, Jack Ivano's fiftyth grader?"

"Teacher, it's hard! The 56th-generation students--

The 56th student was the students of Bernard.

There are ten people. Today is my first meeting.

Speaking of what they did, they said they had a brawl in the classroom.

Bernard stands up and looks at the director.

I confirmed that I nodded deeply, so I ran out of the rest area.

With the guidance of a knight who was called the fifth generation of Jack Ivano, we arrived at the classroom of the 56th generation.

The fuss was well understood from outside.

Two people are rampaging. The people around you can be singing or stunned.

If you heard the abuse, it was about your hometown. I was wondering who was going out of the country.

Bernard sighs deeply. Because their emotions were well remembered.

I remember that when I met my wife Agnies, I thought I was ridiculed as a country aristocrat. I'm sorry that I don't know the desire to rampage.

I understood that my hometown was abused and I couldn't forgive. The place that urban people call the countryside is not countryside for themselves born and raised.

I couldn't help but feel angry, but I can't ignore this fuss.

Bernard quickly opened the door and shouted.

"-What are you doing!"

The desks and chairs, which were neatly lined up, fell down, and the dust was flying in the classroom thanks to the two students rampaging around.

With the appearance of Bernard, the engagement stopped short and the students who were playing were silent.

Release the students who seemed to be working together, and instructed the surrounding students to arrange their desks and chairs.

Again, turn to the two students who were fighting.

"You, what's your name?"

"Lizzy Doll"

"Where are you from?"

"... Samirka"

"It's a land famous for wheat production. Bread made from that flour is fragrant and delicious."

Lizzie had a relentless expression, but she heard Bernard and brightened her expression.

"Our parent, a wheat farmer! Many merchants have come to buy from the capital."

"Speaking of which, it seems that the bakery in the central district was complaining about being made from Samirka flour."

"For real!?"

The next time I went to buy, Lizzie was happy.

Next, face another student.

"What do you say?"

"Kyle Germany"

"where u from?"

"Airou"

Bernard, like Lizzie, talks about local products and climate.

Then the expression that had been deflated became softer.

Everybody is proud of his hometown.

If you make it foolish, you won't be able to stay or stand.

In the first place, the act of comparing something is not good.

Everything in the world has its good parts.

Bernard wanted to know that and talked to both students.

The two who had been fighting each other deepened their understanding of each other's homeland, and it wasn't matter which one was the countryside or anytime.

I thought that the place was over and I thought I would start a class, but a student who had been quiet until now muttered words in a quiet classroom.

“…… always, always brat.”

That triggered a fuss again.

Bernard was holding his head when this happened.

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"--So the first day was a big fuss."

"That's it. Thank you."

After returning home, I heard what was happening to my new wife Agnies, so I told her about the first day.

The class did not proceed as expected and needed to be reviewed.

"It seems that the terms are difficult, and I have to change the content in the future.

"Well, if you're , you still can't take a break."

"Well, you sleep first."

"……Yes"

Agnies is a shun. However, in an instant, he immediately spoke words to support her husband.

"I'm just busy now. I'm going to spend my time relaxing."

"Yes"

That's why he pulled his wife's shoulders and gently kissed his forehead.

◇◇◇

Six months later, the apprentice knights seemed to be used to living in the royal capital.

We have a good relationship with Bernard because he is relatively young.

"Where did you meet your teacher, wife?"

"Beautiful? Is it laid on the ass?"

"……shut up"

I tended to be a little too friendly.

Bernard sometimes taught students swords after school.

Swordsmanship is not included in the class, but is taught by troops temporarily enlisted.

But the knights are busy and have no time to focus on education.

Bernard, who understood the situation, instructed the students on how to swing the sword and practice lightly in a supplementary sense.

"Don't you leave the knight and be an instructor when you're young?"

"I just hurt my leg a while ago."

"It's a lie ~"

From the perspective of the students, Bernard did not seem to have a leg problem.

"But I'm glad I was in Orlean's class. I feel like my sword's arm has risen."

"me too!"

Students who were so busy that they couldn't get their hands turned out to be good students if they could get along with each other.

On holidays, if students wish, they will be invited to the house to teach swords and study.

The doors were knocked if the students were not able to concentrate.

It was Agnes who came in, and there were sweets and tea on the tray he was holding.

"Would you like to take a break soon?"

"Well, that's right."

The students who see Agnies for the first time are stunned.

"Teacher, that person?"

"My wife"

Agnes greets with a beautiful smile.

"Do you like sweets?"

"Yes, yes!"

"And I really like it!"

"It was good"

Agnes pours tea into the cup while replying.

The young boys dyed their cheeks at a stretch and were fascinated by the beauty of tea brewing.

After Agnes leaves, the students start talking excitedly.

"Teacher's wife is a beautiful woman!"

"Sorry, that beautiful person, never seen!"

"Where can I meet you, to such a woman!"

Bernard answers a number of questions.

"I could meet if I was a knight."

The students are surprised at the answer.

"Come, knight ..."

"Hey, it's a motivation like never before ..."

"But do your best to become a knight ..."

The three people who gathered today were the only ones in the fifty-sixth genre who were far behind and lacked concentration, but since then, they have been performing steadily and will graduate with the recognition of a good knight.

Looking at the students who took the first step as a knight, Agnes was Bernard who thought that he was terrible and quiet in his heart.