Tilea’s Worries

"Come on, sit down."

Mires sits in a chair following the instructions of an old man.

Magic School Consultation Office.

It's a simple room with a desk, chairs, and the minimum amount of conditioning you need. This is a classroom for students with heart problems (trauma).

I killed people for the first time.

A comrade was killed nearby.

Magic school students have many opportunities to become mentally ill.

Magic students take up positions that will make battle a business in the future. I have to go through the smell of blood from my childhood. Naturally, the shepherds also come out. The school side created such a system to take care of the students' minds at all.

Veteran teachers listen to students' concerns and give advice.

The old man in front of you, Dr. Gold Hair, is one of them. I have understood the students' minds, sometimes harsh, sometimes warm, and have continued to dispel the burden of the students' minds.

When I first came out on the battlefield, I used it a lot. Though a thief, the first time I killed a person, I threw up and couldn't sleep. It was Dr. Gold who served at the time who inspired and led me to be such a recruit.

"Vincent, it's been a long time."

"Yes, the teacher is no different"

Dr. Gold gives a glowing look. He is a gentle, well-rooted man. Students who do evil can then be instructed in the form of ghosts by releasing a strict aura.

They are top notch teachers who have a lot of trust, both from their students and from their colleagues.

"I can't believe it at all. I didn't expect Elizabeth to commit such a foolishness. ruthless personality, but I thought I knew a little more about the distinction"

"... right"

"I hear you've been seeing Elizabeth a lot worse, too. I'm pitiful. Disqualified as a teacher. I went around behind my back and couldn't help you when you were hard."

"Never mind. Elizabeth was ingenious. Do evil deeds without leaving evidence. It was a genius in that way."

"No, that's not what gets done. I swore an oath to your parents when I welcomed them to the school. Students should definitely protect it and show it. That's what it looks like. I'm so sorry."

That's what Dr. Gold bows his head. A sincere attitude. That's not the word on the top. sincerity, is seeping through itself.

I like it. Honest and warm.

Pass!

This kind of delicacy needs to be protected by the queen - no, no!

What are you thinking!

Again, weird thoughts make me crazy again.

Then you're like a superior human being. The harm of becoming a high-ranking human being.

Shake your head off and shake off that thought.

"Hmm!? Vincent, what's wrong? You're still scared of Elizabeth!

"No, you don't. Never mind."

"I don't need to hesitate. Say anything. I'm the only one here. Perfect soundproofing. Never imitate leaking secrets either. You don't have to shut your mouth thinking someone will retaliate against you. I can help you."

Dr. Gold rides himself out and vents hot.

Yes, the West Street raid on Elizabeth. He was occasionally repressed again for his hero Gadelio's work. It's an ostensible story, though.

Elizabeth was defeated anyway. As a result, one after the other testified that Elizabeth had been victimized, and this prompted all the evil deeds of Elizabeth to come to light.

The nobles of the Elizabeth sect were crushed by the Anassys without their skin, and no longer frightened by the threat of Elizabeth. Many of the students who had cried in the shadows before complained in tears.

Many of those who suffered the damage of Elizabeth suffered trauma in their hearts. Because of these people, Dr. Gold is advancing day and night in the care of the victim's heart.

I was called to the counseling room as part of that. Because Elizabeth let me know you've been in pretty bad shape.

... I said I was good. Anyway, the memories around here are blurred. I remember being tortured somehow, but I'm overcoming it. I mean, I have a lot of other problems and I don't care about the old days. I really want you to spend your time with me for the other students.

Depending on that, reluctantly, you still seem to have mistaken me for being frightened by Elizabeth's shadow and mouth shut. He insisted on coming to the consultation room.

Dr. Gold and other enthusiastic teachers can't help but groan their thoughts. That's why I decided to go to the consultation room and talk to him.

Honestly, I don't really want to talk to you.

Me, too, became a high-ranking human being and worried a lot.

I wanted to talk to someone. But I can't.

As a matter of fact, I have consulted with well-known, professional people on that path. They are authoritative people who saved several people on the verge of abandonment on their way home from the battlefield. Despite all the blurring, I was wondering if it would refresh my mind if you listened to me.

But I couldn't.

As it were, well, Dr. Gold is a professional who saved the students' minds for decades. Be honest and cut off your head.

Dr. Gold would be fine.

I pushed and killed some kind of feeling, feeling that I wouldn't be able to do it again this time, and I started talking.

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A few dozen minutes later...

"Wow, I, could I have saved? Ugh, I'm just incompetent."

"Dr. Gold, you're doing great."

"So, but three years of Bee's... that case. Oh, oh, there's no such thing as rotten Micah. I wanted to save everyone. And yet, uh-huh."

"You did all you could. I have risked my life to save my students with all my might. Nobody. I know. I assure you. You've done a fine job."

"Whoa, Master Mires. Oh!

I'll stroke the back of an older, old man, both around two and three.

Huh.

It's an idea.

No more.

Why? Why is this happening?

Yes, I came here to talk to you, but somehow I'm on the side of being talked to.

They are with us, no matter how prestigious, rigorous and splendid they are. The further the conversation goes, the more this happens. I don't have time to talk about my problems. It relieves them of their problems.

Cry, say a word or two to Dr. Gold who cries down, and leave the consultation room.

I'm not even willing to go to class.

Leaving school, walking down the main street.

Nature and the inhabitants who bow their heads. Some of the inhabitants who bow their heads have gone to consultations and been consulted by the authorities. I'm not the kind of person who would easily bow his head. If you're not, you're a hard-headed man who won't bow his head if the royal nobility is his opponent.

Even such stubborn and thorough people are delighted to drown their heads.

At this rate, not to mention, young and old, royal aristocrats to slum dwellers, may begin to follow me without any gender relationship.

Since when?

I have a self that I take for granted that I can bow my head.

Since when?

I have a self that responds naturally to the meditation of worship offered.

I'm not, I'm not!

I wasn't such a big deal!

She was a proud and mediocre girl who was able to enroll in the School of Magic.

Oh, I really know how long it's been like this. Since then. Since I woke up in the square on West Avenue.

What the hell happened to me?

It's not normal.

No more.

Crouch on the spot and hold your head.

Troubled with that attitude for a while, I saw a blonde girl walking in with a bump and whining to herself.

It's Mr. Tyrea.

I'm putting my arms together and thinking about something.

I'll clear my ears.

"To whom? Who do you want? When I thought about it, it was impotent to call people from the outside. A bad person leaks secrets. Taxes could be wasted if even people with a hard mouth don't have an economic feel. Do you want me to do it now? No, I didn't learn economics, and if I do, I'm done. Oh, what do I do, what do I do? I'm already on my way to the Tyrean Theatre."

Yeah, I'm still not sure what you're talking about.

"Mr. Tyrea?

"Oh, it's not Mires!

Notice me, Mr. Tyrea smiles.

"What's wrong with you? Looks like something's bothering you."

"No, look, you have the money that Ol took from Elizabeth."

Oh, about that. infiltrated to cut Elizabeth's financial power. Looks like Mr. Ortizio did a pretty lame job... but I don't remember.

I don't remember a few days from that day.

Well, how about me?

Mr. Tyrea is worried about burglary.

"It's nothing to worry about, Mr. Tyrea. You may have touched the law, but what is that? Think of it as just execution."

"Oh, yeah. I don't blame you for everything, but I agree. I'm not accusing you of what you've done for us. I won't even turn myself in. Now, returning money to the country is just going to make us all unhappy."

"I think that's fine. So for the money, please use it as Mr Tirrea pleases."

"Ugh, yeah, even if they say so. I'm not sure how to use it."

"Isn't Mr. Tyrea full of excellent ministers? For example, why don't you talk to Mr. Drewas?

"Yu, excellence... well, excellence in a way, and trustworthiness. But they're skewed. I'll let them build my bronze statue in the middle of the king's capital."

No, no, there's something I can't say about that.

Those people are not half as loyal to Mr. Tyrea.

I think I'm going to make a bronze statue in double digits. No, it wasn't a bronze statue. A golden statue, I'm sure.

"Sure, that's troublesome"

"Right. So to speak, this is not like a tax collected from a citizen of Wangdu. I want to make something useful for my citizens. So I can't leave it to those guys. I can't do it with an amateur. You'd better ask someone else, wouldn't you? Who do you want?

Hehe, looks like Mr. Tyrea.

I'm not confused by my personal greed, I seem to do it for people.

That's why you deserve to use it.

That's why you're supposed to rule your country.

Well, I don't suppose Mr. Tyrea would be interested in such a king or rule.

Mr. Tyrea is still worried, yeah.

I don't have any proof, and even if I put it in my own pocket, it won't stop me.

They don't have the very idea of making it their own.

"Mr. Tyrea, would you like me to help you as you cross the line?

"What!? It's okay! But I have some school studies, and I'm sorry. And you're going to be responsible for one stick of crime."

"Don't worry about that. I would never do anything wrong."

"Oh, yeah, right. Mires knows what's going on, but now she knows what's going on. Well, let me ask you a favor."

"Yes."

"Now you're safe. I was in trouble because the first thing I said was," For Lord Tyrea's sake. "

"Neither do I. I'll use it for Mr. Tyrea."

"What!? No, it's -"

"Govern in such a way that the citizens of Wangdu smile. I think that is the use that will be made for Mr Tirrea. Different?

"Millace - Mmm!! You're the best!

Mr. Tyrea hugged me.

is a fervent embrace.

The previous noise has finally healed...... I'm glad to hear it.

"Te, Mr. Tyrea, I get it. 'Cause I understand."

Escape the embrace from Mr. Tyrea and take the distance.

"Thank you so much, Miles. That solves the swinging king's city government (Otsey). Miles Theatre, because I expect it."

I don't think I'm shaking anything.

And what about the Mires Theatre... is it okay to wave such a hot arm?

Yes, if you think about it, you might not listen to me properly, even if I advise you.

I am now jealous of the people of the Evil Gods.

Especially Mr. Ortizio and Mr. Edim and Mr. Ortizio.

"Um, one thing bothers me"

"What? Say anything?

"Is it okay if I speak out? Perhaps there will be discontent from you."

"It's okay, it's okay. Sure, there's a chance of bootlegging, but if I do, it's fine."

Huh?

Is it possible to activate royal privileges so easily?

"Is that okay?

"It's okay, it's okay. These are the convenient words to use. From today on, Mirez is the Finance Minister of the Evil Gods Army."

Minister of Finance!

I was going to be about a little advisor. Be careful not to let Mr. Drewas and the others run wild. I imagined a position like that.

That's right, Mr. Tyrea, diagonal behavior.

... Is it okay?

Treasury will keep you looking at the state's classified information.

Though it has fallen from the Oriental Kingdom, its financial strength, its abundant human resources. The Evil Army thinks it's a fairly powerful organization. Speaking of force alone, I won't even take a pull on a big country, no, it's lightly outweighed.

Just because there is no territory, it can no longer be called a country. You can't be dissatisfied with promoting me to such a top post in the Evil Gods Army as an outsider.

Mostly me, Tim's doll is a position.

"Mr. Tyrea, that's a pretty good post, isn't it? Can I decide without even discussing outsiders like me?

"What are you talking about! Mires is not an outsider. Someone I can trust."

"I'm glad you said that. But it's definitely boring."

"It's okay, it's okay. By and large, if you say so, they're very dear. If anyone still complains about anything, tell me. 'Cause I'm gonna preach to you by eating a trick."

That's what I'm gonna say and make a fist bone. Ha-ha-ha. Breathe in, Mr. Tilea. Like that kid's flirting level story.

I know Mr. Tyrea is the head of the Evil Gods army. I don't think it would be okay if there was such a tattoo from Mr. Tyrea.

Uh-huh, let's also get Tim's support for once. In essence, it's Tim who heads the Evil Gods army. With Tim's support, I think we can definitely carry out the project.

Guh, I don't like it.

I don't really want to make a debt to Tim. It's going to go with that hellish experiment again.