Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Magic school, third school yard.

Used for internships. So I was teaching classes to my students.

The flesh is only me, a nine-year-old, and by contrast, the students, who have not many 300, are only eighteen years old when they graduate.

The age difference is double, but, guys, he was listening to the class seriously.

I was slowly releasing magic from my fingertips, like cigarette smoke.

"As you can see, the magic I'm putting out right now is thick or thin. This is my magic cycle. So, that rhythm is constant, right?

Tell them that the magic is repeated in the same cycle, and then use magic.

Preliminary magic, fireball. Simple flaming magic, unlike the red magic sphere.

I used the same magic each when the magic was the darkest and the thinnest, shooting at a decoy installed in a remote location.

A fireball that struck directly at Decoy.

Its power - the thickness of the rolled firepillar was clearly proportional to the thickness of the magic.

"In this way, if you grasp your magic cycle and always use it at peak times, you can perform near your limits"

"" "Ooh, ooh..." "

The students were aligned to leak their voices and were impressed.

"This is a control method called the Mpapato formula. Come on, let's all feel the wave of magic inside us."

When I said it, the students started doing what they were honestly told.

Sage's Stone.

A stone that I built a few years ago, containing all the knowledge that exists in this world.

From there I taught my students how to control magic, called the Mpapato-style, which was lost and useless.

Not only as an honorary principal, but with classes, I teach my students this way, drawing a little knowledge from the stone of the wise.

"True! Magic is stronger than usual!

"Me too! I've been so powerful. My magic."

"Don't use the Mpapato formula, don't be aware of anything, you'll only get about 80% of the peak on average..."

The students are vibrant and magical improves.

My classes have been generally well received so far.

After class, I was walking on school grounds with my principal, Ethan.

"Thank you again, Your Highness."

"You're welcome."

"Hey, what is the Mpapato ceremony? I had no idea there was such a way. That's His Royal Highness the Vice Emperor. I'll be more conscious of it today."

"It's good for the principal to do it, but don't teach the junior year students yet"

"Well, how is that?

"It's always hard to be aware of peaks. With strength and concentration, it's counterproductive without some foundation."

"Well, that's why you only taught your graduating kids."

"That sort of thing"

"No, I didn't know you were thinking that far. I was increasingly impressed."

Ethan put his arms together as he walked and nodded firmly.

Two, I slapped Pong and his hand, as if I remembered something.

"By the way, Vice Emperor, I need to talk to you about one thing."

"Consultation, what?

"I'm sure you know it's time for the old classmates to graduate."

"Yeah, you were 18, guys"

Ethan nodded.

In this magic school, we are all supposed to graduate first at the age of 18.

"So it's time to teach the way forward."

"Pathway."

"Well it's this school, so the majority of students volunteer at the royal palace, the military, or the aristocracy. The military will have no trouble living, and if you win your position with strength, you will be promised a high income. Some kids stay in school."

"I see."

I once remembered me and Ange's tutors.

I've heard they were getting pretty good wages too because of the Duke's son's tutor.

There will also be students from the School of Magic on that path.

"So I was wondering if you could accept the graduate because His Highness the Vice Emperor had a territory"

"Give the vice emperor a job slot."

"Exactly."

Ethan said, "Whatever!" He looked at me with his face.

But... where do you work?

Deputy Imperial collar.

The Alexander Alliance was launched by his father and father-in-law, and three Horsen hands together.

It became common for Emperor Eliza to approve that and refer to these three territories collectively as the Vice Emperor Realms.

This is the third year that I became an honorary principal of the School of Magic and started having classes, but it was this year that I was able to be a deputy emperor, so I was told for the first time that I had a job.

I thought a little and nodded.

"Then only one"

"Thank you, Your Highness! Then I'll come and announce it as soon as possible."

"Yeah."

Ethan walked away with a peck of grace.

Getting a job ah...... I wonder what kind of students will want.

The next morning, Horsen Mansion.

When I come to magic school in class, I'm supposed to stay at Hawthorne's mansion.

I can also go back to Carlisle's mansion with instant travel magic without staying, but the next time I do that I look so sad when it was in Horsen, I try to stay when I get here.

The morning after I stayed this time as usual, I woke up and came to Horsen's place in the living room.

"Ha-ha-ha. Wake up, brother-in-law."

"Good morning, Master Horsen. What are you looking at?"

"Oh, this is so funny."

"Funny thing?

Cover your neck and listen back.

"It's a call from the magic school to my brother-in-law. Students, we're talking about accepting one at the vice emperor's house."

"That's the story. Yeah, ask me to. How is that funny?

"They've already killed your application, haven't they? The magnification is... 500 times."

"It's too soon! - That's crazy!

I busted in.

"Come on, what is it?"

"Because the number of graduates is just over 300, right? I know because I gave those people classes yesterday. In contrast, the frame is one… it won't multiply by 500."

"I don't know about that."

Horsen chuckled, niggling.

"Look, it's written here. As soon as the announcement came out that my brother-in-law was going to hire one, I heard that a young kid had applied for a flying test."

"... the flying class?

"Ooh, flying class, I'll make it to my brother-in-law in time for graduation this year. There were almost 200 of them."

"Er..."

I laughed bitterly.

I can't believe that's happening... Is that okay?

"Wow brother-in-law, very popular"

"No, no, no."

Sir, the school of magic has contacted you further.

A maid came to the living room.

She gave Hawthorne an envelope, often in a courtesy.

Horsen looked like a boneless samurai, duly tore the envelope, took out the contents, and read.

"......................................................................................................................."

"Hey, what? What's the matter with you?

"No, it's not a big deal. We're just talking about hope for a magic school."

"What, you want to transfer... kill!?

"Ooh."

"No way..."

Horsen widened his nibble and mouth angle.

"That's a good guess, brother-in-law. You're right. Hope is killing me for wanting to move from another magic school as our finest student. Zebra 500 people."

"It's too soon for rumors to spread!

"That's a thousand of you, brother-in-law."

Just overnight from publication.

In one frame, 300 graduates, plus a total of 1000

Normally, it had a magnification of up to 300 times and more than three times.