Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

September 1.

Autumn is still a hot day, but white clouds float in the clear blue sky, and the sky is gradually making you feel signs of autumn.

Since Sharon's father, Guy Jakes, came home on August 12th, we went to the woods on sunny days and improved living conditions on rainy days.

The forest has been in for a total of twelve days, with swordsman level eighteen, wind attribute magic twenty-five and one level up each. Sharon's wind attribute magic had also risen to eighteen, and by going through many battles, he was able to cope calmly even when he saw most of the demons.

Improve the living environment of your house, but there are two main things you have done.

The first is the installation of a bath.

The bath was decided to be installed in a room with drainage facilities on the ground floor, and the bathtub made something larger for about 2m x 80cm deep.

When I used to make it in the village of Rasmore, it took about twenty days, but the tub was completed in about three days because of a sixfold increase in magic compared to when I was five.

Furthermore, compared to that time, the magic technique was improved, so that the surface of a block of stone made of the magic of stone production (stone creation) could be changed like glass. Thanks to this, I was able to build a tub that looked more like a tile than a stone.

It's a way to boil the water, but we're the only ones who use this tub, so we're magically going to boil the water. For this reason, cauldrons and the like are not installed.

He wanted more showers, so he put a barrel at the top of the bath and made a simple shower with only Jouro's tip in his hand at the hardware store.

This shower also basically presupposes magic, where water is stretched with the magic of water generation (creative water) and warmed with the magic of the perche effect.

It's this bath, but it takes about a third of my current magic power to put water in the tub, and even more temperatures will take a fair amount of magic.

As for the water, Liddy could make it, and Sharon could raise the temperature, so it wasn't that much of a burden, but it made me realize how convenient life was when I was in Japan.

Well, it's not that hard now that the heat is still harsh and all I need to do is shower.

It feels pretty good to get a warm "wet" shower at this time of summer.

Both Liddy and Sharon liked it and it was worth making.

The other is the fridge.

Refrigerator is an ice refrigerator that cools with ice. Of course it wasn't made on its own, it was made by a furniture artist who was referred to it by the realtor McCloud. The craftsman who brought it to me was tilting his neck firmly to see what he would use the box-like furniture made of this thick tree for.

The ice refrigerator has a height of about 1 m and a volume of about 70 cm x 50 cm x 50 cm, with three shelves inside. There is a square vessel in it that I had made from a copper plate, where I place ice and cool it.

Because of its poor sealing, the ice dissolves fairly quickly, but it still helps a lot to store meat and fish.

By the way, ice also creates with the magic of the perche effect, but consumes quite a bit of magic to take away latent heat.

When it's winter, I'm thinking of boiling the bath and putting it on a set.

And today is the entrance ceremony.

I changed into a brand new uniform and was on my way to college with Liddy and Sharon.

There are a lot of freshmen dressed in brand new uniforms just like ours along the way, and they look naïve.

The admission ceremony takes place in the courtyard in front of the school building.

We freshmen line up on the front side by class, and sophomores through fifth grade students line up behind them.

I stood at the far end of the front row, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

The admission ceremony itself feels similar to that of a Japanese school, starting with the greetings of the Dean of the College and the President of the Board, as well as the so-called great man who said that he was a councillor of the visiting magician's guild, followed by the words of welcome of the students.

The last one is a greeting from a freshman, but I'm clearly unwilling to say hello. By the day before, we had prepared a nasty text that appropriately linked previous historical greetings.

A man in his forties or so as a facilitator,

"Freshman Representative, Mr. Lockhart"

I said in a cheerful voice, "Yes!" Answer and move on.

"Become a part of today's flourishing Tilia School of Magic...... it is the best thing that has ever happened in my life...... I aspire to be a fine college student like my predecessors...... I hereby declare that I will be a fine magician under the guidance of my teachers from now on. Zacharias Lockhart, the 281st term student representative"

When I finish a minute's greeting, my applause boils.

I went back to my place, tightening my face that was about to loosen when I was "done".

At the end of the entrance ceremony, orientation takes place in each classroom.

As we enter the classroom, Teacher Alic Bennett, who is in charge of us, comes up to the lecture floor and gives out loud instructions, "Get to your seats in order".

Teaching Bennett is a late twenties man with thin-eyed shapes.

We get to our seats, as we were told, looking at the paper with the number on it. My seat is in the front seat on the entrance side with Sharon next to me.

Everyone just got to their seats,

"For a year, that number will be your attendance number…"

In this elite class, attendance numbers appear to be in grade-order. After next year it will change in the previous year's order, but I thought it was an easy system to understand.

Incidentally, two to five groups are numbered in alphabetical order, and differentiation is also sought here.

"This is Alic Bennett, who will be in your position for the next year. I'll be in charge of all the sitting classes, so come and ask me anything you don't know. Then introduce yourself from the top."

Teaching Bennett saw me, so I immediately got up and started introducing myself.

"I'm Zacharias Lockhart. It's out of the country, so I don't know a lot about it, thank you."

As soon as I say that, I sit down.

Sharon stands up on my behalf and bows her head in a small voice and says, "It's Sharon Jakes... thank you". You didn't assume this, you seem pretty upset.

Then we introduce ourselves one after the other.

There are still many twelve or three years old, many taller than me. Suffice it to say that Sharon is the shortest, especially with only about a hundred and forty cm.

At the end of everyone's introduction, Teaching Bennett tried to start orientation.

But a boy student next to Sharon stood up softly and began to ask questions to the teaching. The boy was Quentin Worgman, who passed in third place, standing confidently and carefree.

"I'd like to ask my teacher, isn't there something in this that you illegally enrolled in?

Teaching is "fraudulent? What do you mean," he asks back.

I had some anticipation of what he was going to say.

"I hear Lockhart and Jakes are only ten years old. This college should only be able to take exams from the age of twelve. If it's true that you're ten, I don't think you deserve to be here."

I was about to erupt unexpectedly. And he was interested in how the teaching would answer, and decided to watch things change in a somewhat mean way.

Teaching Bennett said, "I've been looking into it, too, but there's no age limit on college policy. So they'll be eligible for the exam," he replied softly.

Quentin never seemed to expect such an answer back, turning from a winning face to a remorseful look as if teething, his face gradually becoming red.

(You didn't look it up yourself to point it out in grandeur. Well, I guess I can say he sounds like a twelve-year-old, but I guess he was pretty embarrassed because he was so confident)

He rebukes us even more with his reddish face.

"There's no way a ten-year-old can be the chief and second seat! I'm determined to have an inch!

I call it almost like a child's eclampsia, but Teaching Bennett whispers it in a soft tone, in contrast.

"I understand that you regret being late for your younger child. But if you're going to point that out here, at least give me proof before I say it."

Quentin blushed even more, but couldn't say anything more, making a loud noise with Don and lowering his hips.

(I can understand him wanting to say that. If it weren't for us, he would have been the chief. But at least I think you need to apologize to us. Dr. Bennett doesn't seem to be going to say anything more. Well, it doesn't matter to me...)

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to be learning at this college tomorrow. Some of you are aristocrats, and some are civilians. I also have a lot of origins here with Doctus, Sartooth in the north, and Frogm in the south. But I don't discriminate in my identity or place of origin any more than I learn in this college. I will protect you all from this. So, this is how you all call each other, but make sure that you forbid them to make subtle tributes or call-ups, and that you call them misters for men and misses for women. Of course, treat me respectfully as an adult..."

The School of Magic brings together students from various countries, from the northern part of the Caerm Empire to the northern Kingdom of Sartooth. Some of them would be brought to the royal family, and others would wear their identities as umbrellas and behave in a transgressive manner.

Therefore, in order to eliminate differences based on identity in the college, in the official place, that is, during classes, it is to be called uniformly Mr. or Miss.

Naturally, when I call Sharon, I'll call her Miss Jakes.

(Sounds like some Lanobe magic school. Exactly. I guess the demon doesn't summon...)

I was laughing and listening to what Bennett said.

"... some of these are officials of those who hold the high office of Mage Guild, and some of them are from the immediate family of the Earls of the Kingdom of Saru. But this college forbids you to use that identity. Never forget this…"

Bennett's explanation of teaching goes on.

"... As you already know, there is a break every five days in this college. Five and zero days will be a holiday…"

This college, or this city, is closed for fifty days. This other day of January, April and October is closed due to the festivities, while July and August are closed in summer.

"So do you have any questions? If not, we shall be dissolved with this today. Mr. Lockhart. From now on, give a signal of greeting at the start and end of your career. Now stand up!"

Everyone gets up on the signal of Bennett teaching.

And the teaching looks at me like a chill and nods.

(You're telling me to follow. It's troublesome but I can't help it...)

I shouted, "Thank you!," he shouted, bowing his head.

The other students were caught by me and bowed their heads, and he nodded contentedly and left the classroom.

When the Bennett teaching leaves, the students also leave the classroom one after the other.

Quentin stood in front of us when me and Sharon tried to leave the classroom.

I said, "Mr. Worgman. What can I do for you?," he twisted his face and stared at us.

Me and Sharon are going through a real fight, so I don't feel anything at all as much as a kid stares at me. Conversely, it was hard to contain laughing at too much desperation.

"I'll definitely find you chickens! My father is a councillor of the Sorcerer's Alliance. So even in the college..."

He boasts of his father's power and makes threats to us, but he heats up by himself because we are neither frightened nor angry.

He said, "Watch it! I can't stay in this city right now!" He threw it away and left the classroom.

Sharon said, "What do you want?," he leans his neck.

"Well, you regret it because you couldn't be the best. Let's not get too involved."

Our first day of college ended with a slightly less aftertasteful ending.