Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

October 2.

After receiving information from the information-gathering adventurer Cy Furman, I was wondering what I should do in the future.

(Would you like to organize the information from a secure point of view? First of all, Bennett - the Aric Bennett teacher in charge - definitely tried to kick us out of college. Classmate, Quentin Worgman tutor Archie Croft also definitely gave Bennett instructions first......)

So far, almost certain information.

And I'm going to scrutinize the information the rhinos have examined for me.

(Croft has been under Senator Worgman for eight years. And it was Councillor Isherwood's recommendation that got the hang of it... Isherwood is thinking of using it in relation to Senator Worgman and pushing it down if he gets a chance. Furthermore, he is in a collusive relationship with Senator Ibbetson - Chairman of the HR Committee, Wargman's political opponent... I don't mind going so far, but how do we use this information...)

I had no intention of reforming the Sorcerer's Guild, nor of getting caught up in a political dispute between Senator Worgman and Councillor Isherwood, or even Senator Ibbetson.

(... I just wish we could live quietly. Kind of feels like the story got too big to move the other way around. There is no guarantee that the information we have now is correct, and the relationship between the three of us, Wargman, Isherwood and Ibbetson, is too complicated to know how far it is true. There is no denying the possibility of getting into a political conflict if we move poorly in this situation. Besides, it doesn't mean Senator Worgman is righteous and Councillor Isherwood or Senator Ibbetson is evil. Senator Worgman doesn't seem to have a clean white figure either...)

I couldn't think straight and talked to Liddy and Sharon.

"I gathered information around the corner, but the story is too big to use. What am I supposed to do?

Liddy asked me.

"I've learned so far, so do it until you reform the Mage Guild and the College. Because you can do it."

I laughed bitterly at those irresponsible words.

"That being said, it's an organization comparable to the country, the Mage Guild. No one or two can reform such a thing. Think more realistically."

Liddy tried to say something more, but he started talking like Sharon said it was a snack, so he whispered.

"I'm not sure, but wasn't what Master Zach wanted to do to make sure he could take proper classes?

I realized in Sharon's words that I had forgotten my original purpose.

If the class suited the students' abilities and aptitudes, at least things like this wouldn't have happened. Education that suits each student in a class of forty would be quite difficult in reality. However, if we improve the quality of teachers and further assign those who assist teachers or make them elective, we should be able to improve them considerably.

Furthermore, with the introduction of a flying-class system, talented people can be brought into the world without wasting time like in today's classes.

I remembered what my purpose was, and I stroked Sharon's head in gratitude. Because somehow she seems happy when I stroke her head.

"You sure do. In the first place, this wouldn't have happened if I had taken proper classes. Yeah, it sure is. Thanks, Sharon."

Sharon blushed and leaned down, "Nothing like being thanked..."

Seeing how it went, Liddy laughed a little, "So, what do you do? I've heard."

"Right. I think I'll hit Senator Worgman directly. I'm proactive in reforming the college, and if I talk well, I might be able to take decent classes."

"But from what I've heard, I don't feel like I can trust anyone named Wargman, either."

Liddy said that with a slightly worried face.

"I guess you can't just take the story with you normally. I'll think about it."

I go around thinking about what to do.

(The point is, we just need to use Senator Worgman to better run the college. I don't think the senator will listen to a single student, or even a child as young as 10. So, what do we do? You just have to make sure he wants his opinion. It's best to make him think he's profitable or dangerous for that too... yeah, let's go with this hand. At least this hand should do us little harm if we fail)

I told Liddy and Sharon what I thought.

"... so this is how I take the story to Senator Wargman. Is there anything strange or out of your mind?

Both Liddy and Sharon shake their heads sideways.

Liddy said, "But they're big politicians. Are you all right? Wouldn't this story make a lot of sense if we couldn't cross it with dignity? I've heard."

"Right. The opponent is the other politician, so he'll probably be nervous. But we're just going to have an argument. It's not like we're having an exchange of lives. If you want to fight demons, you have nothing to fear."

Liddy nods at it, but Sharon says he's had a little something in mind and starts talking.

"Uh, how will I see the senator? You're the great one, aren't you? Is it something that college students go to and get to meet easily?

I thought Sharon's words poked me blind spot.

"You sure do. The other guy is a busy politician. I would see dozens of visitors every day... well, this hand would be fine..."

I'm a student at the academy, but I had one contact with Senator Worgman.

That's his son, Quentin Worgman.

"I have something important to tell you about Quentin. If I tell you there's something I need to talk to you about in person in his life at the academy, I guess I'll give you enough time."

Congressman Worgman is married to the daughter of a court magician in Sartooth, and Quentin is born between him and that daughter. But his wife was in the other world seven years ago. And she's remarried five years ago, and for Quentin, her current mother hits her stepmother.

In this situation, it's not so strange not to go talk to Quentin's mother, but to talk to the senator who is her father.

I left the house first thing in the afternoon and headed to the Mage Guild headquarters in order to apply to see Senator Worgman.

When I left the house, Liddy wanted to follow me. However, given the content of the story, I am not more uncomfortable alone, so I had her put up with it.

The magician's guild headquarters uses the private residence of the castle owners of an era when it was a fortified city.

For this reason, unlike other buildings, which are picturesque and killer landscapes, they are decorated on walls and window frames and feel a little spicy.

Standing in front of a huge double-open door, the two guards were guarding with spears, and I smiled at them and showed them the Orb of the Mage Guild. And I told him I was here to see someone I knew and he let me through inside.

By the way, without the Orb of the Mage Guild, he writes an application for a visit and insists on hearing about the purpose.

(For once, you're a member of the Sorcerer's Guild, so you're free to go in for it. Well, if a local employee enters Tokyo HQ, it would be easy for them to put it in if they showed their employee ID... a little different)

With that in mind, I knock on the door.

Inside it is a large lobby like the castle master's hall, with graceful curved stairs leading upstairs. At the front there was a receptionist booth, seated by a female employee in her late twenties with a soft look.

I was in the mood to say it was a battle from here, and I spoke to the receptionist.

"My name is Zacharias Lockhart, a year at the Tilia School of Magic"

When I made a contemplative look and talked to her, the receptionist looked a little surprised to see who I was. But I immediately squeezed my expression and said, "What can I do for you?," he asked.

"I need to talk to you about something very important. Could you please tell His Excellency Councillor Wargman, about your classmate Mr. Wargman, no, Quentin, that we need to talk? It's really important..."

I add a little excessive acting and bow my head to her.

"The senator is a busy man. I was wondering if you could elaborate here. I'll tell the senator."

She doesn't even seem to think I'm on a big errand, but she thinks I'm applying to see the senator.

"Mr. Quentin, I'm talking about his life in college. Only to your family, if that's not a blood connected family, you can't talk to him... he's going to be in trouble as it is. for fellow members of the same class, so I'll wait as long as I can. Please take care of it."

When I say that with a sad look on my face, she starts to panic a little too.

"What's the big deal with the senator's son... could you just give me a schematic?"

I shook my neck to the side.

"I can't tell you that. It's about honor. It's really going to be a big deal..."

Finally, she broke, made a brief note and gave it to another official.

She said, "I'm a really busy person. I don't know when, so wait in the back waiting room," he said, pointing to the waiting room in the back.

I thanked him and headed to the waiting room.

Once inside, there were several foreigners, including well-known merchants and servant-like men serving aristocrats.

As I walked in, my gaze focused on me at the same time, but my interest in me quickly disappeared when I must have come to see my family.

(You're just a pretty dressed person. I'm glad it's a college uniform, but I don't have any good clothes to see Mr. Great)

I think about that for a moment, but soon I started thinking about what was to come.

(First of all, we can't talk about it without attracting the senator's interest. The way you take your first story matters......)

I repeat the simulation in my brain and consume my time.

The bell rings at 2pm, plus the bell rings at 4pm, but it is not called.

(Worst case scenario, it could be on the way home. When that happens, what time will it be? Well, the Old Town is safe, and the gates never close, so I don't care at any time... but it's starting to hurt my butt when I keep sitting around like this...)

And for another two hours, the call didn't come when the 6 p.m. bell rang. Outside, the sun had fallen, and the cedar light entering through the open wooden window was completely weakened.

I was already the only one waiting in the waiting room, and I was killing my time doing the flexible gymnastics I kept doing every day to break my hardened back and hips.

It had been another hour or so and it was completely dark outside. The waiting room was lit with the magic props of the lights, but the waiting room, waiting alone, had a unique loneliness, like the waiting room at the hospital at night.

A young man in his mid-twenties came into the waiting room when he wondered if it was a bad day.

"Lockhart, is that you? Congressman Worgman is going to see you. Follow me."

I stood up to thank him and headed to the senator's room on the third floor.

Many officials seem busy walking around in the guild, and I still don't feel like I'm getting the job done. He remembered when he was in Japan as he walked down the hallway illuminated by lighted demonic props.

(You worked a lot overtime near the delivery date. Looking outside, it was dark at some point, and I thought you couldn't go home before the date changed today. Do the officials here think the same thing...)

I got in front of the senator's room in about five minutes.

The officer who picked me up went inside first and told me to come right in. I said I would excuse myself and went inside.