Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

It was on the morning of August 4th that I, Pears Worgman, first learned the name Zacharias Lockhart. When the exam officer for this year's admissions exam came to me to decide on a separate document, he told me.

"... I was surprised when that professor Raspade came to the exam venue. I didn't think he'd show up for a freshman's practical exam."

I looked at the paperwork in front of me and groaned without thinking, "Well, Professor Raspade did."

The clerk thought I was interested, and I began happily to talk about it then.

"That's right. I've only seen a few exams, and two of them were amazing."

I was also only asking a few questions about yesterday's practical exam, so I got on with the story, "With that said, you blew out the window in the training ground," he said.

"I used the magic of the Great Storm (Tempest) in that small training ground. It's also the youngest 10-year-old boy."

He says that with excitement, but I didn't really feel it. When it comes to the Great Storm (Tempest), it's Range Attack Magic used by Level 30 + Wind Attribute Mages. It's rare for a young man in his twenties to use it, and it's a grand move that what he calls genius will be available in his mid-twenties.

I remember that it's not magic like the one used in that narrow training area, and it's pretty hard to adjust the range. Most of all, I can only use fire and light attributes, so I don't know what it feels like.

"At first I showed the whirlwind blade, but Dr. Raspade told me to be serious. Even that magic seemed more than a college graduate to me. Then. The student, I'm sure his name was Zacharias Lockhart, but that Lockhart atmosphere changed because"

I was intrigued and asked, "Well, how has that changed?," he asked.

He's excited,

"What do you call it, I suddenly feel like an adult, and I said I want you to let me shoot outside because unleashing my best magic here will damage the building. Of course, I'm not eligible for grading outside the test venue, so I was told to shoot inside. The look on his face made me laugh, and, well, it made us look embarrassed."

"embarrassing...... are you a ten year old?

"Yes, what do you call it, maybe the closest thing a veteran professor feels to embarrassing us"

Though I thought I was a little frowny, I wondered first, "So what happened?," he urged.

"It was more awesome after that. I activated all those big moves in just about thirty seconds. I know because I'm a wind attribute, but if I'm going to activate that magic of power, I need at least a minute and a half."

Staff are gradually getting excited or talking vegan. I was aware of that, but my interest in this story was stronger and I was not particularly concerned.

"It's after that. You said Dr. Raspade was going to be your assistant. That's Dr. Raspade."

I listened to him and I lost my word.

Professor Raspade is also my mentor, but this was the first time I had heard of him asking for an assistant himself. He's a weirdo, but no one goes right here in Doctus when it comes to magic research, especially magic props and magic formation research. I mean, he's the highest researcher in the world. For that reason, those who wish to be his assistants will not cease to follow. But there was no trial that lasted more than a year.

The professor scouted a child only ten years old. Surprise at this fact was not the ratio of unleashing the magic of the Great Storm.

Even after I returned from Sartooth - a kingdom in the north, lots of elves and lots of magic research - the professor was not oriented to my abilities. At the time, I raised my level to thirty-five, and even that magically famous court of Sartooth was called Genius. Even that me, the professor showed no interest at all but a glance. Yet another decade ago, by his assessment, he didn't even remember me being able to graduate as chief.

For the first time in hundreds of decades, he stood for an entrance exam and even rang to become an assistant.

I was interested in a student who would be my son, a classmate of Quentin, who would say that Zacharias Lockhart.

The Board of Education and Research, which received a formal report from the College that afternoon, proposed and deliberated on a survey of the village of Rasmore, home of Zacharias Lockhart, chief and Sharon Jakes, second seat.

What I suggested was Miles - Counsellor Miles Isherwood - but I thought it was the best one too and agreed. And two magicians were sent to the village of Rasmore.

And August 9th.

The day before the acceptance announcement, the Dean of the College came to me.

"Your son was not the chief," he bowed his head to me.

I have a remarkable public/private confusion, I hated this college director. For that reason, "I heard the acceptance announcement was tomorrow, but what happened?" he said disgusted.

I knew who would have taken the lead. Because it can't be anything but a kid who says that Professor Raspade scouted Lockhart.

Did the Dean of the College fail to understand my words,

"It is true that tomorrow, thanks to the intervention of Professor Raspade, someone other than your son…"

I was unwilling to hear any more, so I blocked his words and said, "I'm not going to hear the results today. How, though the head of the Board of Education and Research, this falls into public and private confusion. Don't you think it's a story that should be made heard by the chairman of the committee who should be allowed to follow the rules," he reprimanded.

He finally understood my words. And then he left my room after grumbling with Gonyo Gonyo and his words of apology.

The next day I went with my son and his tutor Croft to see the acceptance announcement.

My son doesn't doubt it because he believes it is something he can pass in chief, and Croft also goes in tune as if to incite it.

Then, the successful candidate reached in front of the billboards stated, and his son was stunned that his name was not in the chief position, dropping his knee and crying out.

I said, "I passed in third place. Stretch your chest," he said, embarrassed, "You just have to work hard now to graduate in chief," something you don't even have in mind. Since then, I've looked into Zacharias Lockhart, because the level has already reached twenty-four and none of the possibilities were equal for my son to be able to reverse it.

My son seemed to see my face and intuitively know what I was thinking.

My son said, "I knew you didn't like me!" He shouted and ran away from me.

I consider my son's education unsuccessful.

The first wife, or Quentin's mother, was the daughter of the chief of court magic in Sartooth. She was born of prestige to produce court magicians from generation to generation, but she was an honest, upbeat woman.

I gave my consent as soon as the story of my marriage to her came out. The magician chief seems to be buying my talent too, and I was happy when I was in Sartooth.

A recall order from the Sorcerer's Guild put an end to ten years of Sartooth life, but I was thinking of going back to Sartooth even for a few years. To make my wife's birthplace her second home.

But my plan disappeared with dreams only a year after I returned to Doctus.

When his wife was caged in her second child, she was unluckily infected with an epidemic disease. And his wife left the world with her children.

At the time, I was busy working for the guild and didn't really look after my family. However, since his wife fell ill, she had devoted herself to nursing and even invited a good healer, desperate to cure his wife's illness.

But Quentin, five, accused me of not taking care of my wife and not helping her. For him, I was a “wizard” who could do anything, because I assumed that illness and other things could be easily cured.

In fact, I am a user of light attribute magic.

Light attribute magic has miraculous healing techniques. Yes, like used by the priests of Luke's Light Divinity.

But I didn't like healing magic. It's not that I can't use it. But that was to the point of healing simple cuts or reducing weak abdominal pain.

But my son didn't think so.

I couldn't afford to think about it at the time, but rethinking it when it settled could have blown the tutor's croft into something that wasn't for my son.

In the first place, Croft is the man Miles - Counselor Miles Isherwood of his contemporaries - breathed. I use him knowingly, too.

Of course, that's what I do because I think it's good for my son's education.

Croft was a private school researcher, but had no talent in that regard. But he has a talent as an educator, and it would be a gift of his mentoring that Quentin was able to enroll in the third place, albeit in the seat.

As far as I'm concerned, I was flexible with the intention of turning Croft into a trump card against Miles and Ibbetson - chairman of the HR committee.

I thought they used candy and whips to completely drain the influence of Miles.

When it came to this hand, Miles was better than me. I was aware of that, but I guess his arm was better than that.

I was meant to be flexible. Croft set me up with a bad trap of late poisonous people. It's a heart-wrenching trap that my son is going to disobey.

It was too late when I realized that.

Quentin was starting to believe what Croft said more than I, his father.

At this time I regretted losing my loved ones with pride.

He then struck Croft with a hand that would never defy me again.

If he acted unfavourably against me, I, along with Seberg, the chancellor, declared that I would bury him and Miles, who manipulated him, and Ibbetson, the mastermind.

In fact, if Me and Seberg put together, it would be easy to banish Miles from the Mage's Guild. Against Ibbetson, too, using the power of Seberg, or his former boss, it is not difficult to cut down the staff of his faction, the Human Resources Commission.

They should also understand what it means to use croft against me. They are not fools. Now I have assumed that my treatment of Croft is adequate.

Miles can't defy me for holding a weakness. That's just what I had in mind.

In fact, within the Sorcerer's Guild, Miles' hands had begun to sever the staff of the HR Committee one by one.

I assumed I had now turned Miles away from Ibbetson. At that time, only Rep. Forsyth, chairman of the Finance Committee, was supposed to be a rival in me.

But where they are out of my sight, they have used my son to attack me.

It was on October 2nd, the night after the harvest festival, that I learned that fact.

After noon that day, there was a note in it that Zacharias Lockhart had come to visit me.

That day was sometimes said to be the day after the festival, and many had visited me from other cities who wanted to relate to Doctus.

Having said that, it was possible to make enough time.

If a student named Lockhart hadn't come for an important story about his son's future, he would have seen him around 3: 00 p.m.

I was uncomfortable with Lockhart's use of the keyword for my son's future. I can't help it if they say narrow amounts, but because the chief felt like he was saying something from above to his third-place son.

If they were merchants or politicians, they wouldn't have taken such a response. I was not a politician at this time, I was just a father who was entrusted with affection by my son.

It was about 7pm and yet, when I heard he kept waiting, I regretted my own deeds. I wonder if waiting so far is really thinking about my son.

Zacharias Lockhart, who came into the office, was a boy with an unexpectedly grown-up atmosphere, so much so that the word prodigy came to mind, coupled with his aristocratic appearance.

On the other hand, my appearance is not sophisticated enough to say rural farmers or city workers.

For the record, the nickname given to me when I joined the college was "Poor's Workman." Yes, with my name, Pear's Worgman, I was so wild that I was named "Poor's Workman."

I used to be dissatisfied with this look, but now I'm helped by this look. The first person to see me looks confused when I'm not what I imagined. I can try to get into that mess and move the negotiations forward in my favor.

And the boy in front of me was also confused by my appearance.

I apologized for keeping you waiting and started talking.

When I spoke to him, I suddenly began to say that my political life was in danger.

I was discouraged by the word and lost interest. Because I found out he wasn't worried about his son.

But when he realized I'd lost interest, he'd changed the operation.

He has skilfully guided the conversation to spark my interest.

"... Now that you know about the exclusion of me and Miss Jakes that is happening at the College, you think there is nothing wrong with it"

I didn't understand what he meant at first. To buy time, I pinched a story about who Miss Jakes was.

He doesn't put it any more directly,

"Some of the students in the class and the Bennett teacher are trying to exclude me and Miss Jakes."

At this time I made a big mistake. I came to tell him, suppose he was just a child, and he said, "You came to hope my son was involved? I said."

He shakes his head "no," but takes the story even more euphemistically.

"It's a little different, but we think we can leave the college and move on to private school. But now that I have trouble with your Excellency, and hence I think it will affect you, Quentin, I have the opportunity to speak with you knowingly about the impossibility."

I still couldn't grasp his sincerity, "That's annoying..." he muttered, "I don't know how your quitting college is going to concern me," he asked without thinking about it.

And you felt I was bluffing, and he came into battle.

"If your Excellency says you have no problem if we leave the college, I will leave you with this."

That's what I said, I put my hips up.

I realized there that this boy was not what he looked like.

I made the same mistakes as those who were deceived by my appearance.

I managed, rushed to regain the lead, and said, "Well, wait" to buy me some time.

And I tried to show him how to listen to him, "Let me have your opinion," he said.

He did not break his serious expression, but gave a slightly satisfied look,

"We will now talk about the implications for Your Excellency if we resign. First of all, I refuse to be the first to say that I have not confirmed the fact that you, Quentin, are trying to exclude us. Rather than that, it doesn't matter if he does it or not. Let me move on with that premise."

I could understand what he was trying to say at this point.

On second thought, I quickly found out that what he had pointed out was that if they left the college, their son would be the chief and I supposedly guided it from the back.

After that, it was his private arena.

I know exactly where I looked, I know exactly what information I have about my political enemies, and I even pointed out more accurately about my relationship with Miles, who is known to the world as an ally.

I had a little time, but I felt terrified about this boy. Yes, I felt a slight fear that I didn't feel for my political enemies, Forsyth or Ibbetson.

And he gave his 10-year-old a look when he intimidated his men.

I was ashamed of that very unpopular act I went to unconsciously. But soon he admitted he wasn't who he seemed to be and was someone he could argue with equally, and stopped embarrassing. Yes, if you don't think of the other person as a child, there is nothing to be ashamed of in putting measures in place to move the negotiations forward in your favor. That's what I reconsidered.

I admitted him, but still he was a man beyond my imagination.

He refused to use my power without fear. It didn't come from ignorance, it didn't come from cleanliness, it made his inner confidence.

He was a much bigger man than me.

Speaking of the chief of the Tilia School of Magic, it is an honor for those who aspire to magic to dream once. And that honor comes with perks. Yes, like me, you will be promised a birth in the Mage's Guild.

But he showed no interest in such a thing. He entered the college to enhance himself and was not in the process of being born.

I felt pity for my son.

I felt pity for my son, who had to spend the same time (when) as this man.

But I immediately reconsidered.

That if I could make friendship with this man, it would be more than I would want for my son.

I suggested it.

But he couldn't reach out from himself, he let go of saying that he should walk away from his son.

Naturally.

Himself, he should be working so hard that words can't describe him, that he's gaining strength now. Standing in that same position as him would also require considerable effort on the part of his son, no, hard enough to be prepared to die. I realized it was too sweet of an idea to want you to reach out without doing it.

Still, I asked him for help.

He reluctantly agreed that he understood my feelings as a father.

I talked to him a lot afterwards.

He had a more realistic plan than I thought for the reform of the college.

He agreed to carry out the reform of the College, but affirmed that the radical reform would cause confusion in the field.

That way of talking reminded me of conservatives, and I accidentally looked up.

But that wasn't all. We have come up with reasonable and achievable proposals for improvement.

Lower grade classes will continue as they have been.

However, it has been suggested that we should incorporate a system of selective courses for knowledgeable and highly skilled people.

As a lecturer, it's a suggestion to hit researchers such as Professor Raspade.

I objected to the proposal, arguing that there were doubts as to whether the person attached to the research position would do so.

He has laughed and said that we should let him present his research results. When asked why,

"We don't have the opportunity to present our research, so it will be a great opportunity for the teachers. Everyone will want to spread their achievements to the world."

And he said the class should be open to senior year and young teachers, and in the future to private school students and lecturers.

I have no problem releasing it to senior year or college teachers, but I was against releasing it to private school. But he has said that we should throw away the small idea of such vessels.

"Isn't the Tilia School of Magic the best school in the world? Then it would be natural to publish the results of the research to all those who aspire to magic, including private schools. Firstly, researchers will no longer be able to announce frivolous results. I think we're going to do some serious research."

At the end of the day, it has even included the consciousness reform of the researchers I aspire to.

I replied to him that I would consider it, but in my mind I had decided to carry it out.

And the next day, I ordered the young people of the Board of Education and Research to be assembled and considered as my proposal.