Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

The night of October 3rd when I met Zacharias Lockhart.

I called my son Quentin to the study and ordered him to improve his relationship with Lockhart.

My son rebelled at the way he said it.

I regretted saying it the wrong way. I put it in such a high-pressure way against my men. I am now reminded that these places are immature fathers, but I looked my son in the eye and decided to talk to him again.

"Lockhart, you are a brilliant magician. He thinks he has talent incomparable with me and others. It's always a plus for you to hang out with him properly."

"My father thinks I'm gonna lose to Lockhart! I can't beat a guy like that! For a guy like him who was incensed and went to school..."

I shut my mouth to my stubborn son. If a subordinate is his opponent, he can either yell at him or persuade him to be rational, but both are difficult for a son opponent.

Still, there's no way I'm letting my son change what he's doing wrong.

Mobilize your mental strength to manage to remain calm,

"Lockhart, tell me you did the trick, but do you have proof?"

My son shook his head violently,

"You're two years younger than me, but you can't do better than me! Dr. Croft said he was definitely tickling!

I got angry with Croft. Because he blew in what his son could not have done, and tried to distort the formation of his personality. I've decided in my heart that I need to remind him of this in the future, but now it's more important what to do with my son in front of me.

"He's not tickling or anything. From what I've looked into, Lockhart, you're a higher level than the Chambers instructor in practical skills. I mean, he's got more strength than a teacher, so it's no surprise you lost."

My son learned the fact and was stunned. Probably had something nasty blown in from Croft.

I made the softer look I could, and I said, "What do you think of me? And you want to be like me?" I asked my son.

My son is bewildered by the sudden question, but he says, "... my father thinks he's a fine man. I can't be like my father," he replies with a crying voice.

I hugged my son and said, "You don't have to go for me. Go for what you want to do, what you want to be," he said.

"I can't do everything either. With the help of all sorts of people, I'm doing my job now..."

My son looked at me and looked at me like he didn't know why.

A mouth that often turns to merchants and politicians can't spin words on a son opponent. With all these thoughts, I likened the story of a picture book I used to read and do, so that I could tell as much as I could.

"There would have been a story about a hero I used to read to you a lot. Remember that?

My son nodded small.

"Was all that hero the best? Was magic or bow better than a wizard or a bowman?

My son shakes his head sideways big.

"Then I wonder if there's anything to be ashamed of if you're magically losing to you, Lockhart. If you want to be as good a man as that hero, Lockhart, why don't you get along with someone like you and join forces for the world?"

My son nodded small to my awkward analogy.

"I believe you can be the center of everyone, like that hero. Magic and academia aren't the only things that can help. We need to lead someone to use it for the right thing. I believe you can be."

There are tears in my son's eyes, he's whining about something, but he can't hear me very well.

I turned to the water, "I don't know if I can make up with you or Jakes," he said. My son gave me a small nod after a little hesitation about it.

Then I talked to my son late at night.

Talk about magic from stories without other love, and many other stories.

I deplored my immaturity, but I was still relieved that I could start over.

The day after my happy time with my son, I started a counterattack on those who used him for stock for a rare genius named Zacharias Lockhart.

First, against his son's tutor, Archie Croft, who is closest to

"I appreciate your son's education. But I'm not impressed that you're working with people trying to get rid of me."

Croft asked, "What is it about?" and fall in love with a spare smile.

I looked at him as intimidating,

"You think I don't know? That you're using your college teacher, Alic Bennett of Quentin, to kick out the chief and second-in-command students."

His grin hardened there. I went on to talk.

"I guess you're going to insist that you did it for your son. But without the chief and the second seat, what happens? I wonder if even children (...) can tell. There are rumors in the Alliance that I put pressure on the college to put my son first. Well, let me hear your excuse."

He dropped his shoulder disappointingly in my words. And suggested to Congressman Ibbetson, he confessed to Bennett teaching and practical skills instructor Chambers that he had done the work.

Further, he also testified to the students that it seemed like a way to use the daughters of Quentin and Miles Isherwood to kick them out. But Isherwood's daughter was only somehow told by Ibbetson that he didn't know the details.

I didn't expect Miles to come directly down, but I was hoping he would be involved. Because I wanted to get rid of him on this occasion, but he's better at one or two of these things. I reluctantly thought that the confrontation with him would have to give way to another opportunity.

I put Croft under house arrest. At least I'm going to get rid of my political enemies altogether or keep him locked up until my son no longer needs him. Of course, in the way he wishes.

If he also knew he would be in danger to himself, he wouldn't go out cheaply. If I suggested that, I'd say I wouldn't leave the mansion myself.

I then headed to the college. And ordered the Dean of the College to call Bennett and Chambers.

The dean showed difficulty in calling Bennett, who has a class, but broke as soon as I threatened him a little.

When the two of them came to the Dean's Office, I immediately started talking.

"I know that you two were ordered by a tutor in my house to try to ostracize Zacharias Lockhart and Sharon Jakes. Croft has already testified, so there's no excuse."

When I said so, they were laying down their eyes and shaking their shoulders.

Bennett shrugged his courage without, and started making excuses at me.

His statement was disjunctive, but he talked to me to summon them that those two were making fun of themselves, plus for my son Quentin, we did things we didn't even want to do.

I didn't think I'd listen, but I did.

"Then you said you tried to use your class of students to kick out a child who was only ten years old to be angry with him and to bump that anger. And I insist it was for my son. Dean, since when has the quality of teachers in the college declined so much? How many childish teachers can't keep themselves if they don't fight with their 10-year-old?"

I said that quietly and sent a cold gaze to the College Director.

He was frightened by my force and tried to overstep the scene by saying that he would investigate as soon as possible or cut off consciousness reform. I blocked that word,

"I'm sure you expect Speaker Seberg to be the back shield, but that's for nothing"

When I say that, was it a picture star, the Dean of the Academy makes his gaze wander with grate.

I went on to talk and decided to master the Dean of the College.

"I held the chairman's weakness in this case. Why don't you go pour it on the chancellor? And you just have to tell the chancellor that whoever I'm securing has told you everything. He knows the situation somewhat in a letter from me too, so he'll understand right away. But as a result, I can't guarantee what the chancellor will do to you. Anyway, I was the only one who inspired the chairman to grasp his weakness."

To my words the College Director drops his shoulders disappointingly.

I took the chase further.

"If you want to continue as Dean of the College until the end of your term of office, you have no choice but to discontinue the proposed reform of the College that we will be proposing from the Commission shortly. The Dean's HR is an exclusive matter of the Council, but the Board of Education and Research has the right to make requests for removal. Remember that."

That's enough for the Dean of the College. And then there are the two stupid teachers in front of you.

I said to them, "What do you guys have to do? asked."

Chambers shuddered and replied, "It is to follow Your Excellency's instructions," but Bennett did not say anything about giving up his own future.

"My instructions? I don't give direct instructions to college teachers. I don't have the authority to do that. Besides, have you heard any rumors about me? Don't you know I hate the incompetent, especially those who can't think and act on their own? If you knew that, it would be obvious what you should do with your own progress."

Chambers has given desperate thought or made a suggestion.

"I will revisit my attitude toward the Lockhearts. And improve the practical skills classes. I just can't mentor those two... La, I thought I'd ask Professor Raspade..."

I was surprised. Because I didn't think this little Chambers would come up with a proposal that would do what I wanted under this circumstance.

I groaned so that he could hear me say "that's good". Seeing Chambers' face get brighter all at once, he almost said he hated it when he said that he felt extra nervous talking to his 10-year-old.

Another teacher, Bennett, saw how Chambers was doing and was desperate to think of a way to open up whether he had hope. And you didn't come up with your own proposal, you've come up with the same thing as Chambers' opinion. In other words, it was a proposal to say throw those two mentors round Professor Raspade.

I confirmed what Bennett, who is in charge, intends to do with the class.

He only replied, "I will do good," and said nothing specific.

I told the dean, "Bennett, you said you'd do good. It would be helpful if the dean checked himself and reported it to me," he said, leaving the college behind.

Now the rest are Ibbetson and Miles.

Of the two, there's no hitter against Miles. But by adding a restraint to Ibbetson, you can indirectly put pressure on him.

Miles has not assessed my ability to gather information within my guild. In fact, I have no connections to the other faction members and I have left them to Myles when it comes to gathering information.

Of course, I'm contacting his child's men so that he doesn't manipulate information against me, but it's still not even at his feet in terms of gathering information.

But for the first time, thanks to Lockhart, it became informatively advantageous. You know he came to me, but you won't even know what the story is about. Even if I told you the truth, no one should believe me. The age of ten is the only hiding place.

I swayed against Ibbetson based on the information I got from Lockhart and his reasoning.

The method was simple, sending a letter about the fact that Croft confessed everything and the details of the conspiracy ten years ago. And he also told Speaker Seberg that Ibbetson was hiding someone who knew the truth ten years ago.

Even though I hadn't seen him in person, I found out that Ibbetson's upset was in my hands.

First, it turns out that he tried to come into contact with Croft, and even put pressure on the Dean of the College, trying to make a fuss.

And he seems to have given some instructions to Miles Isherwood as well, and he has spoken to me with a nervous face at all times.

"Pears. Can you tell me what you heard from Croft?

I replied with a laugh, "It's about this conspiracy against me and a conspiracy ten years ago."

He has said again, "Can you give me that detail," so I told him the facts and reasoning I heard from Lockhart, even as if I had heard from Croft.

He groaned, "Well, that's all you got," but I said, "That's me and you, right?" I answered vaguely.

Miles left my room with an indescribable look. I was satisfied with that look and laughed out loud.

The next day, October 5th, I decided to report these results to Mr. (...) Lockhart.