Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

Hot Spring has finished explaining, and now the full schedule of the entrance ceremony is over. Oh, it's been a long time. I'm in a good mood.

Later today, the students will return to the dorm to prepare for classes tomorrow, and the teachers will finish in the teacher waiting room. It's a reminder of your reflections today and your contact details from tomorrow onwards.

Naturally, I will participate in the ceremony. Personally, I'd like to communicate with my classmates to learn more about the class, but I can't skip my job as a teacher. I had no choice but to leave the waiting room behind Dr. Hot Spring.

"Mr. Faith is in trouble."

"No, but I want to say... but it's all new, and I'm honestly confused."

"Hahaha, that must be it!" This is the first time in the history of this school that a student is a teacher. I've never experienced a teacher's life in twenty years. It's the first time they've all been here! Hahahaha "

I went to the teacher standby room while laughing with the hot spring teacher.

Mr. Hot Spring was the second son of the Viscount family, but he became a teacher and received the position of associate baronet. Then he became a baronet for ten years without any trouble. In other words, he was the head of an aristocratic family with a long history.

In other words, all the teachers in the school are the heads of the aristocratic family or their spouses. This is because many of the students attending the school are children of noble families, so even if there is a precedent that nobility is not considered in the school, there are circumstances that do not strongly hit students in the general population.

In the first place, there are circumstances in which you cannot receive higher education that would enable you to become a teacher if you were not from an aristocrat. It's an exception to be like me to say 'I'm on the side of receiving education, but I'm also on the side of educating'.

However, there is also the harm of bringing into the school such nonsense as factionalism among the nobles. Everything is going to work out in a very few cases.

She said that the school teacher was well-paid, so her life was not bad, and there was no dissatisfaction with the life of her daughter-in-law and her two children. Even though I haven't heard of it, I've met enough and told you everything. It seems that Mr. Hot Spring likes to talk quite a bit. Also, my voice is huge. I'm the type who can't even try to hide things.

Since there is no dissatisfaction with life, there is no dissatisfaction with the royal family. Rather, they are affirmative to the royal policy of generations who treat teachers favourably, and they belong to the factional neutrality of the royal family.

That's why I'm relatively intimate with the royal faction of Gachi. Thank goodness.

"Chief Wiley is not a bad person either." As an educator, I am extremely serious and enthusiastic about teaching. However, I'm only keen on soliciting factions or preaching ideas. "

Don't struggle to understand what the royal nobles think of their position when they rebel against the royal family, even though they are the schoolteachers hired by the royal family. It's like a political party that is a member of the Japanese Diet, but only insists on making things convenient for the continent and the peninsula. I'm not saying it's any party.

Ah, money. You have some kind of benefit to offer me, don't you? There were rumors that capital from the washed up peninsula and continent was flowing into the party.

Maybe the aristocrats in this country are being funded in the same way. What humans think will make no difference even if the world is different.

Mr. Hot Spring told me this because he wanted to stick a nail in me, too. I hope you don't imprint the idea of royalty on your students too much.

“I see. Well, we teachers should always be ideologically neutral. We must refrain from actions that deprive children of their freedom of thought.”

"No, I didn't have such a deep intention." But I was wise enough to be a stone's throw. Well, we can give our children the possibility, but we can't take it away from them. Let me also remember the liver. "

In the first place, I'm not even royal. I don't believe in royalty. Royalty is a dry matter of work only. However, since the princess was pressed by her fiancé, she was seen by the royal family and the surroundings. That's a good nuisance, damn it.

Well, if I have to, I'm going to throw them all out and pull them back into the forest. There is no extra fence there, so you can live freely. You don't have to do such a cumbersome job as a teacher.

...... Shall I pull you back now?

After finishing the salute in the teacher waiting room, my work for today is over. Let's take a rest today and prepare for school life tomorrow.

Ha, it's been a really long day.

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"It's my turn tonight!" Make it feel so good! "

... it seems that my really long day is not over yet.

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After the entrance ceremony, today is January 16th. It's the day the school starts.

That said, there is no kickoff ceremony, and classes have not yet begun. Classes begin on the 21st.

Today, students are given a sheet of paper with the class schedule for all subjects of the current year, and students choose the classes to take based on it. Once selected, it will be submitted to the office by the nineteenth day. It is only afterwards that you take classes. It's kind of college-like.

That said, there are many subjects in the class, but there are also compulsory subjects for each academic year, so the degree of freedom is not that high. The selection system is about 20% of the total, and most classes will have the same feel.

I don't seem to take much classes with my classmates except for the mandatory ones. There are magic classes for second and third grade students that I will lecture behind the first grade selection class, so there is no choice.

I have a magic lesson on the afternoon of the second, third and fourth day. Nine times a month.

I think there are a few classes, but there is only one classroom in the morning and one classroom in the afternoon, so I can't help it.

From about ten o'clock until noon, there is one eye, and from about noon until about fifteen o'clock, there is a lid.

What a relaxed education! I didn't even think about it, but if you think about it carefully, it was normal.

It is normal in this country to eat only in the morning and evening, twice a day. I will wake up in the morning and work a little, and then have breakfast (about eight o'clock), and work till evening, and then have dinner (about seventeen o'clock).

This cycle is almost identical for both civilians and aristocrats, so if you want to study between meals, you have to follow this timetable. Students don't have a job, but teachers and parents do.

By the way, snacks are served in the cafeteria at lunch at school. It's grown up. It is a consideration that being hungry will interfere with afternoon classes.

Oh, Jasmine may have grown up during school because of this lunchtime snack. They must have been well nourished. Another mystery may have been solved.

That's why I didn't make a choice for the yiwi class with everyone in the waiting room either.

I'm in the waiting room, but it's the faculty waiting room. I'm not alone with everyone, and what I'm doing is not choosing classes, but creating materials for my own classes.

I have enough for three school years. Before the class starts, I need to make just the first one. It will be completely different from what it was last year.

In the first place, I have almost no classes to choose from. You only have to choose one of the artistic faculties of "Tea Ceremony", "Music", "Embroidery and Sewing" and "Painting" once every ten days. Other than that, it has already been filled with compulsory subjects and magic classes.

I was wondering whether it would be "painting" or "embroidery/sewing", but I was still a former designer, so I made it "painting". It seems to be the most unpopular class, and there is also a reason why the teacher in charge cannot help but cry. It's hard to get along with teachers. Regardless, this ends the class selection. It's a simple one.

Well, is this it?

I'm sure it's because I'm tired of talking to myself. I need a rest. Specifically, a good night's sleep. I really want to have a good night.

There are three school years on the shared desk, a year-round lesson plan, and an anchoco for the first class. Check it all over again... yeah, maybe it's okay.

Oh, my God!

Now, when I thought about going home together, Pablo, the painting teacher, rushed into the waiting room. There seems to be some kind of accident again.

Hah, there were so many events at school? You're both a teacher and a student, so you just feel a lot?

Oh, my God.