Dream Life

I, Arik Bennett, was pleased at first to hear that I would be in charge of this freshman, the elite class of the 281st period.

Either way, because this time I was told that Councilman Hope, Senator Worgman's son, would be admitted to school.

The Dean of the College cares about that, too, and has summoned me to say a word.

"Mr. Bennett. It's a difficult opportunity for you."

And keep talking in a way that you care about my future.

"He says Senator Worgman's son is one genius every ten years. Become that mentor and guide him well, it will be a great appeal to senators and leading councillors. It's time for you to make a recommendation to the Counsellor. Take care of yourself."

Yes, I'm not doing it because I want to be a teacher. I'm only teaching because I'm supposed to coach backwards for a certain period of time in guild policy. But the Dean's thoughts are similar. If I can successfully mentor Senator Worgman's son, that alone will raise the ratings of the College Director who has chosen to serve. So I just care.

On August 10th, when I saw the announced passers, the teachers in general, including me, couldn't hide their surprises. Not only I, but the other teachers believed Senator Wargman's son would pass in chief.

Even more surprisingly, both the first and second seats were only ten years old. It was also from the countryside where I had never heard of the village of Rasmore. Later on I heard stories of upset running within the guild and several magicians were dispatched to investigate the village of Rasmore.

If that's all, there was no problem, but Professor Raspade, famous as a freak, is interested in the two of them.

And after it was officially decided that I would serve as a group for the 281st term, Professor Raspade of the matter (more or less) visited me in the faculty room.

Professor Raspade, who looks younger than me, says, "Were you Bennett?," he spoke with a smile.

The professor has already been in this college for nearly a hundred years, and the Dean of the College is originally a mage who has a glance, even at the heavy town known as the President of the Council, or in general as the Mage Guild Leader.

I take that for granted, too. Those in the guild's guiding position are mostly graduates of this college. In other words, I can't help but fall back on Professor Raspade, who knows his immature times. Of course, I'm one of them.

Of course, strangers like Professor Raspade don't remember a single student like me with no deals whatsoever.

I managed to regain my mind and said, "Yes. I'm Bennett," he pretends to be calm.

Professor Raspade asked further, "You're the one who coaches those two."

I soon found out who those two were.

"Who do you mean by those two?

"Isn't it up to you and Jakes, Lockhart? Lockhart, you are one delicacy a thousand years. Jakes, you are one delicacy in decades. You think there are other students besides these two that I care about?

I flushed the word lightly, "So, what can I do for you?" and asked about the matter.

"I wanted to ask you how you were going to mentor those two. Such a genius. Naturally, you're thinking of a special program, aren't you?

He looks at me with anticipation, but I shake my neck to the side,

"I don't give discriminatory instruction to other students. I'm going to let you take the same class."

To my words, Professor Raspade raises his hand so loud that he can't believe it, and shakes his head like he told me to do it.

"So you treat those two geniuses the same way you treat those talentless kids there... don't you have eyes for people? That's all the delicacies. How many footprints would I leave if I coached correctly now... yes, this is something I don't even know about. Make it just like a child..."

He was whining bumpy for a while.

The other faculty members are listening to our interactions, taking care not to turn a blind eye to Professor Raspade.

I was hoping someone would give me a help ship, but just didn't want to get involved with him, and no one came to join the conversation.

Professor Raspade hit Pong in the hand and said, "Yeah. That's right. That's good," he whined to himself.

"Those two will be coached directly by me. Tell them that. Pay. I asked for it."

That's what I said and tried to leave the faculty room.

I squeezed my courage and said, "You can't do that. At least get permission from the Dean of the Academy," he says in a voice on his back.

The professor looked back to my voice and said, "It would be nice to have the permission of the Dean of the College. You admit it," he said, and started walking again.

I was horrified that he walked away. However, I find myself perplexed that I have thrown the problem round to the Dean of the Academy.

And I had no choice but to go after Professor Raspade, who headed to the Dean's Office.

Eventually, it was a discussion that included the Dean of the College, who was to have two of Lockhart and Jakes take the same classes as regular students.

But Professor Raspade didn't seem to have given up yet, and he went back to his lab saying, "You're pretty sure it means I can coach them if they want to," he said.

I was beginning to regret being part of a team.

The only thing I wish for now is to be safe for the year. To do this, he thought it necessary to think seriously about how to treat those two.

And then the admission ceremony ended and the class began.

Every year, a well-educated student complains that the content of the class is too easy.

For my part, I think the level of first year seating is too low, but because it is the policy of the college, I have no choice.

Lockhart and Jakes were only listening to the class seriously for the first two days, but from day three, they started to be absent from my class.

This is something that happens every year, so I don't particularly think about it. I have done the same thing with them myself, because I can understand that they are in pain in my class.

And about ten days later, there came to me a middle-aged man who would call himself Senator Wargman's associate. As soon as he heard how Lockhart and Jakes were doing, he began to speak with an indignant look.

"I wonder if you will forgive me for such endeavors! When you wonder if the senator's son worships the afterdust of such a person, your anger will spill!

I tried to forgive him, "But it is."

But he's getting angrier. And after a long talk,

"If you could put your son, Master Quentin, at the forefront of your efforts, I think the senator's memory would be remarkable."

When I gave him the look of surprise, he laughed niggly and went on.

"The senator is noble, but he loves Master Quentin greatly. Of course, I'm not asking you to get rid of them. You just have to convince them to leave the college voluntarily."

He has invested in the words "spontaneous” and “persuasion," putting pressure on me.

"Oh, my God, I'm only a ten year old. It would be uncoordinated or annoying to other students. That's when you (...) convince them. And to euphemism..."

That's all he said, he got up.

And at the end of the day, he shocked me.

"If Master Quentin takes the lead, he can be the mentor to the next chancellor's son. Naturally, the memory of the next Speaker will also be noticeable. It would be a chance for you not to wish...... if you can't move there would be a rare move in the college this time of year. You don't have to say any more."

After he walked away, I looked into him. I was wondering if you really are an associate of Senator Worgman.

In conclusion, as he named himself, he was a private member of the Senate's staff. And when I asked my class student, Anita Isherwood's father, Counselor Isherwood, about him, he told me that he was a cutter who had become a katana from a Quentin tutor.

When I'm worried, Counselor Isherwood,

"I don't know what's bothering you, but if you're talking about Lord Worgman's son, I think you should follow him. I ignore his influence."

For my own peace of mind, I decided to eliminate two geniuses: Lockhart and Jakes.

―――――

I, Jack Chambers, am a magical practical instructor because that's all I can do. Nor is it possible to teach beyond the fourth grade, only in charge of the lower grades.

I'm timid. I hate to let people know that, but I am aware that I am cowardly. So I don't put it on my job to fight with magic. Adventurers and the like are outside, and court magicians are driven out to battlefields when they have to. So those two paths weren't in the choice from the start.

Eight years after graduating from college. It was three years ago that I became a lecturer in practical skills after an Alliance official. At first I was happy to hear that I could be in charge of a freshman who doesn't know anything this year.

but was summoned by the College Director,

"Mr. Chambers. This year's freshman chief has already reached level 24, but can I mentor you? If you're not sure, have them swap with other instructors."

The Dean knew my level - fire attribute twenty-two - and asked me if I could mentor students who were higher than I was.

The moment I heard the story, I was sexually angry. Surely my level is low for a twenty-six year old mage. Plus, it's a fact that they're lower level than the students.

But I have a proven track record as a practical instructor for three years. If you don't take that into account and you say that, it would be natural to be angry.

Create a confident look,

"You don't need to change. I, Jack Chambers, will guide you responsibly."

"Are you sure you're okay? That (...) Dr. Raspade is interested in that student. My concern is that Dr. Raspade will intervene. That teacher wouldn't take the story to the chancellor if he was bad. You know the chancellor is smoking, don't you? Then if you bother the chancellor about something in the college... if you can't handle it properly, not only you, but my neck could be in danger. Think about it."

I'm stuck with that word, but it's still hard to retract a word I said once. And out of my mouth, a different word comes out from my thoughts.

"I understand. Instruct and show Professor Raspade properly without letting him intervene."

I finished the conversation by just saying "I asked you" to my confident and willing expression as well.

And I finished my first hands-on class.

I was listening, but Lockhart, ten, looked younger than the other students, and I was a little relieved by that. But the way it looked was disastrous. While I was alarmed that he had complained about mentoring, I learned more anger than I needed to.

What he's saying is right.

I would have made fun of that mentor, too, if someone other than myself had done it, such as training magicians at level twenty-five - which I had leveled further from the practical exam - to chant spells. I wonder what a stupid leader you are.

If you look at me, it takes nearly twenty years to get to level twenty-five just for training. In other words, the students who say Lockhart have already gone through quite a few real-life battles. So funny with my nose about what people like me who don't have experience in action say.

In contrast to him like that, I let my anger strike him with a whip I always carry. No, I was really hitting it. But he avoided it lightly. At that close range, it also forgets me in anger and throws me for real without any help. That's all I could see was that he was getting around quite a bit of a training ground.

He glanced at me and, reluctantly, began chanting the spell. But he's not under my guidance for real. Because it's impossible for a magician of his level to misspell a fireball.

Perhaps in the near future he will begin to divulge the grievances of practical instruction. In that case, Professor Raspade takes action. The result is…

My stomach hurts when I think of my practical skills class starting tomorrow and wonder if this situation will last for another year.

Lockhart and Jakes have been out of my class since day three.

When asked about it by their Bennett teacher, he was also absent from his classes in seating.

Then I heard that a man named Littlef, the clerk, was the neighborhood of the Lockharts' house, and instead I asked him how they were doing.

The answer was just as I expected.

They were skipping my class and into the dangerous north woods. Even more surprisingly, he has defeated the fifth equivalent demon, the giant Mukade Giant Centipede.

I blamed my past self for unleashing a great deal of language against the Dean of the College. At that time, he said he should have left it to instructors other than himself without leaving it to anger. As it is, that (...) Professor Raspade intervenes. In that case, my future is hopeless. You might lose this safe job.

In the middle of September, a man came to visit me.

The man was Speaker Worgman's son, Quentin's tutor. He's come to see me, and he's bumped into tough words.

"You must be Chambers. What the hell are you doing! Lecturer in charge of Senator Worgman's son, while allowing some students to take their liberty. Isn't that right!

When I say "yes, no," it heats up even more.

"Even Master Quentin has your guidance. Why are you making me do this on my own? Do you shy away from those students because they are higher level than you are? [M] Aren't you a prosperous practical lecturer at this academy?

I had no words to give back.

In fact, it was because I felt something drawn-out about being at a higher level than me and having actual combat experience.

But I didn't know what to do.

He suddenly softened his attitude as I had a bewildered look on my face.

"You don't want to lose your current job, do you? Then you can understand that connecting with Senator Worgman is important. So what do I do with those two..."

That's all he said, he left me. I didn't know what to do with what was left of me, and I held my head.

I know that Senator Worgman is a leading candidate for the next presidency. But if you try to get rid of those two, Professor Raspade will intervene and I will be reprimanded by the Dean of the College. In that case, even if I had a connection with Senator Worgman, there is a good chance that I would be pursued in my current position.

Then what happens if I entrust Professor Raspade with the guidance of those two? In that case, those two would have enough strength not to teeth, such as Senator Wargman's son. I mean, as long as they're around, Quentin Worgman remains third in 10,000 years.

I came to a certain conclusion, troubled.

Yes, after banishing them both from the college, you can make them Professor Raspade's assistants. In that case, the professor will be satisfied, and Senator Worgman's son can take the lead. First, it's best if I don't have to worry about it.

To suggest that, I squeezed my courage and visited Professor Raspade's lab.

"Mr. Lockhart and Miss Jakes are not satisfied in my class and are entering the North Forest"

That's what I said to the top of the line. But the professor seemed uninterested and said, "What's wrong with that? If you go into the woods, the level rises. I also went into the woods when I was younger," he replied.

"But I don't think those two are having a decent party. If so, I would fool myself into thinking we could lose all that delicacy."

The professor raised his eyebrows just a little and said, "What do you mean?," he asked.

"Those two are only ten years old. He's a toddler who can't even register as an adventurer. There will be no adventurers to party with them like that."

"I mean, that they're in the woods alone. And so the demon attacked me and said I might lose my life. Is that what you're trying to say?"

I nod loudly and get to the point.

"So here's a suggestion: Why don't you let those two be assistants in your teacher's lab? I don't think they need to be students."

Professor Raspade nods small,

"That means you can't coach them. Well, that would be a good story if I coached you directly. Yeah, yeah, I know exactly what you mean. Well, if they want to quit the college, I don't mind, but there's nothing wrong with staying in the college. Chambers, I think it was you. Your proposal is quite good. [M] Yeah, it's pretty good."

The professor was convinced by himself and interpreted my proposal as if it were at his convenience.

I panicked and started persuading again.

"But, Professor. Doesn't it have to be as much of a student as they are? Nothing needs to be enrolled in the college…"

The professor smiled, "Isn't such a thing either good? The point is, if only you could be my assistant," he said, not trying to listen to me.

I thought it was awkward as it was, but I left his lab without being able to say anything more.

If this happens, I'll have to kick them out. But how can I kick them out of not showing up before me?

With that in mind, Teaching Bennett came to me.

He's also been thinking about kicking those two out, and he's said he's decided to harass them. And you want to help me, too.

"It's okay to help, but you're not coming to me. I can't do this."

When I say that, he has been reprimanding me for saying "don't cry".

"You guide the students during practical skills classes. That we should get rid of those two. If we both take that attitude together, the young students will soon believe. If we do, we'll lose their place in the classroom."

I thought I was going to be, but I felt sorry for myself for getting to that point with my little ten year old. If we tried them, we had a slight sympathy for them, who would be eliminated on the grounds that they were too good to guide us properly.

Teaching Bennett had an accurate insight into my mood.

"You may be sympathetic to them, but if we don't do this, we're out of position. They are excellent. And young. That's why redoing works. But we..."

He didn't keep his word until the end. But I could understand his thoughts. Yeah, he's just like me. Yes, he said he was a normal person, not a genius.