I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter

91 – Chapter 31. Chick Training – 2

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Elf.

This is a people who live in the sea of Siur in the northwest of the continent of Ireland.

It is similar to a human, but it is said to have a long lifespan that is more than five times that and long, pointed ears.

It has excellent magical abilities, but the population was so small that it was not possible to send large-scale troops to Shinma War.

Besides, it is said that the elf army was wiped out in an instant because they could not adapt to the advanced battlefield as magic engineering had already advanced.

On the battlefield where high-level magic-grade bombardment from tanks, battleships, and aircraft came and went, those who stood loftily with a staff and memorized magic were inevitably eliminated.

It is said that they are a very high spirit-friendly race, but it is said that the image of a race that was outdated despite the ability was engraved because it was unable to communicate with the spirits in the weapons made of steel.

At that time, he was often compared to the Dwarves, who played a key role in making weapons while standing on the side of the gods.

Elf hatred was implicitly established in our society to the extent that the war history book that I borrowed from Chermia reads like this openly about elves.

I don’t know which one is more pitiful compared to the spirits who suffered from all kinds of weapons in the Shinma War and are now used as parts.

Anyway, if my eyes aren’t wrong, there were half-elves in the first-year pilot class.

Selmeier basically discriminates against elves, and I know that there are no elves living separately.

But the half-elf entered the military academy, where only students with a guaranteed identity could enter?

It was strange to anyone looking at it.

And thanks to the characteristic of ‘unusual magic’ that Chermia told me, I knew at once that she was the ‘Princess’ that her assistant principal said.

It’s nice to know the identity of a tired person quickly if you get involved.

Classes are thoroughly objective and clerical, and if you pay attention to the teachers and give them a generous score, you will not fall behind.

It’s good that the princess gets good grades, and I’m glad that I can fulfill the vice-principal’s request without any trouble with the royal family.

Besides, thanks to being an assistant in the first year class, I got a lot of extra points and credits, so the afternoon became quite spacious.

I’m in the midst of organizing the helicopter’s manual these days, and once that’s done, I’ll be able to enjoy complete free time.

Okay. Let’s go with this policy this semester.

But, as always, even if you make a plan, reality doesn’t always go according to plan.

Class time for the pilot class in the second week of the first year.

I saw a lot of newly added faces.

Some kids don’t go to class after the first week.

I remember when I was choosing an afternoon class last year.

I also picked up a few classes I didn’t take the first week or gave up the classes I took.

I was a sincere teaching assistant, so I came in advance before class started, handed out handouts, and sat on the chair next to the school table.

I was going to take a break until class time, but I saw green eyes fixed on me.

Where did the shy person in the first hour go, only the bold junior staring intently at the senior remained.

In the past week, the hairstyle has changed a bit, and the side hair that has become plentiful completely covered the ears.

‘Oh, my sister’s perm went really well. Where did you do it?’

I want to say something.

There is a limit to avoiding eyes, so I started a snowball fight in the first place.

I lost.

I’ve never lost a snowball fight.

There is nowhere to complain about this subtly uncomfortable feeling, so after class, I am fermenting it with 100% apple juice, when Curst calls.

I am only a student, so I have no choice but to go because the principal calls me.

“Erif. Did we meet in class?”

As soon as we met, I didn’t like the feeling of the talk.

I’m probably referring to that first-year friend who just had a snowball fight with me, but I decided to just pretend not to know.

“Who?”

“First year pilot major class. This is the class you enter as a teaching assistant.”

“Sineine sir? Not bad. He also has a good understanding of helicopters. Researcher Yemila, who is in charge of organizing my manual.”

“No. Not the teacher. Were there any first-year students that stood out?”

“Well. They are all jingle cute juniors.”

Kurst grinned and picked up a thick briefcase.

He took out a bunch of paper from the envelope and placed it on the desk, holding out the top piece of paper.

In front of a luxurious marble building, there was a picture of a beautiful girl with her wide-brimmed hat pressed and casting her gaze somewhere.

“Ireana Encaton. There is also Selmeier at the end, but it is usually omitted.”

“Is this the royal palace?”

“Yes. You must have heard the opening day too. That there is only one princess in the royal family.”

“That’s him.”

Curst nodded his head silently and flipped the paper over.

“You have the right to read even the second-class secrets of the royal family and the military. This is second-class.”

Kurst put some of the paper bundle back into the envelope.

And I’m not going to put out the rest.

“Would you like to see it now?”

“Look now. Read it all here. Do you have any more classes today?”

I took the 50-page paper and sat down on the sofa in front of Curst’s desk.

Now that we’re together, I’ve got a lot of questions, so I’ll have to read it.

After an hour.

There are a lot of photographic records, so I read them right away.

If it had been a textbook of the same length, I would have fallen asleep while reading it, but why is it so exciting to peek at other people’s secrets?

However, the content of the documents was not as interesting as I could afford.

I’m just an ordinary humanoid spirit that drives helicopters well.

I don’t want to get involved in troublesome areas like politics.

“Why did you show this to me?”

Kurst took the paperwork back and organized it, taking a deep breath and squeezing the envelope.

“It is the name of the king. To teach Princess Ireana thoroughly how to fly a helicopter for one year.”

“Do you think I will listen to the king’s command?”

Last time, I obviously threatened him, so I thought he wouldn’t touch me anymore, but he’s slowly trying to use me again.

“Did I say it was a request rather than a king’s name? If you successfully complete your education, you will receive additional points-“

“If it’s the king’s name, you should definitely listen to it.”

Additional points are always correct.

Besides, I am willing to do it if I think it is an extension of the class rather than asking me to run a separate operation somewhere.

However, considering the information about the princess written in the document, it was a very subtle problem.

“By the way, aren’t the helicopter controls a military secret? According to the documents, you say you go in a year?”

“It’s a ‘transaction’ that includes that. You don’t have to complicate things and just focus on education.”

Kirst raised his sunglasses and turned his chair back toward the window.

The early evening sun formed a reddish sunset and laid them out in the sky.

“The princess seems to be very interested in you too, so she will listen to you.”

“Yes?”

It seems like we had a snowball fight with all our might today.

Well, if you have grown up in a corner of the royal palace without interacting with others, you may not know how to treat people.

I was similar, but thanks to Chermia and Shane, I became close with the kids and was able to read the atmosphere quite a bit.

If I didn’t have a close friend with a good personality, I wouldn’t have been like that.

“Is there any way to contact me separately?”

“Communicate here. I don’t know if it’s a direct line or an attendant’s phone call.”

The cust is very moderate.

The expression on his face that gave me this and that made me look refreshed.

I got up from the sofa after entering the communicator number that Curst handed over.

“I can’t say for sure. Because he’s a half-elf, there’s a high chance he’s a mechanic.”

“Isn’t it written on the document? Because it’s a half, there’s hardly any penalty like that.”

“So, have you ever ridden a train? Helicopter?”

“Well.”

The princess’s ability was unknown because she hadn’t taken a full-fledged pilot class yet.

Kurst sat back to see if he had anything to say and remained silent, and I gasped lightly and then left the principal’s office.

Ireana Enkaton Selmeier.

Although the vice-principal teacher called her a princess, she actually said that she was not the real daughter of the king.

To briefly explain what I understood about her character, Ireh Ana, she was a ‘made divinity’.

The Holy Kingdom, which holds the theory that a person with a high spirit affinity is holy because the four elements of the gods are closely related to the spirit affinity, appointed King Selmeier’s younger brother, who had a very high spirit affinity, as a high priest.

After being idle at home because of his ambiguous status, he went to the Holy Kingdom to serve as a bridgehead between the two kingdoms.

Why are you talking about the king out of the blue? It’s because he was Ireana’s biological father.

After the Shinma War, the elves, who had gone to the brink of extinction due to the long line of population, actively sought a way out, and participated in the project proposed by the Holy Kingdom and Selmeier.

The spirit affinity is high, but the whole race is weakened when it comes into contact with metal to the extent that the whole race is called a mechanic. A high person was elected, who was the king of the Selmeier Kingdom.

The Holy Kingdom, which brought in Selmeier to distribute capital and responsibility, took away Ireana, the ‘product’ of the project, as soon as she was born.

With the excuse that it was because Selmeier started the war at the time.

But a few years later in her holy kingdom there was a commotion so great that I, the king of Selmayer, was caught up in her case and died, and when she had finished her war, Selmayer brought her back and brought her back to her palace. It was hidden and made to protect her.

At that time, the nickname “Ghost Princess” Spread.

He couldn’t reveal his half-elf face, and he could hide his presence awkwardly in the overgrown garden, so it must have been like a ghost.

“Her spirit-friendliness is hard to compare with any other spirits. Maybe you felt it too.”

I remembered Kirst lit a cigar and pointed at me in the principal’s office earlier.

That was the heterogeneous sense I felt.

If friendliness with spirits indicates divinity, what will happen to those who have reached the climax?

“It is the birth of the first saint after the Shinma War.”

As I wrapped my hand around her nose, Kirst shrugged off her cigar and said so.

The created divinity.

It was a case that was born and neglected due to the political relationship between some countries and peoples, but found a role in the past.

The appointment ceremony of the saint was scheduled for next year.

If I let them play hard during that year, where will it go?

In the Holy Kingdom, it is said that she was given a mission to enter her Celeste Military Academy and learn how to fly her helicopter.

Since I discovered my body, I’ve been aiming for an opportunity, and it’s revealed my true nature.

The Selmeier Royal Family, far from refusing, decided to give up the mass-produced helicopters to gain some kind of political gain, and in the end, the princess and I were given the roles of political victims.

Why am I a victim?

It’s annoying to teach.

Besides, if the princess doesn’t learn properly, it’s not my fault.

When I think about it again, I can’t get enough of the extra points.

I’ll have to ask for an extra fee later.

“By the way, if you want to train properly, you have to teach it through simulation.”

There were many eyes in the simulation classroom, and it was highly likely that witnesses would raise issues of equity.

I can’t. I’ll have to place an additional order for the simulator in the lab.

Why am I being so devoted to the princess?

Maybe because I am also a humanoid spirit created by God, so it may be because of my homogeneity.

“So, you want to write here?”

“Yes.”

A lazy Friday afternoon.

Sacred relics research club club room on the 4th floor of the old school building.

Yuri, who was sleeping on her sofa in a white gown, scratched her head at the sudden request.

“That simulator is upstairs, isn’t it? How noisy is that?”

“It will be fun if you try it once.”

“Well. But it’s a bit odd to rent a room to a student who hasn’t even joined a club.”

Yuri You pretended to be yawning and she glanced back at me.

Knowing that she would, she submitted an application to join the club that she had prepared in advance.

“Oh, oh. What. Really? Are you really joining?”

“Yes. Good luck for a year.”

“Yes. Fufu. What’s up right. Are you going to bring two of your friends too? I promised you last year.”

“You said you were just looking around?”

“Sheesh. You knew.”

Yuri Yes, even while grumbling, she couldn’t hold back her laughter when she saw the application I submitted.

Is that good?

I’m not feeling very well, should I teach everything I’m going to teach and leave?

Next year Yuri When you graduate, she can get her own quiet space, so you only have to hold on for one year.

“So why are you bringing the simulator here? Isn’t that upstairs almost in your control too?”

“There is such a thing. Oh. Can I bring my first-year junior?”

“It’s not going to happen, but why suddenly a junior?”

Yurine gave a slightly suspicious expression.

I shrugged.

“I just have some work to do.”

You wouldn’t even think I’d teach the next saint how to drive a helicopter.

Yuri-ne looked at the application form I gave her and my face alternately and was immersed in thought.