The next morning.
　I had come to the magic academy.
　I would be working there as a part-time teacher starting today.
　After dropping off Meryl in the classroom, I went to the headmaster's office.
　Marilyn was waiting for me.

"Welcome to school. It's good to have you here today.
Thank you. Please.
Good answer. I'll be looking forward to it. I've asked you to be my adjunct assistant teacher in Merrill's class.
Is this ......?
"Mm. I want you to join Norman, your teacher. He should be able to tell you everything you don't know.

　Marilyn introduced me to a man who was standing by.

"Humph. ......

　The man called Norman pushed up a pair of glasses with his finger.
　He was about my age, maybe a little older.
　Tall and lanky.
　A solemn, almost joking, expression.
　A confidence that permeates his body.
　He had the look of a true elite wizard.

He may be brusque and proud, but he is skilled in magic. I'm sure you have much to learn from each other. Be good to each other.

　We left the headmaster's office without saying goodbye.
　We were walking down the hallway to classrooms.

"I don't get it.

　Norman muttered in a low, hard voice.

"For generations, our instructors have been made up entirely of graduates of the traditional witchcraft school. You are not an alumnus of the academy, are you?
Yeah. I'm not a graduate.
"And in a special case, albeit a part-time one. Even if it's to send Meryl to the school, I don't know what kind of horse's bones you're talking about.

　Norman sighed in disgust.

"Meryl's an undisputed genius. One or two of the best in the history of the magical academy. But his parents had nothing to do with it. A common wizard teaching at our traditional school is a blot on our school's history.

　It certainly wouldn't be fun for the instructors.
　That's of course priced in.

I didn't take this class to make you like me. I only did it because the principal asked me to. For my daughter's sake, and for the school's sake. So it doesn't matter what the instructors think.
'Hmm ....... "A third-rate wizard... . one of the best.

　Norman's face contorted in displeasure.
　Eventually, they made it to the front of the classroom. I followed Norman inside. The room was decorated like a college lecture hall.
　There were students' seats arranged in rows from the lectern.

Ah!　Dad!　Daddy~

　Meryl, sitting behind me, noticed me and waved her hands.
　I waved them back with a chuckle.

"Quiet!

　Norman banged on the lectern and hissed.

This is Kaisel-- he is going to be the assistant teacher in our class. That's all. Now let's get to class.

　The short version is that Norman's about to move on to class.
　He's not spending any more time with me.
　He is despised by many.
　Norman was teaching magical syntax.
　Basically, he explained it orally, with the occasional writing on the board.

　...... I see. That's rather unconventional.
　But--.
　Perhaps it's because Norman is a good wizard himself. It's difficult to explain and the majority of the students don't follow the class.

　--You're going to have to break them down.

Meryl!　You!　Don't fall asleep in my class!
...... mummies?


　When it came to Meryl, she was dozing off proudly . When he looked up at the shouting, he let out a yelp.
"Because Mr. Norman's class is so boring. I think it would be much more interesting if you did it.
Wha--

　Norman had a blue streak across his temple.

'f*ck off!　You think my class is less than this ordinary bone?　No way!　Don't pull a lame stunt!

　This must have been very annoying.
　He yelled at the top of his lungs, spitting in the air.

"It's the truth!

　Meryl doesn't look like she's going to be sorry.
　Meryl's track record as a wizard is far better than Norman's, so I can't even talk back to her. Besides, what Meryl said made the students around me think that I'm better at teaching than Norman.　The air was like.

"...... All right. Why don't you show me. This is your favorite part of your father's class!

　Norman said and turned to me.

"Kaiser. Try teaching the class for me.
Yes?
"The test will be given to you after you teach the class. If you outperform the average score we gave you in this class before, you're excused.

　I was already in the process of teaching a class. Well, I'm on the payroll as a part-time instructor.
　...... Well, I'm on the payroll as a part-time instructor. I don't want to stand by Norman's side and watch him do it.
　I have to contribute to the school to make it worth my salary.

Okay. All right.

　I say yes and Norman takes my place at the podium.

You. Have you ever taught before?
No. I even told Meryl about it.
Yeah. You're doing the best you can.

　Norman smiled at me.
　He seemed to enjoy watching me fail-- that's the look on his face.
　Relationships are a pain in the ass.
　I chuckled and turned to my students.

"Now. Do not resume your magic syntax class.

　Then he began the class .
　Unlike the class Norman had just been in, he replaced the difficult explanations with something familiar and easy to understand.
　To avoid boredom, I asked the students appropriate questions, and humor was used to elicit laughter.
　Then, when I asked them a question, they laughed.
　Even the students who hadn't been with me in Norman's class before started to listen to me without losing the light in their eyes.

"So that's what happened. So that's what happened: ......!
That's pretty straightforward.
"Mr. Kaiser's class is so interesting!

　The students' reactions were noticeably different.
　They became more interested in the class now that they understand the essence of the lesson.
　The atmosphere in the classroom was friendly, and occasionally there was a lot of laughter.

'Gunnu ......!'

　Norman watched him and bit his teeth.

"Okay. That's all for now. Come back later if you have any questions. -- or do you have a test first?

　I handed out the test papers I got from Norman to everyone.

Things were definitely heating up in class. But hey!　Whether or not the students understood the lesson is another story!

　Norman hissed.

'If you're just going to liven up the place, you might as well bring in a street performer!　The question is, did the student gain a better understanding of magic!

　But-- .
　The movement of the pen on the students' test papers was nimble. After a while, I retrieved them and the two instructors split up to grade them.
　Norman's face changed when he saw the results.

That's ridiculous. ......!　The average score has gone up more than ten points: ......!　Are you saying your class is better than my class: ......!
"I don't know what's better or worse," I said. "I don't know if they're better or worse," I said, "but I'm sure they're all good in class.

　If taught properly, they will absorb it all like a sponge. There's no doubt they'll become very good wizards one day.



'Stupid ......!　We're not going to end up like this: ......!

　Norman let out a hateful voice .
　...... Good grief .
　I'd rather it ended like this .