The dean's office is located at the top of the central school building. I was standing alone in front of the door.



　I had seen him before, but I had never talked to him before. It is an ordeal to have to talk alone with someone who has never been within ten meters of me. I want to go home so badly.



　Professor Tia, my confidant, refused to sit with me with the following words.






　He knows himself so well, but he doesn't improve. I respect him in a way.



　I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.



"Excuse me. My name is Hurt Semphis.



　I opened the door with a clunk,



"You're late, Hurt."



　A muscular, strong-looking man with a s*xy mustache stood before him. He looked just like my adoptive father, Gordo Semphis, the Count of the Frontier.



　I slam the door. What was that?　A phantom?　

　Huh?　Could it be my father's dead brother?　But why would someone like that be in the dean's office?



　The door opened with a bang.



"What the hell are you doing?"



　I think your father's look-alike knows me. You know, you've been on your own for far too long.



Why is my father here?



Come in anyway. We'll talk about it.



　I step into the room at his urging.



"Welcome, Mr. Hurt."



　There was a desk facing me in front of the office, and a beautiful woman was smiling at me.

　She had long, light pink hair in loose waves. She seemed to be about the same age as her mother, but she looked young. She was dressed in a tight suit and her large breasts looked as if they were straining.



"Greetings, I am Theresia Montpellier, Dean of the Royal Institute of Magical Arts of Grunfeld.



　Dean Montpellier stood up gracefully and invited my father and me to the reception couch.

　Once we were both seated on the couch, the Abbot prepared a cup of tea and placed it in front of us. He then sits down on the sofa in front of us.



"You must have been a little nervous to be invited by the dean, whom you have almost never met before, right?　I happened to hear that Lord Semphis was in King's Landing on official business, and I invited him."



　What a nice guy!



"His Majesty called me to consult with you about the commotion in King's Landing the other day. Just as I was thinking of coming to check on you after things settled down, the dean invited me."



　What good timing for me. The king of the lame-ducks cried out to his father. He didn't say anything strange, did he?　I'll check in with them later.



"So, Dean, you said you wanted to talk to me about Hult, what exactly is it about?"



　The dean tells him with a gentle smile.



"I have a request from the teachers who are in charge of the classes he has chosen," he says.



"Requests?　Hult, you know, he doesn't seem to be getting laid, but I'm sure he takes his classes seriously. ......"



　My ears hurt.

　The dean replies with a smile that seems to reassure my father, who seems anxious.



No, it's not a bad story. No, it's not a bad idea. It's just that his abilities don't fit into the classroom, so we're going to have to excuse him from attending classes. Specifically, I would like to create an environment in which he can focus on his magical research and training of magical skills while he remains a student at the institute and let him develop his talent.



　I see. You've thought of a way to treat shut-ins that well. That's great. I'm glad. Yay.



"That's ...... well, if the teachers at the best school in the kingdom think so highly of you, it's not up to me. But is it possible?"



　Dad's cheeks relaxed a little as he looked puzzled.



"Yes, of course it is possible. I've only heard about it, but at least in practice, it seems to me that it could be the second coming of the Princess Flash ...... or even the first."



"Yes, I suppose so. I have always been afraid of its power.



　That tickles me. I mean, I'm not used to getting compliments in my past life, and it still makes me uncomfortable.



"While his academic abilities are still hard to judge, he seems to be showing insights in certain areas that are ahead of his peers. I am amazed at your sensitivity, Mr. Harte."



"Mm-hmm. I was worried about you because of your tendency to stay in your room, but it seems that you have been pursuing magical research on your own. It is astonishing that you have reached, or even exceeded, the level of this academy on your own."



　So stop.

　For me, it's just a shame play to exchange compliments in front of the person in question.



　But the flow of the story is not bad. In fact, it's great.

　If I do too much in the future, people will question my relationship with Shiva, but I'll be careful about that.



　You scared me.

　Well, I didn't do anything. So it's for the best. You're here now, and the chance for me to expose myself seems to be gone. Thanks, dad.



　I was ready to sneak out and watch some cartoons, confident of my victory.

　But then...



"But that's just my opinion. I can't say that it's an objective judgment."



　Hmm?　Mr. Dean, what did you say?



"And there is one big question. How can you have a magic level of 2, when you boast of abilities that do not fit into the highest level of our school?"






　I was horrified. I felt as if a dark aura was coming out from behind him, while his smiling face was still there. Not really, but an image of it.



"I don't think so, but you didn't make a false declaration, did you?



　Professor Tia's words flow into my ears.



　--I've never known anyone so straight-laced.



　In other words, she is a woman who will never tolerate injustice. I will not tolerate lies and deceit!



　But this kind of suspicion is natural and has already been resolved.



If you want, I can measure it right here, right now."



　I've done a lot of work. I'll just have to be careful not to break the crystal.

　Come on!　I was about to roll up my sleeves, but the dean shrugged.



I am sorry, sir. I can't falsify crystal measurements, but I hope I didn't ...... offend you by doubting you."



"No, not really. ......"



"Yeah, I have to admit I don't believe it either. I have my doubts and I am not surprised because the crystals show it.



　I said something like that, but both my father and I were sweating cold sweat because <.

　Thinking about it, if I said in front of my father, he would ask me about it later. That was a close call.



　Well, the dean is not to be underestimated, even though he seems so carefree.



　I'm determined to win in this three-way meeting-like situation...