I hear that there was a time when it was called the ministry.
　Perhaps it was a word of warning for teachers who wanted to teach and guide their children to be the best they could be.

　There is only one school in each of the seven countries in the world, and to become a teacher at a wizarding academy is not an ordinary endeavor. Many of them have served in the military, published papers as research results, or have made significant achievements in some way. Researchers and those who have served in the military, especially those who have served in a commensurate ranking or rank, are highly valued.

　However, professionalism as a teacher can be biased. For this reason, there is a selection process among licensed wizard teachers who are recruited from the general public for their superior knowledge in the liberal arts and witchcraft.

　These are not knowledgeable in a wide range of fields, but rather in one subject, and if you have a specialized field of study, you are qualified to be employed as a teacher. Of course, the odds are said to be even more difficult than becoming a three-digit mage.
　It's a new way to train the next generation, given to those who couldn't make it as a magician.

　However, it is not only a matter of competition, but also a matter of passing the difficult recruitment examinations in seven stages. The minimum knowledge required to teach a magician's chicks is tested in written form. Naturally, even though it's the minimum, the advanced exam questions are mind-boggling, even in your field of expertise.

　The next step is to submit and present a paper based on a specific theme related to magic or demons. Once you get through that, the next step is even a discussion with a few employment exam candidates.
　As a matter of fact, there are teachers from the academy mixed in among them.

　After passing through a number of stages of exams and an interview, they will be notified of the employment results.
　For those who have been shut out of the path of being a magician, it is a great honor to become a teacher at the academy. It's not retirement, much less honorable injuries, and even a place in the military is gone.......it's a path of contribution left for those who have succumbed to the demons.


　That's why the man who had crossed that difficult exam to become a teacher was holding his head in his room in the vicinity of the academy.
　It's been a decade since he made the bloody effort to become a teacher. No, he still pores over the latest papers, and research is a daily habit to gain a wide range of knowledge.

　But even so, the man's agony is never ending. In the past, I used to feel more rewarding and responsible for my job as a teacher. These days, as he approaches his mid-30s, he is probably as flabby as his disheveled, bloated belly.
　He was probably flabby as well as disheveled and flabby, and he was probably floundering in the face of what others thought of him.

　Still, he was proud to have worked for ten years as a teacher. Although it was not my own achievement, as an academy, I have confidently ejected the backwardness to contribute to humanity.
　The students are all hard-working, and I have worked hard not to be left behind. Maybe that's partly why I'm not feminine and I'm not going to be around for the foreseeable future.

　The man put the container of lunch he had bought in the trash and held his head in his hands, sandwiched between the literature piled up on either side of the small desk.
　All that goes through his head - he's tried his best, but that may be as far as it goes.

　The man's salary was comparable to that of a wizard going out into the outside world, but he still wasn't bold enough to afford the luxury. Perhaps the single room given in the academy was larger than his own room.

　The materials placed on the side were mainly related to the formation of troops of demons and actual war mages. Of course, I have all the troop compositions of mages by general rate in mind. However, these do not support the single mage's mobilization criteria. This is because only the Governor is supposed to be able to request the mobilization of a single mage and give that order.

　In other words, no matter how much data you search through, you can only get the bare minimum of information on single wizards. Even the clear standards vary from country to country.
　Even in Alpha, the mobilization of single mages and their roles fluctuate flexibly and are not clearly defined.

　The man took a letterhead from a drawer and went to his desk.
　Writing something directly in writing is not very common in this day and age. Still, there is probably nothing better than this to put in an important moment, or even sincerity.

　With the dim light in the room, the man still did not rest his brush until late at night, and he continued to write his thoughts of shame and shame.


　The next morning, with melancholy and resolve under his eyes, the man went first thing in the morning to the chancellor's office.
　In his hand he held the paper he had admitted last night.

　It felt like a terribly long way to the top floor. The man had been serving here for a little over ten years, and his history weighed on his every step.
　He dropped his eyes to the letterhead in his hand and overflowed to avoid regret.

'This was the right thing to do.'

　By retiring from the teaching profession, he left himself open to future possibilities. A teacher who trains wizards was rude to a single person who was the pinnacle of his or her profession, so he or she must make an example out of it. He couldn't outright overturn what he had taught as a teacher.

　It's not something you can get away with not knowing. This time last year, a question like that, just to make me feel better, was controversial among teachers. Fortunately, it wasn't pursued because of the increased interest in the student who answered, but it was clear to everyone that it was harassment.
　For what it's worth, the man has since been frequently posing difficult questions to only one student, so it's as if he's spread bad press himself.

'You're a clergyman...'

　The man is now ashamed of himself as he shades down. If he had pushed forward as he said, this would not have happened.
　I was shocked to learn that Ars Reagin, the best wizard in the Alpha and eventually the seven nations, is the best wizard in the world. At the same time, I was reminded of my own stupidity.
　This was self-inflicted - I had poked and prodded to protect my own little pride with my nepotism.

　Somewhere along the line, he was conceited.
　He was euphoric about raising a mage.
　He had mistakenly thought he had raised up a magician.


　I'm sure you'll find yourself in a position to make a final decision in front of the chancellor's office, when the man raises his arm to knock on the silent door.

　Shortly afterwards--"Excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

　A young woman's voice leaks faintly from the room and a knob is turned at the same time.

'Sir, what's going on here?'

　The man flinched a step or two at the female student who appeared, and the open door was closed without a reflection of the chancellor.
　He quickly turns his letterhead back and stumbles over the words.


Sir what is it?

　It's not a good idea to ask, and the conflict of whether or not it's right to ask is not seen in Felinella, and she points out what she has hidden.
　It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about it.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

You've been found. It's like a vindication of my arrogance.
Is this about Mr. Ars?

　The man who nodded one nod was deeply depressed to the extent that he felt as if he was going to break at any moment, and when Ferinella noticed, she repeated her soft voice sound.

My conduct is not to be praised.''
Doctor, excuse me, how's it going with you?

　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's a good idea for Felinella and Illumina to have a rough idea of what purpose this man had in mind for the chancellor's office.
　It was just that it was the first time (...) that there were two pieces.

　The man awkwardly looked down at the other letterhead. Then, against his will, a smattering of words poured out of his throat.

'A letter to my mother. Hahaha, I don't like bringing it to this point... I know that big adults are pathetic, but it was my mother who congratulated me more than anyone else when I became a teacher. That's how it ends, and an apology isn't enough. I've been really ... really unfriendly to her.

　With his hand on his forehead, the man resists the loosening of his tear glands.
　It's a shameful thing to want to expose, but it's even more shameful with a teacher who says it in front of his students.
　The man had to fulfill his duty as a teacher until the very end. That's the duty to the period of ten years of service.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken so weakly in front of the students. I'm sorry. I'm going to leave the academy at the end of this month, but if you can, please keep it a secret.

　The man, who is a teacher, with his eyes downcast and earnestly wishing for it, takes his gaze off the two men for the last time.
　'But--'

I'm sorry to say this, but I don't think it's necessary. I don't think it would be in the best interest of the institute to leave the institute now...

　Somewhat difficult to say, Felinella chuckles.
　The teacher's chest tightened at such thoughtfulness. For ten years, as a teacher, I never missed a single study to acquire and apply the most advanced knowledge on a daily basis... I felt like these ten years had paid off.

Thank you for saying that to me, and that's why I must be graceful.

　The man's eyes moistened with life, and the man became determined.

　Felinella tilted her head in confusion at the man's appearance, not cracking a smile.

'Feri, if you say it, it's misleading, so let me take care of it.
'What?　Ummmmm. Please.

　Illumina stood in front of the faculty member and confronted him with the same unsympathetic attitude as ever. Of course, it was the impression of those who saw her think so.
　She begins to speak as if she doesn't care about the faculty quitting.

''Sensei, what Felli said about it not being good for the academy is.... Actually....''

　During the one-minute explanation, the teacher's eyes gradually widened and eventually turned into a dumbfounded, open-mouthed dunce.

　Yes, it wasn't just this faculty member. The fact that Ars is now known to be No. 1 makes it extremely calculating for him to resign gracefully before his position is later compromised.
　Of course, that's what he had in mind.

　At any rate, if the numerous acts of violence he committed against the first place are mentioned, he will not be able to avoid disciplinary dismissal. It's a good thing that you're able to have a good idea of what you're doing.
　In the research building where Ars's laboratory is located, many people even filed a direct complaint against the chancellor for the high treatment they received when they were admitted to the school, and their jealousy was blatant.

　As a part of raising young wizards, if he insulted the top of the wizard world, his qualifications as a teacher would completely collapse.
　Of course, Ars, who was hiding his status, may also be at fault, but it won't change anything if a teacher says so. It would only be unseemly if he didn't have to be single, or if it developed to such a point that he had to tighten his own neck.

　This is why I have just been asked by the chancellor to contact the faculty members personally for these reasons, as they are the highest-ranking students in the school, well-liked and from good families.
　For these reasons, he has just been asked to contact each of the faculty members personally, because, according to the chancellor, he can't be bothered with every little thing.

So it's true, isn't it, Illumina?
Yes, the teachers just tore up their resignation letters. I've heard some say that we need to hold a staff meeting with the teachers to discuss how to deal with them in the future.

　Peeling her eyes, the teacher shook Illumina's shoulder.
　It's not just a matter of time before you see a twitch that you can't hide, but also on her face every time she shakes not once, but twice or three times.

　Felinella, who couldn't see it, opened her mouth for Ars, who she knew well, in the hope that it would help her to know how to respond in the future.

'Sir, I'm sure Mr. Ars won't be as bothered by this as you all think. I know him well because of my father's work, but I don't think Mr. Ars will feel anything when the teachers step down. On the contrary, I don't think it would make any difference to Mr. Ars if he were to continue to be engaged in his duties as he has been. I'm not the kind of person who cares about such small things.

　Felinella herself was making a cheerful smile at the words overflowing from her chest.
　Beside her, Illumina, with her hand on her side, said, "Can you say something so selfish? I whispered in his ear.

　The reply that came back was, "Don't worry. If the number of faculty members is insufficient, I think the first thing I'll do when I return is to give a white feather to Ars-san......." he began with a conclusion.
　The teachers at the Academy of Magic are high for the standard. They are not people that can be procured so easily. In other words, there will be not a few term vacancies.
　You will be able to find a lot of people who have a lot of experience in this field.


　Illumina superficially imagines something like Ars's character. Although it's only a small acquaintance, we can expect that he took over security at the school festival, and that the motivation for this is because Felinella was the chairman of the steering committee.
　If that is the case, then he is basically not interested in rules and regulations.

　When you think about it, Ferrinella's words were strangely convincing.
　Partly because it was completely unimaginable to imagine the current number one taking on such chores with a big smile on his face.

'I see. That sounds like you wouldn't like it.
That's what I mean.

　It was the first smile I'd seen on Felinella's face as she told me in a somewhat knowing manner, the first time I'd seen her smile in our childhood friendship.

''Is that what you mean, sir...?''

　By that time, the faculty member had left to go down the stairs in a panic.
　After he left, only the two pieces of letterhead he had treasured for the rest of his life had been left behind forlornly.


'Do you want me to throw them away?'

　Felinella responded to Illumina's ruthless suggestion with a wry smile. She put a hand to her chin and looked troubled, but nodded that it was the smartest thing to do.

'Sounds better that way I wonder when you'll be back then.
Let's hope it's before the field work mission.

　Illumina smiled a small smile as she saw through it.