920 Episode 0920



After finishing his contact with Seto in about ten minutes, Ray was heading to the principal's office as he was told the day before.
 Seto has been playing more and playing with Ray, but Ray is employed as an instructor.
 I couldn't skip it from the first day, and I was walking around the school tearfully, breaking up with Seto.
 Seth's sad cry as he walked away from the stable still lingered in his mind.
 If possible, Ray would have liked to set up a little more...

(Well, even if you have classes, it doesn't mean that everything during the day is filled up.) Then why don't we go to Seto's place when there's no class? --a pity on the horse)

 The stable where Seto lives is a staff stable.
 There are some horses that are few but used by instructors.
 There were horses that lived in stables without distinction, whether they were private horses or rented from school.
 But... it was obviously stressful for the horse to spend time under the same roof with Seto, who was an overwhelming absolute.

(I think it's best to get used to Seto before stress can help.)

 Like a stable in Wheat-tei at dusk.
 As Ray walks through the school thinking about Seto, he finds a lot of attention focused on him.

(What's that?)

 listen carefully to doubts

"Who is he? He's not wearing a uniform. He's not a student at this school, is he?"
"You're quite short," Are you a woman or a man? If you were a man, you would be a child."
"Well, did the lowly people come to this historic school again?"
"Come on, dude," If you don't wear a uniform, you're probably the one who was invited as an instructor, not a student, and you say things like that to him..."
"Well, there are a lot of people who can't get rid of their sense of privilege even if they enter here."
"Light,"
"What? What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"
"No, as far as I've heard, he's a brilliant light among the wizards. Well, I only heard Mr. Samaroon say so."
"Do you know who he is? Tell me".
"No, I'm afraid I don't know," I just overheard what Mr. Samaroon said. I can hardly see my face because I'm wearing that hood."
"I can't use it. Dr. Samaroon would be easy to listen to, right? Then you'd better listen to that."
"I don't like it. It's just a waste of time talking to Mr. Samaroon in that situation."
"Anyway, if you don't wear a uniform, you're not a student here, are you sure?"
"Are you an adventurer or a knight? I think you are an adventurer from that appearance... smaller than us?"
"It's not a real war, it's a theory about magic. Isn't it any wonder, in the words of Mr. Samaroon?"

 That's what Ray hears.

(I see... well, I can't stand out if I'm the only one who doesn't wear uniforms even though there are so many students in school uniforms.)

 All the people who are gossiping about Ray are all students in blazers.
 Ray thought the uniform, which both men and women could see some common design, would suit the Duke's military school uniform.

(Of course, there are people who have a whole sense of privilege.)

 Ray is tempted to smile at the scornful glance of someone who might want to call him a Keep Reserve, but he puts up with it and heads towards the school building.
 The students are making a fuss again when they see Ray entering the school building where the president's office is located.
 With these students behind him, Ray enters the school building.
 Some of the students were wondering if they were trespassers, but they immediately gave up the idea because they didn't think there would be anyone who would trespass so brazenly.
 He turned to the schoolhouse where Ray had entered, and much of the talk of the morning was about a man who seemed to be an unknown adventurer.





"Good to see you, Mr. Ray. Did you sleep well yesterday?"

 Entering the principal's office, Ray is greeted with this voice by Erinde, who was checking some documents at his office desk.
 Elf's Erinde looked as bad as yesterday as he could have been as bad at judging whether she was a man or woman.
 Ray nods regretfully because he was wondering if his appearance would change in a day, but his clothes would change.

"Oh, I slept soundly. I'll lose to the Wheat-tei at dusk."
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. Speaking of Wheat Pavilion at dusk, it is one of the finest inns in Gilm. The food there was especially delicious."

 Erinde's tone was to a place where he had been.

(Well, you live longer than usual in the Elf.) It's only natural that you've been to more places than I have.)

 Erinde opens his mouth to Ray, who thinks he is almost half-immortal.

"Well, from today on, I'm going to have Ray teach me a mock war... but I can't have him deal with all the students at school."
"...you may ask me now, but how many students are there in this school?"

 Erinde slightly flares surprise at Ray's outspoken question by moving her eyebrows.

"Oh! Didn't you hear from Samaroon?"
"I was guided to the school, but I haven't heard of it."
"He can't help it, either. Mind you? This military academy is a four‐year school. On average, there are about two hundred students in a school year. In other words, there are nearly 800 students in total. And if you add up the teachers, the staff, and the people who do the second job, there are almost a thousand people living here in total."

 Erinde proudly asks, but Ray doubts it and opens his mouth.

"There are nearly two hundred instructors and staff... the dormitory I live in isn't that big?"
"Oh, that's the case," There's another staff dormitory besides where Mr. Ray lives. And some people rent a house without entering the dormitory, or their parents' house is in Gracial, where they pass."
"... I see,"

 "While nodding, if possible, I wish I could rent a house somewhere instead of a staff dormitory... "
 I thought it would allow me to play with Seto whenever I wanted, but I would deny it immediately.

(If it had been an inn, would it have been farther away than being in the stable here during class?)

 If that happens, Seto may come out of the stables to see Ray.No, it's okay for Seto to stay away from Ray for a few days, but Ray still thinks the possibility is undeniable, given the love he has for him.

"Well, that being the case, can't you tell Ray to play a mock game against all his nearly eight hundred opponents?"
"...I don't think there's anything I can do, but it's going to be a waste of time." It's very likely that I'll concentrate on defeating them and they'll faint before they know what's going on. Then there will be no point in playing mock games."
"I guess so. That's why I want you to be in charge of only S-classes in three and four years."
"S-class?"
"... didn't Samaroon explain that?"

 Ray nods to Erinde, moving his cheeks.
 Actually, I didn't hear anything about the class.

"My research on magic is excellent, and I'm loved by my students in my own way, but I can't trust them completely because they're stupid like this."

 Erinde, who breathes out, continues to explain to Ray.

"The classification of this military academy is basically based on merit. After graduation, I will be a knight or adventurer, so it is necessary for everyone to understand my ability."
"... well, I don't deny it,"
"That's all right, that's what you think. Some of the staff are telling us to divide our classes regardless of ability. Anyway, it is. The classification draws on the adventurer's rank. I mean, S, A, B, C, D. Five classes for forty students in one class. This brings the total number of students in the school year to 200. However, some of the students quit for some reason, and it is not certain that there are forty students in a class."
"In other words, I'm teaching a class that has excellent grades among the students scheduled to graduate this year and next year."
"That's right. ... What do you think?"
"I'll leave it to you," I'm not familiar with this military academy, and I don't know how to teach my students. However, before teaching, it is necessary to check how good each person is."
"If you will do so, I shall be saved," ...well, it's about time for the four-year-old S-class to have a mock war..."

 There is a knock on the door, as if waiting for the words to come out of Erinde's mouth.

"It seems that the time was just right. Come in."
"Excuse me,"

 It was a muscular man with no hair on his head who came into the room.
 He's not that tall, but he's still tall compared to Ray.
 He is in his thirties and looks stern enough to convince you that he is a mock warfare instructor.

(Are you shaving? Are you bald? ... I guess you're shaving.)



 That's what Ray felt when he saw the man.
 Ray has seen many men with stern faces, though normally they would definitely shrink.
 That's why Dusker, the lord of Gilm, has a very stern face.

"You came just on time, didn't you?" Thank you, Grink."
"No. ... And that's the person you talked about last time?"
"...what?"

 Ray, who had always thought he was going to use rough language because he was a skinhead man, was surprised by the unexpectedly polite language that came out of his mouth and made a stupid sound.
 But the man is probably used to Ray's reaction.
 The man, called Grink by Erinde, bows without apparent surprise at Ray's words.

"How do you do? My name is Grink, and I'm a mock warfare instructor at this military academy. It's an honor to meet Ray, who is famous as crimson."
"Oh, oh, yes. It's Ray. Well, it's a short time until spring, but please take good care of me."

 a polite expression emanating from a stern face Still, he says he is honored to meet Ray, but he doesn't seem particularly happy, and he doesn't know what kind of attitude he should take, so he says so for now.

"I am the one who will learn from Ray's strength."
"I think we'll get along well. Now, Grink. Take good care of Mr. Ray."
"Yes. ... Well, Mr. Ray. Shall we?"

 Tell him so, Grink urges Ray out of the school president's office.
 Ray also follows him out of the president's office.
 We walk down the corridor side by side, but we never talk to each other.
 I guess it's because Ray wasn't used to communicating smoothly with people he'd met for the first time, and Grink didn't like to waste his breath.
 Still, Ray feels uncomfortable just walking silently, so he asks Grink about the mock battle.

"Glink," I don't mind playing a mock game, but could you tell me exactly how strong my three-year and four-year S-class is?"
"Strongness?" . . . . . . . ."

 Grink replied as soon as Ray shook the subject, perhaps because he was having trouble dealing with Ray.
 That's quite natural, isn't it? Ray's attitude toward Grink and Grink's attitude toward Ray are all things that make the latter more cautious.
 This is a big difference between a notorious adventurer and an instructor at a military academy instructor.

"It's just a general indicator, and there are big differences between individuals, but if you're an adventurer, you'd say that a three-year S-class is generally a rank F, and a four-year S-class is a rank E."
"It's lower than I thought,"

 Grink shook his head to the muttering Ray.

"There are limits to practicing very little and training alone." There are no powerful monsters around here, let alone frontiers. Of course, it doesn't mean there's no such monster at all, but it takes a lot of effort to find one."
"I suppose,"

 Ray has also made numerous trips outside of the remote Gilm since he came to the world.
 I knew that the monsters that would appear there would naturally be weaker and less numerous than the frontier.

"But... some of them have beaten robbers, not monsters, so I think they're pretty strong compared to others."

 The words made Ray think that he might have a bit of an interesting fight.