"I see, didn't you have a hard time taking S-class classes? S-classes, of course, have great ability, but they are also proud of themselves." I get a little nervous in class, too.If possible, I'd like to focus on the study of magic."

　Unfortunately, Samaroon delivers the bread he has in his hand to his mouth.
　the first night of Ray's teaching career
　That day, Ray was having a conversation with Samaroon in the dormitory dining room.
　No, Samaroon isn't the only one eating with Ray at this table.

"Well, really? S-class students listen to me a lot, don't they?"

　A calm female teacher in her twenties says, stretching a spoon into a stew full of ingredients.
　At first, instructors and staff living in the dormitory were also at a loss what to do with Ray.
　But some of the people who were in trouble interacting with Samaroon helped him, and as a result, others were able to talk to Ray to some extent.
　However, even though we can talk, it doesn't mean we can have such a good conversation.
　Since Ray is not very good at socializing with people in the first place, he talks mainly about class and hardly ever says anything personal.
　But while instructors and staff can't call Ray a child... they probably understand that he's not old enough to call him an adult.
　Ray picks a topic to talk about so that he won't be too suffocated.
　As a result, it may be unavoidable that most of the talk will be about classes, as long as this is a military academy.

"That's because they're after you, isn't it?" ...at any rate. Teaching not only S class but also students can be taught a lot by teachers. I'd be happy if Ray would study it well, too.

　One of the instructors who was eating near Ray muttered.

(Was he a former Rank B adventurer?)

　Ray knew the man because he had come out several times while talking to Samaroon.
　Even though he has already retired as an adventurer, he was originally a Rank B adventurer like Ray.
　Samaroon had been told that he didn't know much about what he was doing as an adventurer, so if he had any trouble in that direction, why don't you consult him?

"And... from now on, there will be quite a few adventurers appearing in the military academy. If you think about it that way, you don't have to worry too much about Ray because he won't be around that much in the future."

　A former Rank B adventurer was talking about Ray's appearance, a subject that was very noticeable when Ray, younger than his students, was a teacher.

"The adventurer?"

　Not sure why so many adventurers come, Ray reaches for a skewer and asks.
　It's only been a day since Ray started living in this dormitory, but the dining room in the dormitory has changed dramatically in that day.
　Specifically, both the quantity and quality of the food has increased.
　The reason seems to be that a notorious adventurer is coming to Gracial in a royal row, but it is a disgrace to the Duke and Duchess of Quent to not be satisfied with his food.
　When Ray told Samaroon about the dining in the cafeteria, he was talking to the school president, and as a result, the food had improved greatly.
　As long as you're alive, the more delicious a meal is, the better it is.
　That improvement will undoubtedly be one of the reasons why people in this dormitory have become more friendly toward Ray.
　Some people don't care about meals, but they are still in the minority.
　One of the biggest concerns for those currently living in staff dorms is that when Ray leaves the military academy in the spring, the quality of his food will deteriorate.

"Oh, it's the same with Rey, but basically adventurers don't get asked to do so in winter. It's just a guy who could save money for the winter. Those who fail to save money for any reason must, of course, make money during the winter."

　The man's words crossed Ray's mind, two female adventurers who spent so much money loving Seto.
　One of them ran out of money he had saved, and the other was stopped by his friends in an attempt to get a hand on the money he had brought when he came from the Empire of Bestia.
　Of course there are others who do their job in the winter, but it was Ray who still had a strong impression on them.

"I suppose so. There's such a fellow among my acquaintances."
"…do you have any acquaintance with a different name?" Anyway, among all the requests he receives, the requests from the military academy are reasonably delicious. You don't have to go out of the glassyard, and you can move your body just in case, so you don't have to slow down."
"It's a very delicious story,"
"Oh, I suppose it is because of the military academy in Graciale, which is ruled by the Duke of Quent. You can hardly do anything similar in other towns, let alone villages."

　What the man said was true.
　It is only because this is the home of the Duke of Quent that he is so wealthy, that he is spending so much money on the academy.
　I realize that Ray, who had hoped that Guillum could do something similar to what he said, would be impossible.
　With that in mind, he finishes eating the skewer he was holding, and when he was about to put it back on the plate, Samaroon, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly screams loudly.

"Oh! That reminds me! Sorry, Mr. Ray. I forgot that I had received a message from that brain muscle."

　The word "brain muscle" slightly frowns on some of the people in the dining room.
　It's close to a well-known fact that Samaroon and Iskeld are friends--though they won't admit themselves--for a long time at this military academy.
　And of course most people know that Samaroon means Iskeld when it comes to brain muscles.
　No matter how close they are, Iskeld is still treated as one of the heroes of Gracia.
　Therefore, there are many people who are not interested in the hero being called a brain muscle.
　They look reproachfully at Samaroon, but he continues to speak to Ray, seemingly unconcerned.

"I have a message from that brain source that I should have met with the Duke of Quent to-night, but a sudden matter has made it difficult for me to do so, and I would like you to postpone it for a while."
"Really? ... Well, I don't really like formal things, so I'd like to extend my visit. No, you don't have to see me."
"That would be a little difficult," We are having trouble with Mr. Ray because of our inconvenience, and I think that the Duke of Quent should see him at least once."
"... Is that so?"
"Yes, certainly,"

　Hearing Samaroon nod confidently, Ray looks around.
　Most of the people who had been watching the development of the story then nodded back to Samaroon that they agreed.

(To be honest, I don't like formal things.)

　Under normal circumstances, meeting the duke would be impossible to achieve.
　It may well be said that it is a golden opportunity for those who wish to establish a connection with the Duke of Quent.
　If such a person hears Ray's words now, he will definitely go mad.
　or that he would go to see the Duke of Quent instead."

"Well, if tonight's plans are gone, that's all right. I think we need to think of some way to kill time."
"How about talking about magic with me?"
"Oh... I'm sorry, but that's a little bit of it." As I've told you several times, I use magic sensibly. That's why I don't want you to talk about detailed theories of magic."
"But you have a magician, right? Didn't he teach you various theories of course.
"What do you think?" Like I've been taught, like I haven't been taught... Anyway, it's a fact that it's not for me. I'm sorry, but let me refrain from doing so."
"…is that so?" I'm afraid I can't help it."

　Samaroon probably thought it would only bother him if he forced Ray any more. withdraw quietlyThe other instructors and staff who were watching it looked as if it had begun again.
　Just by looking at it, it is clear how much Samaroon is devoted to magic and wants to have the conversation.

(If possible, I'd like you to have that kind of conversation with someone other than me.)

　Ray thinks about it and finishes his meal.
　Then, when you finish the last bite of the stewed meat, you stand up.
　Seeing it, the man sitting nearby calls out to Ray.

"Huh? Are you done?"
"Oh, I'm quite satisfied, and I'm going back to my room soon. I think it's necessary to think about how to teach mock warfare, just like an instructor."

　As an instructor, I was entrusted with the task of teaching people, whether temporary or otherwise.
　Ray has done the same thing several times before, but the way he teaches Basrero is different from what he teaches, and it is difficult to train the former squadron members.
　In particular, training using skills such as the armor of the hegemonic king and the red armor of the flame emperor, such as those of the former squadrons, could lead to a loss of fighting spirit, rather than training.
　It's not temporary, it's complete loss of confidence... if you're not good at it, you could end up with too much trauma, which could mean that all the students in class S would voluntarily leave the military academy.

(Well, it might mean to weaken the power of the King's faction... I'm cooperating with Mr. Dusker, but I'm not particularly neutral." and the Duke of Quento's faction must be the one who enforces discipline, that is to say, the nobility who have not yet decency.)

　I can't say for sure that I haven't met the Duke of Quent himself, but I also think that if the Duke of Quent was a typical corrupt nobleman, a child like Marka would not have grown up so freely.

(However, in today's mock game, the whole class came at me and couldn't scratch me at all.) It may have been enough of a trauma, though, given that.)

　What passed Ray's mind was not the four-year S-classmen in the highest grade... but the three-year S-classmen who played mock battles after that.
　As usual, a glance at Ray did not recognize him as an instructor -- in a sense it was natural -- and a few men fought in contempt and sank to the ground without being able to do anything.
　After that, Ray realized that he was no ordinary man and seriously challenged him to a mock battle, but he eventually sinksame.
　Eventually, the whole class tries and ends up having the same experience.
　The senior year seemed to have managed to pull it back together, but Ray saw that some of the senior year students were losing their will.

"It will depend on tomorrow,"
"Huh? What's wrong?"

　A man close to Ray looks at what he says.
　Then, shaking his head, Ray leaves the dining room.
　Go upstairs, go back to your room, and lie down in bed.

"And yet... how can I train him?" "Is it best to point out the weak spots like I used to do to Basrero, but if I point out the weak spots to all of them every time, it would be too much trouble."

　In a mock battle against Basrero, he was able to use such a trick because he was alone.
　In this case, however, the four-year S class and the three-year S class are well-equipped for 40 students.
　It was very troublesome for Ray to point out all the numbers.

"And unlike Basrero, I'm half confident in my ability. I tried to make him admit in today's mock game. And if you ask me if I will listen to you properly... I don't know."

　That's how the class from tomorrow was going to be pretty tough... Ray would spend the night.





"This man... is a great enemy."

　In the darkness, the man reads the letter and exclaims in surprise.
　But he immediately closed his eyes and muttered with heartfelt thought.

"All in the name of the Holy Goddess of Light,"