I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

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Ruschel at lunchtime. Restaurant building near the main auditorium.

It was famous for the bakery on the first floor, but

Adela was having a meal on the terrace on the second floor.

Although it was embarrassing to compare it to the high-class cuisine of her upper class,

Somehow it was of edible quality.

She was also good at treating others.

“Oh my, is it something that doesn’t suit your taste?”

“Oh, no!”

The seat across from her.

A pure white saint who sits there and observes Adella.

“Well, if there is food mixed in that violates the doctrine, I apologize. “I don’t know much because I’m not a believer.”

“No! It’s just that I’m not used to receiving things from students….”

I guess so. Due to his personality, no matter who tried to force him to do something, he would have refused.

If Adela had not forcefully dragged her into this position, she would not have been able to achieve it.

Among the basic virtues of a merchant, one of the most important is tact.

Ability to read the other person’s subtle facial expressions and emotional changes.

Paula reflected in the eyes of Adela, who came out to prepare lunch,

It was subtle, but it was definitely not his usual expression.

As a merchant, she had no intention of wasting this golden opportunity.

“Rather, I am sorry. “I think I suggested it a little too much because I wanted to create a space at some point.”

“hehehe, what?”

“It’s hardly a substitute, but I can listen to you.”

The saintess’s eyes lit up as she began to eat.

“It looks like you’re having trouble, and maybe I can help.”

“…”

As expected, her senses did not rust.

If only I could bring out her hesitating concerns and resolve them.

If you can owe a personal debt to a saint who is an agent of the church,

I couldn’t even imagine how I could use it in the future.

Paula slightly twisted her hair,

Finally, I carefully removed her luck.

“Well, could it be that Scarlett Sisters…?” . “No, do you know Student Scarlett?”

“Of course.”

I only know the name. So far, the only thing she had ever shared with that student was sparring.

If you say you don’t know much, it’s better to bluff.

“…Instructor Ivan took Scarlett as his student because he was an excellent student, right?”

Oh my.

After much deliberation, I finally got to the point.

Adela’s eyes scan the other person’s expressions and gestures.

After a quick understanding, the conclusion was surprisingly simple.

‘It seems like the relationship was much more interdependent than I thought.’

Ivan’s attitude changes 180 degrees depending on who he is with.

The saint was Adela, who thought she was in a position to receive his attention simply out of her obligatory good will.

It didn’t seem to be the case.

Whether Paula’s feelings are love, greed, or love.

She also seems to want to become his disciple.

“I keep having blasphemous and arrogant thoughts. “I want to erase it quickly, but it’s not easy.”

“I see.”

Excessive greed to the point of feeling guilty, in contrast to the inferiority complex of being last in grades.

She is a saint who seems to think that if she had to give up one of the two, it would be natural for her to be greedy.

According to Adela’s calculations, it may actually be a very simple solution.

“Why not just give it a try? “I want to become a disciple.”

“Yes, yes?!”

She waved her hand as if she had overheard some kind of crime plot.

However, she did not say this without any basis.

“Don’t think too hard about it. It’s okay if it works, but if it doesn’t, it’s okay. “It’s just my guess, but even if you get rejected, it doesn’t seem like things will get awkward.”

“Is that so? Maybe… ?”

“The instructor probably didn’t take her as his student because she was his assistant. She may be a very simple principle of action. “She doesn’t turn away anyone who comes.”

Apprentices are accepted on a first-come, first-served basis, not in order of grades.

Paula also has a chance.

No, it is right for her to run right now.

After the last incident, the instructor’s reputation as a whole, as well as her connections, has increased significantly.

Most of them stopped at the level of ‘I watched it again’, but it wasn’t strange at all if there were students who went one step further.

“…Thank you so much, Adela! “I’ll try!”

“There is no need to sing high. “You happen to be down there.”

That’s right. Its presence is so clear that it can be seen even from the second floor terrace.

The conversation on the bench below was so intense that not only she but also the students passing by her turned around.

“Again, there are limits to her bare fists.”

“What should I do if it’s comfortable?”

“Living comfortably does not mean dying comfortably.”

“It’s a pun. “I’ve fought enough to fight, right?”

To put it nicely, discussion.

If I just described it as I saw it, it would be a scuffle.

Looking at them again, they really are a mismatched pair.

Paula seemed to have made up her mind, bowed her head and ran away.

Not long after, she was able to catch a glimpse of the saint walking towards the bench on the first floor.

I sipped tea.

Common sense tells us that there is no way Ivan, who accepted Scarlett, would not take Paula’s hand.

She, who played the role of a bridge so easily, will be the first person to owe a psychological debt to her saint.

“Can you beat me with your fists right now? “Isn’t it true?”

“Oh, I really can’t agree with that-“

“Instructor.”

A voice calling Ivan.

But that doesn’t belong to the saint.

Adela put away the tea that she almost spit out and leaned out of the terrace to see with her own eyes the situation below.

A black-haired female student standing in front of them.

And then, Paula stands behind her, not knowing what to do.

“Miss Mayna, what’s going on?”

“Please take this!”

The player was taken away.

Unfortunately, my application for becoming a disciple coincided with this timing.

However, it is still in a stable range.

Up to three people per instructor. Even if you accept Mayna, there will be one seat left.

Maina has mid-level results.

By setting a precedent, it may be possible to give courage to the saint.

“Hmm….”

Ivan looked at the application form she handed out, She returned the

Application form.

“I think another instructor would be a better fit than me.”

With a very formal refusal.

It was ruined.

“…I understand.”

Maina trudges back home holding the application form.

And then, the next turn arrives.

“Ah, Miss Paula. We see each other often these days. “Do you have any business?”

“Uh, that, that….”

A saintess struggling in contemplation.

The last place student, who saw even middle-ranked students being rejected before his eyes, was unable to hold on.

“Oh, it’s nothing!”

She runs away.

With Ivan and Scarlett looking sideways at the back of the saint, the situation below was over.

Adela’s plan is also over.

She thought she had gently pushed Paula’s back, but

She didn’t know that there was a cliff in front of her.

“It’s going to turn.”

There was only one empty word and a meal for two left on the table.

—

Paula’s condition is strange.

It wasn’t an ordinary character to begin with, but today it was subtly different.

I think he was clearly trying to say something. Her complexion suddenly hardened, and she escaped as if running away.

She was so desperate that she even dropped the statue of Arca that was hanging on her belt.

I picked it up and put it in her pocket.

After work today, I have to go to the temple and return it.

I also asked if there were any concerns.

But now. It’s time to focus on that routine.

“Instructor, I didn’t want to say this.”

“Don’t do it, then.”

“We can catch monsters together, and we can also catch those rags. “I think it’s a fighting skill worth imitating.”

Because I didn’t have lunch properly, I was able to arrive at Dalianjang earlier than any other student.

What we are going to do after renting out this large place.

“…For a theory instructor.”

Proof of the name Dalian.

Establishment of superior-subordinate relationships.

Her

Trying to selectively limit herself to the field of her theory,

It is a gateway that must be passed through in order to become a complete ‘disciple.’

In short, we decided to just give it a try.

“Did you fight like that in the back alley, saying all you had to say?”

“Ha.”

She tapped her hand as if she understood.

It seemed like she had a habit of doing it before a fight.

“I’m going.”

I feel alive as soon as I take the stance.

However, I was feeling relaxed.

Woe!

She disappeared with the sound of her air being split.

A rush so fast that it can even be mistaken.

Always attack first with the left.

I momentarily turned my sight to the left, but there was no one there.

Back.

A feeling of life that can be felt from the back right.

She must have felt something during the last mid-term evaluation, and she gave a variation to the first sum, which was like her habit.

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“Look, you can’t keep up.”

I grabbed her back faster than my eye movements and tried to attack her.

Whoosh!

It was blocked, and the nape of her neck was grabbed.

Giving variations was actually beneficial to me.

It was because of the right hand.

It was fast, but it couldn’t overcome my reflexes.

It was strong, but it barely managed to absorb everything.

That small gap is,

Bam!

It was inflated by overwhelming performance.

After snatching her, he pinned her to the floor.

“Ugh… !”

Down her neck as she moaned briefly, the S-class shield where her blow was detected turned black.

If it had been a real fight, the inside of her body would have been a mess.

To be honest, I don’t know anything about the art of physical fighting.

I’m not sharp enough to criticize her fighting style.

But, the reason why this situation was created was by resorting to expedient means.

It was to inform you.

“Scarlett.”

“…”

“If you live without distinguishing between yourself and pride, you will die someday.”

She looked angry, but her eyes were already acknowledging it.

Because she adopted the way of the world she lived in.

“…I don’t know much about weapons. “It must be hard to teach.”

“It would be great if you were that honest from the beginning. Don’t worry. Teaching is entirely up to me-“

Even!

Suddenly, the sound of applause is heard.

The sudden applause became faster and faster and eventually became applause.

I looked back.

Standing at the entrance in the distance is a male student.

We were the only place where the applause that seemed to be filled with emotion could be directed.

I slowly walked towards him, letting go of her hand that was holding her.

The male student slowly opened his mouth.

“Instructor Ivan Kherson, are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a fan! Wow, that’s an awesome parry! “I just came here because I was bored, but I never thought I would see something like this.”

His light purple hair sways from side to side as he smiles slyly.

However, the eyes were not smiling.

I asked even though I knew.

“Now I want to hear your name.”

I never thought we would meet here like this.

Crescent moon-shaped tattoo under the eye…. No, a male student with an impressive stigma.

“I am Velen Hathos, a second-year magic major.”

It was the moment of meeting the owner of gluttony.