Chapter 11 – Lesson 2
A hangover is a hangover and work is work
Today, I wake up holding on to my bitter guts.
I always think that I should eat in moderation, but it always ends in my thoughts.
But did I say that it is human to always repeat mistakes?
I must have been a human being too.
If you tell me from a few years ago that you will be tutoring later,
Would I really believe that?
Now that I think about it, I sometimes think that this road might not be a bad choice.
I can’t just spend my life being caught up in the thesis.
The difference between the time when I didn’t know anything, the time when I was only studying, and the time after knowing the reality
It will be whether you can negotiate or not.
I don’t know.
Is there such a thing as how to live is the correct answer?
How would I react if someone offered to take charge of my life?
No answer comes out.
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“Hello, Miss Seria.”
“…Hello teacher.”
It looks dark again today.
I really don’t know how to deal with it when I see it like this.
I don’t even know why they’re doing this, and I can only sigh when I see their expressions that don’t seem to tell me anything.
“I’ll start the magic spell class.”
“As you know, it is no exaggeration to say that in the end all the subjects we learn are for spellcasting.”
Except for the theoretical subjects taught in the name of liberal arts, all other subjects were to use magic well.
The reason we learn geometry is to understand the structures we build when deploying magic.
Circuitry also knows how to inject magic into the structural formula and how the injected magic works.
Learn for
Did you say that the motive for invention was necessity or inconvenience?
There are countless types of magic in the world, and people learn magic according to their own needs.
“Ms. Seria has no problems with practice, so we will stick to the theory.”
Still no words
If you didn’t want to attend class at all, I would have asked what was the problem.
It wasn’t that much, but I decided to think of it as usual when I saw that the class was following me.
Going back to class, the academy doesn’t teach grandiose magic.
More precisely, it teaches the basics.
We’ll teach you what you’ll use later either way.
This is the policy pursued by the Academy.
So, those who do not need this kind of theoretical knowledge, and those who seek to be faithful to practice, fall into a separate professional institution.
In that respect, the academy can be said to be a basic class for training elites.
“Today, we’re going to proceed with the 4 basic magics.”
Water, fire, air, earth
They are magic that existed before magic was first defined as magic.
It’s the basic of the basics, but rather, the professors who have to evaluate them twist them in all kinds of ways.
The worst of these is water.
If you mix the three magic formulas and structures of ice, water, and steam,
This is because no matter how hard a student studies, he or she cannot help but get confused in a time-critical situation.
I’m explaining the theory and telling you the many questions I’ve experienced and the points that can come out…
She still had the expression that she didn’t want to do anything.
“You don’t want to do it?”
It was a formal question, not an irritation from a one-sided conversation.
If you don’t think it’s okay, say it quickly and change it to someone else who quit, so you can save both of your time.
Good is good
“Because talking quickly is good for both of us. You have to express your opinion, so why don’t I go and talk to my wife?”
Except for one percent irritation, I could guarantee it was a really formal question.
However, it was a contemplative expression, as if that was not the case on the part of the listener.
“I will work hard… So please don’t give up.”
Is this also an extension of the story of the day?
I don’t know what made her do this.
But if you don’t think about her even after seeing her like this, that would be a lie.
It is clear that there is even the slightest sympathy.
If not, you’d be right to think why this is.
So I decided to be honest.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t know much about Miss Seria’s situation or feelings.”
“But I’m not going to try to know the situation as if it were an interrogation.”
“But if Miss Seria doesn’t want to take her class, then I can’t help you either.”
“So I want you to be clear. Whether you want to continue or not.”
All I can do is run out If we accept, we will continue with the class. If not, our relationship will be
It just ends here.
Her expression was a mixture of all kinds of emotions.
“…I will.”
“I will work hard. No matter how difficult it is or how many assignments there are, I will do my best.
I’ll try to understand. If you have a goal you want, I will achieve it no matter what… So…”
At the end, it was somewhere between sobbing and ordinary conversation.
“Please don’t throw it away…”
I feel like I’m getting farther away every time we talk.
Aside from the absurd feeling and content, it seemed that I should do some workaround.
“I’m not throwing it away. But I want to hear Miss Seria’s opinion.”
“Are you going to continue taking my classes?”
No matter how you say it, her options are hers. From the point of view of being employed
There is only acceptance.
She put on a determined expression and opened her mouth.
“Yes.”
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After a commotion, if you have to do what you were doing right away, it’s so confusing that you can’t even concentrate.
Until the break time, I decided to just take a good rest.
The room was filled with only her silence, but I could see her startled when her eyes met every once in a while.
She couldn’t handle the room atmosphere which was getting even more awkward, so she decided to open her mouth in the end.
“May I ask why you weren’t motivated earlier?”
She really didn’t want to ask, but after a few times, she couldn’t help but wonder.
In fact, the word “Don’t throw it away” Raised more questions, but I couldn’t bear to ask about it.
For her to ask it and hear it answered was no different from the fact that she was willing to put her feet in the matter.
After a moment of hesitation, she began to speak as if she had made up her mind.
“I… Have someone I’m interested in.”
She barely held back the involuntary laughter she was about to let out.
She only saw her shape, it was her inner darkness, but let’s know that she is also a student of that age at times like this.
She felt lucky too.
“What happened to him?”
There is a reason why studies and dating are difficult to coexist.
It’s not a one-sided relationship, but there are many cases where dating has a lot of influence on academics.
That’s why people who can balance the two are great.
However, apart from that, what was in front of me now was a common case, not a rare case.
“No. Actually, I’ve never properly spoken to him.”
Crush.
It was a very good ending if it came true, but it was a form of love that would be truly miserable if not.
“Recently, I saw him with another woman. It seemed like we hadn’t seen each other for quite some time.
So I thought that maybe there was no chance in the first place. Still like that
It didn’t seem like it, but I think I’d be really miserable if we were dating for real.”
Should I be grateful for showing such a normal appearance or should I stop this from interfering with my studies?
But I don’t have a choice. Maybe I could do something like a solicitation, just in passing.
“Then wouldn’t it be okay to steal that person’s heart?”
I used the rough expression of stealing, but in fact, it is a kind of gamble.
To change one’s mind by showing oneself to be better.
The disadvantaged always chose to gamble. Whether it was a real gamble that became a war.
The outcome after that is something she has to accept herself.
“For example, wouldn’t it be okay to be the top of the grade? The opponent must also have an academy birthday.”
“Isn’t it possible to gradually reduce the distance after attracting attention like that?”
I’m not an expert in this area, so I can’t say anything.
However, it seems that it did not work if I rolled my head and said something close to recommendation.
Her expression brightened considerably.
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After her relationship counseling, which she hadn’t even thought about, Seria took classes diligently for the rest of her time.
She was listening to the theories of the magic she used at the academy without thinking, so she was just amazed.
She also reviewed what she had learned the other day. She was able to do things she hadn’t seen before.
Why did you do that last time when you can hear it so well?
That day, the day Edward Weiss met Heina Thor Lern in front of his mansion after finishing his class.
Seria was watching it from the window of her own room.
Looking at each other’s bright faces, it seemed that they were quite close.
I was envious of being able to have a conversation like that.
He himself is happy to even talk, so he is careful, but that person seems to be fine with it.
“Hard”
There was a sound as the two organic masses rubbed against each other.
A baseless rage began to consume her inside.
In a place where envy and anger were mixed, the agenda of abandonment suddenly came up.
‘If you keep seeing me like this, I think the teacher will hate you. Maybe he’s tired of leaving?’
To be honest, I only think of Vice as a bit of a picky student.
She couldn’t understand her head, which started to go on its own.
The thoughts of my own that started from then continued until the next tutoring class.
She accepted that Weiss, who was curious about what the hell she was thinking, just didn’t want to be a tutor.
She asked the question, but it was as if the sentence for her execution had been dropped.
Only then did her mind face reality.
‘I didn’t want to see you like this, but you did it again. You seem to be getting tired of it, but maybe you’re really saying you’re going to quit?
I’m sorry, sir. I’ll focus. I was wrong and I won’t do it again. Please don’t get tired of it. Please. Please.
Will be thrown away the teacher is leaving Please don’t give up. Please don’t throw it away. Please don’t throw it away.
Please don’t throw it away. Please don’t throw it away. Please don’t throw it away. Please don’t throw it away. Please don’t throw it away…’
After all, some of the thoughts did not stay only as thoughts.
“Please don’t give up…Don’t…”
Like a prisoner on the execution ground, she was waiting for Weiss’s words, just as she was waiting for her execution.
“To tell you the truth, I don’t know much about Miss Seria’s situation or feelings.”
One step.
“But I’m not going to try to know the situation as if it were an interrogation.”
Two steps.
“But if Miss Seria doesn’t want to take her class, then I can’t help you either.”
Three steps.
“So I want you to be clear. Whether you want to continue or not.”
Four steps.
“…I will.”
Five steps.
“I will work hard. No matter how difficult it is or how many assignments there are, I will do my best.
I’ll try to understand. If you have a goal you want, I will achieve it no matter what… So…”
Six steps.
“Please don’t throw it away…”
Seven steps.
The verdict is over. Only execution remains.
“I’m not throwing it away. But I want to hear Miss Seria’s opinion.”
“Are you going to continue taking my classes?”
I wonder if this is how a death row prisoner feels when his execution is suspended right before his execution.
Her answer was fixed from the beginning.
“Yes”
