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Academy classes come and go depending on the times. At the beginning of each semester, classes are organized at the dean’s discretion. The long-standing traditions of the Knights Club, Magic Department, and Humanities Department were classes that were maintained for hundreds of years, but Blacksmith and Magic Stoneworking were classes that gradually disappeared as times changed.
Students can choose the classes they want to take as their independent major. However, most students do not change classes until they graduate from the first class they took. Most major classes are held from morning until 15:00, and minor classes are held for three hours from 16:00. The minor class, which only lasts three hours, is a class that has not been promoted to a full class because it is close to a hobby level or has no results yet. Even though it is not a required course, credits for the minor class are required to graduate, so most Musenion students are also taking the minor class.
Musenion’s system was quite cold. Close to elitism. You are free to change your major, but if you do not get good grades, you will receive a warning, and if the warnings accumulate, you will be expelled. Therefore, students did not change classes carelessly if they were not confident that they could follow the class.
The ‘English Mathematics’ class was organized as a minor class. Even though it is a minor, it has become the department that attracts the most attention at Musenion thanks to the dean’s announcement during the vacation period that a new math class would be established.
I heard that there were over 100 applications for the newly established minor class. Of course, this is a superior figure. That’s how much people’s interest in spiritual practitioners was high. Spiritualists became widely known 40 years ago with the appearance of Rivera, the Knight of the Lake. Before that, the concept of spirit beasts existed, but they were mostly recognized as a lower level of magic. However, the heroic performance of the Knight of the Lake changed the perception of spiritualists. Nowadays, it has become a common belief that a great spiritualist of the level of my father is more powerful than a great mage or a warrior who has reached master level.
Strong power that surpasses the Master.
However, nothing in detail is known.
This is because it was fundamentally not a ‘teachable’ discipline.
Learn martial arts or learn magic.
Everyone needs help from a helper.
However, no matter how hard a spiritualist tries, he cannot become a spiritualist if he cannot see the spiritual spirit.
Moreover, even if he could see the spirit beast, he had no choice but to gain strength by interacting with the spirit beast himself.
This is because most of the spiritualists, which are extremely rare compared to wizards and warriors, were ‘Assa’. In fact, Kazu Weah was located in Kalbain Village, and it would have been difficult for other spiritualists to find him if it were not for his father’s pseudonym.
Because it was the first class to train spiritual practitioners, it received a lot of attention.
“You look handsome.”
But I had no idea.
Indeed, since it was a Musenion, a private dormitory was provided.
Before my first class, I looked in the mirror and adjusted my clothes.
He looked like he was in his early 30s, but he was still handsome.
“Well, it will work out somehow.”
I am not a spiritualist.
The professor in this class is not me.
Daa?
I smiled at Dalby.
The professor at Musenion Mathematical Sciences is Dalby.
Ha, the spirit of spirit teaches, and even if 1+1 is a window, that is the correct answer. cancer.
* * *
The classroom for the Spiritual Science class was originally assigned to a remote location on the island that was used as a laboratory for magic stone engineering. Academy classes are divided into sections, and Magic Stone Engineering was located in the most remote location on the island due to theft. It looked like it had been cleaned, but the building itself was old and worn, so the hallways were creaky.
I stood in the classroom auditorium and waited for students to fill the empty classroom. I felt very strange. Even if the Earth had not been destroyed in my past life, I would have enjoyed campus life. I can’t believe I started my college life in a completely different place, and as a professor.
When the time came, students came rushing in. I gave a warm smile as I watched the students bowing their heads and saying hello. Most of them are friends I can’t see. The classroom was filled with students. There were 71 freshmen. I looked around at the guys and raised my middle finger. Among the students who didn’t know what I was doing, I saw some people imitating me. I expected it, but it was still the same. Most students applied out of curiosity. First of all, in order to infiltrate Bowa Kongku, you have to accumulate ‘performance’, so they are the ones who don’t need the psychic class at all.
As I looked around, my eyes caught the eye of a few students.
Daa!
There was also a real one.
Dalby wags his short tail and welcomes his new friend.
But they watch me and hide in the arms of the magician.
The young magicians seemed a little embarrassed. Yeongsu is scared. This must be my first reaction.
I put on the microphone, a teacher’s essential item, and relaxed my neck.
“iced coffee-”
My voice echoed in the large lecture hall. 71 people’s eyes are fixed on me. I feel a little excited. Was I a follower? Seeing the students’ eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity made me feel like I was really a professor. I asked the students a question in a somewhat solemn manner.
“Nice to meet you. Dear students. Before introducing ourselves, what do you think of spiritual practitioners?”
This is a common conversation.
First of all, before teaching, ask implicitly to find out interest in the subject.
But my purpose was not to interest the students.
Since 71 people gathered, there were also friends who came out. A young boy dressed in cute clothes raised his hand and she began to speak in small terms, ‘The Life of Raivera, Knight of the Lake’. The guy seemed to truly envy his father. But there’s no way he could be a magician.
Another naked friend raised his hand and said: He was a student with orange hair and stubborn eyes.
“Duke Reinberg is great, but I know that his descendant, Prince Polstar, is also a powerful spiritualist. Polestar, Pillar of Dawn, Confucius has shown the spirit of a hero by defeating numerous demons even at a young age… … .”
I listened to the story with a happy smile. Unfortunately, that girl can’t see Youngsu, but who cares? Should I let at least one person pass?
The orange-haired student cleverly tried to win my points by praising the spiritualist. It was a success. As I was listening with a genuine smile, a random boy suddenly interrupted the orange-haired girl.
“I heard Polestar Confucius is our age? Doesn’t that make sense? “It must be a made-up story!”
It was a boy with waxed hair. Perhaps he was a popular kid, but there were some gangsters who contradicted what he said. Basically, Musenion is laissez-faire and aims for free discussion among students. So when I asked the spiritualist what he thought, I guess the kids were told to discuss it among themselves.
I quietly watched the children’s conversation. A student who envies being a spiritualist and a student who disparages him by saying it’s just a rumor. They are divided into two categories and have heated discussions with each other. A boy with orange hair and waxed hair becomes the representative, and soon they are fighting over whether Polestar Confucius’ feat is true or false.
It has its own logic added.
Polestar Confucius’ feat is true because there are many witnesses who can prove it.
no. They are all people who have surrendered to the authority of the Duke of Reinberg. He may be a great person, but he is not as good as the rumors say.
hmm.
Indeed, is this Musenion’s educational policy?
But I.
I am from Korea.
“Haha, just shut up.”
“In fact, the nobles of the Kunkan Empire all call Prince Polstar the Pillar of Dawn… … .”
“It’s frustrating! Hey, what do you think it would have been like if Prince Polestar had been a commoner? Everyone is famous… … .”
“I told you to shut up.”
“… yes?”
I said to the waxing boy.
“I’m saying don’t fool around.”
The atmosphere suddenly became cold.
The students’ facial expressions are a sight to behold. There may be many authoritative professors, but there are no cheap professors.
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I felt a little proud of the embarrassed expressions on the students’ faces.
“Big, whatever.”
The sooner you thin out, the better.
“Dalbi.”
Dalbi is a divine beast that even a spiritualist cannot see.
But he showed himself at my request.
Of course, it is invisible to the eyes of ordinary people.
Daa!
Dalby shouted loudly and waved his small hoof, gesturing for him to follow.
Then, hesitantly, only six students stood up from their seats among the 71 students. The guys stood at the back of the classroom, following their leader without even knowing what was going on. Other students look at me with questioning faces, wondering why they are doing that. I wrinkled my eyebrows and scratched my cheek.
Even if it’s a minor class.
There is too little.
If you think about it, is six people a lot?
There are nearly 1,000 students on Musenion Island.
Six of them.
There were only six spiritual practitioners.
“Okay then!”
I put strength into my voice.
“I don’t need liars in my lectures.”
In addition to selecting demons, there are additional objectives.
Is a spiritualist truly capable of teaching?
“Everyone is leaving the room except for the six students behind.”
“yes? That means… … .”
“You’re eliminated.”
The orange-haired girl protested.
“You can’t do that! I even turned down the herbology professor’s offer to take spiritual science! Why? Why do I never miss a perfect grade? … .”
“If it doesn’t cover the basics of English math, what are you telling me to teach? “Get out quickly.”
“this person… … ! It seems like he doesn’t know much because he’s a new professor! I am the sponsor of this school… … .”
“get out.”
“Ah, professor. please. “If you mess up your minor, your whole semester will be ruined.”
When one person protested, they got up and started questioning me.
A good professor will persuade you with the right words or suggest a compromise.
I also answered in a soft voice.
“Go out while you have good things to say.”
And then he added it in a whisper.
The only people I heard were the students in the front seats, including the orange-haired one nearby.
“… “If you don’t want to be left behind.”
I am not a professor.
I repeat:
The professor in this classroom is Dalby.
It’s clearing, it’s clearing!
Dalby lost his temper and demanded that he leave quickly.
* * *
Six students sitting awkwardly apart from each other in a large classroom.
I sat down on a chair and slowly looked through their records.
Three knight cadets.
Are you a substitute trainee at the Royal Military Academy and an aspiring soldier?
I heard that Musenion trains military academy cadets on their behalf until the third year.
Medical department? Are you a therapist applicant? Youngsoo and therapist are a good combination.
The students sat quietly and watched me, as if they were confused about the current situation. Likewise, their leader was watching me, but his butt was shaking probably because Dalbi was in front of him. First of all, as expected from a spiritual studies class, only spiritualists gathered. But I was at a loss as to what to do now. I asked the professor a question.
“Dalbi. “What should we do first?”
Daa!
Dalby jumped up and climbed onto the platform.
And he shouted with a rather solemn expression.
Daa, daa!
At that moment, six students ran out and gathered in front of Dalbi.
“Ugh.”
“Ah, soft.”
“to?”
The students were very embarrassed by what they were seeing for the first time. Dalbi gathered the spiritual leaders together and began his passionate lecture. Every time Dalbi finished speaking, the spirit beasts trembled or raised their tails. I don’t know what they say, but something… It looks like they are having a conversation that fits the topic. The students took turns looking at me and Yeongsu with dumbfounded expressions. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t explain it either.
Grumble-
In a classroom where only people are awkward.
As soon as the sound of the door opening was heard, all eyes were focused.
“oh.”
The person who opened the door was a blonde girl with a Byella strapped to her back.
“sorry.”
As I bent down, Bayella fell down.
The ‘guy’ instead picked up Byella and brought it to the girl.
“I’m late because of competition preparations! I told you in advance, but… that… “Is class over?”
I answered indifferently to the guy who was fidgeting as he looked around the empty classroom.
“Come and sit down.”
“Ah yes!”
The last student was Lily from the music department.
fantasy,
