The first class went smoothly.
After class, Renee came back out into the hallway and spoke softly to Vera, with a face filled with trouble.
“professor… Were you nervous?”
It was a story about the professor who was teaching the previous class.
A middle-aged professor who taught [Introduction to Advanced Techniques]. Vera responded with a small nod to his words, as he felt a trembling so blatantly in his voice as he was giving a lecture.
“… Yes.”
A sigh escaped Renee’s mouth.
“I’m sorry for nothing.”
I was worried that it might have interfered with my class.
Isn’t it? From the beginning, such a person would not have taught as a professor. In addition, did you not feel the rustling of words while continuing to explain?
A little thought leads to the conclusion that the professor may not have been able to lecture as usual because he and Vera were noticing.
Vera looked at René as he looked upset, and answered as if nothing had mattered.
“You don’t have to worry too much about it. We didn’t ask the professor any difficult questions. It is ridiculous that the person who was taught in the first place is embarrassed by the status of a teaching student.”
“Um, yes.”
A smirk escaped Renee’s lips. Vera’s words of comfort seem too aggressive. Because that thought came to mind.
Renee dispelled the troubles that had arisen with a smile, and then threw another topic at Vera.
“Well, how was Vera? Was the class okay?”
Again, a word related to the previous lecture.
“It wasn’t bad.”
There’s nothing bad about Vera’s voice as he answers. Renee made a bright face at that and continued talking.
“Is that right? Actually, I’m a little curious too. Because I didn’t know that such a theory would fit into the recipe I used.”
It was a word that could raise such a question as to how they did not know the magic theory, but for Renee, this was natural.
“If you just want to do it, everything is made, so I didn’t think to ask about it. I need to reflect on this.”
Drinks are made only when you want them. Because weaving a recipe for you is like operating a machine that has already been made. Because the result is produced without even being conscious of the principle.
So I didn’t even think of trying to figure out the mechanism.
Vera nodded his head slightly as Renee spoke with an excited look on his face and responded.
“Certainly, the saint may have felt that way.”
“Isn’t it Vera?”
“I didn’t feel new because I already knew everything.”
“ah.”
A brief look of surprise appeared on Renee’s face. Then a playful smile came to mind.
“Vera is a brat.”
“… I was telling the truth.”
“You’re not pretending, you’re really handsome, aren’t you?”
“I will not deny it.”
It was a very blatant statement, but Vera didn’t care.
Because it was true.
Although there is a problem with humanity, if we take other criteria, whether it be physical or mental ability, he has a talent that cannot be compared with anyone else.
And have you been training it with all your might?
Shaking humility on such a subject is in itself deceiving, and it is right to be proud of it rather than be humble, at least Vera thought so.
While Vera was thinking about it, Renee continued.
“It’s impossible to date someone who’s so handsome.”
“… Lady.”
“It’s not tempting. I’m just saying.”
Annoyance appeared on Vera’s face. Renee giggled at Vera’s hand, which was getting a little stronger, and continued.
“You have to work hard.”
“… I will not.”
“See how long you can hold out.”
“Today is… .”
“Who said you were doing it today? Why are you stabbed alone? Or are you looking forward to it?”
Vera shut his mouth.
The more I talk, the more I feel like I’m falling into a pit, the more I lose, the more I think that it’s better to just remain silent.
*
The [Advanced Swordsmanship Introduction] that followed, also flowed in a similar fashion to the previous class.
If I had to pick another thing, the only thing that the professor noticed this time was that there was only one Vera.
It wasn’t even incomprehensible. Vera is not a paladin who has reached the point where he has won the battle against the master of mato. At this point in time when the incident has already been known all over the continent, there is no way that professors or more are unaware of it.
… I mean, you can think of it that way and pass it on.
“Vera, that was bad.”
Renee took a deep breath as she walked down the hallway and spoke to Vera.
“Yes?”
“If you ask so many questions, the professor will be in trouble.”
None other than Vera’s question, because that was the problem.
Vera’s bombardment of questions that began shortly after the lecture began. Renee, who clearly remembers the professor answering in a weeping voice, continued those words with a tired face.
“You know Vera? The professor spent half of his lecture time answering Vera’s questions.”
“… Did you spend that much time?”
“I’m sorry for everything. But why does Vera ask so many questions when he says he is confident in his swordsmanship?”
“Because I don’t know much about theory.”
Vera replied with a smirk.
“I tend to wield it with my persimmons, so while listening, I got curious and asked a question. I will go to the professor and apologize later.”
“Then I think you’ll hate it even more.”
kick kick. Renee smiled and answered as she continued her thoughts.
‘You work very hard.’
Contrary to the reluctance I had seen the day before, I thought that it was funny why I was taking the lecture with so much enthusiasm when I entered the lecture.
Then that thought came to mind.
‘… Have you ever heard of a cockfight or a snowball fight?’
Did he have such a passionate attitude when he heard them? Rene suddenly felt a sense of regret at the question that came to mind.
Vera, who is devoted to cockfighting with all his heart and soul, also regretted that he thought it would be cute, and that he rejected them for nothing.
‘Well… Well, there will be a chance next time.’
If you have a chance later, let’s go listen to it too. With that thought in mind, Renee moved as she entered the lecture room where the next lecture, [The History of the Gods] was held, and tilted her head.
“Is there a lot of people? They are very popular.”
“… Yes. It’s full.”
Vera narrowed his eyes and looked around the classroom. About 100 seats were filled with people.
“It seems to be a popular subject.”
“Vera had eyes to see.”
“I will listen to it as a compliment.”
Vera, annoyed by the fact that he had to sit with the other students inside, led Renee to a corner seat, and the students nearby stiffened in surprise.
Renee, feeling a little upset by the signs, quickly settled her emotions and greeted her with a smile.
I was already aware that it might be difficult, so I decided that it would be right to approach it first rather than be discouraged by it.
“hello?”
Let’s greet Renee with the utmost kindness that he can.
“Suck… !”
And the male student in the front seat, shaking his body, quickly answered.
“Ah, hello. Lady. God bless you.”
Afterwards, other students nearby also greeted them.
A smile grew on Renee’s lips at the fresh formalities that seemed to be doing what he had just learned.
It was a joy to remember because it was Renee, who had little experience to talk with people of her age, and who had little chance to feel this freshness.
“Is this a popular lecture?”
and asked a question. It was not meant to specifically designate someone. These words were just thrown out because I wanted to share more stories with my peers.
To that, the male student who was greeted for the first time just before was the answer.
“Yes, yes… It’s Professor Miller’s lecture… !”
Renee and Vera stiffened.
“… yes?”
Renee answered the question in a dazed voice.
Why does the name come from here? What the hell did I hear now? Because such a question arose.
However, Levin, a male student in the front seat who does not know his innermost feelings, added an explanation, recalling the thought that his explanation was not suitable for outsiders.
“Oh, Professor Miller is one of the most famous professors in our academy! Also, the lectures are short and the grades are generous, so it’s always popular like this!”
The two had to think about whether their ears had become strange.
“The lecture… Is it short?”
“I think there are two professors by the name of Miller.”
“Oh, I see!”
Awkward conversation that would have been right as a scene from a play.
Seeing this, Levin tilted his head and continued.
“Professor Miller is one. You hold the position of senior professor in the School of Shamanism.”
Renee’s eyes narrowed.
I thought I’d never see him again, but I was drawn to the thought that I might have to suffer again from that human chatter.
Vera, too, realized that the subject he had chosen was bad, and he recalled his somber expression.
Vera glanced at Renee for no reason, opened his mouth and uttered words that sounded like excuses.
“Why does the professor of witchcraft teach history… .”
“I heard that you are wasting your lecture time! Because he is passionate about personal research, he says he teaches mainly about liberal arts with a wide schedule… .”
Vera’s expression darkened at Levin’s answer.
“… Your qualifications as an educator are questionable.”
Levin trembled at Vera’s somewhat drastic sound, and with an awkward smile on his face, without knowing why, he defended Miller. For some reason, I thought it had to be.
“Well, first of all, the professors at the academy are basically scholars, so I think it can be said that they are eager to learn… .”
Words that you say while looking into your eyes. Vera, realizing that he was getting nervous in front of the person he had been flirting with, shut his mouth, and Renee tapped the back of Vera’s hand to offer consolation.
“Uh, um… It’ll be fine. The lecture time is fixed, and the class is also short.”
“… There is no face.”
“It could be.”
There was an awkward atmosphere.
Please don’t worry about long chatter, just keep the point short.
A thought was running through both of them at the same time.
*
Fortunately, there was nothing to be concerned about.
Miller made an unmotivated face to the point where they wondered if it was the same person they had seen the other day, and recites content that even a three-year-old child would understand without sincerity.
[Yes, so they all perished and now only the fairies remain.]
“It’s very rough teaching.”
Renee whispered softly in a voice that was half astonished and half-joyed, and Vera responded with the same tone.
“Yeah, luckily it won’t interfere with other schedules.”
A breath of relief escaped from his mouth.
Although he was whispering without concentrating, Miller’s gaze was blankly directed towards the air. It is clear that he is thinking differently.
Vera asked Renee, reminding him that Miller probably didn’t even know he and Renee were here.
“What would you like to eat afterwards?”
“I heard there is a student cafeteria, would you like to go?”
“I will tell Hela to make dinner separately.”
“thanks.”
Shortly after, there was talk about the schedule, and immediately after that, Miller added a blank expression announcing the end of the lecture.
[Then today’s lecture will end here.]
I can go now.
With that thought in mind, Vera was getting ready to leave the classroom.
[Ah, this is a task. Form a group of three and prepare a presentation related to the new generation. The subject is freedom.]
Miller added something he couldn’t possibly ignore.
[The period is until the next class. Well then.]
Druck-.
As Miller left the classroom, discontent erupted from the mouths of the remaining students. Renee also frowned and asked Vera.
“Vera.”
“… Yes.”
“Should we do it too?”
“… .”
In the silence that followed, a sigh escaped Renee’s mouth.