The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man - 209 Episode 24

When I walked into the conference room next to the professor’s chamber, all the professors from the Institute of the Knights of Magic were assembled.

The professors split into each other’s factions on a large wooden table, glimpsing each other with their eyes as if they were looking at each other even with their parents’ revenge.

“Professor Syllabe!? Temee and the others! You haven’t even confirmed his suspicion yet!?

When the Professor of Combat Magic shouts out loud in his sight that I am being held, it just so happens that half the Professors curl my anger.

“Well, it looks like we’ve all gathered, and let’s begin this little fellow’s questioning for injustice.”

The gray-haired old man in armor stands just at the center of the conference room, ignoring the stormy voice of criticism.

And spread your arms,

“Syllabe Inés Navarro here wants his students to do wrong because he doesn’t stay in his professorship!

“” “How is injustice!?” ”

Several Professors of the Gate Nobility ask the Head of the Teacher instantly with a different tone.

……

Honestly, not a word. I mean, you guys are the actors in this troupe!

“Count Massie Moore! I want you to give me an overview of the case.”

When Massie Moore stood up with an ill-bottomed grin and met lightly,

“This kid was passing up some magic equipment to Mia Curros, who was anxious about her discipline exams. We are now submitting that feather pen.”

Place the feather pen on a circular table in the center of the U-shape.

“Count Massie, let me demonstrate.”

Mash respectfully places several blank sheets of paper on the table on the instruction of the head teacher.

When Mash moves his mouth somehow, the pen in his right hand starts to move fast.

Then, after writing for a while, Mash glances at it a few times with a pen feather and the letter disappears clean and refreshing.

(Wow, that’s amazing)

I was somewhat surprised by all this. No, open mouth may be blocked more precisely.

If you have the technology to make so much magic equipment, you can gain enormous wealth by simply patenting and developing new products, even if you don’t use it in such a crappy power struggle.

There is no future for an organization that no longer accurately understands the interests and values of its own faction. Maybe something called the Gateway Nobility is more terminal than I imagined.

“As you’ve seen. The lad there had given Mia Curros a feather pen with this feature and had filled in the answer. But the answer is blank because Mia Curros misoperated at the end or because this feather pen was misactivated. Mia Curros went into a state of confusion over that fact and hung up on the examiner. And it was Cliff Millard, who feared a series of irregularities would be discovered, who committed the assault on the examiner.

This is a summary of the case. ”

I proclaimed confidently.

“What a fool to impose wrongdoing on a student if he can’t write a passing answer!

“Absolutely. You must have used Daitang’s wealth to retrieve the magic equipment. The lesson of nobility is that boulders are children of inferior nobility.”

“I’m concerned about the lower nobility and merchant style because there are such students. Here, you should be jerking off by punishing them severely.”

“Exactly! He spit on the honorable Knights College tradition and pride. We should apply the National Abandonment Act and make it a capital offense for both our students!

Voices of dissatisfaction and malice gushing from all over the room one after another. I fully understood the extent of these guys.

The measures used are the most boring of the multiple possible ones. But the tools to implement the measure are at the highest level. They’re so unbalanced.

“So? Do you have proof of that?

I don’t even have to ask questions in a way.

“The presence of this feather pen seized from Mia Curros.”

“Hmm, but I don’t think that’s going to mean that I gave that feather pen, even if that proves the truth or what Mia used? First of all, I have not been informed of the common exam questions themselves.”

Now you say, “You abandon your own students while working wrongdoings! Professors of the Gatekeeper aristocracy who proclaim all they like,” or “Can’t even put it on the wind of a master”.

Of course, it’s about the inferior ones. This objection of mine should also be politely crushed.

“When I examined your desk in the presence of the executive branch, I discovered a form describing the common test questions for S and G classes and their answers. And all the contents of that answer are the same as those recorded in this feather pen. You can’t get away with this!

Can’t I get away with it? That’s exactly what I’m going to give you back.

“Heh, from inside my desk came a document with common S- and G-class exam questions and their answers, saying that they were all the same as those recorded on that feather pen?

“Exactly! Submit this document now”

Mash breaks his expression into distortions and squeals his fingers as if he had won.

One of the officials holding back behind me puts the paper on a table just in the center of the U-shape.

“This is the document. All our claims have been proven by both Professor Oscar and Professor Rebecca.”

Just sitting in the opposite seat, the two stand up and gently fold their hips.

“Rebecca! You!?”

A combat magic professor punches his right fist on the table and turns a strong glance to pierce Rebecca.

“I just fulfilled my duties as Executive Director.”

Rebecca did not look or look at her colleagues, but declared them just that with no expression.

“Professor Oscar, Professor Rebecca, was Count Mashew’s claim that there was an answer sheet in the lad’s locker true?

When two people nod silently at the head teacher’s question, the scene is as noisy as a bean could have been played. Doubt began to rise even from the old professors who were on my side. Mashew and head teacher looking at the figure satisfactorily.

Funny. That’s hilarious.

“Everyone, listen! Plus here’s a newly discovered fact! Oh, my God, this S and G class common exam question is made by a bunch of Sagami Chamber of Commerce instructors run by the kid! I mean, you should think that the kid and the Sagami Chamber of Commerce instructors were communicating their will and creating problems. I mean, everything the kid’s saying is false!

Again, indoors to the headteacher’s accusations. Professors of the Gatekeeper aristocracy say, “Kakan,” “Injustice!,” “coward!,” “You liars!” and so forth.

“Dastardly or nothing, the exam questions were originally made by the professor in charge. Assuming you’re right, I don’t think I can blame you for grasping the problem.”

to my fed up ex-girlfriend and childless words,

“Hmm! Did you hear that! You guys, at last, it looks like you admitted it!!”

Soami, the head teacher asks the surroundings for consent in a tone that plays well. Increasingly, the professors of the growing gatekeeper aristocracy.

Indeed, it is expressly forbidden to teach students the exam questions themselves, and it is extremely out of the question, such as giving students magic tools to write automatically.

But it was originally made by the professor responsible for the exam questions themselves. Some of the people who are cursing me now will dare to lower the difficulty of the question or teach the part of the exam that will be asked in class somewhat. It is not in itself unjust or illegal for me to grasp the exam questions or to be involved in their creation.

“There is a form on such a lad’s desk that describes the common problems of S and G classes and their answers, and even the presence of Mia Curros’ leftover feather pen. No longer do we have to discuss authenticity, the kid is black!

One word after another of approval rises for the prestigious words of the head teacher.

“Sieg, you will take the responsibility of welcoming a student to such faith as an adjunct lecturer!?”

Mash arms up and talks to Sieg, who is silent.

“Be my guest.”

Sieg puts his arms together and throws them away in a bluff.

“Then from the class of s -”

“Oh, Mash, Noh is in a bad mood right now. If you want to do that bucket thing and don patch it up, do it. Non doesn’t like self-destruction. He’s not going to have any more conversations with these people. So shut up for a second!

Awesome in the exact shape of a ghost by Zeke, Mash pulls his cheeks apart.

Sieg guy, you’re pretty tight. I can’t even play the service as a villain. I can’t get this far into anger with all these little things.

Perhaps, by decision, that final. I placed a minimum of trust in Secretary Holce and Caesar and Silfi as Sieg. It’s an uncontrollable urge to be lightly spit on by that trust. For the time being, his mood will continue to fly at low altitudes.

Anyway, now I don’t care about Sieg’s mood or anything. Let’s get this farce over with.

“Isn’t it about time? I’m a little tired of hanging out with the idiots. Let’s get this over with.”

……

When Oscar and Rebecca nod gently at my suggestion, they stand up and bring the wooden board to the front of the U-shaped table.

“This was created by a magic device that was recently developed in collaboration with a chamber of commerce using life magic. Evidence over theory. Check it out.”

Oscar takes the paper out of his nostalgia and sticks it on a wooden board in the front. Together, they gazed at the paper stuck out on the board.

After scrutiny of more than a dozen images stretched out on the board, half the professors were trembling in anger as they tided their faces as red ghosts.

The other half of the Gatekeeper aristocratic professors are asking how the head teacher and mash are doing, even as they become confused or pale in face.

It was the photo that was stuck out. It is a camera recently developed by our Sagami Chamber of Commerce and is already out in the city of Raddle. Oscar’s life magic made the camera compact, and it’s a substitute for improved soundproofing.

We came to the conclusion that we needed something like a surveillance camera to prevent suspicions and fraud, and we had recently developed it with Oscar.

“This is all bullshit!!”

Mash, a mushroom-haired professor who has denied the authenticity of the picture per depressing shape since just now.

I can’t help it. There were dozens of images.

The first is an image of the examiner Cliff beat up passing something like a ring to Mashew.

The second is an image of Mash’s men wearing rings and appearing on blank parchment paper with letters.

The third is an image of a mash grabbing the paper and looking at it with his face. That form contains answers to the common test questions for classes S and G and Mia’s answers.

The fourth is how Mashew receives a feather pen from a dubious man who even wants to cover his face with a black cloth on his black robe and hide it.

The fifth is an image of Mash passing a key to a man’s men.

The sixth is an image of Mash’s man’s men sneaking into my professor’s private room while worrying about his surroundings, and an image of him walking away with exam questions inside my desk.

Each and every one of them makes no sense, but if you consider everything in general, it’s clear that Mash put them in my desk locker by ordering my men to show them back on the paper after erasing the letters on Mia’s answer sheet due to the magic of the ring. I mean, I can’t do anything else to see it.

“I’ve never even heard of magic equipment that cuts people out and shows them on paper! It’s such a trap trying to fit me in!!”

You know, the effect of copying and pasting the letters of your rings and the effect of the automated feather pen is cheesy. I still can’t analyze that principle.

“No, I’ve heard in Ladle that magic implements have already been developed that reflect objects, people’s appearances and scenery on paper”

Young man with golden hair all-back – when Lennox LaFlaris put his hand on his chin and denied Mash’s words,

“Right. I’ve also just recently been shown a piece of paper by a Madame I know that mimics Raddle’s special appearance. Whatever’s going on in Ladle these days, let’s do it.”

Professors of the Gateway aristocracy next door to Lennox express such simple thoughts.

Some of the professors of the Gatekeeper aristocracy watched constantly without mixing in with the conversation. Like Oscar, the fence of the Confederation of Descent Nobles forced him to be promoted to this professor.

“Are you going to have their shoulders!?”

Even if one of the nobles of the Gateway nobility yells and scatters the Lennox,

“In the first place, I’m a professor at this college. Nothing more or less. I’m not going to hold anyone’s shoulder. Besides, I just said the truth. Why, because it’s a problem?

“Lennox, you!

Mash pointing angry shapes at Lennox. (i) Indoor noisy with delayed breathing.

Most of the Professors of the Gate Nobility had cursed Lennox to doubt his sanity, but something slightly irrelevant and silent began to appear.

“Anyway, the magic equipment that involves the kid’s territory is incredible!

While the head teacher dyes his face uncomfortably, he throws up a predetermined dialogue.

“Professor Oscar, who was honored by His Majesty the Emperor, is also involved in the creation of this magic fixture. I think it takes quite a specific reason to be false?

The head teacher points his sharp gaze at Lennox as if he saw even in his parents’ revenge,

“How did you capture the footage, even if you gave up a hundred steps and had such magic equipment?!? If you took it from such a close place, you would normally notice it!!”

The head teacher may also wish to say something on this point. Anyway, modern science is a field of common sense, such as remotely operated cameras, but you wouldn’t even think about it in this other world. This time, however, we are not granting such functionality to the camera. The reason for this is not technical, but more fundamental and direct.

“He took it.”

With his fingers patting, one man appears neglected as he moans the trademark’s whiskers.

I saw the armband that was being exchanged on its right arm,

“Kee, are you from the investigation department?”

Dean Liot rises to his seat with momentum and raises a bare voice.

“Yes. Anyway, I wanted to keep up with the story of reliability, and I also asked the Secretary of the Interior, who is visiting this college, to help me. Of course, Your Majesty is delighted to endorse this plan.”

“No way……”

Mash’s face stains with despair.

In short, this case was over a long time ago.

Immediately after that incident, I order the spy to make contact with the Secretary of the Interior and the Emperor Georg, and I will have this plan with me.

Apparently, the Secretary of the Interior had originally stepped on this occasion that something was going to go wrong at this college, and was in the process of bringing in his trusted men. And he lent his man Baron Hakrow as an executive officer to quickly end the farce.

Meanwhile, for convenience, the examiner Cliff beat had been questioned by the Deans of the College and the Executive Branch, and contact with Mash would follow, leaving enough room to work out a plan for this one.

Secretly eavesdropping on Mash’s conversation with the examiner in question by Baron Hakrow, who I provided with a hidden magic guide and no longer recognized as having fulfilled that contract. Ask them to take pictures as evidence.

Present to Rebecca, who is also one of the Oscar and Executive Directors, the photographs taken with Baron Hakrow during the break before the individual practice exams are over and the team battle for the afternoon’s practical skills begins and ask for help.

The two of them promised to cooperate in two replies, but it seems that Oscar in particular was so overwhelmed by the misuse of the life magic of majoring that he made various conveniences among us.

From then on, Baron Hakrow tailed the executive man while disappearing due to the magic of the hidden system as well, and put the scene of the crime in a photograph.

“Count Massie Moore, I hold you for falsification of official documents and false accusations.”

When Baron Hakrow slaps his hands a few times, the door opens in momentum and the guards come into an avalanche.

“Ma, wait!

Escaping the restraint of those in fierce armor, Mashew storms with a screaming voice,

“With these ears I heard exactly what your Gesui plan was. I’ll listen to that excuse slowly later.

However, His Majesty the Emperor, the Secretary of the Interior, who was directly involved in this matter, as well as His Majesty the Emperor, who was aware of the circumstances, is in great anger. I don’t think you’ll be safe. ”

Denied even by the Emperor of the Spiritual Pillar, Mash finally collapses and becomes irresistible.

taken out so that Mash could be drawn out of the room,

“Now I’d like to give you an overview of the case.”

Baron Hakrow began to speak the closing words of this case.