Episode 107. Maybe I’m not a good fit for a teacher after all
A garbage student who turns his gaze away from Waden, who is silently glaring at him.
I tried to roll my head for an excuse, but even that was only covered up with a snort.
“…… Ha, in the yard where everything is going well, I throw a candle for no reason.”
Are the sarcastic remarks aimed at me?
But on the other hand, it was a voice that seemed cool inside.
As she watched her in silence, Garbage shrugged her shoulders and began to face Weyden.
“Yes, I threw the flower pot at her. It would have been better if it had just gone to the goal.”
“T-Prince Trish… ….”
“You guys are in the back. Because you guys just watched.”
Does he still take good care of his people?
As if to cool off, Garbage smiled triumphantly at her and began to cross her arms.
As if she thinks she can pass this situation without any responsibility……. No, I don’t think so.
This academy’s leadership team is thoroughly trained to abide by principles and principles, no matter who the opponent is or what they ask for.
Even if it is possible to cover up the case so that it is not recognized by the public’s eyes and ears according to the public’s perception, it is inevitable that a disciplinary committee will be convened as long as it has already been caught.
“If you turn yourself in now, you won’t be expelled, right?”
Still, that dignified attitude is something.
Could it be that she is not even aware of what she has done?
“Then punish if you want to punish. I’ll accept anything, whether it’s in the punishment building or suspension.”
“…… Can’t you understand the situation right now?”
“I understand. As much as I threw it with the intention of killing even the attempted ones, I will receive the maximum punishment other than expulsion.”
No, even if he is sentenced to expulsion, that child will not regret what he did.
If it’s just to cover up the sins, I won’t offer to accept the sins on behalf of the followers.
As a member of the royal family, taking such a risk even though you have many responsibilities must mean that you want to shoulder it yourself.
“By the way, senior. You don’t know why everyone who watched it shut their mouths in the first place, right?”
“… Everyone is quiet, so you did something?”
“It was only prohibited by the school rules, but everyone thought what I did was justified, so I didn’t press charges.”
The public supports them… ….
Yes, if you are a leader, that can also be an excuse.
That’s also because the students from the nobility and royal family, not the people, considered what they did right.
It is not an exaggeration to interpret that as an honor in itself.
That immature boy, like a revolutionary who was prepared to shed his blood to change the country, did something intoxicated with heroism under their support.
“Hey, it must be natural. It is none other than the bloodline of the person who insulted His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire who contributed to bringing about an era of peace. However, in the yard where there is no sign of going out on their own without notice, shouldn’t someone get their hands dirty?”
“…… He decided to take on that role himself. Is that your motive?”
“I am also aware that breaking the rules is wrong. I am prepared for whatever punishment I receive.”
Sir. A deep smile painted on his lips.
A proud emotion was drawn in the eyes staring at the head of the lead department who was making ferocious eyes in front of me.
She’s only tying herself up procedurally, as if she’s sure that he too will sympathize with her.
“Honestly, I am also grateful to the lead manager, right? In the yard where you have to abide by the school rules, when you look at the bloodline of the slayer running around in front of your eyes…….”
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Was it hard to bear to see such a condescending guy?
With Weyden pressing down on her true hair, he said, calling the vice-captain who was about to write down the situation.
“Prepare to convene a disciplinary committee soon. Even though on-site forgery is certain, be sure to write in the statement that you have to be generous because you surrendered.”
“…… Are you okay though?”
“Our role goes all the way to arresting problem students. Judgment beyond this should be left to others.”
Yes, no matter how disapproving it is, you have to follow the rules.
Even if the rules are amended later, punishment beyond the rules should not be imposed until that time comes.
If you just appeal to your emotions and make a decision, the order will be disrupted and everyone will end up talking only about their wishes.
In the end, if the voice is loud and inclined to sympathize with the story, everything in society will thoroughly run through profits, and at the end of it, all that will remain will be a messy fight to win the interests.
“There are many things I want to say, but let’s keep quiet for now. Garbage Trish, you will be waiting in the Punishment Building until the disciplinary committee convenes. Do you have any objection to that?”
“No. If what you want to achieve is against the system, it is natural to be prepared for punishment.”
So there is nothing wrong with Waden.
In the first place, it would be ridiculous for me, as an adult, to hold him accountable.
Yes, because I am an adult.
“I said garbage trish, right?”
But why me?
Are you ready to do something immature at this moment?
“… Teacher Seine?”
Wayden calls me as if he noticed something.
Sorry, however, I didn’t have enough room left in my heart to respond.
“Do you really think what you did was good?”
Just as much as possible.
I just look down at Garbage, who is still looking at me with a crooked eye, telling me how I feel while listening to the story.
“… I said something.”
Am I being ridiculous?
Garbage sneered, lifted her body up, and began to look up at me in an arrogant manner, almost poking me in the chin with the bridge of her high nose.
“Teacher, I won’t say anything about treating that child. The teacher, like her lead, she just did her job.”
Yes, I am only faithful to my duties as a health teacher.
We treat injured students, and no one makes exceptions for that process. Whether they committed a crime or not, whether they were commoners or nobles, there should be no distinction.
Performance of duties without exception. The only difference between Waden and me is whether he is a teacher or a student.
“But looking at it now, I see that you are trying to give me a lesson, but why are other teachers trying to make things bigger by interfering with things that I could just close my eyes on?”
In addition, this academy is in a state where teachers interfere with students’ work to a minimum.
In the yard where the disciplinary committee is already scheduled to be convened, no one will see it favorably if they call in a student who is not in charge and give them a personal admonition.
“Oh, of course I want to take responsibility for what I’ve done, but to come out like this when everyone else is silent… I don’t think it’s very nice for other people to see.”
Unless the student himself really feels guilty about what he has done and has the attitude to listen to discipline.
“Or do you really think I did something wrong? Even though you clearly know what kind of person she is, right?”
Yes, so the answer would be to coolly withdraw from here.
At least if you consider my position and follow the rules.
If you go further and pay attention to the public eye.
“Don’t be pretentious. It’s the same as hating that guy in the first place…….”
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But my hand was already slapping this child on the cheek.
With enough force to make the veins sprout on the back of your hand.
“…… Uh?”
Garbage grabs his cheek in tingling pain.
While everyone was surprised by that, he started looking up at me with a puzzled expression.
As if you didn’t expect this to happen…….
Yes, me too.
It wasn’t that he did it with his hands, it was the first time he hit a student because he couldn’t overcome his own emotions.
“What, what now. You hit me……. Eww!?”
“Garbage.”
I grabbed it by the collar and dragged it in front of me to eye level.
Did you notice the meaning of the cold gaze?
There was only the first resistance, but soon his actions stopped as if they were frozen in the air.
“Garbage Trish Student.”
It is a small body.
Compared to the high nose bridge, he is short and light…….
Yes, is this what being young is like?
Did I just wave my hand at this little immature child?
“The teacher understands why you did that.”
“Well then why… ….”
“Anyway, the Empire is finally catching the notorious slayer and hanging him on the gallows, but everyone will welcome it. And yet, if that daughter-in-law was openly attending school, she would be upset.”
That sympathy is never a lie.
I was also one of those who contemplated whether or not to kill Marquis Jugret.
He was competent only as a soldier, to the point that even I, who was involved in the task of saving people, felt such a conflict. He was the worst human being.
“Borrowing that consensus, I am going to ask you some questions, and I would like you to quietly answer them.”
But how am I supposed to accept that a child with whom I had no acquaintance reached out after only hearing rumors?
“Have you seen a dead body?”
“What, what… ….”
“Have you ever seen a human corpse with your own eyes… …. That’s what I asked.”
Probably not.
If you live in a poor place, there are quite a few people who die of starvation or disease, but if you are a member of the royal family, you will grow up seeing only good things, so such cases can be counted on one hand.
This child knows nothing.
What does it feel like to die?
“Well, why would you ask such a thing…”
“Then have you ever had blood on your hands?”
What does it feel like to do it with my own hands?
“Have you ever properly held a sharp-edged weapon in this hand, not for training?”
“What… ….”
“Did you stab someone with that weapon?”
“What are you talking about… ….”
“Have you ever heard someone stabbed like that scream next to me?”
I know it shouldn’t be like this.
“Have you ever heard the sound of blood oozing out of your voice when you tried to force yourself to scream even though your voice was hoarse from screaming?”
Someone’s experience to a child who doesn’t know anything.
I know it’s wrong to tell you about my experience.
“Have you ever heard what it sounds like when you writhe in pain, you hit all over the place, and you forcefully move your broken bones so that your joints crumble into powder?”
Nevertheless, the mouth continues to move.
The snout, which started to break through once, continues as if a dam burst.
“Do you know how insignificantly a person is crushed under a building that has collapsed so badly that even such a sound is drowned out? Have you ever smelled what it smells like when the fire burning on it burns raw flesh?”
“I don’t know that… ….”
“Of course, no one has ever starved so desperately that even the smell is fragrant.”
Flinch. Body to stop.
Just imagining it made me feel like I was overwhelmed, but ironically, I couldn’t even feel it.
“Then have you ever hid yourself in the corpse of a colleague with whom you were jokingly friendly until yesterday? Have you ever shut your mouth and nose shut to kill even the sound of your breathing?”
Ten years was enough time for that to happen.
No, in fact, it must have been less than a year since that happened.
“Have you ever imagined what it would feel like to ambush and decapitate an enemy general who was just passing by in order to somehow survive, then run towards the remaining enemies screaming madly, with your face wet with the blood flowing from that neck? There is?”
Maybe half a year, a week, a day…….
“Seeing the portraits on the pendants on the corpses trampled by those who ran away like that, I knew that he had a family…….”
Or the momentary time when the damage was close to annihilation in the first operation.
“When I saw such people spread all the way to the hills over the horizon, and further realized how much blood was shed on this land before us……. You wouldn’t even have known until now that there are people who have had such an experience.”
I realized that even those who I thought were just people to be killed ended up in the same situation.
They fight like they’re going to kill each other, and the dead are left without knowing their names…….
I realized that the miserable survivors, who could do nothing but stare up at the sky while standing on top of such a corpse, were what the world calls heroes.
I was that kind of guy.
That the damn marquis is that kind of guy.
“…… It doesn’t end.”
It was an era when such people only increased as time went on.
“No matter how much time passes, it never ends. Because it never ends, everyone becomes a son of a b*tch. You have to be more brutal, so your enemies will be terrified. You have to be more calm to be able to endure it.”
As if filling the vacancy of those who had already disappeared, the replacements had become such trash at some point.
“Nothing…… “
I hoped that such a thing would end in my generation.
Those who have already gone through it can’t help it, but those who haven’t gone through it yet.
“I didn’t want any of that to be passed on to you guys, but why… ….”
I hoped that the children would not know that such a thing even existed, even if the goddamn adults who had already gone through such an era would not know.
I hoped that an era would come when no matter how immature a child would be, he would no longer have to pour out his hatred on those he had no one to know…
“Teacher.”
Have you not seen me more swayed by such memories?
The leader of the lead department cautiously calls me.
When I noticed that his gaze was colored with bewilderment unlike before, it was only then that the figure of the boy holding the collar came into my eyes.
“Ah, ugh… ….”
A trembling face.
That’s not what I mean.
Because I just don’t know. I did the right thing, but why is the person in front of me staring down at me and uttering horrible noises like this?
Just by indirectly hearing a reality he had never experienced before, his heart was filled with confusion, and the resulting fear slowly began to approach him as a sense of guilt.
The moment you feel guilty even though the reason doesn’t make sense…….
Yes, this is usually the case with children exposed to the sadism of adults who simply force their experiences.
Just like me in my previous life.
“I understand your heart, but you are too excited. Calm down once…….”
“Sorry.”
I let go of the strength in my hands that were holding my collar, and quietly got out of the lead room.
I heard a voice calling me from behind, but I tried to ignore it.
Just walking down the hallway alone, looking down at the hand that stabbed the student.
“…Maybe I’m not a good fit for a teacher.”
I will not hit the student with this hand…….
I just realize that I broke the promise I made before becoming a teacher.
