Elite Instructor at a Third-Rate Academy

8 – “I Also Want to Counsel★”

Colonel Barus arrived and immediately made changes to the existing defense line. The reason for the alteration was that it was not suitable for the new system.

“Everything has been brought forward.”

Although he usually spoke and acted thoughtlessly, Georg was very capable, to the point that one could not say he was a former author. Well, he was now part of the regional army led by war hero Rotelon and assigned to the most important operation.

“Now that the front line has been narrowed, we will concentrate the soldiers.”

Barus was preparing for battle. Considering the efforts to secure available troops, it seemed that he planned to attack the enemy’s fortress. Currently, the only items they possessed were the defensive weapon Aket’s Flame and the explosive material Yant’s Tears. Could they conduct a siege with just that?

“Surely, he won’t ask us to make catapults?”

If that happened, they would have to withdraw frontline infantry. Already busy digging trenches, those men could be vulnerable to a preemptive attack if they were conscripted to cut wood or crops. As he reached this thought, Georg concluded that he needed to persuade his younger superior.

“Sir, I have something to tell you!”

The sound of the map being folded echoed inside the barrack.

“Come in.”

It was a refined yet deep voice.

“Operation Staff Lieutenant, Georg Hanschell reporting.”

If appearance equated to ability, Georg was certain that he was a superior officer even to Princess Panetibo in terms of beauty. He had such overwhelming charm. Even if he did not join the military, he wondered why a woman who could live comfortably would come here.

“What’s the matter?”

As she sat down on the table, placing her buttocks on it, she looked beautiful. Her beauty was so dazzling that Georg blankly forgot what he wanted to say but then snapped back to his senses.

“I came to report that there may be enemy infiltrations.”

“What’s your evidence?”

– It’s similar to the colonel’s.

However, it was different. The more he spoke about it, the clearer it became.

“If it’s not too much trouble, can I explain while looking at the map?”

“No.”

It was because this was classified national information and could not be shared. He agreed. It may have been a justification, but would it be appropriate to have a conversation while imagining different terrains when they needed to discuss military strategy? Georg was engulfed in deep doubt, but he succumbed to silence under the weight of the royal family.

“First, let’s examine potential threats that may arise at each key point.”

“Okay.”

Georg explained the problems that could occur at various points and points to supplement. In response, Fanetti refuted each point one by one. It was a perfect rebuttal, and the captain silently conceded. Verbal victory over the princess was impossible. So.

─Ground forces.

“Well then, Lieutenant, please understand this one thing.”

Georg pleaded earnestly after losing the argument.

“When you hold the high-level meeting, could you convey the concerns expressed by frontline officers, including me?”

“Yes, it’s not a difficult task.”

A bright smile, but there was no warmth. Fanetti knew strategy but not the military. Seeing the princess, who once again scrutinized the documents, Georg felt as if the impending tragedy was clearly visible. There is no one as dangerous as commanders who do not know how to save a soldier’s life. The captain had no choice but to resort to political skills.

“The previous operations director used to do this at times like this.”

“Hmm?”

Fanetti crossed her legs. With a gaze mixed with displeasure and curiosity, she looked at herself. Georg, overcoming fear, continues to shake the bait. She must be a woman who admires someone who has already left here.

“We concentrated troops at some key points and deliberately provoked the enemy’s attacks.”

“Keniss oppa did that?”

“Yes, he deliberately engaged in combat to eliminate variables.”

“Why did he do that? I want to know more.”

Georg seemed somewhat disheartened. Ah, this place barely holds on with the specter of Rotelon and the will of Keniss.

[#08 – Interview]

Throughout the import, the loudest was Serrana Lafasardi. Without knowing anything, Keniss, who kept interfering, placed his hand on her forehead and ordered her to be quiet for at least 10 minutes.

“I hate it!”

“You can leave if you want.”

“Will you keep listening?”

It was annoying how she boasted she would somehow raise the issue.

“We’ll wrap up the general explanation about the Duke with this.”

Therefore, it seemed better to conclude the interview.

“Instead, I’ll give you one task.”

“Ugh!”

It was Serrana again. Unable to endure her loud voice any longer, he scolded her openly.

“What’s the use of being lazy about a stupid topic?”

She belonged to the category of humans that Keniss despised. If you’re incompetent, you should at least show that you’re making an effort. If you can’t even do that, there’s no reason to teach, as the possibility of becoming an elite is completely absent.

“Who are you calling stupid?”

Selnana abruptly stood up from her seat, clearly angry. She was quite tall. Not quite reaching 170cm, but for a woman, she had a significant height. As Kannis continued to stare without saying a word, she began to argue.

“Is it okay for a teacher to speak like that to a student?”

“It’s permissible to use informal language and even discipline with delinquent students.”

– Acting like kids, what’s the point of this?

“I’m not the stupid one here. The instructor is the one teaching the class like a beggar.”

“I did my best to teach.”

“I need to be able to understand, what good is it for me, a combat specialist, to know that kind of stuff?”

“Because you’re incompetent.”

“You?”

Selnana was slightly hurt by those words.

“It’s because of your incompetence that you don’t understand what I’m saying.”

“Incompetence?”

“I summarized the key points as concisely as possible. I stayed up all night preparing to help you understand the basic concepts of diplomacy within two hours, but your vocabulary and creativity are lacking. Admit that your problem was bigger than mine, and I will prepare for the next lesson even more easily.”

“Damn it, did you just call me incompetent?”

“I never said that.”

“But you said I’m incompetent.”

“I simply pointed out your attitude towards the class and your level of intelligence.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Selnana Lafisardi.”

“Listen, I didn’t even cause the water incident, but you’re mocking me and insulting me by calling me incompetent?”

Once again, Mercady stood up.

“Hey, you’re the only one throwing a fit here! Honestly, it’s true that you’re incompetent and now you’re making a scene because it hurts your ego?”

“Shut up, you bastard. Like a rat, you keep chattering and talking nonsense!!”

“Both of you, stop fighting.”

“The one who’s incompetent is not me, but the instructor who conducted the class! Dammit, what kind of diplomacy is this? As a combat specialist, learning that kind of stuff is useless to me. No matter how much I use my brain. If I take a hit in a training session, I’ll shut up and become a dumbfounded fool, you know? You all are much more competent than me. The instructor, that bastard, if ten years go by, he would have stepped on me like I’m nothing!”

“I have no interest in seeing your underwear.”

Kannis couldn’t understand why Selnana was so worked up over the word “incompetent.” He faced the reality. He believed that choosing those words was better than spewing foul language, and for a military academy, this level of verbal violence was considered moderate. Looking around, even Auchia seemed surprised.

“Selnana.”

“Apologize, who did I call incompetent?”

Dad never said anything like that,” Kenny realized from Celana’s comment.

“Are you going to call me Dad in front of everyone?”

“I won’t apologize.”

“Then I’ll go talk to the headmaster!”

Even as she smiled this time, Kenny noticed that this was Celana’s way of seeking revenge. Even if she complained to the headmaster, nothing would change. This is an Imperial delegation sent to Ireland. No one’s complaints would be accepted.

“Did you say the teacher’s lessons were inadequate?”

“They were a bit challenging!”

“Even for a top student like me, they were tough.”

Mercedes and Ochia also vouched for it. To make amends at this point, Kenny reluctantly seated Celana. Her expression, as she waved her hand for an apology, was sarcastic.

“Did you say the lessons don’t help in battle?”

“What kind of use would they be to me? I don’t need them.”

“So, you mean if there were elements that could be used in combat, it wouldn’t be an inadequate lesson?”

“Gross, it’s like a silk snake!”

“Answer the question.”

With a silent nod, Kenny showed his defiance to the end. He erased everything he had just written and lifted the chalk. He might exceed the allotted time, so he needed to seek forgiveness from the other students first.

“The current content is a customized lesson for Celana La Pisardi.”

Except for her, students were free to leave.

“Since Ochia’s counseling time may also be delayed, there’s no problem starting tomorrow if necessary.”

Despite conveying that he meant for them to leave, no one got up. Mercedes watched their squabble with amusement. The rest were all giving similar glances, so Kenny realized that this was some kind of test.

“Celana, the content from earlier can be useful in battle.”

“Ridiculous, what does arguing have to do with combat?”

“Tell me what you learn in the combat classes.”

It was a fairly standard training content that could be done in an academy.

“Did it say you had to hit a scarecrow’s head a hundred times?”

It was a style favored by instructors who had no interest in students.

“It’s much better than that, isn’t it?”

“If you say so, you’ll become an excellent lumberjack, not a fighter.”

“What?”

Phew, Mercedes laughed out loud.

“What’s the difference between what you do and a lumberjack’s job?”

“I’m holding a sword!”

“In terms of hitting a stationary target and aiming to improve strength, it’s the same.”

“What’s different?”

“Well, maybe the audience can wield a sword better than you.”

“What…what did you say?”

“I used a difficult word. Sorry, I underestimated your intelligence.”

“Damn it, what kind of nonsense is this!”

Kenneth asked again how hitting a scarecrow a hundred or a thousand times can be considered training.

“You’ll realize it as you do it!”

“Are you talking about joint pain?”

“After that, we’ll have a duel, won’t we?”

“If it’s a fight between similarly skilled people, then fine.”

“What’s the point?”

“If it’s a fight between people of similar ability, then it’s a fight between lumberjacks.”

“Oh, seriously!”

As Selnar expressed her desire to kill, Kenneth nodded as if he shared the same sentiment.

“Just practicing the basic movements doesn’t increase skills.”

“We’re going to have a duel?”

“If you don’t compete with opponents better than you, there’s almost no chance of improving your skill.”

To tell the truth, Selnar wore a very disdainful expression and insulted you.

“A sophisticated logical system also helps improve combat skills.”

Instead of persuading, Kenneth wrote down the step-by-step goals he had set for himself to improve his swordsmanship. Even though he didn’t know at what level Selnar was currently at or what stage she was pursuing, it was definitely included somewhere here. It was a very long writing. When everyone paid attention, the school bell rang. He looked at the students and dryly said,

“The lesson is over with this.”

Today’s consultation will be with Selnar, not Ochia.

“Who decided that?”

“If you don’t want to listen, then that’s how it’ll be.”

“I’m going to eat, do as you please!”

And then, without saying a word, he left. Thinking that he had done everything he was supposed to, Kenneth began to erase the contents he had written. Then, Merkhadi and Ochia stood up together and opposed.

“Instructor, you just said you would come back!”

“That’s right…if I erase it all, Selnar…we may never see each other again!”

He muttered curses so quietly that they were almost inaudible while scribbling notes on the parchment. Alone in the deserted classroom, Ochia sat at his desk, transcribing what was written on the blackboard. She, continuously twirling her bangs, murmured.

“I also… want to… have a consultation… with the teacher.”