Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Ivan was generally a deep and warm person, but when it came to self-objectification, he was extremely pragmatic.

So he knows hes not a good teacher. He can never teach a disciple like Enrique.

Kill me!!

Dont say that. Youre not going to die.

This monster!! Im canceling my enrollment!!

Felix von Eswil, second son of Count Thieles Eswil, residing at 21, 3rd Avenue, 3rd District. Has three maids, one butler, one servant, two horses, and sends a letter home once a week, but the recipient is a common girl in the Counts domain, Irina. Is that correct?

Eek?!

Theres no early dismissal in my class. So focus.

Ivan is someone who has directly experienced the advanced educational curriculum of the 21st century. And in the 21st century, South Korea is an advanced country that implements modern standard education.

Enriques method is closer to an apprentice system. One-on-one teaching, pouring all the knowledge one knows into the chosen disciple with all sincerity.

But standard education is different. The quality of the student doesnt matter. Its aim is to raise the average level of all students through an adequate level of education.

South Korea operates a social security system called compulsory education. It means providing equal educational opportunities to students regardless of their will and circumstances.

He has already sent enough warnings through orientation. He was an unimaginably kind prelude, considering the execution of the eradication unit does not involve preludes.

So students who take his class have signed up to bear all the risks that may arise in the class. It was an excellent attitude towards learning.

Ivan decided to become a teacher who provides educational opportunities for passionate students and those who want to learn. Since he already memorized all the personal information of the students, it wasnt a difficult task.

Since humans are animals with rich imagination, they often mistake trivial truths as threats.

From Jean-Jacques Rousseau to Pestalozzi, the shining educational philosophy of the 21st century will illuminate this primitive pre-modern society.

Ahhh!! My arm, my armm!!

Shh, screaming wont help you survive. Remember the [Anatomy and Mana] class and deal with it. If the nerve in your arm is severed, remember the emergency treatment method and reconnect the nerve.

Gaaah!!

Your nerve hasnt been severed. Its just paralyzed, and the pain you feel is nothing more than an illusion. Focus, slowly.

Ivans teaching method has already been validated many times. Mostly when educating new soldiers on the battlefield.

Seeking to equalize performance regardless of individual talent, the spirit of compulsory education is not much different from military training when viewed from a slightly different perspective.

At least in that field, he is superior to Enrique. No, he boasts that he is not inferior to anyone in this world. He is someone who is so adept at self-objectification.

Grrrr.

Its broken. Patricia. Im counting on you.

I cant really open my eyes and see. I didnt take on the role of the department head of theology to see this. Wasnt it Brothers request? I have no reason to do this! Do I look like a health teacher?!

You look like a saint.

!!

After briefly responding, Ivan looked around. About fifty students were all scattered with their own unique postures.

Its okay. Survival skills have only just begun. These students were sure to receive excellent education. There is no F in his class.

However, there is one unpleasant aspect.

If theres a reason why Ivans teaching method has become somewhat, very slightly rough, its because even Eugenes status window couldnt detect Academy Demon Agent.

Was my prediction wrong?

Ivan briefly pondered this question and then erased it cleanly from his mind. That couldnt be the case.

Since Pavel led the uprising during the past Academy Festival Attack, the internal espionage network of Frechenkaya is the most densely spread in history. Because the rebels were allies, they were able to address all known vulnerabilities.

Therefore, according to the common sense of this world, there can be no more threats in this city. Unless the Demon King or the Seven Dragons directly descend.

The rogue of the hero party is patrolling the rear, the Counterintelligence Command tightly controls the internal espionage network, the crown prince has fallen, and all government agencies have pledged allegiance to the princess.

Since the alliance with the dwarves, even the northern military leaders are favorable to the princess. The rewards they received were not insignificant.

In this situation, who on earth, how on earth could send spies to Frechenkaya? That was the common sense of the residents of this world.

Ivan inadvertently sniffed his nose as he smelled the steam rising from the stew in his bowl.

No matter what, he didnt completely lack the ability to taste food. No matter how unimportant, he wasnt unable to distinguish taste.

However, taste, in the end, is just a kind of nostalgia mixed with stimuli created by learned environments and universal human taste. And in this world, there is no stimulus to evoke his nostalgia.

So,

-Swallow.

The hot and textured swallow of the stew. The sensation of the well-cooked lamb tenderizing on the tip of the tongue. The vegetables, sufficiently roasted to bring out a hint of sweetness.

In between, theres the spiciness of the seasoning sprinkled on top, the lime and sour cream perfectly mixed to balance the flavors, down to the last taste.

Its somewhat altered, but to some extent.

How is it? (Isabelle)

Isabelle looked at him with sparkling eyes. Hands clasped over her chest confidently, yet cautiously with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

There was a moment of silence. Ivan silently moved his tongue to clean up the remaining food in his mouth.

Kim Sunwoo bowed his head.

Its delicious. (Ivan)

His gaze fell outside the window. Since Krasilovs seasons were always winter. Unlike in other countries, Krasilov only had winter.

Ivan moved his spoon again and took a large scoop of stew into his mouth. Mechanically, without stopping, continuously.

Finally, clink, the end of the spoon scraped against the bottom of the bowl.

Would you like more? I made plenty. (Isabelle)

If possible. (Ivan)

Anytime. As much as you want. (Isabelle)

Isabelle stood up with a warm smile. There was a cheerful energy in her brisk steps towards the kitchen.

A slow and gentle conversation spread across the table.

The hero party and the possessed individuals. A completely mismatched combination. The protagonists.

Different from them, the protagonists leading the story of this generation.

These kids joked with each other with silly stories, playfully grumbled, and affectionately continued their meal.

Ivan quietly gazed out the window amidst it all.

This is unexpected.

Kim Sunwoo whispered quietly. Ivan briefly agreed. It was unexpected.

Feeling nostalgia in this primitive world was not logical.

However, sometimes, illogical things arent necessarily bad.

Its alright.

Ivan murmured quietly, gazing at the first snowfall outside with an unusually soft voice.

He didnt realize that the cloudy sky with falling snow would evoke a different image than the Northern Front.

Big brother Am I dreaming? (Eugene)

Wait Did he actually give a compliment? (Oswald)

This is incredible Is this the skill of a heros daughter? (Yuri)

Amidst the bustling and lively atmosphere at the table, Ivan glanced down at the new bowl of stew that appeared before him.

Isabelle carefully pushed the bowl towards him and smiled brightly.

Eat plenty!

Ivan smiled back.

Side chapter: Winter is the season of making kimchi

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