4 04 Stories: Mr. Lost Agent

Royal Builders School, on the day of the entrance ceremony.

Walking down the cobblestone of Castle Town, I stuck my hand in my pocket and took out a bunch of short, thin paper wrapped around it with clasps.

This is a magic device called "Telecom Paper".

Thin paper is in pairs, each with another human being making it possible for the two to call anytime, anywhere through thin paper. I took what leads to Chris out of a bunch of 'newspaper' and poured magic into its center.

"Chris."

Communication connected. I'll call my name first.

"Something terrible has happened."

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We should have been able to communicate already, but Chris was silent.

I'll tell you what's going on.

"Lost"

- You! Don't break up with me like that!?

I do feel like I've had a romantic breakup with her before, but not if I'm saying so.

"I'm late for my first day like this. What am I supposed to do?

'What can I do... where are you now?

"I don't know. The castle is headed for the aristocratic city."

Looking around, I'll make up for it.

"I was walking down the castle and there was a guide board, so I followed it... and the only place I reached was a big hall. It's a white, wasteful and luxurious museum. Probably the Duke's or Royal's separate residence, but I don't see any school buildings nearby. The information board was wrong?

Describing the situation, I looked out at the giant hall in front of me.

Poor, it was an institution that was bi-perfect with the royal castle, the symbol of the kingdom. The white exterior walls are decorated with delicate and artistic decorations, with a huge clock in the center. It was surrounded by beautiful lawn gardens, which were unique spaces, even in the Wang capital, as if they were complete on their own.

A few gold hobbies are too much.

The main residence of royalty and duke houses is somewhere else, not here. If so, this is probably a separate residence. Spending so much money on a separate residence that I don't normally use makes me want to ask a few questions about the use of gold.

No, you're not wrong.

But Chris said something unexpected.

'Cause that's where Builders School is.'

I swallowed her words slowly over a long period of time.

"This is it?

"There it is."

Deeply take oxygen into your lungs and exhale slowly.

"... big"

At the earliest, that's all I could whine about.

Putsuri, and sounds from 'communication paper'. Looks like Chris disconnected the comms.

Again, look at the hall in front of you.

I've never been to school before, but once, in the process of doing my job, I've seen a study house in another country or other territory. But this in front of me is something else.

Royal Builders School. It is also the place where the contemporary brave Theon-Bayle grew up, the largest learning building in the kingdom, and a facility packed with history and tradition that deserves to be called prestigious. That's all the gold is poured into it, even though it has a long history of keeping it looking brand new.

"It's too big, you have no idea where to go."

First dive the gate and enter the premises.

I remember that day, when Chris explained the dismantling of the institution.

- You don't have an exam, do you?

In the end, my will remained the same as it was then.

The school materials came to me along with the acceptance notice for the paperwork selection. As far as the material is concerned, the hero family also seems to be an interesting part of it. But it was still the general practitioner who was fit for my purpose of walking through the everyday life of the crowd.

- "Let's get educated to help a peaceful society," or?

Reminds me of the concept of general studies, which was described in the school materials.

Now that the Demon King has been defeated, I say if the world has come to peace - maybe not.

There will be no complete peace in the world. Likewise, there will be no complete conflict.

Peace and strife alternate faces like waves. For some are in trouble because of strife, and some are in need because of peace. So the world never leans towards one side or the other. The closer you get to peace, the stronger your voice calls for conflict. And vice versa.

Do I dare to go to a place where people are gathered?

Approaching the school building, a large number of boys and girls were gathered in one place, although they could not be seen from the outside. "Please stand in line," a school-like figure says out loud.

"You want admission?

Unexpectedly, he was called from across.

There stood a man with a large figure, musculoskeletal. Not the same age. This man would also be a schoolteacher.

"Yes."

"Okay. Then line up in the line there. Instructions will be given immediately."

"Thank you," I thanked the man who guided me briefly.

Line up as you're told.

After a while, a beautiful woman appeared before us who wanted to go to school.

She was a burning red-haired woman. Although the exposure is low due to wearing knight-like gear when wearing light clothes, it is well known that it still makes excellent proportions from the slightest visible body sampling. His nose is high and his eyes are sharp. I guess she's a strong woman. He had a sword on his hips.

"Well gathered, gentlemen! I'm Farnese-Evans, a Builders School teacher!

The name doesn't sound familiar.

I thought it might be someone who made the leap in the war ahead because of the piercing locks even among young people, but at least what I don't know is that I'm not in the war.

"Builders School is a prestigious school with the right origins, and the students are all proud to be granular. Honestly, I was concerned about the quality of students falling due to the expansion of the enrollment framework starting this year... as far as facial rashes are concerned, they were worried. Anyway, this is a school that gave birth to brave men. It's only natural for everyone to feel tight."

Besides me, there were a lot of boys and girls around. I thought the "brave effect" would kill those wishing to enroll, but apparently few thought, "It's the school that gave birth to that brave man, so I can't enroll him in a half-baked mood". As a result, freshmen this year are likely to be more granular than usual.

That said, I belong to the general department, so brave people have nothing to do with it.

If I can send a crowd routine, that's fine.

"It's a waste of time. Let's just say I'll leave my greetings around here."

Greetings ended sooner than I could have imagined.

According to pre-distributed material, students in the general department head to the classroom after this and wait until the end of the hero's exam. When all the classmates are in place, they make a short HR under the instruction of the teacher and then dissolve it.

From now on, for me, my first school life begins.

My body trembled when I blurted. He's nervous. I didn't know you'd be so nervous that your hands and feet tremble in a place like this when you said you'd run through a battlefield you'd never wanted to slaughter before. It makes me laugh.

I don't need the skills I've developed as a soldier in this institution.

The art of killing. Strategies to deceive. I don't need those things.

As a student of general studies, I spend my time normally. That's what I want to do.

"Now let's start with this - the Royal Builders School, the entrance exam in the Department of Heroes (...) duh!

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- Oh?