My name is Tordie Kronmelin.

He lives in Wangdu, a government official. I'm seventeen.

For once, I'm also a magician.

I mean, I get related work there, and I live there every day.

Will there be a lot of chores?

I've also done things from paperwork to crusading warcraft and, at the end of the day, examiners for licensure exams.

.. as an examiner, but only once.

I'm also the one who does all sorts of things in horns, in different places.

"Well, that's it. Because Tordie is brilliant."

That's what senior magician Rossum tells me.

Mr. Rossum is a very caring person, and he hangs gentle words on the lower end like me. 'Stretch with praise' seems to be a creed and admired by many juniors.

He says.

Because I have so much due diligence, so many different jobs are coming.

"A guy who can only do one job means he can't adapt or respond if there's a change. If you're a good expert, that's fine, but if you're not, you've never been clever."

Mr. Rossum himself is very clever, so I get a little carried away.

I can't do as much as Mr. Rossum.

In my case, they do a lot of things, but Mr. Rossum deserves to be expressed when he flies around.

I often leave Wang Du away, and it is not uncommon for this department where I am or to be absent.

"Mr. Rossum, I heard you've been very busy lately?

"Well...... 'Cause I'm freaking out with the guy in the back."

What he calls the "back" is not about his wife or the back house, but about the magic agency of this country, the back yard.

By its very nature, the Back House has many secrets and is therefore also non-cooperative with the Appearance House.

So sometimes there is conflict with the superior house.

It was when I used to talk to junior Reuce from the back yard, but when I casually waved the subject of her workplace, it was something that made a big x-mark with both arms.

"Even Senior Tordie can't talk about this one. This one is confidential even for the number of notes purchased and the number of pens. I've never actually seen it, but I hear some positions' erase 'things that go deep, so I thought it would be wiser not to direct it, even if it's just an interest"

It's a noisy story.

That's why there are various rumors in the back yard, big and small, but none of them are true or false.

Does Mr. Rossum say he's sticking his hand in that direction?

"I'm not going in there because I want to..."

When I ask, I'm frowning.

Oh, this sounds like an order from above. It seems better not to get involved.

"Is it relevant that you're back in the department?"

"Yeah. A little, every request."

He sends me the papers.

Is it good, even if I look at it?

"Oh, I don't mind, I don't mind. I don't have anything to do with you."

"With me, is that...?

I drop my eyes on the papers.

And I'm surprised.

"Alto Crane, putkun...... is it!

It was about a five-year-old boy who fought during the seventh grade exam.

It's that young kid who unilaterally defeated me.

He was a strange boy with a beautiful and tidy appearance and signs of a terrible boredom that didn't soak up to it.

"If you're a normal performer, yes, it's amazing, and it's over, but whatever it is, it's a boy who's defeating you with nothing. Besides, I came with Miss Reuce's ink, an elite in the back yard. If so, it's not just premature, it's a possibility of a masterpiece. She asked me to do a little research. So, next month's sixth grade exam, if you want to come out, I'll take charge of your skills."

"Mr. Rossum, right away?!?"

"I'm desperate to get people up there too... Because you're a brilliant magician, not everyone serves the palace. The talented guy has a lot of freelance researchers and patterns of becoming an adventurer. I mean, if you're good, you'd rather make money that way. There's plenty of free time."

It's an honest argument that doesn't even make any gu noise.

A freelance friend of mine made fun of me for working in the public service.

"So, has anything unusual happened?

"Nh... First, they rarely go out. I mean, you look like you're halfway under house arrest. There seems to be no freedom to go out."

"Is that called abuse? Or is there a problem with the birth?

If it's the former, you can't forgive it. The child is a treasure of the country.

You have to take care of it.

"Don't look so scared. The latter. Perhaps no direct violence has been wavered. What keeps you out is a matter of position. It's a fluke with civilians, but half of them draw noble blood."

"I mean, are you a bastard"

"You're a concubine. He's officially a fatherless son because he's not cognizant."

........

If you are a nobleman, how can this be all the time......

Sequences to keep your home from disturbing are important, but that should be a different story from treating your child unfairly.

There was also a commonplace child who was abused to death the other day.

Even though it's a case that was buried without the public knowing it.

I'm sure there are similar cases happening where I don't know.

I don't mean to be more righteous, but I can't have a child unhappy.

Kids should be smiling at all times.

I raise my face and ask the questions that have come to my mind.

"But, Mr. Rossum. Then something strange happens. If you're in an unrecognized position, I don't think you'll get a very high education."

Mages will need a lot of knowledge. To do so, let's say an excellent educational environment is essential.

No matter how talented you are, if you don't have the knowledge, you should drop it on a written test.

But the boy in the matter has a full score.

This is nothing more than to say that you have an environment where you can study more than enough.

If it's a rich child, I don't think that a house that forbids people from going out would give them that kind of environment.

"Hmm... There it is. At Alto Crane Putt, an elf is witnessed entering and leaving"

"Are you an elf......!

"Oh, it's an elf. An elf in armor goes thriving."

"Armor...? So you're saying you're not a magician, you're saying you're an elf warrior?

Strange story, even an elf should be good at handling witchcraft. Anyway, it's one of the three great races of witchcraft.

If a long-lived elf is a master, you will learn a number of things.

But then another question arises.

"What bothers you is your connection to the Elves, right?

The boulder is Mr. Rossum.

Looking at this, you seem to have some research on you too.

The Elves don't really interact with humans.

Only some elves called the Ramiels and the rest come out in public about the staff of the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, the Great Chamber of Commerce.

Without a proper handover, you shouldn't have the opportunity to say it as a teacher.

"Alto Crane Putt's maternal grandfather is an executive position in the Adventurer Guild. Probably became a master on that edge"

Complete the process.

If you're an Adventurer Guild executive, you must have connections to various races.

If that's the case, no wonder you're familiar with the elves.

One of the conditions for being a good magician, The Good Master, must have gotten it that way.

However, this becomes a natural story, even if you have a good master, it doesn't necessarily mean you can be a good magician.

If you can only get a master, the rich children and noble children will almost all become magicians.

In other words, the boy's grades, called Alto Crane Putt, will be the result of an irresistible effort or a bottomless large vessel. Either way, that's a fine thing.

"Well, you are. As for this kid, maybe that's a good idea, but the problem is behind it. I know the Marquis Bailefeld, but he's fine, he's just fine."

"What do you mean?

"If you're a qualified magician kid, it's worth a lot of use. To make it an instrument of political marriage, it would be great. The concubine of the Marquis' daughter's son-in-law said she had a daughter, but if she was magical, she would definitely be used as a trading material first."

"... that even though you're under house arrest, the only time you get permission to go out only during a license exam is when you're willing to use it for a gatekeeper?

"I guess. Otherwise, you won't let your bloodless concubine out."

........

I frowned.

I don't even like these places in the aristocracy.

Does that boy know that?

I thought it would be very sad if his grades were the result of a desperate effort to live.