Chapter 872: Changes at the Academy
-POV of a certain academy teacher-
It is currently winter at the Gullgald Noble Academy and it’s quiet.
From afar, the echoes of magical explosions can be heard but it’s quiet.@@novelbin@@
The school buildings trembled from the vibration from a distance but it’s quiet.
And there was the principal, sprinting and shouting, yet it’s quiet.
...
Yes, when it was quiet, it was truly quiet!
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I am one of the teachers of the Gullgald Noble Academy in the royal capital
In case you are wondering, I could be considered a seasoned veteran.
My subject? Etiquette.
Honestly speaking, my class wasn’t the most popular.
After all, this was a noble academy—a place where most students hailed from noble families or had close ties to them.
Hence, before entering the academy, they had already mastered the basics of proper etiquette.
What is there to learn about etiquette now?
I can only nod in agreement.
But.
Yes, but.
Even if they’ve mastered the basics, does that mean they’ve truly delved into the intricacies of etiquette?
There’s still much to learn.
Indeed.
I wanted to convey this message.
And so, I did.
Here’s how the students reacted when they heard me.
「Sensei, you’re fussing over the tiniest details. 」
..........
Isn’t that what etiquette is all about?
It’s not just about being meticulous.
Ah, well, well.
The Demon King’s Kingdom is a place where the top is determined by merit.
It is quite tolerant when it comes to etiquette.
A little too loose.
It has a mentality of not offending other parties as much as possible.
After all, Demon King’s Kingdom etiquette evolved from the necessity of negotiating with ancient devils and dragons.
It’s far from perfect, of course.
Yet precisely because of that, I believe we must strive to master it...
Forcing it upon them won’t lead to true understanding.
The eagerness to learn—that’s what matters.
Yes.
If you have that attitude, I’ll accept you as my student, no matter what your background is.
Oh, yes, it was about eighty years ago now...
In the quiet halls of our academy, there existed a student who left an indelible mark upon me.
He was an Ogre—a young man who couldn’t even speak common language.
His parents had been forced to throw him into the academy because they had been successful in war and had gained the title of baron. He cried to me because he needed to be polite.
—in Ogre language, no less.
I must admit, I was terrified at first.
I thought I was going to be killed.
Ogres, you see, have an inherently scary faces.
But that wasn’t all—the only phrases he could utter in the common language were “die” and “f*ck you”.
It took me half a year to understand what he was trying to say but he was very patient.
I tried my best without losing it.
After I mastered Ogre language, I finally embarked on teaching him proper etiquette.
Simultaneously, I began teaching him common language.
It was no small feat.
But it paid off.
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