The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

On his way to the school building, Jeed accidentally stopped and looked back.

Cut out to Almark with a hard look.

"... I hate to say this..."

"What is it"

"It's your father's job... to be a mercenary... and I don't think it sounds right in this country."

"Is the mercenary…"

"There hasn't been a war in this country in 100 years. When it comes to fighting, it's about the same thing as the demons that sometimes show up on the border. So there's a tendency to despise the people of the North as if they were savages... Ah, no"

Seeing Almark's eyes get much sharper in response to the word "savage," Jeed waved in panic.

"Of course they're not all like that, but that's generally the tendency... especially the impression of 'mercenaries'..."

"But some mercenaries come from Nakahara."

"It might be true in reality. But all normal people think only the North are fighting on their own."

……

I have certainly traveled through the southern countries and I have touched so much on those thoughts of people that I also don't like Almark.

We have nothing to do with war. The only thing that makes war is stupid savages with different dimensions of civilization...... surely that is not a happy way of thinking.

If we can live without killing each other, we've never been over it.

But being in tune with that notion meant denying my father, Raise's way of life.

Almark couldn't do that.

"But I am the son of... the mercenary... the Shadow Fang Rays."

Jeed put his head on like he was in trouble.

The Dean of the Academy also gives us a harsh assignment.

I did think it was a slightly impossible order for an 11-year-old to hide my father's profession and behave like an idiot until then.

But if it doesn't work, he'll be exposed to bizarre, disdainful gaze.

Besides, the Nork School of Magic is also a royal institution.

Even though he was a noble bitch of student origin, looking at the current situation in the north of the continent, he was publicly pronounced the son of a mercenary.

All those from the North who were once enrolled were also descendants of the royal marquis nobility.

Even that hasn't been accepted in the last few years.

In fact, the entrance documents state that Almark's father's profession is a blacksmith at the behest of the Eurolog.

"Yeah... I know that... but if I say that, I won't be able to stay in this college."

Almark bit his lip.

When he is forced to make a decision like this, he always remembers the words of his father the night of his breakup.

"... use your head, Almark. You don't have to rely on me to figure out what to do or what to do. Study, be smart, be great, be able to move many human beings."

Almark bit his lip hard again.

... Father, I am proud to be Father's son.

I will not forgive whoever makes a fool of himself because he is the son of a mercenary.

But...

Almark was on a tough journey and was learning.

That just being honest with your emotions doesn't get you anything you want or anything else.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dad.

"... ok. I keep my mouth shut about my father."

"Yes... I'm sorry"

Jeed gave a relieved look.

In front of the front door of the school building, a young woman in a light green robe was waiting for them.

"Oh, is your teacher Dr. Fia? Nice, chip."

So Jeed twisted his body.

"Ha..."

When Almark let go of his body for a moment, the woman came out with a gentle smile and a voice.

"Nice to meet you, Almark."

"Yes."

"I'm Fia. Your class, three years of junior high school, two pairs."

"It's Almark. Best regards,"

"... then, Dr. Fia, thank you for the rest"

Jeed bowed his head behind Almark.

"Ah, yes. Thank you very much, Mr. Jeed."

"No.... then, Mr. Almark, I'll always be at the front door. Come anytime you need anything to talk to me."

"Yes, thank you for everything"

Almark exchanged hands with Jeed.

"... Come on, let's go. Classroom's this way."

Fia invites Almark inside the school building.