Became a Teacher at Monster Academy - Became a Teacher at Monster Academy chapter 39

39 – 5. Monbung gives a class (5)

So I tested their common sense in the name of a simple quiz.

Of course, I already knew roughly.

I knew roughly what would happen…

“…as you can see.”

I looked at the blackboard where each group’s score was written according to the number of correct answers, and I barely suppressed the sigh that was about to come out and continued speaking.

“You would have been able to see that the culture of your dimension and species is very different from our human world culture and common sense.”

I gave a total of 20 questions.

Normally, something like this would get boring the longer it lasted, and since the questions were made up on the spot in the first place, I didn’t have much preparation.

Still, as much common sense as possible.

So, I asked about common sense things that could happen at any time in reality, and I heard answers about what they should do in such cases.

The result was this.

Out of a total of 20 questions, one group that answered only three correctly took first place.

For reference, second place went to group 3, which answered two questions correctly, and third place went to group 5, which answered only one question correctly.

All but six of the twenty questions were answered incorrectly.

Although the result was half expected.

While I was speechless due to the truly miserable results, I saw Serena slowly raise her hand.

“…what?”

“I-I have a question for you, so could you please stop looking at me like that?”

I saw Serena saying something like that, wondering what I was looking at.

Anyway, I nodded and said I had a question.

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“…Just listen first. “Let me tell you.”

Serena said, paying attention to my words.

“…For the second question, I don’t think our group’s answer was wrong no matter how much I thought about it. “Can you tell me why this is not the correct answer?”

Second problem…

What it was, I couldn’t remember because I thought of the problem right away.

It was because I felt dizzy while posing the questions and listening to the answers to those questions.

“Why isn’t it right to use magic to blow away a pervert like that?”

And only then did I remember what the problem I had been asked by Serena was.

It was a problem aimed at races with ‘wings’, such as the Elyos and Harpies.

The problem was what to do if a human male said, ‘You have beautiful wings.’

And, the answer to Group 1, which Serena belongs to, is…

“…I would rather ask. “Why do you think it’s the right answer to use magic to blow away someone who just praised their wings?”

Serena tilted her head at my words and answered as if she was wondering what was wrong.

“Why is it wrong to throw lightning at a pervert who carelessly praises a virgin’s wings…?”

What on earth is the hypothetical human male who was struck by lightning for complimenting his wings?

I wanted to say that, but I held back.

Perhaps, if I were to say that, it was obvious that someone who couldn’t even endure that much would do something to Arista’s Serena Arista.

what.

Since I also roughly know the culture of the Elyos, I knew why Serena came up with something like that as an answer.

For the Elyos, wings were the body part they were most proud of, second only to the Halo.

And the act of ‘praising’ such wings was something that was usually done only between lovers.

So, I knew roughly what it was like for Serena, an Elyos, to have an outsider man praise her ‘wings’.

I know.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, I thought that the answer of making it into a spicy roast was not the right answer.

At that time, I saw Pii raising his hand.

“…what? Pii.”

“Yes! “I have a question too…!”

“…Let me tell you.”

“huh! “Why is it that working so hard to make eggs together doesn’t turn out to be the right answer?”

“……”

Since I roughly know the culture of the harpies, I was able to understand why Pi came up with that answer.

For a harpy, praising the wings was closer to saying, ‘I want to make fertilized eggs with you.’

In other words, it was a marriage proposal.

A similar act involved a harpy gifting the unfertilized eggs it gave birth to another person.

In the culture of the harpies, this means, ‘I want to turn these eggs into fertilized eggs for yours,’ and like the succubus, it was a confession of the harpies, who were made up of only women as a race.

For reference, that event also happened to Pii, a harpy.

Pii, which has accumulated a certain level of favorability, will go through a ‘spawn period’, an event similar to the ‘estrus period’ of other water-based races.

During this period, Pii’s condition fluctuates, and she often clings to her ‘teacher’. Above all, when the ‘laying period’ is over, she is given an item.

Naturally, it meant receiving the eggs laid by Pii.

I don’t know if it is nutritionally excellent or if there is another reason, but for those who accepted ‘Pii’s Unfertilized Eggs’, which are considered the best cooking ingredient, without knowing anything, that was virtually the end of it.

That night, Pi comes in to produce fertilized eggs.

At that time, if resistance fails, you can see the ‘teacher’ being put in a position to produce blood and fertilized eggs…

If these idiots who didn’t know how to deal with something were to do something like that, it was bound to be a bloody ending.

“…I’m sorry, but humans living in the Human World do not have wings. Therefore, it means that most humans do not understand the meaning of praising ‘wings’ for you.”

He tapped the table.

“Therefore, here in the human world… when something like that happens, the correct response is to say thank you for the compliment.”

In response to my words, I saw Serena muttering ‘Why should I be thankful to a pervert…’ and Pi tilting his head with an incomprehensible look on his face.

If so, I hope you know that’s the case.

Afterwards, questions began to come in one by one to resolve the question of why the answer they gave was wrong, and I answered while suppressing the urge to grab my throbbing head.

“In the human world, saying I want to repay you is not saying ‘I want to make children with you.’”

Or something.

“Just because you look at the other person for more than 10 seconds in a handover, that doesn’t mean you have a crush on them.”

Or something.

“In the Human World, it is illegal to kidnap someone through a duel just because you like someone.”

anyway.

“In the human world…”

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As I was instilling, little by little, the common sense of the human world, which was different from the common sense of monsters, into the heads of these crazy girls, the bell rang, signaling the end of the first class period.

“…Let’s end this class for now. “Everyone, after recess… we’ll see you in the next class.”

Looking at the monsters that were still confusing, difficult to understand, or had dissatisfied faces, I wondered if they had heard what I said correctly.

I didn’t really want to do anything other than work, so I said that and headed to the teacher’s office.

and.

“Hey, Marquis…!”

“Please help me…!”

“How on earth should I do this…!”

I was surrounded by twelve naughty teachers who had returned from teaching to monsters who had betrayed common sense.

“……”

It’s only 10 minutes.

I endured the pounding in my head for an hour and tried to get some rest… but there seemed to be no time.

I sighed and opened my mouth, looking at all the old people clinging to me with tears in their eyes.

“First of all, Resor. “But what on earth is going on?”

“Well, that is… the student I was in charge of…”

I was depressed when I heard Resor speak with a tearful expression on his face.

“…I’ll just ask one question for now.”

“yes yes! Marquis. “Please tell me.”

“That… student… proposed to you while showing his underwear, does that mean?”

“Well, as far as calling it a marriage proposal…”

No, that would be a marriage proposal.

According to the human world’s common sense, which was incorrectly instilled in them because of the nonsense I said yesterday, that was a marriage proposal.

But what on earth did he do on the first day of class? Even though it is easier to like R-level or normal-level characters compared to born SRs, I asked because I wanted to get a confession from the first day.

“…Well, that was…yesterday…”

Resor’s answer was nothing special.

Yesterday, on my way home from work, I found a student wandering around unable to find the way to the dormitory.

Without thinking much, he helped the student… It seemed that he held the hand of a student who happened to be an imp who still looked ‘young’ and led him to the dormitory.

The result…

“…Imps look very spoiled on the outside, but they are easily impressed by trivial things.”

Should I say it is extraluminal oil?

anyway.

As a species, the Mesgaki imps had such characteristics.

“…No, but…”

“…I’m sure you said you didn’t need help, or…anyway, I probably said a lot of harsh things to you, but I thought I’d help you anyway.”

And the reason why imps have such characteristics is because on the inside, on the outside, they only say things that will make anyone angry.

They are b*tches who call everyone who is kind to them ‘sloppy, sloppy’, but if they continue to show ‘kindness’ even while hearing such comments, they feel like they are shaking their head and thinking ‘huh, such a sloppy subject…’ one.

They were very easy races if you knew the strategy, but if you didn’t know the strategy at all… At least in this human world where politeness is important, the imps who talked to you like that would be truly disgusting, but I thought I held back.

however…

“Ah, that’s because she had a similar personality to my granddaughter…”

…I see.

No, whatever.

In a world where people get married and have children as early as 15, it’s possible that someone as old as Resor would have a granddaughter.

This is true.

“…First, you should talk to me separately.”

“Huh, Marquis…?”

“Right now… um… don’t be kind to that student anymore… but I’m not saying ignore him completely. “If you want to live, do it.”

“Huh, Marquis?”

“Anyway, let’s do it.”

You kindly prepared a manual for me to be careful…

It wasn’t my fault.