Became a Teacher at Monster Academy - Became a Teacher at Monster Academy chapter 41

41 – 5. Monbung gives a class (7)

In my past life, I was an orphan.

For your information, I was one of the high-ranking orphans among orphans.

From the time he was born, he was dying in a baby box in front of a cathedral in Seoul, but was rescued by a priest and was raised in an orphanage where the priest often went to volunteer.

Anyway, life at the orphanage was neither good nor bad.

Even though I go to church every weekend to attend mass, I didn’t grow up to be a bad person, and the food came out well enough that I could eat without any worries.

Still, an orphan was an orphan, and throughout my life, I sometimes thought of my parents whom I had never met.

Of course, I couldn’t remember parents whose faces I didn’t even know, so I imagined it.

What was the reason for abandoning your child?

I wonder if he might come looking for me someday.

Well, imagine something like that.

But that didn’t happen.

In the end, I died after a sign that fell on my head broke my head on my way home after working part-time in the early morning to make a living.

And, in this life, I had a family.

My parents were alive and well, and they cared for me and loved me like their own child.

Of course, since I am their child, they loved me like their own.

Even though I scolded my father a lot, it was because I needed power at the time, and now my father is having a good time touring the neighborhood with my mother, so it will be okay.

…I heard the news that if I do well, I might have another younger sibling at this age.

Anyway, let’s skip the story about my little brother, who may or may not happen.

In my current life, not only my parents were fine.

I had a younger sister who was three years older than me.

Cardia Bachart.

She had a childhood no different from my so-called gum scab.

Both of my parents were busy subduing monsters that normally existed in the Human World and not the monsters that came out of the gate, and taking care of government affairs, considering that they were already a small county in a small country that was narrow and had a border with the Empire, the largest country in the Human World at the time. .

It was because I, who had grown up early thanks to memories of my past life, carried Cardia on behalf of the two of them.

For your information, thanks to this, Cardia called me Papa until she was 2 years old.

My father desperately tried to correct me, but he failed every time, and it wasn’t until I was three years old that I started calling myself brother.

anyway.

Thanks to this, I was quite adept at reading books.

In my past life, I often read to my younger siblings at the orphanage, and in this life as well, I had to read to Cardia, who had become irritable at some point, in order for her to fall asleep.

…I couldn’t understand why the cute little sister was so big.

He clings to my leg like a piece of gum while calling me an older brother, or he crawls into my bed every night saying he wants to sleep with me. But then the kid whined that he couldn’t sleep and begged me to read a book… Why on earth did that happen?

At some point, the cute and lovely little sister would sigh whenever she saw me, look at me with cold eyes, and break the heads of monsters around the territory for a walk.

…I really wonder who will take him.

I was more worried because according to him, he didn’t seem to have any intention of getting married.

“…It is said that the man shed tears and regretted seeing her scattering like a halo of light.”

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anyway.

It was said that my ‘reading’, which was accumulated through long experience, was enough to impress everyone who heard it through deep inner knowledge.

“Sniff…”

“I feel sorry for the fairy…”

“……”

The proof was that he succeeded in squeezing out the tears of most of the class.

For your information, the book I read this time was a book with similar content to The Little Mermaid, which had a Deep One controversy in my past life.

The main character here was not a mermaid, but an ‘imaginary fairy’.

It was a common Shinpa fairy tale, where efforts and sacrifices were made to be with the man she loved, but it never came true and ended in tragedy, with the man ending up in a pauper’s house.

“Yo, I can’t forgive you! “I will find that man and pull out all his hair…!”

And-

I saw someone stamping their feet because they were so engrossed in reading my book, which I had accumulated a lot of experience with.

Thick, thud.

This person is banging hard on the table she is standing on with her small legs.

It was Fairy Princess Lalatiel.

“And I will make sure that hair never grows on your head again…! “By digging out all the holes…”

I think I’m a bit overly immersed.

It was worth it.

The person who wrote this book probably only used ‘fairy’ as a creation.

Considering the roughly described appearance of the elf, it felt like the elf had been shrunk down and given something like dragonfly wings.

however…

“Ugh, ugh! “What on earth is good about a man like that?”

The being as it was was very similar to the appearance of the Fairy Princess, Lalatiel, who was stomping her feet right in front of her before finally collapsing and whimpering.

Roughly the size of three spans of my palm, and as tall as a doll.

The wings sparkle a bit too much to be called dragonfly wings, and are translucent, as if they are studded with jewels.

Even blonde hair with a light pink tint.

Sadly, there were many parts that were somewhat similar to the tragic heroine, ‘Fairy’, in the book I just read.

The author probably didn’t expect it.

Beyond the dimension, a race exactly like the ‘fairy’ he imagined would actually exist.

anyway.

As I looked at Lalatiel who was indignant as if something had happened to her thanks to him… I spoke.

“…First of all, the book I just read is a creation, so the man you want to eliminate does not exist.”

I thought this would calm things down a bit.

“Then I will pull out the hair of the person who wrote that book…!”

The head of the author of this unfortunate book was in danger.

But there was nothing to worry about either.

“…I’m sorry, but the author of this book has already died a long time ago.”

Perhaps the white bones turned to dust.

When I read this book to Cardia, it was already a classic work.

“eeek…!”

Seeing Lalatiel, who was so angry that she even had tears in her eyes, reminded me of Cardia when she was my cute and lovely younger sister.

‘Why don’t you just stab me…’

Cardiaga said this while clenching her small hand in dissatisfaction with the ending where the fairy did not choose to return to being a ‘fairy’ in the end, but still loved the man who abandoned her, and became a halo of light.

‘If it were me, I would just stab her and go back to being a fairy.’

“……”

I think I had a bit of talent from then on.

Anyway.

When I thought about Cardia being disassembled at that time, it occurred to me that it might be a good thing.

“Lalatiel.”

When my name was called, I saw the Fairy Princess, Lalatiel, looking up at me with wide eyes.

“Take it.”

I handed Lalatiel a candy that I had taken out of my pocket.

“This…?”

It wasn’t just a piece of candy.

From Lalatiel’s perspective, it was a big candy, the size of her head.

“It’s something to eat.”

“…No, I’m not asking that… why…”

I had already thought about that.

“Didn’t I tell you this last time? “I will give small gifts to the temporary leaders.”

That was what I brought it for in the first place.

“So take it.”

“Ah… thank you.”

He nodded and lowered his head when he saw Lalatiel holding a large candy cane in his arms.

He said it to the leaders of other groups as well.

“You guys take it too.”

If you make it feel like it was given specially only to ‘Lalatiel’, Laratiel’s favorability will skyrocket.

In the first place, it was because the Fairy race liked sweet things, including ‘lollies’.

Of course, it wasn’t just fairies who liked it.

The majority of people tend to like sweet foods.

When Cardia ate something sweet, her sharp eyes became bright and relaxed, and when Raysonia ate something sweet, she filled her mouth so that her cheeks were puffy and ate it happily.

…I didn’t really enjoy it though.

Since I often gave it to Cardiana Raysonia, this was the only thing I had that was suitable for sharing.

…Every time I gave him something like candy or a pudding that reminded me of my past life, I thought of the guys who said he liked it, so I tried to feel better.

anyway.

“…First of all, let’s all write an impression about this work. “I will also teach you the human world’s characters.”

I decided to end this class roughly like that.

“…Wrong. “It is correct to use this expression here.”

“Is that so…?”

“okay. And… hmm, your handwriting is better than I thought.”

“…This is about this much! It’s nothing to this Serena Arista!”

“Yes, I guess so. Oh, you’re wrong here too.”

“ah.”

At a glance, the first group… The ‘teacher’ who is teaching letters to an Elyos woman called Serena Arista.

Lalatiel, who was looking at Ern Bachart, hugged the ‘candy’ she was holding in her arms.

‘Take it.’

For some reason, his blue eyes as he said those words kept appearing in my mind.

His appearance as he spoke like that, taking on a very warm ‘feeling’ feeling, continued.

‘Uh, why did you look at me with those eyes…?’

It was the second time today that I met him.

In fact, it should have been my first meeting, but from a distance… I could say that today was actually my first time because I only saw him at the entrance welcoming ceremony and him telling me that he had become my ‘teacher’.

however.

why…

Fairies can see emotions.

To be precise, I was able to see the ‘color’ of emotions.

Through the eyes of the other person.

What he is feeling right now… can be vaguely discerned through the ‘color’ reflected in his eyes.

As such, it may be that he is proficient in mental-type magic, including ‘fantasy’.

Fairies are a race where reading the other person’s emotions is a racial trait.

‘…You, why?’

That’s why it was confusing.

The color of emotion he showed to himself, which was practically a first meeting… for what reason did he show it?

What on earth did he miss, what did he feel sad about, what did he regret, and what did he feel happy about?

The only thing I could read was the color of ‘light emotion’.

I was confused because I couldn’t even figure out his inner thoughts.

‘……’

I carefully licked the ‘loose candy’ in my arms with my tongue.

It was sweet.

Very much.

‘…I like it.’

The fact that virtually all Fairy races like sweets did not occur to Laratiel at the moment.

‘…no way.’

Why did he first choose the ‘book’ in which the story was written?

Why did he give himself his favorite, sweet candy first?

Why did he feel longing, sadness, regret, and happiness when he looked at himself?

‘…Do you happen to be.’

In Lalatiel’s mind, she thought of herself in her ‘past life’, dispersing as a cloud of light, and the ‘human’ man who regretted and was sad when she saw him.

And, of course, the ‘human’ man’s face looked exactly like Ern Bachard’s.