Special thanks to Ameli for translating this chapter!!
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"Yes, it guarantees short-term high income and the best treatment in the industry."
"That's it! I ran after seeing that phrase." He thought the butter was not enough, and so he spread plenty of chocolate on the bread.
“I won’t run away now that I’ve tasted just delicious food, so the Count can rest assured, right?”
"Yes, it'll be difficult to run away."
"But can I get paid in advance?"
"Yes, if you want."
"You should have written that down in the advertisement. If you had, I would have come sooner."
"It's... There was a limit to the number of characters, so I had no choice."
"Well, that's good, anyway. I need money right now. Then I would like to get a few months in advance."
"All right."
Oh, no! Irene wanted to stop her father right now. That man was trying to run away with a lot of money in advance.
How can such a suspicious-looking man teach Irene and Benjamin in the first place?
"Then before we hire you, may I ask a few more questions?" (Count Webber)
"Uh, ask."
"Where are you from?"
When questioned by the Count, the man put down the bread that he had taken a big bite from.
Then he laughed, his lips smeared with chocolate.
"I thought his son was like a fox, but did he take after his father?"
"I'm just questioning all job seekers fairly."
The Count smiled kindly and added a title to address him.
"A wizard from the Tower."
Irene stared back at Benjamin in surprise, a look that said, ‘did you happen to know that?'
Benjamin simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
I think you already knew.
A wizard. That's a wizard from the Tower.
They were rare species that ordinary people could never meet in their lives. I heard that they are geniuses who live in the Wizard’s Tower and study magic-related subjects.
"Well, as the Count asked, I'm from the Wizard’s Tower. Any more questions?"
The man must have felt a little full of himself, as he slightly raised his chin and crossed his long legs.
Wow, job seekers are so arrogant.
No matter how smart a wizard is, nothing good came from bringing such a man into the house.
Perhaps the Count was worried about that too, as concern began to show little by little on his face.
"I want to hear why you left the Tower behind and came all the way to the capital."
"Oh, you mean that?"
Irene’s eyes clouded over, and she touched her ears with one hand. That action meant that no matter what you say, our Count Webber will not welcome you. (P/N: iirc this is a signal they came up with?)
"Even the Count knows, but the Tower is too close, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is."
“No matter what accomplishments I made, I constantly received praise for them.”
"I see."
"So now I'm going to do something great in the capital."
Ha, this is ridiculous.
Even if he conquered the neighboring country by himself and dedicated it to the Emperor, it wouldn’t happen unless Irene claps her hands and admitted he was great.
"What would a great accomplishment be?”
"Well." The wizard adjusted his posture. Maybe he wanted to show that he was quite sincere.
Hmm, that’s definitely not bad…
"I’m in the capital, so why not aim for the position of the young Prince's assistant?"
Irene stood up and shouted without realizing it. "Pass!"
It was good to call it a biased judgment. This is a pass. You're definitely accepted. I got to clap my hands on my own. I really like this teacher.
The wizard grinned as if he felt better. "The little girl has a good eye for people."
Well, of course. You and Roger Blake shall become a two-headed carriage running to a vicious boss from Hell!
"By the way, Count."
The wizard once again picked up the meat pie. "What am I supposed to do here?"
Irene recalled the newspaper the man had earlier presented. A newspaper that was tor and messed up while ink smeared all over.
「■Count Weber. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ Possible■■■■■ Short-term high income guarantee, industry best treatment guarantee, those who will not run away■■」
An important part of it was smeared, so nothing about the job itself was visible.
"It's about teaching my children."
Upon hearing the Count's explanation, the wizard became very embarrassed and stood up from his seat.
"Uh... I don't like kids that much. Is there anything else?"
"No, nothing."
"Well, that’s not going to work..."
He scratched his head, as if saying, 'I’ve come in vain,' and immediately tried to leave the drawing room.
But he couldn't get out of it.
This was because Irene ran and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
The wizard looked at Irene's annoyed face, startled.
This girl's got a hunch.
'When you come in, it's up to you, but not when you go out. You'll be a good sacrifice. Whoo-hoo.' She seemed to say.
The little kid!
‘...I think there's something wrong.'
As soon as he thought of it, the Count picked up a contract from somewhere and pushed it in front of him.
The wizard was a little scared. He wanted to run away.
***
The next day, the weather was very clear. I felt the warmth of spring, as if yesterday's snow were a lie.
Irene, who woke up in the morning, naturally thought of the little snowman she had made yesterday.
‘Really, whatever your wish is, it's the other way around.' Benjamin said he hoped Irene's snowman would not melt for a long time.
However, since the sun was shining brilliantly, all the snowmen must have begun to melt down by now.
The scarf sellers would be delighted, and pick up the damp scarves that fell on the floor to dry them against the sun. They would then sell the same scarves the next winter. Of course, the method itself is cheaper than ordering new ones.
‘What a fantastic business.'
To be able to retrieve and resell items once sold.
Well, they still had to make a living, so I can understand.
Anyway, it was a little sad that the snowmen melted. They were cute.
"Lady, is it true that you're taking classes today?" Beth brought Irene milk as she asked.
Irene gulped down the milk. She was at the point of exhilaration.
"Yes, that’s right."
"It was real."
The wizard teacher said, "I hate children", but yesterday afternoon, he still went to Benjamin's room and taught all his classes.
"I don't know what class they had yesterday, but the atmosphere was very harsh." Beth carefully conveyed the rumors among the maids.
"Was it harsh?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"So."
Beth coughed for a moment and said with a full face of ridicule. "Wahahahaha, you can't solve this easy problem? That is very funny!"
Beth's face, when she finished acting, returned to its usual appearance. In a flash, Beth... A scary person...!
"The same sound was heard every 10 minutes from Benjamin's room."
Uh, well, should the first thing be to praise Beth’s acting skills, or should the first thing be to be surprised at the teacher’s great way of teaching?
No, it was another matter that Irene is worried about right now.
"I hope my brother doesn't get hurt."
"He’s not someone who gets hurt easily."
Since Beth knew Benjamin, she knows that he was probably looking for a way to press the wizard down by now.
Of course, the Benjamin in Irene’s mind was completely different.
"Why does the teacher say such harsh words to someone with a tender heart like brother?"
“…”
"What if my brother became upset and wept tears?"
Of course, Beth knew it wouldn't happen.
Benjamin would have already arranged about thirty ways to effectively take revenge against the teacher.
Of course, if she told Irene about that, it was obvious she wouldn't believe it.
That's why Beth skillfully switched topics. "Anyway, the teacher is waiting in front of the lady's room. You should hurry up."
"What?"
Irene quickly checked her watch. It was eight in the morning. Why did he come so early?
"Tell him to come in first."
"But you're in your pajamas."
"That doesn't mean he can stand in front of the door indefinitely."
"Still."
"It's okay. I've seen him sleep outdoors while covered in newspapers."
Beth didn't seem to want to, yet she opened the door and let the wizard in.
"Hello, teacher." Irene hurried ahead and said hello first.
“I came.”
Irene shook his hand and smiled as he greeted her simply.
"Is there a hairbrush in the teacher's room?"
"Why?"
"Well, your hair is all messed up again today."
"Maybe there is. I didn't look for it. It's annoying to brush it." He ruffled his hair.
The blue strands became even more dishevelled.
"But doesn’t the class start at nine o’clock?"
"I came because Lady Kid was said to wake up at 8 o'clock.”
"Lady Kid?"
"You, little girl."
'Oh, you called me Kid...!' Irene was quite thrilled.
Special thanks to Ameli for translating this chapter!!
***
"Yes, it guarantees short-term high income and the best treatment in the industry."
"That's it! I ran after seeing that phrase." He thought the butter was not enough, and so he spread plenty of chocolate on the bread.
“I won’t run away now that I’ve tasted just delicious food, so the Count can rest assured, right?”
"Yes, it'll be difficult to run away."
"But can I get paid in advance?"
"Yes, if you want."
"You should have written that down in the advertisement. If you had, I would have come sooner."
"It's... There was a limit to the number of characters, so I had no choice."
"Well, that's good, anyway. I need money right now. Then I would like to get a few months in advance."
"All right."
Oh, no! Irene wanted to stop her father right now. That man was trying to run away with a lot of money in advance.
How can such a suspicious-looking man teach Irene and Benjamin in the first place?
"Then before we hire you, may I ask a few more questions?" (Count Webber)
"Uh, ask."
"Where are you from?"
When questioned by the Count, the man put down the bread that he had taken a big bite from.
Then he laughed, his lips smeared with chocolate.
"I thought his son was like a fox, but did he take after his father?"
"I'm just questioning all job seekers fairly."
The Count smiled kindly and added a title to address him.
"A wizard from the Tower."
Irene stared back at Benjamin in surprise, a look that said, ‘did you happen to know that?'
Benjamin simply grinned and shrugged his shoulders.
I think you already knew.
A wizard. That's a wizard from the Tower.
They were rare species that ordinary people could never meet in their lives. I heard that they are geniuses who live in the Wizard’s Tower and study magic-related subjects.
"Well, as the Count asked, I'm from the Wizard’s Tower. Any more questions?"
The man must have felt a little full of himself, as he slightly raised his chin and crossed his long legs.
Wow, job seekers are so arrogant.
No matter how smart a wizard is, nothing good came from bringing such a man into the house.
Perhaps the Count was worried about that too, as concern began to show little by little on his face.
"I want to hear why you left the Tower behind and came all the way to the capital."
"Oh, you mean that?"
Irene’s eyes clouded over, and she touched her ears with one hand. That action meant that no matter what you say, our Count Webber will not welcome you. (P/N: iirc this is a signal they came up with?)
"Even the Count knows, but the Tower is too close, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is."
“No matter what accomplishments I made, I constantly received praise for them.”
"I see."
"So now I'm going to do something great in the capital."
Ha, this is ridiculous.
Even if he conquered the neighboring country by himself and dedicated it to the Emperor, it wouldn’t happen unless Irene claps her hands and admitted he was great.
"What would a great accomplishment be?”
"Well." The wizard adjusted his posture. Maybe he wanted to show that he was quite sincere.
Hmm, that’s definitely not bad…
"I’m in the capital, so why not aim for the position of the young Prince's assistant?"
Irene stood up and shouted without realizing it. "Pass!"
It was good to call it a biased judgment. This is a pass. You're definitely accepted. I got to clap my hands on my own. I really like this teacher.
The wizard grinned as if he felt better. "The little girl has a good eye for people."
Well, of course. You and Roger Blake shall become a two-headed carriage running to a vicious boss from Hell!
"By the way, Count."
The wizard once again picked up the meat pie. "What am I supposed to do here?"
Irene recalled the newspaper the man had earlier presented. A newspaper that was tor and messed up while ink smeared all over.
「■Count Weber. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ Possible■■■■■ Short-term high income guarantee, industry best treatment guarantee, those who will not run away■■」
An important part of it was smeared, so nothing about the job itself was visible.
"It's about teaching my children."
Upon hearing the Count's explanation, the wizard became very embarrassed and stood up from his seat.
"Uh... I don't like kids that much. Is there anything else?"
"No, nothing."
"Well, that’s not going to work..."
He scratched his head, as if saying, 'I’ve come in vain,' and immediately tried to leave the drawing room.
But he couldn't get out of it.
This was because Irene ran and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
The wizard looked at Irene's annoyed face, startled.
This girl's got a hunch.
'When you come in, it's up to you, but not when you go out. You'll be a good sacrifice. Whoo-hoo.' She seemed to say.
The little kid!
‘...I think there's something wrong.'
As soon as he thought of it, the Count picked up a contract from somewhere and pushed it in front of him.
The wizard was a little scared. He wanted to run away.
***
The next day, the weather was very clear. I felt the warmth of spring, as if yesterday's snow were a lie.
Irene, who woke up in the morning, naturally thought of the little snowman she had made yesterday.
‘Really, whatever your wish is, it's the other way around.' Benjamin said he hoped Irene's snowman would not melt for a long time.
However, since the sun was shining brilliantly, all the snowmen must have begun to melt down by now.
The scarf sellers would be delighted, and pick up the damp scarves that fell on the floor to dry them against the sun. They would then sell the same scarves the next winter. Of course, the method itself is cheaper than ordering new ones.
‘What a fantastic business.'
To be able to retrieve and resell items once sold.
Well, they still had to make a living, so I can understand.
Anyway, it was a little sad that the snowmen melted. They were cute.
"Lady, is it true that you're taking classes today?" Beth brought Irene milk as she asked.
Irene gulped down the milk. She was at the point of exhilaration.
"Yes, that’s right."
"It was real."
The wizard teacher said, "I hate children", but yesterday afternoon, he still went to Benjamin's room and taught all his classes.
"I don't know what class they had yesterday, but the atmosphere was very harsh." Beth carefully conveyed the rumors among the maids.
"Was it harsh?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"So."
Beth coughed for a moment and said with a full face of ridicule. "Wahahahaha, you can't solve this easy problem? That is very funny!"
Beth's face, when she finished acting, returned to its usual appearance. In a flash, Beth... A scary person...!
"The same sound was heard every 10 minutes from Benjamin's room."
Uh, well, should the first thing be to praise Beth’s acting skills, or should the first thing be to be surprised at the teacher’s great way of teaching?
No, it was another matter that Irene is worried about right now.
"I hope my brother doesn't get hurt."
"He’s not someone who gets hurt easily."
Since Beth knew Benjamin, she knows that he was probably looking for a way to press the wizard down by now.
Of course, the Benjamin in Irene’s mind was completely different.
"Why does the teacher say such harsh words to someone with a tender heart like brother?"
“…”
"What if my brother became upset and wept tears?"
Of course, Beth knew it wouldn't happen.
Benjamin would have already arranged about thirty ways to effectively take revenge against the teacher.
Of course, if she told Irene about that, it was obvious she wouldn't believe it.
That's why Beth skillfully switched topics. "Anyway, the teacher is waiting in front of the lady's room. You should hurry up."
"What?"
Irene quickly checked her watch. It was eight in the morning. Why did he come so early?
"Tell him to come in first."
"But you're in your pajamas."
"That doesn't mean he can stand in front of the door indefinitely."
"Still."
"It's okay. I've seen him sleep outdoors while covered in newspapers."
Beth didn't seem to want to, yet she opened the door and let the wizard in.
"Hello, teacher." Irene hurried ahead and said hello first.
“I came.”
Irene shook his hand and smiled as he greeted her simply.
"Is there a hairbrush in the teacher's room?"
"Why?"
"Well, your hair is all messed up again today."
"Maybe there is. I didn't look for it. It's annoying to brush it." He ruffled his hair.
The blue strands became even more dishevelled.
"But doesn’t the class start at nine o’clock?"
"I came because Lady Kid was said to wake up at 8 o'clock.”
"Lady Kid?"
"You, little girl."
'Oh, you called me Kid...!' Irene was quite thrilled.
