Please stop persecuting your students!

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In the west of the Oghma Mountains, on a road that was either naturally formed or opened up by generations of people, a team of hundreds of people was moving forward in an orderly manner. A group of knights in pure white armor and students in black uniforms were guarding them, and they continued to move forward while being alert to the surrounding situation.

Needless to say, they were the students of the Officer Academy who had been attacked during their outdoor course, and the knights of the Knights of Seiros who arrived only after the three prefects and the mercenary group they encountered defeated the bandits.

For some reason, the mercenary leader Geralt and his son Byleth were also mixed in the procession. One was surrounded by knights and talked about topics that only adults would talk about. The other was surrounded by a group of students headed by three prefects, chattering non-stop.

Volume 323 begins! Tianshen Primary School: Chapter Chapter The age difference in this school is a bit large

Byleth, a young man with martial arts and courage that surpass his peers in the non-commissioned officer academy, is naturally quite attractive in this world that advocates personal strength... But this is not the most important point.

What really surprised these students with extraordinary family backgrounds was the identity of the leader of the mercenary group who also had amazing martial arts skills, revealed by the knights who came later - Geralt of the Bad Blade, formerly the strongest paladin on the continent - the paladin here is different from the hammer-swinging nanny. The paladin is the kind who fights on horseback with swords and spears.

Naturally, no one could stop such a person from escaping. Twenty-one years ago, a fire broke out in Garreg Mach, and after that, Geralt, who was then the captain of the Knights Templar, had been missing. No one expected that he would be in such a place, even his son had grown up.

'But it looks like...'

Seeing Geralt and the knights walking in front of him, talking and laughing, Claude was moved and thought to himself:

"It wasn't the former leader who set the fire, was it?"

After all, the fact that the leader of the Knights Templar disappeared right after the fire was a suspicious thing in itself. When Claude first learned about this, he also suspected that the leader had been driven by some force to betray the church. But what was puzzling was that the church, which always killed rebels on the spot, only searched Garreg Mach twice out of courtesy and then gave up. Now it seems that there was indeed another hidden reason for Geralt's departure.

For example, after seeing the dark side of the church or the archbishop, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and left the house...

With this relationship, Byleth's identity becomes a little bit tricky. If it is handled well, maybe...

Although he is the heir of the Rigan family, Claude is still an outsider from the neighboring Pamella. His childhood education made him distrust the goddess and the church, and he wanted to dig out the dark side of the church. There was no chance before, but now this special Byret seems to be a new breakthrough?

"...Let's wait and see."

Claude glanced at the blond boy who was constantly demonstrating spearmanship to the son of the former Knight Commander as he walked, and heard -

Dimitri: "...Okay, this is a rough outline of the moves I came up with. How's that?"

Byleth: "Hmm... I think this is the way to go. If it were me, I would deal with it this way..."

Dimitri: "Hmm, I didn't expect there was such a big flaw. Let me think about it..."

Claude: “…”

Well, this Byleth's vision is really impeccable. He has the ability to see through any skills or martial arts at a glance. But Dimitri... did you really ask for advice along the way?

"The future king of Faerghus... so, um..."

For the sake of being classmates, Claude stopped complaining and found an opportunity to join in the conversation. The three men huddled together and looked at the only woman who came over from the other side, Edelgard, and couldn't help but frown and look away. A dark-haired man with a gloomy face and a conspirator's face who could easily scare a child came over and whispered:

"Lady Edelgard, do you need a break?"

"No...I'm fine, Hubert."

Edelgard sighed and declined her lieutenant's kindness - after all, these students were of prominent backgrounds, and the class leaders were the future rulers of their corresponding countries. It was natural for people like confidants to enroll with them. These confidants were either friends in need - such as Dimitri and his lieutenant Dedue, or people like Hubert, whose families had served the royal family for generations.

Among the students who were sixteen or seventeen years old, this guy was quite conspicuous. His twenty years old age and his inherent evil face made him look much older than the other students - although he did not care about these things.

Of course, because he was a confidant who had dedicated his life to his own masters, he naturally knew things that many students of the same grade did not know, and he also helped to take care of many things. It is difficult to explain in detail what they were, so to briefly summarize...

He is Edelgard's top military advisor, and also works part-time as her 'white glove'... After all, she is a trusted confidant, so it is only natural for her to do some of the dirty work.

For example, he was involved in Edelgard's recruitment of bandits this time. He knew about the other identities of his lords and the 'long-term partner', so he couldn't help but feel a little worried. The attack failed and they were beaten instead. The church also found the leader of the Knights Templar who had been missing for many years, which greatly increased the church's strength. Who knows how that group of people will make things difficult for their lord next.

After all, judging from the power in the hands of his lord at this stage, he is absolutely weaker than that group of "collaborators". I am afraid that only when Edelgard officially inherits the throne in the future, eliminates the follow-up effects of the "Rebellion of the Seven Nobles", and unites the power of the empire, will it be possible to barely be on par with that group of people.

And this is exactly why they chose Edelgard. They valued her future and invested in it. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are Party A's father. Her life will not be threatened, but she will inevitably suffer a lot of humiliation.

For the future monarch of the empire, just imagining such a thing is a great shame.

However, Edelgard didn't seem to care much about this matter. She glanced at the other three people - mainly staring at Byleth, her eyes becoming more and more complicated.

As for the other two... No, Dimitri is sincere. After all, he is a simple-minded person with only one mind. She can't tell what Claude is planning. In short, she really wants him to join the empire.

Unfortunately, his father has that kind of relationship with the church, I'm afraid such a person would also...

Let's not talk about his martial arts, just his vision. He can easily teach Dimitri about spearmanship. If he is placed in any place where he can display his talents, he will be a terrifying machine for producing generals...

"No, we can't jump to conclusions yet. We still have time, and we can wait and see..."

She didn't want the situation to develop to the point where she would have to kill this 'lifesaver', so she could still try harder and fight for it.

What if that was all he was capable of? What if he didn't join the monastery? It's all possible, isn't it?

The white-haired princess raised her head, her eyes shining again, and looked towards the fortress that appeared on the mountain road ahead. After resting here and changing horses, they will rush back to the monastery at full speed, and it is expected that... they will arrive tomorrow morning!

Volume 324 begins! Tianshen Primary School: Chapter Chapter Do you dare to accept my call of "Mom"?

In the outer city of the monastery, among the European-style residential buildings, a figure was moving quickly across the rooftops.

The spiritual power wrapped around the body surface not only served as a cover to conceal the figure, but also reduced the weight of the body to an extremely low level. With the spiritual power accumulated and exploding behind the heels, it pushed this 1.8-meter-tall young man to move quickly on the house.

The only problem is that although the weight reduction has greatly reduced the consumption of spiritual energy, a slightly stronger gust of wind will cause Saki's new route to be greatly affected, like a balloon. Fortunately, he can be pulled back by speed, so it would not have much impact, but...

Snap~!

Several red tiles were crushed to pieces by Saki's feet as he suddenly stopped. The spiritual energy surging around him gradually calmed down. He stared at the bustling crowd below with his green eyes, revealing a bit of helplessness.

"I lost him, indeed."

Although he himself did not have much experience in this matter, the other party had been lurking in Garreg Mach for more than twenty years and was most likely an important boss.

That's twenty years! Although this world is a little bit more special than the regular Middle Ages, with special things like magic and martial arts, but because of big and small things, the average life span of "humans" is probably only about 70 or 80 years old. How terrifying is it to spend a quarter of your life lurking? How terrifying is the other party's plan!

So, it was understandable that he lost me. How could such a person not have some skills? He was fine in the inner city, but once he left the inner city, his two short legs were whirring. I thought I was watching a funny cartoon from more than ten years ago. He slid left and right in the crowd and disappeared in a few seconds.

"He's clearly an old man... No, maybe his appearance is also a disguise, right?"

Saki shook his head, and before the owner of the house came up to curse at him, he lost some weight again, then kicked his feet and floated towards the inner city.

I thought I could catch the plot of this world and this continent in one go - or the tail of the general trend, but it turns out that we cannot take it lightly. I can only hope that Red Yama can bring good news.

No matter what, Red Enma is a Heroic Spirit. Although she is not one of the top ones, she is still a powerful being who can increase her speed to dozens of Mach in an instant...

Of course, there are always people who are better than you. Compared to the Saint Seiya next door who can punch at the speed of light when there is a disagreement, this speed is definitely not enough, but at least in this world, no one should be able to match her speed...

Well, I can't say for sure. After all, even the terrifying thing of time reversal has appeared. Who knows if there will be some weird things... But this matter cannot be generalized. Neither the Nether Realm nor the Fire Emblem has the kind of serious level and growth tree that allows people to climb step by step. It has a complete system, and the opening of abilities is more casual.

For example, Nia can directly control cell regeneration, and Zhen can control elementary particles within a certain range.

The same is true if we expand the scope. The Kuro Quede who can run back and forth between the two worlds and split into three after death can't even resurrect a single person. Other places may not be good at fighting, but they are better than anyone else at resurrection. The ease with which they do this can make the good and bad guys who have worked hard to resurrect someone vomit blood in anger, which fully shows that one world cannot be generalized to another.

Therefore, we must abandon the habit formed after reading certain novels for so many years. For example, this person can pause/reverse time, that person can control elementary particles, and if they can do such things, then other aspects are naturally no problem, so they are invincible. This kind of inertial thinking must be abandoned, even if these two types are really invincible.

Anyway, let's hold on to this thought and wait for good news from Red Yama.

Before Saki could finish comforting himself, he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder while flying in the air. The red kimono blocked half of his vision, and a childish voice sounded in his ears:

"Lost."

"...Okay, it seems like you have some skills."

This situation was also within Saki's expectations. After all, he had the same rating as the protagonist Kanat next door. In a world where magic and martial arts existed, he still had some skills. Moreover, as he said just now, in a world where points were not added step by step, who knows what strange abilities would emerge.

Maybe he is the kind of person who is weak in strength, but has the best attributes in lurking and escaping? The longer he lives, the more chances he has to cause trouble! It makes sense.

As for the fact that Thomas was missing... or more precisely Zoro's whereabouts, Saki had nothing to be disappointed about. He was obviously trying to meet someone and had run away without knowing that his identity had been exposed to a few nosy aliens in a particularly bizarre way. Although he didn't know what his purpose was, he would return to Garreg Mach sooner or later, so there was plenty of time to deal with him.

Saki quickly adjusted his mentality, turned his head to look at the Red Enma who was sitting quietly on his right shoulder like Uncle B, with a well-behaved look but no intention of getting down. Saki, who was far from that muscular mountain in size, scratched his head and had to wrap the two of them with his spiritual power and ran towards the inner city wall.

After returning to the city, he did not go to talk to Lysitia, but went straight back to his students' room. One of them sat on the cushion and drank tea quietly, while the other one stared at the contents of the Book of Shadows that he had taken earlier with his mobile phone. He held a few red light balls in his right hand and pondered some interesting offensive spells in the room.

Five or six scarlet balls of light flickered in his hands, sometimes larger and sometimes smaller. When they were large, they could expand to the size of a human head, and the temperature in the entire room would instantly soar by more than 20 degrees. When they were small, they could be compressed to the size of a ping-pong ball, and the whole thing turned bright white, with only a few deep red, dust-like spots of light drifting on the surface. The peculiar fluctuations made Red Yama glance sideways, and it looked very interesting.

The two of them spent the entire afternoon in the room, and fell asleep early like they did yesterday. They stayed there safely until nine o'clock the next day, when the three of them, who were ready to go, were swallowed up by the dark green wormhole and disappeared from this world.

At the same time, at the gate of the Garreg Mach Monastery, a group of people, escorted by a group of knights, who had been marching for more than a day, finally returned to the school. Byleth, who had just arrived, looked around at this holy place that had only existed in other people's conversations. His gaze suddenly moved upwards and met the gaze of a beautiful woman with long light green hair, exuding a wonderful maternal and gentle aura, who was standing in the hall facing the gate.

The young man's heart was not much moved, but the woman's eyes became more and more gentle, and she even wanted to call her mother...

The second volume begins! Tianshen Primary School: Chapter 325 Chapter Let's play Werewolf together①

Familiar sunshine, buildings, familiar people, and the air that is obviously a few degrees colder than the other worlds...

Saki couldn't help but stretch, which attracted Nia's attention. She asked in confusion:

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just feel more comfortable staying in a place I'm familiar with...it's just a little small."

"Little... indeed..."

Nia's mouth twitched, and then she hugged her head, looked at the incongruous arena in front of her, and smiled:

“But I think being small also has its advantages~”

"How to say?"

"Hmm... pretty cozy?"

The girl paused, then looked at Saki and asked a question that all the boys and girls around her were very concerned about:

"So what class are we having today? Is the teacher going to teach fighting lessons as well?"

"Hong is here, so I don't need to worry about that."

"That..."

"The details are confidential, but, um..."

After a brief thought, Saki chuckled:

"Is it a game?"

Everyone: "?"

"game?!"

The eyes of several little ones lit up. Compared with the relatively rigid subjects such as language and math classes, this made them more interested. Only Lysitia frowned and wanted to ask for leave to go to the library.

"game..."

Recalling the TV in Saki's room, Lex's face suddenly turned ugly. The graphics and operation feel of these games were much better than the game console in Tiger's house, but they were still quite difficult for him. Even the space battleship game that Saki and Nia played, where half of the time was spent running away or fighting beyond visual range, he could still be defeated before leaving the novice village within 15 minutes of the opening.

Should I say that he is not good at it, or is he very talented in committing suicide? In short, Lex is not good at this kind of game that requires a controller or something like that. When he heard that Saki was going to use it as a teaching content, he couldn't help but glance at Homura who was standing aside and acting as if nothing had happened.

He doesn't really want to embarrass himself in front of his sweetheart for more than 40 minutes... But games in virtual space don't require controllers, so it should be okay, right?

This simple sentence caused a wave of ripples in the hearts of the students. Some were simply happy or worried, and some were at the second level, guessing that the game Saki mentioned was probably not that simple, so they secretly raised their vigilance and entered the simulation space on the second floor of the gymnasium one after another. Saki operated it, and the wilderness in front of them was replaced by an ordinary cabin.

A simple wooden house built by a hunter or similar person in the deep mountains and forests. There is a stone fireplace on the wall, and several burning firewoods are burning in the fireplace. The wind is blowing outside the cabin, and looking out through the window, one can only see the white snow howling in the wind.

Snowstorm, cabin, lit fireplace... a pretty standard setting for a murder or ghost movie. That being said, after acquiring spiritual power, the group of people present were basically able to beat up conventional ghosts - Satoko and Funicia also successfully entered the world when they returned to their own world and last night, respectively. The only one who has not yet mastered spiritual power is Hana.

In the middle of the wooden house, there was a large round table. The thirteen students, except Saki, sat around the table. Their eyes fell on Saki, who was constantly operating the light screen. Saki held a stack of cards in his hand and coughed pretentiously:

"Well, let me first give you a brief introduction to this game."

"The name of the game is... Werewolf."

"Wolf..."

"people..."

"...kill?"

"Why do you want to say it separately?"

"...The rules are simple."

Saki spread his hands, and the stack of cards in his hand flew out one by one, floating up and down in front of him, facing the students. Each card had a very strange pattern drawn on it. Although it was strange, the characteristics were very obvious.

Four black-haired, red-eyed werewolves, four ragged farmers, and five humans dressed differently.

There are wizards holding crystal balls, heavily armored knights holding large shields, hunters carrying shotguns, witches making strange potions, and a... manic pink-eye patient?

"In this game, each of you will be given one of the following thirteen identities at the beginning, and then... fight with each other through language!"

......

Werewolf.

This is a game that is not unfamiliar to modern people. Players with different identities are divided into two positions. Players on the werewolf position need to kill some good people with specific identities (killing the side) or all good people to win. The good side needs to determine the identity of the werewolf under the interference of the werewolf, and vote the werewolf out through a referendum once in each round before their side is defeated to win. In this process, both sides will constantly intrigue through verbal skills, suppress each other with superb expression skills, keenly capture the loopholes in the other party's words and pursue them relentlessly, judge the possible identity of the other party through the tone of the other party, and use the identity of the hook to confuse the audience...

All in all, it is a good game that tests observation, logical thinking, expression, deception and other abilities, and can be regarded as a boon to social phobia.