The brave Simmel wants to resign

"it is good."

Simmel readily agreed.

Some were even eager to try.

At this moment, his physical age was exactly at the point when he had just embarked on his journey as a hero.

Sixteen years old

It just so happens that they are in their first year of high school.

Speaking of which...

Actually, I never went to school.

Chapter 9 First Mission

After the interview, the two little ones were taken to class by Moth.

There's only a fine line between a sorcerer and a curse master, and Moth, a teacher, also hopes for less chaos in the world, even if it means working overtime.

Thus, a non-existent 'elementary school class' appeared at the Spellcasting Academy.

Simmel, on the other hand, enrolled as a first-year high school student.

"Then, I'll introduce you to your classmates."

The interview venue was the central dojo of the college. As soon as he came out, Xinmeier saw Xia Youjie leaning against a pillar, smiling at him.

I always felt there was something hidden in that smile.

Simmel had some doubts, but she followed anyway.

Sixteen-year-old Simmel is 175cm tall, which is quite a contrast to Xia Youjie, who is 185cm tall, but Xia Youjie doesn't look down on her at all.

Although Simmel was always laughing and joking, her way of speaking and her logic were too mature, which made this high school sophomore, who also considered himself mature, very uncomfortable.

The two walked side by side, the pillars along the way casting patches of shadow that fell intermittently on their faces, creating an unpredictable interplay of light and shadow.

"Simmel, were you serious about what you just said?"

"Hmm? Ah... Ah—that."

Xia Youjie suddenly spoke up, and it took Xinmeier a moment to understand what he meant.

He was probably referring to Simmel's answers during the interview, meaning he was also listening in on the interview.

With his five senses, Simmel could certainly clearly perceive the existence of things around him, but he did not sense Xia Youjie's presence.

That probably means that a spirit capable of transmitting hearing and vision was placed in the dojo.

(The spell manipulation technique is really convenient.)

"Yes, of course I'm serious."

Xinmeier smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents. Xia Youjie glanced at the person beside him, feeling a lump in his throat but not knowing why.

"Wouldn't that be too tiring?"

"Yes, but it's my responsibility."

What kind of mindset led you to say such a thing? — This is clearly what you really think, but Simmel is the sublimation of human heroic spirit, so from that perspective, the other party is indeed qualified.

On the contrary, it was myself.

What exactly is being expressed by asking this question?

Perhaps this is not an inquiry, but rather... a complaint.

"Um....."

Ta-da.

Lost in thought, Xia Youjie suddenly noticed the footsteps beside him had stopped, so he stopped and turned around to look.

"What's wrong?"

He looked at Simmel.

At this moment, the sun was rising in the east, and the sunlight slanted in. The carved wooden pillar blocked the light, casting a faint shadow on Xia Youjie.

Meanwhile, Simmel, who was a step behind, was exposed to the sunlight and quietly watched Xia Youjie.

Upon hearing the question, Simmel spoke.

"Do not."

"I was just thinking."

"It seems that Xia Youjun has misunderstood something."

Simmel's eyes held a strange hint of reluctance as she softly spoke to Xia Youjie.

"Summer Oil Guy".

"In my eyes, you're still a child."

Xia Youjie: "......!"

My mood progressed.

This dialogue between the riddle-makers has a distinctly island-like feel, thus requiring further interpretation.

Xia Youjie's question, "Wouldn't that be too tiring?" was not just a literal statement.

As a self-proclaimed strong and mature person, this child actually wanted to express three layers of emotions: the most superficial layer was literal doubt, the second layer was complaint and sarcasm, and the third layer was the true meaning.

Isn't it "Are you tired?"

Instead, it was, "I'm tired."

Because he positioned himself as a strongman, or rather, an 'adult,' Xia Youjie took on too much responsibility and set very high standards for himself.

But he forgot—he wasn't an adult yet.

Simmel's words told him that in his eyes, Xia Youjie was a child who did not yet need to bear so much responsibility.

hiss--------

His complexion changed several times, turning red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, before finally returning to its original warm red, his face flushed and his lips twitching.

Finally, Xia Youjie smiled.

But this time, the smile was different from the feigned warmth of their first meeting; it carried a hint of malice.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Simmel is a Heroic Spirit, right?"

"Hmm? Yes."

Why the sudden change of topic? Simmel had a bad feeling.

"Haha, no wonder he treats everyone else like children." Xia Youjie's already small eyes became even narrower and more twisted as he laughed. "After all, he's an old man."

"......"

Suddenly, silence fell.

Hey, say something.

Hey, hey, hey.

Xia Youjie swallowed hard.

He only wanted to retaliate, but the result was unexpectedly good!

Before him, Simmel's originally kind face gradually returned to calm after hearing this, then turned to disappointment, adding a touch of grievance, and finally she turned her head away.

"Yes...yes..." Simmel said with a melancholy look in her eyes, hugging her elbows and shrugging her shoulders, "I'm getting old too..."

"Wait, wait, wait! I didn't expect it to be so effective! Hey?! You're the type who really hates being called an old man?!"

"No... I only realized this just now. Hmm, so this is what it feels like to be called an old man... I feel a little apologetic to a certain friend."

Simmel's background is somewhat grayed out, and her smile is also cold.

"Don't do this! This makes it hard for me to react!" Xia Youjie lamented.

........................

.........

In short, Xia Youjie's inner darkness was once again obscured in this way.

Mr. Simmel, on the other hand, will be a high school student for the first time at the age of seventy-six, in the body of a sixteen-year-old, and will have his own classmates.

"This is my reliable and lovable junior—Nanami Kento."

Xia Youjie intentionally or unintentionally repeated the words "junior".

"Don't say unrealistic things."

The younger colleague retorted.

Seven Seas built people.

With blond hair and mixed-race features, and deep-set features, he had a weariness in his eyes that was beyond his years. He wore a college uniform, with the collar buttoned up neatly, and stood upright.

(The atmosphere is completely different from Xia Youjun's.)

(But why do all the people with advanced sorcery look so worried?)

Watching Xia Youjie and Qi Hai bickering, Xinmei sighed – what's wrong with the adults in this world? Are they putting all the pressure on a bunch of high school students? How pathetic!

I feel he's not as responsible as the Hero of the South.

Please guide me in the future.

Thinking of this, Simmel took the lead and extended her hand to Nanami Kento.

But the latter...

He was quite particular about his words and seemed to be a very polite person, but he hesitated when faced with Simmel's overtures.

"...Ah, nice to meet you."

Although they eventually shook hands, the touch was brief, and there was absolutely no eye contact.