Farming Life in Another World

-POV of a certain academy teacher-

It is currently winter at the Gullgald Noble Academy and it’s quiet.

From afar, the echoes of magical explosions can be heard but it’s quiet.

The school buildings trembled from the vibration from a distance but it’s quiet.

And there was the principal, sprinting and shouting, yet it’s quiet.

…

Yes, when it was quiet, it was truly quiet!

-0-

I am one of the teachers of the Gullgald Noble Academy in the royal capital

My subject? Etiquette.

Honestly speaking, my class wasn’t the most popular.

After all, this was a noble academy—a place where most students hailed from noble families or had close ties to them.

Hence, before entering the academy, they had already mastered the basics of proper etiquette.

What is there to learn about etiquette now?

I can only nod in agreement.

But.

Yes, but.

Even if they’ve mastered the basics, does that mean they’ve truly delved into the intricacies of etiquette?

There’s still much to learn.

Indeed.

I wanted to convey this message.

And so, I did.

Here’s how the students reacted when they heard me.

「Sensei, you’re fussing over the tiniest details. 」

……….

Isn’t that what etiquette is all about?

It’s not just about being meticulous.

Ah, well, well.

The Demon King’s Kingdom is a place where the top is determined by merit.

It is quite tolerant when it comes to etiquette.

A little too loose.

It has a mentality of not offending other parties as much as possible.

After all, Demon King’s Kingdom etiquette evolved from the necessity of negotiating with ancient devils and dragons.

It’s far from perfect, of course.

Yet precisely because of that, I believe we must strive to master it…

Forcing it upon them won’t lead to true understanding.

The eagerness to learn—that’s what matters.

Yes.

If you have that attitude, I’ll accept you as my student, no matter what your background is.

Oh, yes, it was about eighty years ago now…

In the quiet halls of our academy, there existed a student who left an indelible mark upon me.

He was an Ogre—a young man who couldn’t even speak common language.

His parents had been forced to throw him into the academy because they had been successful in war and had gained the title of baron. He cried to me because he needed to be polite.

—in Ogre language, no less.

I must admit, I was terrified at first.

I thought I was going to be killed.

Ogres, you see, have an inherently scary faces.

But that wasn’t all—the only phrases he could utter in the common language were “die” and “f*ck you”.

It took me half a year to understand what he was trying to say but he was very patient.

I tried my best without losing it.

After I mastered Ogre language, I finally embarked on teaching him proper etiquette.

Simultaneously, I began teaching him common language.

It was no small feat.

But it paid off.

He proved exceptional.

Within two months, he was able to greet others in common language.

He can say “hello” when meeting someone and “farewell” when parting ways, both in common language.

Yeah, not noble language.

He was too young for that kind of language with all sorts of complicated meanings.

I longed to teach him more, but the war’s exigencies intervened. His parents summoned him to the battlefield.

Our acquaintance barely spanned a year, yet I prayed for his safety.

And, against my fearful expectations, he did well.

He earned the nickname: “Hello Ogre”.

Even amidst battle, he didn’t forget his manners.

It warmed my heart.

I still keep in touch with him.

I attended his wedding, and later, his daughter’s.

Perhaps next, it’ll be his granddaughter’s wedding.

The Ogre language he taught me? Incredibly useful.

-0-

Ah, but no time for nostalgia.

In this supposedly idle winter at the academy, what am I doing? Preparing for the upcoming spring classes.

Don’t question why I, in my unpopular class, need such preparation.

The school system will change a bit in the spring.

In the previous school system, students were free to choose their own classes and receive a certificate of completion for completing the assignments from that class.

If they completed three completion certificates, they could graduate.

That system remains the same but students are now required to take “General Common Language”, “Written Common Language”, and “Etiquette”.

There are no assignments in the mandatory classes but students have the opportunity to earn points for attendance and they must have at least 30 points for completion.

The school wants them to attend around ten times each, with one point for each attendance.

However, if you can just attend one 30 times and still get the points required.

That’s an obvious loophole.

Sometimes, no matter how valiantly you strive, you will overlook some things.

So, it is possible that no one will come to the “Etiquette” class but it is also possible that a lot will do.

Thus, I need to be prepared.

The reason the academy changed its system is partly due to the changes of the system of Demon King’s Kingdom itself.

Until now, the Demon King’s Kingdom has given priority to military affairs but it has been quiet for the past ten years or so.

From now on, the kingdom is going to focus on domestic politics.

Thus, the ambition—no, the hope—of the Demon King’s Kingdom is that the future nobility can hold proper conversations, read and write, and have at least the minimum level of etiquette.

It seems the civil servants of the royal capital have applied considerable pressure on the Demon King.

As part of this effort, changes were demanded to the academy.

While the academy typically does not bow to external pressures, it likely considered the future of the Demon King’s Kingdom in making these adjustments.

This change in the system isn’t a bad thing.

In fact, it’s a good thing.

However, because of this, I now have to work hard at the winter academy.

I don’t think it’s fair for only a few to bear the burden.

Sigh.

As I took a breath, there was a knock at my room door.

「Sensei, it’s time for dinner! 」

Oh, is it already that time?

I thought it was still midday just a moment ago.

During the winter, the academy has fewer students, so the cafeteria often closes.

It is also closed today.

That means we have to prepare our own meals, but in recent years, volunteers have gathered almost daily to cook for everyone.

I’m grateful for that.

Ah, of course, it’s not free.

To eat, you either have to pay for your meal, provide ingredients, or work.

I chose to work.

I made tables and chairs.

While I could borrow them if the cafeteria were open, it’s difficult when it’s closed.

I’m quite confident in my woodworking skills.

Some students even tell me they’d rather have a woodworking class from me than etiquette class.

Well, teaching woodworking at a noble academy isn’t appropriate, so I can’t do that.

In any case, since I made tables and chairs for about fifty people not long ago, I can eat until spring.

I’ll go eat without hesitation.

-0-

Yes.

It’s cold outside.

There are many bonfires near the dining area, which keeps it warm, but the wind is chilly.

Should I build a small hut for dining next?

Though that would fall under construction rather than woodworking…

But there’s nothing I can’t do.

「Sensei. Today’s meals are curry, pasta, and sandwiches. 」

The student guided me to three places where food is served.

There is a line on each of them.

The classic curry.

I hear today’s spice level is a bit on the sweet side.

The pasta has large chunks of meat in the sauce.

Looks delicious.

And then there’s the dish with ingredients sandwiched between slices of bread—sandwiches.

Apparently, there are some who want to call these sandwiches “burgers”.

As far as I’m concerned, I don’t really care what it’s called.

What I’m concerned about is the ingredients….

Fried food…tonkatsu?

A breaded cutlet soaked in a thick, dark sauce after frying!

Alright, I’ll have a sandwich today.

One—no, I’ll take two.

The student who guided me seems to have chosen a sandwich as well.

He took three.

Fufufu.

If you don’t finish all your food, you’ll be scolded.

-0-

Since we’ve been together for some time, I decided to gather around one of the bonfires with the students to share a meal.

The topic of conversation….

By the way, what was that explosion earlier?

「Earlier? Oh, that was when Kihatroy-san teased Ojess-san. It left a big hole in the grounds. The principal scolded them, and now they’re off hunting in the forest as punishment. Tomorrow’s meal should be extravagant. 」

I see.

So that was the sound from Ojess-san, an impure dragon.

……

Impure dragons are supposed to be so rare that you’d only see one flying far away once every hundred years.

Well, I guess that’s irrelevant now.

During the spring parade, there were even rarer ancient dragons alongside the impure dragons.

There were also plenty of ancient devils that were thought to be extinct.

An impure dragon wouldn’t be shocking anymore.

-0-

After we finished our meal, I decided to call it a day for work.

That sounds good.

It seems fun to think about what kind of hut to build.

As for materials… a few of the students are acting as intermediaries.

If I ask them, it should be fine.

Now, about manpower…

Even though I’m a teacher of an unpopular subject, I think a few would gather if I called for them.

Yes, this isn’t a lesson but woodworking… or rather, construction.

I might get a lot of volunteers.

-0-

Etiquette teacher.

In fact, he has published a book explaining the Ogre language.

In the Ogre tribe, there is a saying, “If you’re in trouble, you can count on sensei.”.

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