We’ll have to rewrite the report.

Two students guarding the entrance to the student guidance office.

A stern atmosphere was felt from their well-postured stance, but even that quickly softened as I approached.

“It’s been a while, Teacher. Have you been well?”

“We’re always indebted to you.”

“It’s not that much. I’m just doing what a teacher should do.”

“Even so, you’re about the only one in this school who understands the hardships of our members.”

“Thanks to you, I’m relieved to hear that our members are comfortable in the infirmary. Ah, but please don’t treat them too kindly, as it might loosen discipline.”

“…Hehe.”

Really, I wonder why these kids treat me with such respect.

Well, isn’t it rude to refuse kindness?

“You have business with the head, right? He’s dealing with something right now, but you can go right in.”

“The head will surely be glad to see you.”

Thinking ‘good is good’, they cleared the way for me to enter the student guidance office.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw a place where every piece of furniture was well-arranged. It was a place focused on discipline and dignity rather than extravagance, but the weapon hanging on the wall particularly caught my eye.

The widely opened muzzle looked like what’s commonly called a ‘blunderbuss’.

From what I’ve heard from the student guidance members who occasionally visit the infirmary, it’s one of the self-defense weapons that the head of student guidance had ordered through his family’s help, following my advice.

Come to think of it, the Smith family switched from weapons dealing to toy manufacturing after the war ended, which might explain why the design looks somewhat toy-like.

“Teacher Seine, is it?”

Hearing a voice, I immediately took my eyes off the wall and slowly looked around the room.

A young man in a white uniform sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed. His face, facing three students sitting opposite him, wore a grim expression.

Waden Smith. A second-year high school student and the current head of student guidance at Maris.

However, contrary to what the student guidance members guarding the entrance had said, the atmosphere of his interview wasn’t very good…

Ah, right, this was his usual personality.

He’s just serious about everything, and I thought something had happened again.

“I’d like to offer you tea right away, but the situation isn’t good right now. The report writing will be finished soon, so could you wait for a moment?”

“Ah, sure. If it’s just for a moment.”

“Yes, then I’ll guide you this way.”

Another student guidance member guided me in place of the head who was still fixated on his gaze.

A high school girl with distinctive freckles, her face had a bright atmosphere unlike Waden.

Litova Landert, the vice-head of student guidance.

The tense atmosphere I felt when I first met her was completely gone as she faced me.

“It’s been a while, Teacher. Have you been well?”

“I’m just the same as usual. You must be having a hard time looking after the head of student guidance.”

“Ehehe, it’s my job.”

As I was thinking how good it was to see her like this, Litova was writing something on the documents in her hand.

Given that they mentioned report writing, it seemed she was drafting documents based on the head’s interrogation.

“So you’re saying there was no damage at all?”

“That’s right. We just had an accident while playing around… Is this going to result in disciplinary action?”

“…If there’s no victim, it could end as a light prank. You can rest assured that there won’t be any record if you write an apology letter. Still, be careful not to let this happen again in the future.”

“Of course~ We’re not troublemakers, why would we do this twice?”

The student confidently receiving Waden’s interrogation had sharp eyes and a high nose. Judging by the ring on his hand, he seemed closer to royalty than nobility.

While nobles usually have their symbols unified in one color, the pattern engraved on that ring represented both the structure and colors of the national flag they belonged to.

Then, are the ones on either side children of nobles from the same country?

“Um, but is it really okay?”

“The prince said it’s fine. Why do you keep worrying?”

Students whispering anxiously and students talking confidently.

It seemed they had caused some kind of accident while hanging out together, but seeing that Waden’s side wasn’t asking for any particular responsibility, it seemed to be flowing smoothly overall.

“Are you curious about what happened?”

“Ah well, I’m just a bit concerned since I’m just standing here. Did they break a window or something as a prank?”

“Ahaha, Teacher~ How could that be? How many people in this academy could break a window even as a prank in the first place?”

Oh, right. That’s true.

I do know one person who breaks things every day, but let’s consider that person an exception.

“Well, it’s nothing much, they just threw a flowerpot out the window while playing around.”

“Ah, I see, a flowerpot… What?”

Just as I was about to brush it off while chatting.

I unconsciously expressed doubt at the answer and looked back at Litova.

“They threw a flowerpot, those kids?”

“Y-Yes. They said it happened while they were just playing around…”

“…Can I check the report?”

“Huh? Ah, yes. Here you go.”

Fortunately, Litova didn’t hesitate to hand over the documents in her hand.

Thinking it’s fortunate that I gained some goodwill from the student guidance today, I immediately started scanning the contents of the document.

Detailed contents written down.

Among them were not only the records of this interrogation but also records written while investigating the scene, along with testimonies from students.

They were playing lightly with magic in the classroom, blowing wind, when the power became too strong and a flowerpot flew out of the open window.

However, fortunately, there was no one where the flowerpot fell, and this is confirmed as fact as all witnesses at the scene give consistent testimony. If there’s no victim, they plan to let it pass as a mistake without any particular disciplinary action…

Yes, up to this point, it’s just a light happening that can be overlooked.

If there hadn’t been bloodstains left at the scene.

“I’ll ask one last time…”

Was Waden also concerned about that part?

As the interrogation was nearing its end, he quietly asked the students with shadowed eyes while adjusting the brim of his cap.

“When we investigated the scene, there were some bloodstains visible there, were those yours?”

“Th-That…”

“Yes, we bled while cleaning up.”

The student of royal descent confidently spoke, overshadowing the flustered student.

Seeing how he raised his nose even while answering, he seemed quite relaxed. As if he thought he could brush off the current situation as insignificant.

“You cleaned up the traces of the accident yourself… Didn’t you have someone do it for you?”

“Unfortunately, we can’t bring servants to this academy. Even royalty should take responsibility for accidents they cause themselves. Look, there’s even a bandage on my hand, see?”

The bandage wrapped around the hand he raised.

If that was an injury sustained while cleaning up the flowerpot, it would sufficiently explain the bloodstains left at the scene.

“Teacher.”

Was there still doubt remaining?

Soon, Waden pressed down his cap and quietly said as he turned to me.

“Could you check this child’s hand?”

“Me?”

“Yes, if a student is injured, it would be better for you to check.”

“…Alright.”

How could I refuse such a logical request?

I was also quite concerned after seeing the contents of the report.

As I approached and grasped his hand, confusion burst from the royal boy’s mouth.

“Huh? Wait. What…”

“Don’t be flustered. There’s nothing strange about a health teacher looking at an injury, right?”

By the way, excuses like ‘How dare you touch the royal body’ don’t work at all in this academy.

If it were a commoner student, they might naturally be intimidated, but I’m in the position of a teacher even if I’m of commoner origin.

Even if it seems questionable, if you push through without backing down, students can’t really resist.

Of course, if the teacher side uses violence, the situation would be reversed, but isn’t the head of student guidance watching me now?

“…As I thought.”

With such help, as I unwrapped the bandage on his hand, I saw a clean hand without a single wound revealed to my eyes.

A delicate hand that looks incapable of even attempting to clean up shattered flowerpot pieces.

“Having a bandage wrapped despite no injury. What could this mean?”

“W-Well, after cleaning up, we went down to the city and got help from believers.”

“Haha, the wound healed with Holy Power but you still kept the bandage on? Moreover, instead of coming straight to the infirmary, you deliberately went down to the city?”

“I’m just more comfortable with the believer I always rely on. And, w-who knows what might happen? The wound might seem healed but suddenly start bleeding…”

“No, that’s not possible. Holy Power healing applies equally to both external and internal injuries.”

If a wound that seemed fine suddenly bursts open, it means the inside is damaged, not the skin.

But such a state usually manifests as bruising at least, and even if not, Holy Power healing doesn’t discriminate between external and internal at all in the first place.

If the treatment was enough to erase the wound, the internal injury would naturally have disappeared as well.

As someone of royal descent, he must have used Holy Power frequently, so he couldn’t possibly not know this fact.

“Head of student guidance. When you investigated, were there any other incidents of throwing flowerpots out the window?”

“No, there was only one today. Such incidents rarely happen on other days as well.”

His two eyes, shadowed by his cap, gradually opened sharply.

“Do you know something?”

“Yes, a student was brought in. You know Beans Jogret, right?”

“…I see, I understand.”

You figured it out as soon as you heard the name.

Well, to be the head of student guidance, one needs to have that level of perception.

“W-Wait a minute, Head. What do you understand?”

“It’s simple. This incident wasn’t an accident but intentional, and everyone watching at the scene colluded to hide the incident.”

Waden immediately answered the vice-head’s words and stared at the problem student.

“Given who the target was, they probably thought they could do anything as long as we didn’t find out.”

The little one was shrinking as if hit right on the mark.

He probably thought he could get away with it perfectly, but coincidentally, there were two variables in this situation that he hadn’t considered.

The first variable was that the student who took Beans, who should have been left abandoned with everyone silent, was Dale.

No one in this school would dare to carelessly interfere with that child, known as the worst troublemaker in the school, taking Beans away.

Of course, even the teachers distrust that child, so they wouldn’t listen to whatever he said.

As that perception extended to Beans as well, they probably judged that even if she was taken to a teacher for recovery, they could somewhat cover up the incident.

It just so happened that the health teacher of this academy wasn’t me, someone with different values from the people of this world.

If it wasn’t the student guidance department that absolutely follows principles when it comes to punishment, regardless of such perceptions.

“…We’ll have to rewrite the report from the beginning.”

-Rip.

The moment a single sheet of screen blocking the view disappeared.

As the targeted student’s body shrank, Waden quietly spoke to them with his hands clasped in front.

“First-year student Garbage Trish. Did you intentionally throw a flowerpot at Beans Jogret?”

“Th-That…”

“The right to remain silent is not allowed. Also, keep in mind that if you retract your previous false report, it could lead to additional punishment.”

If one denies their crime with evidence tampering and perjury on top, there would be no room to judge for any possibility of remorse.

As it’s essentially ‘attempted murder’, even a single incident could lead to expulsion, the maximum punishment.

For those of noble birth who know honor, the disgrace of being expelled from this academy would be something to avoid at all costs.

“I’ll give you one last chance before we start reinvestigating. First-year student Garbage Trish, did you throw the flowerpot at student Beans with malicious intent?”

“……”