Oh? Ah, right... You came late and haven't been assigned a mentor yet.
This short, balding old professor hesitated when he heard that and rubbed his chin. "Aren't you going with Professor Moriarty?"
The moment he heard that, Iver knew that the professor must have some difficulty.
Because Iver was extremely confident.
He had performed very well, and Professor Bard's obvious fondness for him was plain to see. He had definitely maxed out his favorability, and it might not even be impossible for him to be invited as a teaching assistant.
It was only taking on a student. That was much easier than finding a teaching assistant.
—If he had been a little more socially astute, Iver should have smoothly changed the subject at this point.
But once Iver set his sights on something, he would not let go easily.
He was very greedy. If something had already been delivered to his mouth and he could get it with a little effort, why would he spit it back out?
"...Because I feel that wouldn't be good. It wouldn't sound good if people found out... The other students would always keep some distance from me."
Iver pulled over the blanket meant to keep him warm and covered his knees.
He placed both hands on his legs, leaned forward slightly, and said politely and earnestly, "It's like my older brother Edward. He didn't even enter the Royal Law University back then, for the same reason.
"I believe that in an environment like school, being too close to one's family and relatives isn't a good thing. It isn't conducive to personal growth and development, and it's also easy to have conflicts with people one knows."
"...That's true."
Professor Bard nodded slightly in agreement. "Besides, James has taken a long leave of absence and