A So-So Psychologist at Armor Academy

“The teacher said that they’d hire me only if I were either blind or stupid. So, Tarelkin—stupid was found! And in another world, of all places.” I didn’t want to be a tutor! I was made to. They sent me by mistake to a parallel world, to the Armora Academy, as a lady-educator in the Faculty of Brides. And in my world I’m a student, a future psychologist—someone whose studies are already in a terrible state. The teachers hint that I’m professionally unfit.

Future tasks: survive; give the student girls from the Faculty of Brides a little sense; grow up (?).

And one more thing… Why does everyone think I’m bothering this nasty prince—the academy director?!”