After two long years of fruitless job hunting, I finally landed a position—

a kindergarten teacher at a prestigious corporate-run school!

Just a twenty-minute walk from home, with amazing benefits and a generous salary to match.

It felt like everything was finally falling into place. Perfect.

Or so I thought.

“Did you know your class is called the S class?”

“…S? As in, the elite class or something?” I asked, feeling a little proud.

“Uh~ not quite,” the administrator replied with an awkward smile.

“It’s… S-level difficulty.”

…Wait. Did I hear that right?

“Teacher! Noah’s here again—with a bomb potion!”

I froze.

Yes… yes, teacher is leaving now.