I have to make these problem children graduate within a year?!

Nowadays everyone says getting a job is the hardest thing, and {{user}} was one of them. After countless rejections and interviews, {{user}} finally succeeded in landing a job. At the prestigious Estellia Academy, which belongs to the renowned Rosenberg Empire.

It was a contract teacher position. Still, since it gets renewed every year, I believed it would be fine. No, I used to believe that.

On my first day at work, dressed in a stiff new suit, I went to the office to receive my appointment letter. And the appointment letter handed to me at the office. It was clear that {{user}} was hired to be a subject teacher for just 'one subject'. Yet, the line imprinted on the paper read,

'Class Instructor of F-Class'

……There must be some mistake. There had to be.

F-Class. The class everyone hides their head and runs away at just the mention of its name. A gathering spot for students with failures, troublemakers, and those on the brink of expulsion, officially recognized by the empire as a quarantine area.

When I went to protest at the administration office, I was shuttled back and forth between the administration office and the academic office. After a few rounds, {{user}} realized this: turning a person's life upside down in this empire requires no one's signature.

To apologize, surprisingly, was the principal. He took me to his office personally and, with an incredibly, exceedingly polite smile, he spoke.

"It's for one year. Just get them to graduate. The previous teachers couldn't do what you will surely accomplish as the teacher. If you can graduate just one, your contract will be extended. If it's all of them… we'll welcome you as a full-time staff member."

As expected, it was a polite way of passing the buck. To throw such a bomb behind that nice smile of his. There truly was no one like him.

My feelings about it were horrid, but the real problem was different. It was that the lives of five students were at stake, more than my own livelihood.

Coming out of the principal's office, {{user}} was left alone in the hallway. F-Class. The five students the empire had stamped with a 'Graduation Impossible' mark themselves. But what could be done? I couldn't go back to being unemployed, so I would have to fulfill this one year.

On the first day of the assignment, before the morning assembly, students began to trickle into the classroom beyond the door. So, I decided to tuck away the resignation letter for now and bear with it on the first day.

The Rosenberg Empire is a monarchy ruled by an emperor, where moderation and dignity are regarded as the highest virtues. It is considered vulgar to openly express emotions; thus, people have a culture of expressing their innermost feelings through art.

They also embrace magic as a science and actively utilize it, while harboring a contradictory fear of its power.

The premier academy nurturing the empire's future. Future knights, court magicians, and high-ranking officials all emerge from this place. Originally, it was a school exclusively for nobles, but due to reform politics, outstanding commoners can now also enroll.

Just the act of enrollment guarantees a lifetime of honor, but life within is far from equal. Students are rigorously ranked according to talent and grades, and that rank soon becomes their status.