graduates and new students

Gentlemen, as of this day, you are graduating from the Institute of the Wise. An old man, who looks like a magician, is giving a speech on the stage. The graduates listening to his speech seemed to be bored. Or perhaps he is just as he seems. It is a given that this kind of pompous old man with a long beard is usually a dirty old man who sexually harasses his pretty secretary at every opportunity. So here we are. As your parting gift, I\'ve decided to ask the best bard in King\'s Landing, or rather in the country, to compose a poem for you. Then, the old skeevy man revealed his true nature and grinned. The air in the hall changed dramatically when a beautiful dark elf woman appeared on the stage. \'Haa~ I knew it .......\' Sylvia sighs offstage as she watches her mother sing enthusiastically. There is only one bard, such as the best bard in King\'s Landing, that that skeevy old man would get excited about. Argerin\'s voice, accompanied by the music of her lute, seems to echo not only throughout the school, but throughout King\'s Landing. And, for some reason, legions of birds are soaring in the sky, and colorful flowers are blooming in every corner of the school grounds out of season. Also, using some kind of weird magic. Clunky Dark Elf ・・・・・・・\" The graduates, whether moved by Argerin\'s voice or by the realization that they were graduating, were everywhere hugging each other, Underclassmen and women, men and women, couples alike, ....... \"The school or ......, it\'s a good one. I\'ve never attended .......\" After the performance, Argerin murmured, \"Old Suleiman. Old Suleiman. I have a small favor to ask you: .......\" Suleiman, the dirty old man who was spoken to by a beautiful dark elf woman, his smirk intensified, But Argerin, with his natural longevity and natural beauty, does not care. He was not concerned. \"......\" The brown beauty asks the old man in a whisper, \"What\'s the matter? What\'s the matter with you? Why don\'t you ask Sylvia to teach you? I don\'t like the idea of having Sylvia teach me. ...... I\'ll show you how to do it. I\'m going to show you how to do it,\" she said! Skeevishji......, Old Sulaiman! A week later, after the entrance ceremony. \"Koo-oh-la! What did you do to that clunker? You Skeezy old man! Shouting a similar phrase, Sylvia burst into the headmaster\'s office.