I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 33

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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It was time to return to the human world.

Jekkiel frowned slightly.

It was one thing for Christine to come see him off, but even her various subordinates had come to bid him farewell.

For him, who had wanted to return quietly, it was a bit of a disappointment.

Christine was the first to speak.

“Are you leaving now?”

“That’s right. This level of treatment is burdensome.”

“At times like these, I should return the words you said to me.”

Christine nodded a few times and continued.

“Because you are my fiancé.”

Saying that, she felt a bit embarrassed.

But Christine tried her best to maintain her composure.

She also observed Jekkiel’s reaction.

Since seeing Jekkiel lost in thought earlier, she also became a bit thoughtful.

-That’s a bit…

When she had demanded the engagement ring back.

Jekkiel had answered like that.

From Christine’s perspective, it was quite a significant confession, so she had thought he would naturally give it back.

But even so, he had boldly refused.

‘It must mean that he should take responsibility for his own actions.’

He might be teaching Christine in that way.

Why? Even looking at his current appearance, wasn’t he leading by example?

Wasn’t he putting in effort in the human world to keep his promise to Christine and to make amends for his past…

“Anyway, I’ll get going now.”

“Is there nothing you need to ask of me?”

If he had things to do in the human world, then the tasks in the demon realm were Christine’s responsibility.

She wanted to help as much as possible.

“Ask of you? Why would I?”

“Now we must work together.”

Chuckling, Jekkiel laughed.

“There’s no need for you to get on a sinking ship too.”

“I don’t mind even if it sinks.”

This was a bit unexpected.

Jekkiel’s eyes narrowed.

“I’ve repeatedly mentioned that you must live.”

At that, Christine shook her head.

“All I have is the vampire queen’s bloodline. Can I survive in the demon realm with just that? No, that’s not the case. But even so, the reason I’ve endured for so long is because of my intuition… I believe it’s thanks to that.”

“And?”

“I’ll try trusting my intuition this time too. If my intuition is correct again this time…”

Christine’s expression was serious.

“The subordinates who followed you must have received the same warning as me, yet still followed you anyway.”

“That’s…”

He couldn’t really refute her.

Because it had actually been like that.

Because they were the ones who ultimately trusted and followed Jekkiel despite his repeated dissuasion.

“At first, I thought you had deceived them and made them that way. But thinking about it now, that’s not the case. How noble a sacrifice it was.”

“Noble, huh.”

“Yes. It’s noble. I have the queen’s bloodline, and in the end, it’s my fate to follow what is noble.”

Christine’s eyes were shining.

It would be harder to dissuade her now.

If it had come to this, it couldn’t be helped.

Jekkiel let out a deep sigh.

“Lepista’s Wand.”

“Lepista’s Wand?”

“Yes, that’s what I need.”

“Is that so?”

Christine nodded.

“My subordinates and I will do our utmost to support you.”

“If you support me, you may end up making enemies with the other Sins.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just…”

“Just?”

“Just tell me with conviction that this task will help the demon realm and human world coexist.”

Is that enough? It isn’t a particularly difficult task.

Lepista is the exclusive equipment of this world’s protagonist, Charlotte.

If it is provided to her, it will greatly help this world flow towards a happy ending.

“It’s a task that will help.”

“Yes. Then that’s enough.”

We said our goodbyes by smiling at each other once.

Now all that was left was to turn around and leave this place.

“Please wait a moment.”

The one who stopped Jekkiel as he was about to leave was Artel.

A strange determination was also etched on her face.

“There’s something I’d like to say.”

“Go ahead.”

Tap, Artel placed her hand on her heart, making a sound.

The other subordinates also simultaneously followed that action.

“Thank you for healing Queen Christine.”

“Thank you!”

Jekkiel’s expression became flustered.

As he hadn’t done it to receive this treatment, it felt very awkward.

He deliberately changed the subject.

In case the awkwardness continued and he ended up making a foolish smile.

“There’s an empty spot.”

He pointed to the empty space among the subordinates lined up.

“Ah, that’s the spot for that fellow Kiaru.”

“Come to think of it, what happened to that fellow?”

“We’re forcibly feeding her demon realm bugs. Especially since she’s afraid of bugs.”

“Is that so?”

After nodding, he turned around and started walking.

There was a long way to go.

Once he returned to the human world, he had to immediately deal with the students, prepare for the all-out battle at Rahel Academy…

Well, but for now, let’s get back in a good mood.

Didn’t he splendidly clear the crossroads that almost led to a bad ending?

He had no choice but to see it positively.

Because now he could focus solely on the students, without any distracting thoughts for the time being.

“What will you do first when you return to the human world?”

Christine’s voice came from behind.

As I passed through the crack of transition that appeared before my eyes, I gave a brief answer.

“Overtime.”

“Overtime…?”

What’s that? Christine tilted her head.

It was a word she didn’t know, but she soon smiled brightly.

It still occasionally came to her mind.

Jekkiel, who was the scum of the earth, Jekkiel, who had an appearance Christine could hate more than anyone else.

Jekkiel de Navalius became Jekkiel de Navalius.

It sounds like a meaningless statement.

But now his broad back looked a bit different.

It was the back of the man Christine would chase for a lifetime.

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The failing class was in an uproar.

If only it had been an academic and constructive reason, like they hadn’t fully mastered the study materials.

How great would that have been?

Their professor, Adrian, was being discharged from the hospital and returning today.

Yes, if only it had been a good reason like they were excited about that, how great would that have been?

Unfortunately, it was neither of the two reasons.

They had somehow managed to memorize all the study materials while shedding tears and snot.

Memorized might be a bit of an exaggeration, so let’s say they crammed it for now.

But why was there an uproar? The problem was that Adrian was returning today, and they had caused an incident.

Moreover, it was a massive incident.

Charlotte, Lotten, Isabel, and Michelle.

The gazes of the failing class students towards the four were beyond miserable.

Among them, someone forcibly parted their lips.

“…So, the first one to make a mistake was Charlotte, right?”

Charlotte nodded apologetically.

“And Isabel was definitely the first one to run over there, right? Right?”

“That’s right.”

Isabel nodded.

Everyone had thought the incident would be resolved well up until that point.

It wasn’t like Charlotte had swung her fist at another student for no reason.

The other party had started it by ignoring and mocking her while even flipping over her food tray.

“But Isabel, you also fought there, right?”

“Ah, about that… I tried to mediate while healing appropriately. But then they provoked me further, so…”

“So in the end, Lotten also ran over there, right?”

Lotten nodded while pushing up his glasses.

“Mm. That’s right.”

“You ended up fighting too.”

“…”

Lotten silently fiddled with his glasses.

The other party had severely crossed the line, so he had no choice.

“And lastly, Michelle…”

The student who was about to ask couldn’t finish the sentence.

There was no need to even ask.

In the end, Michelle had intervened to resolve the situation, but she couldn’t resolve it.

She had fought the most.

Silence fell over the failing class lecture hall.

What do we do now?

The incident had already occurred, and today was the day Professor Adrian was returning.

No matter how much they racked their brains, there seemed to be no possibility of the situation being resolved positively.

“We may be the failing class, but we’re not slaves…ah!”

Isabel shouted in a sharp voice.

Of course, her words lost strength in the middle as she was mindful of others, but she somehow managed to spit it out to the end.

“Professor Adrian sacrificed himself, so we should be grateful. But saying ‘We can’t use the training ground because of you failing class’… Does that make sense?”

Everyone agreed with Isabel’s opinion.

They agreed, but…

“The intermediate class aces who went on a field trip are now returning to the academy. How are you going to handle it?”

When someone said that, everyone except Michelle hung their heads low.

Can we handle it?

No, it doesn’t seem like we can.

At that moment.

With a creaking sound, the lecture hall door opened.

Tall stature, tied-up hair, and small-framed glasses.

It was Rachel, the character who could be considered the strictest among the professors.

And Rachel is the professor of the intermediate class.

This is big trouble.

The failing class students gulped and waited for her to speak.

“The punishment for this fight has been decided. I just received approval on my way here.”

Now that she mentioned it, even the word ‘punishment’ sounded a bit scary, doesn’t it?

For other grades, being disciplined means demotion, but for the failing grade, being disciplined means expulsion.

“First of all, you all know that your behavior, fighting without showing the exemplary conduct of mages, was quite unsightly, right?”

The failing class students avoided Rachel’s gaze.

“Well, but don’t worry. None of you will be expelled or disciplined.”

“……?”

The faces of the failing class students tilted.

Did Professor Adrian do something again?

As expected, we trusted and relied on Adrian…

“Since you seemed so desperate to fight, I formally arranged a venue for you. I’m here after receiving approval for a magic competition between the failing class and intermediate class.”

“……??”

Dismay spread across the faces of the students who had been tilting their heads.

A magic competition?

It’s no different from a declaration that they’ll beat us to death in front of everyone, without needing discipline or expulsion.

What was the principal thinking when approving this?

The intermediate class students aren’t called intermediate class for nothing.

And the aces aren’t called aces for nothing.

No matter how you think about it, the only future that can be envisioned is the failing class students being slaughtered.

“Um…”

Unable to hold back, Michelle stepped forward.

If she bowed her head as a representative even now, she might be able to prevent a catastrophe.

However, those words were completely cut off by someone else’s words.

“Do I sign here?”

Adrian.

Adrian, the professor in charge of the failing class students.

He had been standing next to Rachel at one point.

Perhaps angered by his too calm attitude, Rachel continued with a slightly heated tone while blushing.

“Ah, are you on your way back from being discharged? I think you should see what your students have done…”

“Do I sign here?”

“No, it’s not just about signing! Your students didn’t know their place and acted out towards the intermediate class students…”

“I’m asking for the third time if I sign here.”

Adrian simply asked again.

Sighing deeply, Rachel irritably handed the paper to Adrian’s arms.

Adrian’s attitude as he signed the document was too calm.

“Read the terms and conditions carefully too. Don’t make excuses later.”

Rachel snapped at him.

Adrian, who was examining the document, pondered with a “Hmm.”

“If one side loses consciousness, they lose. What’s this about?”

“Ah~ Why? Are you getting scared now that you see the terms? If they want to fight so badly, shouldn’t they compete until at least one side loses consciousness?”

“Hmm.”

Adrian merely shrugged.

“Is there anything like if one side dies, they lose?”

“Wha-, what did you say?”

“Exactly as I said. What’s the big deal about losing consciousness?”

Rachel’s shocked gaze turned towards Adrian.

Of course, the failing class students had the same expression.

“Would you like it if your failing class students died from being beaten up during the competition? Why are you saying such things?”

“That won’t happen. The opposite might be the case.”

“What are you saying now? If you’re in a position where you don’t stand a chance, just stay quiet…”

“Why are you being so talkative?”

Interrupting Rachel’s words, Adrian forcefully handed the document back to her arms.

“It seems your students don’t have that kind of resolve. The resolve to face death.”

“Wha…t…”

Rachel trembled as if she had been electrocuted.

“Ha, see you in a week! I don’t even care if someone really dies! The students are suffering more because the professor is stupid. I hope you realize that and feel some guilt!”

Bang!

Slamming the door shut, Rachel left the lecture hall.

To the students who were staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths, Jekkiel merely added one thing.

“That’s how it is. You guys will be fine since you’ll compete with the resolve to die.”

No, Professor.

We haven’t made such a resolve either.

They no longer felt like failing students but death row inmates.

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