I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 51

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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At last, the magic competition between the intermediate class and the failing class began.

Rahel Academy had provided quite a good venue, willingly offering a competition space that would normally be used by students of higher ranks.

Rachel, the intermediate class professor who was the most relaxed person in this setting, glanced at the failing class professor sitting next to her.

‘Adrian.’

While there might have been many clueless individuals in the failing class, if one had to pick the most clueless of them all, it would undoubtedly be Adrian.

At least, that’s what Rachel thought.

Staying late at the academy to teach students?

Defeating demons that had invaded the academy?

‘He’s making a fuss.’

How many professors had she seen come to the failing class, make a big fuss, and then quit?

Upon close inspection, failing class professors always had a reason for being failing class professors.

If they were so great, why would they take on the failing class instead of other students?

It was obvious.

‘Moreover, even if he himself is great, that’s a problem.’

A professor is not in a position to be evaluated solely on their own greatness.

How they nurture students and to what level they can bring them – that’s what they’re judged on.

Rachel stretched her neck to look at the failing class students.

“Hello, Professor Adrian.”

“Hello, Professor~”

“Don’t greet me.”

Despite Adrian’s cold rebuke, the students didn’t stop greeting their assigned professor.

The intermediate class students also greeted Rachel as they passed by.

So, this situation of students greeting their professor wasn’t strange in itself, but…

‘It’s unpleasant.’

It was slightly unsettling because the failing class was different from the failing class image she was familiar with.

Wasn’t the atmosphere quite different from before?

The image of the failing class that remained in Rachel’s mind was probably the same as what everyone else in Rahel Academy thought.

Soulless eyes, slumped shoulders, and a professor without passion.

That was the image that came to mind, but looking at today’s failing class students, there was no sign of that.

Rather, didn’t they look somewhat relieved, as if they had finally been liberated from something?

“Come on.”

Rachel let out a scoff, deliberately loud enough for Adrian to hear.

This is why frogs in a well are dangerous.

It seemed they had gained some confidence now that they had a training ground and received sponsorships.

In fact, regardless of why they had become so bright and followed their professor, none of that mattered.

Frogs are safest when they’re in the well, aren’t they? If they’ve come out of the well, they need to be shown how scary the world is.

That was Rachel’s job today.

She would do it very cruelly.

It was unpleasant that the failing class was acting so arrogantly in the first place.

“The weather is quite nice, isn’t it?”

Rachel spoke first.

It wasn’t a lie.

With the gentle breeze and warm sunlight, it was perfect weather for crushing the failing class.

Adrian slowly nodded.

“It’s not bad.”

“That’s good. At least the losing side won’t have to walk back in the rain.”

“Indeed.”

It was a somewhat barbed provocation, but Adrian showed no sign of being affected.

What was this?

Was his intelligence too low to understand what she meant?

Or was he calmly accepting it out of resignation?

If pressed, the latter possibility seemed more likely.

“Mr. Adrian.”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t we make a wager on this?”

“From the way you say that, it seems you have a condition in mind.”

“You’re perceptive.”

Rachel curled her lips.

“If you lose, I’d like you to step down from your professor position. Shall I explain why?”

Adrian slowly closed and opened his eyes.

Rachel continued.

“If you force students whose skills aren’t fully developed into a magic competition and they suffer a crushing defeat, if such a thing were to happen, it would clearly be the professor’s responsibility. How resentful would the young students feel towards their professor? You should take that much responsibility.”

To disrespect and provoke the other party so blatantly – it wasn’t a good choice, but Rachel disliked the failing class to that extent.

They say even a worm will turn if trodden on?

Then you just need to step on it harder.

But Adrian remained calm.

“Very well. I’ve just thought of a condition myself.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“If my students win, I’d like us to switch classrooms.”

“Pfft.”

Rachel let out a sneer, pinching her thigh slightly to keep from laughing louder.

It was too arrogant and laughable that they thought they had a chance of winning.

They weren’t speaking in very loud voices, but they weren’t exactly whispering either.

In other words, the students standing awkwardly around them were clearly hearing the conversation between Rachel and Adrian.

As the conversation progressed, the expressions of the failing class students grew grimmer.

Even that was just a small amusement for Rachel.

She continued speaking even more boldly.

“Fine. I’ll let you do whatever you want. But Adrian.”

“Yes?”

“You’re not planning to jump in and sacrifice yourself during the competition today, are you? No matter how one-sided the match gets, my students aren’t demons. Just in case you’re confused.”

Adrian remained calm, but this time the failing class students’ bodies visibly flinched.

This was crossing a line.

And crossing it by a long shot.

What Adrian had shown that day at the academy was a noble passion for his students. Without him, it was impossible to even estimate how many more victims there might have been.

However, Rachel was completely ignoring that.

She didn’t even try to believe it.

She didn’t believe it just because Adrian was the failing class professor, and she hadn’t seen it herself – for such trivial reasons.

In that situation where no one could easily speak up due to Rachel’s provocations that were beyond imagination, Adrian slowly opened his mouth.

“Charlotte.”

And what he pronounced wasn’t an answer or anger.

It was just the name of one of the students he was training.

Charlotte, whose name was called, answered with wide eyes.

“Y-Yes?”

“Do you think I’ll need to jump in today?”

“Um… what?”

Charlotte couldn’t hide her bewildered expression.

It was confusing enough to have her name suddenly called, but she also hadn’t yet grasped the intent behind Adrian’s question.

“It seems that Professor Rachel of the intermediate class…”

Adrian continued more leisurely than ever.

“…is worried that you might engage in too cruel a match, as if defeating demons. What do you think? Will there be any need for me to intervene?”

“Ah… about that…”

Charlotte finally understood Adrian’s intention.

Charlotte wasn’t completely lacking in tact.

She could immediately figure out what kind of answer Adrian wanted.

So in this situation… add a spoonful of Michel Meinens.

“We’ll go easy. We won’t beat them to that extent.”

What’s with this arrogant conversation?

Rachel frowned.

While the magic competition had rules similar to a penalty shootout, the details were different when examined closely.

The winner of the competition could continue to duel with the next challenger within the arena.

In other words, there was a possibility of one person facing five opponents.

‘It would end with all five losing at Tyr’s hands.’

Had they finally gone mad?

When a cornered mouse turns desperate, it tries to bite the cat.

Was this that situation?

“Professor Rachel.”

The voice that broke the shocking silence was Tyr’s.

“Don’t mind such words. What would they know? They’ll come to their senses after five of them get beaten to a pulp in a row.”

“Now, now, Tyr. Let’s refrain from such harsh words in a public setting.”

Is that something you should say after all that provocation?

Rachel smiled with a smirk, receiving the incredulous looks from the failing class students.

“Prove it with skill rather than words. Tyr, you’re up first, right?”

“Yes. I’ll be back soon.”

Tyr walked towards the arena, shrugging his shoulders.

The students who had been lingering around Adrian and Rachel also quickly began to leave their seats.

This was the designated seating area for professors observing the competition.

Students shouldn’t be there when the competition starts.

It finally hit home that the magic competition was about to begin.

A strange atmosphere began to flow among the students surrounding the arena.

Michelle Meinens was already waiting in the arena.

Due to her leg disability, she had been allowed to wait inside the arena about ten minutes early.

Rachel closed her eyes gently and picked up the teacup placed beside her.

She slowly savored the aroma of the tea.

Very slowly.

By the time she took a sip of this tea, the outcome would be decided.

A magician should normally be as calm as the sea, embracing everything, but when angered, shouldn’t they devour anything indiscriminately?

This was the moment to devour.

She would clearly show the frog the terror of the sea.

After taking this one sip, Tyr would have trampled the failing class student and proudly demonstrated the prestige of the intermediate rank…

“Before the match, let me ask one thing. Michelle.”

Tyr asked Michelle.

Thanks to the mana speakers placed throughout the arena, everyone could hear his voice clearly.

“What.”

“Why are you trying so hard? Because of your family?”

“That’s part of the reason.”

“Well, whatever~ I thought you were doing it to impress that dimwitted professor. Anyway, don’t resent me too much! Just bear with the pain a little!”

Whack—!

Bang—!

Crack—!

A brutal sound rang out, enough to make everyone’s jaws drop.

And three times at that.

Afterwards, a silence heavier than anything else settled gently.

“Michelle Meinens! Disqualification loss!”

Pffft.

Rachel, who was about to swallow her tea, spat it out again.

A disqualification loss?

How could the match end so pathetically?

And this was supposed to be a girl from a prestigious family.

“Haah…”

Next to her, Adrian could be heard letting out a deep sigh.

“You’re getting a demerit. Michelle Meinens…”

When she heard that muttering, she couldn’t help but laugh.

What’s the point of giving a demerit now?

You’re about to write your resignation letter and leave this academy.

Just as Rachel, intoxicated with the sense of victory, slowly opened her eyes.

The scene that entered Rachel’s view was somewhat shocking.

“Huh…?”

Wasn’t it Tyr who was lying down?

Why was Tyr lying there?

Rachel’s eyes widened, almost popping out.

The failing class students all rushed towards Michelle at once.

“Mi-Michelle! The match starts when they say start! How could you lose already!”

“Michelle! You got disqualified! What are you going to do!”

“What! What’s this! We agreed to go easy!”

Everyone grabbed Michellel’s arms and legs, trying to restrain her.

The atmosphere was as if the failing class was the intermediate class and the intermediate class was the failing class.

Rachel’s eyebrows and hands trembled, having received a great shock.

All the students began to murmur.

“Adrian is indeed a dimwitted professor. He’s so lacking in insight that he gives me demerits all the time, and he’s even a shameless pervert. But…”

At the center of that commotion.

“…only I’m allowed to insult that professor. Got it?”

“If you didn’t get it, say so. I’ll beat you up some more.”

The telekinetic girl’s statement exploded like a bomb.

[T/N: Rachel needs a good correction… Am I right or am I right?]

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