I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 100

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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Charlotte remained in the training grounds even after everyone else had left.

She intended to stay until she had completely mastered the materials Michelle had given her, determined to meet Professor Adrian’s expectations.

“…Difficult. So difficult.”

The words she truly wanted to utter were “exhausting,” but she couldn’t bring herself to admit it, as if such a confession were forbidden.

And truthfully, the materials were difficult.

She couldn’t yet grasp their purpose, wondering if they existed solely for the sake of being challenging.

Still, she knew she had to master them to perform well in the all-out competition.

“Um, Charlotte?”

Isabel cautiously tapped Charlotte’s shoulder.

“…Yes?”

“Shouldn’t we head back soon? Are you planning to stay here all night?”

“Yes.”

Isabel wanted to express her concern, but Charlotte’s serious expression stopped her.

After a few nods of understanding, Isabel cautiously left the training grounds.

Now, Charlotte was truly alone.

She began reviewing the materials from the beginning.

When it came to conquering academic challenges, nothing was more effective than repeated readings.

“…As expected.”

As she meticulously reread the material, things she hadn’t noticed before began to emerge, slowly forming a clearer picture.

She was frustrated by the slow pace of her understanding, but for now, she was grateful that she was learning at all.

“First… once again, leg strength enhancement.”

She glanced at the paper, attempting to follow the instructions, then squeezed her eyes shut.

Simply copying wouldn’t be enough.

She had to memorize it.

There was a reason why the saying “If you don’t know, memorize” existed.

She had already memorized it earlier.

‘One, two, three.’

She calculated the formula for leg strength enhancement, meticulously adjusted the mana flow into the circuit, then wove each circuit together like a cat’s cradle, finally channeling it all into her legs.

Fwhoosh!

The sound alone confirmed her perfect success.

“Finally… Finally, I did it.”

Flames, like silken cloth, enveloped her legs.

The flame leg strength enhancement would now assist her every movement.

“I’ve… barely managed one.”

Perhaps because it was a hard-won success, the flames seemed even more beautiful.

Each hue was a meticulously woven element of mana.

Harmonious.

Perfectly harmonious.

“Ah… Uh…”

Charlotte pressed her hand against her forehead.

As exhaustion and tension released at once, fatigue washed over her.

She realized she hadn’t rested at all since receiving the materials from Michelle.

She hadn’t even taken a single bite of food.

This small success comforted her, yet simultaneously pressured her.

It whispered, There’s still so much left to do.

“I know… I know…”

Charlotte stopped celebrating.

There was no time for that.

She turned to the next page, starting to study the next technique.

Having succeeded once, she felt confident she could do it again.

“But…”

She flipped back to the beginning, reviewing the table of contents.

Although she hadn’t chosen the techniques randomly, something bothered her.

The materials seemed to focus on magic her mother had excelled in.

‘…Could Professor Adrian have considered that?’

Dong—

The midnight bell chimed.

Charlotte shook her head, trying to dispel her distracting thoughts.

Drip, drop.

Then, her nose started bleeding.

“Oh…”

She swayed as she tried to wipe the blood away, barely managing to steady herself against the wall.

The blood continued to flow.

“Why is this happening…?”

She was more worried about losing study time than about her physical condition.

“Don’t do this… Don’t… Just until the competition…”

Roughly wiping her nose with her sleeve, Charlotte forced herself to resume training.

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It was already past midnight by the time he finished explaining to Michelle that her understanding was mostly correct and asking her to help Charlotte.

Their conversation, of course, had been through written notes.

Lepista seemed completely oblivious to how he communicated when he used writing.

After seeing Michelle off, it was finally time for him to rest.

Thud— Thud—

As he walked towards the dormitory, he noticed another set of footsteps matching his own rhythm.

“Who’s there?”

Perhaps it was an answer.

He heard a tsk tsk tsk sound.

His eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

“…Vivian?”

“Yes, Vivian. Tsk.”

He looked around.

Fortunately, it was just past midnight, and no humans were around.

“Wait.”

Still, it was best to be thorough.

He spread his mana, carefully sensing his surroundings.

He detected a few stray cats.

This confirmed that no humans were present.

“I’ve already confirmed that no one’s around. Tsk.”

“Still, just in case. Let’s move somewhere we can talk.”

They moved to the reception room, avoiding prying eyes.

It was the same room where he had once had a secret meeting with Christine and Artel.

After casting a small barrier on the door, they immediately got down to business.

…Or rather, they should have.

That’s when he noticed something strange.

“What’s…this?”

He couldn’t help but blurt out.

Something incredibly out of place stood beside Vivian.

Vivian nodded, as if she understood his reaction perfectly.

“I knew you’d react like that. I understand why you’re bewildered. Tsk tsk.”

“No, I don’t want to understand. Just go back. I’m seriously scared.”

He firmly shook his head, refusing to engage.

Vivian’s eyes widened.

“I brought her to help you. To help you, I tell you!”

“No, I don’t need it. I don’t.”

“Are you crazy? At least hear me out! Tsk!”

Despite Vivian’s words, he continued to frown.

He couldn’t help it.

Because…

“What am I even looking at?”

…Regita, dressed in a maid outfit, stood before him.

How could Regita possibly be wearing a maid outfit?

Moreover, she seemed… different.

He had felt this sensation recently.

When was it?

Ah, yes.

When he was dealing with Lepista.

The feeling one might experience when interacting with a simple-minded child.

He was currently feeling that while looking at Regita.

Something was seriously wrong.

He was sensing that energy from Regita, the Radiant Dragon of the Demon Realm, one of the Sins.

Vivian, trying to remain calm, spoke.

“…That’s what happened, tsk. Apparently, your subordinate grabbed Regita’s horn when you were escaping the underground. That’s why she’s like this.”

“Grabbed her horn? That’s impossible. Dragons like Regita have multiple layers of barriers.”

“How would I know? Maybe she exhausted all her power or something? Barriers require mana to be maintained, you know. Tsk tsk.”

“Ah.”

He pressed his fingers against his temples.

Now that he thought about it, Regita had used all her strength.

And in that situation, Artel had grabbed her horn…

The dragon who could cleave mountains with a swing of her greatsword was now tilting her head in a maid outfit.

It was terrifying in its own way.

“So, why did you bring Regita here?”

“You’re having trouble with Lepista, aren’t you? I brought her to help. Tsk tsk. Weapon spirits generally have bad synergy with dragons.”

“I’ve heard that before. How so, for example?”

“Take out Lepista. ‘Take out’ sounds a bit strange, doesn’t it? Tsk.”

He mentally called for Lepista.

Lepista, still traumatized from being scolded earlier, no longer appeared without his explicit permission.

Poof!

Lepista materialized.

Vivian nodded and nudged Regita’s backside.

“Regita. This is the child you need to take care of. Go ahead and look after her.”

“Yes. Ah… Yes? Oh, yes.”

Regita strode towards Lepista.

Wouldn’t a dragon nearly three times her height be intimidating?

Lepista clung to Adrian.

“D-Daddy! Scared! I’m scared!”

But Regita simply picked Lepista up.

No, ‘picked up’ wasn’t quite right… She lifted her as if she were an object.

“Hey. What kind of adult lifts a child like that?”

“Yes.”

“You have to hold her like this! Like this!”

Vivian adjusted Regita’s posture.

“N-no! Daddy! Daddyyyy!”

He quietly observed the situation.

Lepista struggled, trying to escape Regita’s grasp.

Ziiiing—

Her red eyes began to glow.

This signaled the imminent casting of a high-level spell.

It signaled it, but…

Fizzle—

…it failed spectacularly.

Vivian smiled, a look of satisfaction on her face.

“See? Dragons and spirits are natural enemies. Dragons rely solely on brute force, so even if a spirit tries to interfere with their minds, there’s nothing to interfere with. Well… that’s how you can understand it for now.”

“So, if we keep Regita and Lepista together, it’s practically…”

“Exactly, it’s like sealing her. Tsk tsk~”

He stroked his chin for a moment.

“Not bad.”

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[Poor Lepista, she just want to chill with her dad…]