I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 11

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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The daily lives of those living in the Meinens household unfolded like well-oiled gears performing their duties.

At this hour, this.

At that hour, that.

And yet, their days could never be described as dull.

In the eyes of others, they were nothing short of noble.

However, every matter had the variable of exceptions, and today was one such case.

When Michelle entered the mansion at an unusual hour, a look of bewilderment crossed her nanny’s face.

“Ah, young lady! I didn’t get word that you were coming, so I haven’t prepared anything! Shall I have tea prepared now?”

It wasn’t just the nanny.

Most of the other maids also wore expressions of surprise.

No matter what hour the lady who would become the mansion’s master arrived, it was normally her own business.

But the timing now was far too early.

“It’s fine.”

“Ah, I see it’s fine with you. Then what about a meal?”

“I’m not very hungry right now.”

“I see. Well, we’re cleaning your room at the moment. Would you like to wait in the study for a bit?”

Normally, she would have easily accepted and heeded the nanny’s suggestion to wait in the study.

After completing her daily routine, Michelle would always remain at the academy’s library to study.

If practical training was needed, she would do it in the mansion’s courtyard, but either way, her activities continued until night.

So today, her unexpected early return meant her room was likely still being cleaned.

The explanation did not seem strange.

It did not seem strange at all…

Except, her father, who always welcomed her, was nowhere to be seen.

The nanny and maids acting cautious despite her doing nothing wrong, her unseen father, an ominous aura permeating the mansion.

A foreboding premonition.

It did not take long for her to make her judgment.

Michelle immediately shifted her feet.

“Young lady! Oh, it seems your hair is a bit disheveled too. Let me brush it for you? I’ll apply something to your skin as well!”

The nanny once again blocked Michelle’s path.

“Later.”

That was Michelle’s curt response.

She uttered it in the coldest tone possible, to prevent the maids from obstructing her further, or the nanny from clinging to her again.

How easy it was to manipulate lifeless things with telekinesis.

But assisting living things with telekinesis was, as always, not so simple.

Especially if it was her own legs.

She climbed the stairs with an unsteady gait.

A long, forked hallway came into view.

To the left was Michelle’s room.

To the right, her father’s room.

Normally, she would have gone left, but to uncover the source of this ominous feeling, it seemed she had to go right. So the girl did.

“Does that even make sense now?!”

She had only walked halfway down the hall when her father’s raging voice reached her ears.

Somehow, she arrived in front of her father’s room door.

Michelle simply stood and listened.

“You mean there’s no way?! If there’s no way, then you must find one! I did not summon you here to hear such irresponsible words!”

“I completely understand your feelings, Lord. However…”

Michelle recognized the fading voice of the man.

He was a religious figure active alongside the priestess who served Aurite, the god of this world.

She did not know his name, but had often witnessed him conversing with her father.

“…Have we not shown you everything we can do, Lord?”

“If that is all you can do, then you must be prepared. I’m telling you to find more ways immediately!”

“Even if we find them, it will not be soon. Your daughter’s legs…”

Upon hearing that, Michelle unwittingly recalled an event from long ago.

When she first used telekinesis in front of her parents, they had marveled at her ability.

It was the day another genius had blossomed in the Meinens domain.

Those days had unfolded as smoothly as walking on a perfectly straight carpet.

Everything was easy, and if difficult, she overcame it.

When others asked her secret, she would simply reply with one sentence:

‘Because I’m a genius.’

However, she was not so fortunate.

During a skill evaluation against Hamilla, who was just as renowned as Michelle, an accident occurred.

There was no one to really blame.

It was simply an accident that happened as they both strove to demonstrate their utmost abilities.

The opposing side even voluntarily offered to help Michelle.

But.

But…

‘What if it didn’t heal?’

Even if they tried to help her in any way, what if there was no way to treat it?

It was quite strange.

One was only supposed to see the panorama of their life when facing imminent death.

No, come to think of it, seeing that panorama was not so strange at all.

For Michelle was in the same mindset as a convict mounted on the execution block.

“…At present, there is no way to treat it.”

Finally, the guillotine fell.

She felt no pain, her head did not roll, but at that moment, Michelle thought she had died.

For telekinesis manipulation, the lower body is essential.

Telekinesis is wielded most powerfully when the maximum amount of mana is distributed to the lower body and the two legs support that premise.

“I suppose so.”

To some extent, she had already realized it.

It was only natural that she would know the condition of her own body best.

Somehow, nothing seemed to heal it.

Somehow, it did not improve, no matter how much time passed.

Shuffling unsteadily, Michelle returned to her room.

There was no need to feign a proper gait by assisting her steps with telekinesis.

Her legs would never heal, after all.

Without even changing into sleepwear, she collapsed onto her bed.

The large bed did not even creak, as if the tiny girl weighed nothing at all.

“What do I do now?”

Even though she had somewhat realized it, she wanted to deny the truth about her legs.

She had thought that if she somehow denied it and pushed it away, it would become a distant issue separate from herself.

“I was such a fool.”

She had needlessly vented her spite on the failing class students and taken out her frustrations on them.

Why had she done that? It was so unlike her.

“What… do I do now?”

There was only one thing she could do now.

With the feeling of raising a lifeless corpse, Michelle shifted her body.

She sat in front of her desk.

Should I write it? I should write it.

Really… should I write it?

Yes.

I have no choice but to write it.

To attend the academy while bearing the label of a failing class student, to have the descriptor of ‘genius’ removed from before Michelle Meinens’s name – for the girl, it was an utterly unacceptable situation.

Using ether, she drew a sheet of paper towards her.

In the northern reaches of the continent, there were still many undiscovered things.

Even if she had to journey to those lands and train, she would not attend the academy while carrying the name of a failure.

Writing a withdrawal application was simple.

She just needed to put down her student signature, and that was it.

Just write it.

It was no big deal.

She could handle writing it with telekinesis manipulation.

And yet…

“……”

Her hand would not move at all.

The girl’s gaze turned towards the many sheets of paper covering one wall.

They appeared to have been torn from some study texts.

Event Horizon.

The technique of reversing the flow of ether and condensing immense amounts of mana to absorb all existing things.

A technique that any telekinesis specialist dreamed of, one that could be considered the most elegant among all telekinesis-based magics.

Formulas for activating it covered the entire wall.

She had instructed the maids not to clean those papers.

“…I wanted to try it.”

It had now become an impossibly difficult prospect.

Just finish writing the withdrawal application.

She grasped the pen.

But once again, her hand would not move at all.

What the girl recalled this time was something rather unrelated.

“Adrian.”

The girl muttered that name softly.

-“I will fulfill each student’s aspirations.”

-“Just… affection, I suppose.”

Why did you say that? You who always disparages the failing class students.

Why did you tell such an obvious lie?

And yet, what was this strange sensation?

There was not a hint of wavering in his tone.

As if he was voicing a deeply held conviction that had been firmly pressed down.

As she agonized over it again and again.

Pfft—

Michelle ended up letting out a laugh.

“…No, it doesn’t matter if it was sincere or not.”

Either way, you cannot fulfill my aspiration.

You cannot heal my legs, nor can you enable me to use the Event Horizon technique that is my aspiration.

Even if you could, you would not do it.

Because you detest me more than anyone else.

What would you know? What would someone like you know? How could someone like you understand my heart…

The girl felt her eyes growing moist.

But she would not cry.

“No. I really don’t…”

In the end, the girl began moving her pen.

In the stillness of the room, the only sounds were the scratching and sniffling.

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The next day, the students who arrived at the lecture hall could only be astonished.

“What’s this, the desks are back?”

“Is self-study over?”

They were the ones who had continued self-studying for about three more days after Michelle and Charlotte’s argument.

Therefore, the popular theory that Michelle’s hypothesis was correct had been gradually becoming accepted.

That hypothesis being: ‘Adrian will eventually abandon the failing class.’

Michelle Meinens chose a seat in the very back row.

She had not come to attend the lecture today.

She had come to submit her withdrawal application and leave this academy.

“Unwelcome as always.”

As always spouting his cynical remarks, Adrian made his entrance.

His stubborn gait and wrinkle-free coat exuded dignity, contrary to his words.

Overwhelmed by his presence, the students all greeted him in the end.

Even the peerless Michelle did not dare defy him outright – to resist was a bit daunting.

“But even if unwelcome, I must keep my promise.”

When the professor snapped his fingers, papers began flying in through the lecture hall’s front door.

One sheet.

Two sheets.

Ten sheets.

A hundred sheets.

No… the students soon gave up counting.

There were far too many.

Around thirty sheets settled in front of each individual student in an immaculately arranged manner, not a single one out of place. It was a dazzlingly precise manipulation.

“Hm…?”

“This is… for real?”

The students muttered unconsciously.

The distributed papers clearly bore each of their names.

These were undoubtedly thirty pages of materials created specifically for each individual student.

In that very moment, Michelle’s hypothesis, which had been accepted as fact, shattered in everyone’s minds.

In that moment, Adrian resolutely kept his promise.

“You’ve suffered enough. From now on, you’ll suffer even more.”

Adrian spoke those words as he removed his coat.

“Let’s begin the lecture.”

Michelle, who had been resting her chin on her hand, straightened her posture.

So he really did prepare, huh.

Well, it doesn’t concern me anymore.

Michelle took out the paper envelope containing her withdrawal application from her pocket.

It was about time for her to submit it and leave this academy.

In fact, she had lingered in front of Adrian’s office that morning as well, but kept hesitating and failed to submit it.

This time, she would truly submit it.

The moment Michelle pushed back her chair and half rose—

“……What?”

The girl muttered unconsciously.

Michelle’s eyes began to tremble.

That small tremor quickly grew into a quake.

“A lie.”

Event Horizon.

And her own name, Michelle Meinens.

‘Definitely’

…The materials clearly stated that.

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