I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 21

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“Uh.”

She had dozed off.

The hand that had been supporting her chin had collapsed, causing Isabel to knock her chin against the mountain of materials piled up on her desk like a fallen tower.

“Owww…”

She had even drooled slightly, but fortunately, it was on a section she had already mastered.

Thank goodness.

‘What if I alone had fallen behind?’

Though she had merely dozed off and drooled, in terms of time, she had essentially slept through, missing over two hours of studying.

She couldn’t help it.

Not making excuses, it was the truth.

First of all, the “hundred-page material” Adrian had mentioned referred to a hundred pages per person.

Moreover, its difficulty level was on an entirely different scale compared to before.

If she had struggled with the simple content, studying the challenging and unfamiliar hundred-page material would be like courting death.

No, it would be more unbearable since she was still alive.

Anyway.

Regardless, she needed to regain her focus.

The other students were applying themselves wholeheartedly, so it would be unacceptable for Isabel alone to fall behind…

“Huh?”

Perhaps Isabel was among the more diligent ones.

Not a single student feigned indifference.

Although it seemed fine at first glance, the reality was quite different.

‘What on earth is that?’

Some students had stretched out like a blanket, essentially sleeping on their desks.

Were they sleeping? For some reason, it looked like they would never open their eyes again.

Still, it wasn’t that bad.

She acknowledged that much.

Moreover, in a way, it was rather endearing and reassuring.

What else would they be doing other than worrying about completing the task?

It was evident of their determination to keep studying.

Of course, Charlotte had gone home.

Something about keeping a promise regarding her dislike for the professor.

She claimed she would be back soon.

And just a single person was still diligently studying, eyes shining brightly – Michelle.

‘Impressive.’

Isabel thought.

Michelle was impressive even without comparing her to others, but as the one who had encouraged everyone to work hard, it was understandable why she would be so dedicated.

Unlike the others, Michelle didn’t seem bothered by the word “failing” that was associated with their class.

However, just because she maintained her composure didn’t mean the task was easy for her either.

The beads of sweat on her forehead were proof of her struggle.

But despite being in the same situation, the difference between Isabel and Michelle was simply one thing: mental fortitude.

‘I should work harder too,’ Isabel thought, inspired by Michelle’s dedication.

At that moment, the lecture hall’s front door opened.

It was Charlotte, who had curtly mentioned leaving earlier, returning precisely on time.

Carrying a backpack and with stacks of materials tucked under her arms, the dark circles under her eyes made it clear she had not slept a wink.

“The study concerning the obedience level of the elemental flames to the mage, in regards to how they are dedicated when the neglected combination of these elemental studies is finally given due attention—”

As soon as she entered, Charlotte went to her seat and began reviewing while underlining her materials.

But her underlining was so excessive that it seemed she had simply colored the pages yellow with a highlighter.

“The paramount importance lies in imbuing the elemental flames with one’s mana—”

Though her eyes were half-closed, her pronunciation was crisp and clear.

‘Thanks to those two.’

Truly, although Adrian had created the intense atmosphere, it was thanks to Michelle and Charlotte that it was being maintained.

Although their skill levels varied, they both exemplified passion and concentration.

As a result, while some students struggled, not a single one complained – which was only natural.

If the one who made the statement showed poor performance, others might think, ‘Why did you even bother speaking up in the first place?’ But if that person demonstrated putting their words into practice, others had no choice but to remain silent.

At that moment, Charlotte suddenly slammed her materials down and approached the struggling Michelle, brow furrowed.

“Michelle.”

“What.”

“Can I… use the master card?”

Exhaling deeply, Michelle snapped irritably, “You’re already giving up? Try feeling motivated to make your student ID equivalent to the master card.”

“I’m not talking about using better facilities.”

“Then?”

Charlotte fell silent for a moment, biting her lip in contemplation.

The longer she did this, the more Michelle’s expression grew doubtful.

“…I want to see.”

“What.”

“Um…”

Charlotte scratched her head, seeming perplexed.

The students around her seemed to share her bewilderment.

“It’s frustrating. Hurry up and say it.”

“I want to see the professor.”

“…What?”

An incredulous expression spread across Michelle’s face.

But before she could respond, someone else spoke up.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Wow.”

The hushed murmurs instantly turned to admiration.

Regardless of gender, everyone was in awe – for a student with violet hair had just entered the lecture hall.

However, it was a rather eerie kind of beauty, like a rose with too many thorns.

“Tia’s seat will be in the last row. If you’d like to introduce yourself briefly, go ahead.”

The one called Rachel gave the instruction.

However, the girl called Tia seemed dazed for a moment.

She studied the intermediate class lecture hall interior for a while, as if examining a curiosity.

After observing them for nearly three minutes, she finally introduced herself.

“My… name… is… Tia.”

Somehow, her introduction sounded ominous, despite its simplicity.

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