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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“Professor Rachel…”
Adam approached the pale-faced Rachel.
“What should we do now?”
Adam seemed just as flustered as Rachel.
However, Rachel couldn’t provide any answer to her research student.
What should we do now?
I don’t even know what to do myself.
It was unprecedented that Tyr was beaten one-sidedly, and then Roerte forfeited.
If it was just Roerte forfeiting, it might have been manageable.
But the next contestant, and the one after that also declared forfeit.
The competition was already over.
The intermediate class had lost to the failing class by forfeit.
How did this happen?
‘How should I approach this? How should I resolve this?’
No matter how hard she tried to think, she couldn’t come up with any ideas.
Could they simply accept the defeat?
No, that was impossible.
It was utterly impossible.
To admit in front of all the high-ranking professors and various students of Rahel Academy that ‘Your intermediate class forfeited without even competing against the failing class’?
Am I crazy?
That absolutely couldn’t happen.
It was unacceptable to both her pride as a professor, and her pride as a magician.
How could this possibly have happened?
Although the failing class had been working hard recently, it was difficult to think they had been given enough time to catch up to the intermediate class.
Rachel had been teaching the intermediate rank.
Not the lower rank, but the intermediate rank.
Wasn’t the failing class a special class for students even lower than the lower rank?
If things ended like this, it would be Rachel who would have to write a resignation letter.
Even if Adrian didn’t demand her resignation, she would have no choice but to do so herself.
It would be impossible for any human to continue at the academy after receiving such humiliation.
1 win, 3 losses.
That was the current score of the intermediate class.
Moreover, the one win was obtained when Michelle Meinens was disqualified.
The score alone was miserable, but the content was even more so.
All four had forfeited.
The moment they would accumulate even one more loss, the life of the intermediate class would be over.
“Ah…”
Did the kids collectively hallucinate?
Why were they declaring forfeit one after another?
However, more than the fact that they had forfeited, what was tearing at Rachel’s heart was the sneaking thought that they might have lost even if they had actually competed.
The failing class students all looked relieved and composed.
They seemed tense, but there was also a strange excitement underlying it.
This made Rachel even angrier.
It was at that moment when Rachel clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into her palm.
“I… I forfeit too.”
Roel’s voice declaring forfeit echoed through the arena.
Why on earth?
Why???
Forfeiting without even attempting a single spell in the competition was an even greater humiliation than losing, so why?
As students of the intermediate class, they should have easily understood this fact, so why were they forfeiting?
“Could there be some foul play?”
“Yeah, why are they all forfeiting in succession?”
The murmurs of the people made even Rachel start to question.
Did these kids receive some bribe?
Is that why they’re doing this?
She almost wanted to think that way.
Rachel found herself wishing that was the truth.
Praying that her small prediction that the failing class seemed to have grown insanely was wrong was all Rachel could do at the moment.
“Praise me.”
“No.”
“But I won.”
“Winning by disqualification isn’t winning. You get a deduction.”
“Praise me.”
“Go away. I dislike you the most.”
“I dislike you too, Professor. Just praise me.”
The representatives of the failing class who had finished their matches stuck close to Adrian’s side, bickering and chatting.
The conversation between Michelle Meinens and Adrian looked fierce if taken literally, but the aura Michelle was giving off was nothing short of radiant.
Adrian was the same.
Even while saying he disliked it, there was a strangely satisfied look to his face.
He couldn’t help but be satisfied.
▶Happy Ending Percentage update
▶90%
‘Everything is going smoothly.’
Adrian had thought it would take a much longer period to raise the status of the failing class.
Just as one must climb all the stairs to reach the top, Adrian had planned to ascend slowly.
However, they were already achieving excellent results against the intermediate class.
‘I really struggled a lot in the demon realm.’
When he dealt with Christine’s matter, he had been rolling around like a stone with hardly a moment of peace, but this time, the students were helping splendidly.
He couldn’t help but feel pleased.
Now they just needed to fill the remaining ten percent.
People continued to murmur.
“This is serious.”
“We didn’t even get to see a single match. How can we assess the skills of both sides?”
“I thought something amazing would happen since the Principal called us, but…”
In fact, everyone at the scene except for Adrian, the failing class professor, and the failing class students was in a state of anxiety.
Violet was anxious because no matches took place, the spectators were anxious because there was nothing to see, the intermediate class was anxious because of their defeat…
Even the two bats sitting far away were squeaking.
“How is it progressing?”
“Um… I think Lord Jekkiel is winning.”
“That’s not what I’m asking about.”
“Huh?”
“There’s a maiden who keeps talking to Jekkiel.”
“Ah… You were asking about that…”
“What should we do?”
“Go and check on it. And from now on, tell Pertel to keep an eye on that girl.”
“Yes…”
The red bat shook its head.
Anyway, the current score of the intermediate class was 1 win and 4 losses.
If even one more person lost, their defeat would be confirmed, and if the last contestant also forfeited, the public outcry would reach the heavens.
“Rachel.”
“Yes, yes. Principal.”
“Surely the last contestant isn’t going to forfeit too?”
Even Rachel couldn’t give a definite answer.
But that kid would probably forfeit too.
Violet’s gaze was serious.
“We’ve gone to the trouble of providing such a large arena and gathering people, isn’t this far from courteous? At the very least, they should show us a competition.”
“…That’s right.”
Rachel bit her lip and turned her gaze towards where the intermediate class students were gathered.
They all had their heads bowed low.
A few of them met Rachel’s eyes midway, but they quickly turned away with gloomy expressions.
The skill gap shown by Michelle Meinens and the successive forfeits declared by the representatives.
It was enough to make them lose their will.
“Haa…”
All she could do was sigh.
Although she didn’t understand why they were acting like this, it was clear that she couldn’t expect anything from those kids right now.
And reading that atmosphere, the failing class was becoming more and more emboldened.
“What are you going to do?”
“……”
At the Principal’s urging, Rachel bit her lip once again.
This time, she tasted the salty tang of blood, suggesting her lip had split.
She finally opened her mouth with a trembling voice.
“There’s something I’d like you to approve.”
“Approve?”
Violet tilted her head slightly.
However, Rachel’s attitude was deadly serious, to the point where her eyes were bloodshot.
“Yes. Please approve for professors to also be able to compete as representatives.”
“Hmm?”
Having a professor compete as a representative in a magic competition held within the academy was certainly an element that could excite the audience.
It also didn’t deviate much from the regulations.
However, there was a reason why all professors were reluctant to directly participate in magic competitions, despite this.
First of all, the position of a professor had too much to lose.
The moment they failed to produce something that would amaze the students, they would lose the respect directed towards them, and losing that would undoubtedly hinder their lectures.
Even if they won, they could lose respect, so what could happen if they lost?
It was unimaginable.
From a professor’s perspective, there was no reason to take such a risky adventure.
It was more stable to just receive an appropriate amount of respect and their salary, like now.
‘But…’
There was no other way now.
If she sent out the students, they would forfeit, so Rachel had no choice but to step forward herself.
There was only one way.
She had to utterly defeat Adrian, make him lose the respect of the failing class students, and raise the status of the intermediate class in one fell swoop.
There was no other way.
“Hmm… Certainly, it’s a really good method to resolve this situation, but…”
Violet pointed to Adrian behind her with her chin.
“We need the other side’s professor to be willing as well. Adrian!”
At the Principal’s call, Adrian slowly turned his head.
“We’re saying professors could compete as representatives too, what do you think?”
Hmm.
Adrian rubbed his chin for a moment, then…
“I have no objections.”
“Is that so? Then let’s do this~”
Violet finally relaxed.
At least they would get to see one ‘magic’ competition, which was a huge relief.
Moreover, the representative player was Adrian, the professor who had been the subject of the most rumors lately?
Wow, this would guarantee extreme viewership!
“Then I’ll prepare right away.”
“Ah, before that.”
Adrian interrupted Rachel, who was about to act hastily.
“Charlotte.”
“Yes!”
“Isabel.”
“Yes~”
“Michelle.”
There was no response.
“Michelle?”
“What? Oh really! Why has some sparrow been clinging to me lately? No, not a sparrow. Is this a bat?”
“Lotten.”
“Yes.”
As Adrian called their names, four people lined up in front of him.
The man quietly pointed at his students with his index finger.
“Defeat them first, then come back.”
“…What did you say?”
“Why are you acting like this? Don’t tell me you’re forfeiting too.”
“……!”
Her teeth grinded audibly.
“What did you say…!”
A vertical vein popped up on Rachel’s forehead.
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[Adrian is playing with fireeee Rachels gonna fucking kill him if he’s not careful]
