I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 57

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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The explosion, which had been as beautiful as fireworks in the night sky, soon subsided.

It was even more beautiful because its existence was brief, and lasted only for a few moments.

The explosion would now remain in the students’ minds forever – like a fantasy.

When everyone’s senses returned to reality, only one person was standing firmly in the arena.

Adrian.

All the magicians in the arena held their breath as they looked at him.

He began to write down the principles of the explosion formula and acceleration magic circle he had just demonstrated on his mana board, with remarkable composure.

Violet stared at the failing class professor with wide eyes.

‘Rachel…’

Was Rachel’s skill lacking?

That was nonsense.

The mere fact that she could create a situation that could put everyone in the arena at risk was proof that she handled advanced magic.

Others’ impressions were no different.

The formulas Rachel had unfolded were certainly impressive.

It was a performance that clearly showed why she took such pride in being a professor of intermediate class.

When it came to explosions, there surely was no one as talented as her.

But what was the result?

The students’ gazes moved to the wall at the edge of the arena.

Smoke was rising from there.

With a thudding sound, Rachel’s body, which had been embedded in the wall, collapsed onto the floor.

The intermediate class professor, who had been prouder than anyone else, was now lying on the floor in a pitiful state.

Now everyone’s eyes turned back to Adrian.

Admiration for the winner and the elation that magicians typically feel mixed together.

The failing class professor was by no means weak.

Everyone there had clearly felt it.

What they had just witnessed in the arena would remain an intense memory, never to be forgotten.

If there was one regret, it was that they couldn’t confirm the students’ abilities.

But one thing was certain.

The rumors about Adrian fighting against demons at the Academy were not baseless.

“…It’s overwhelming.”

It wasn’t an overwhelming defeat, but an overwhelming victory.

Michelle, who disliked undignified expressions more than anyone else, couldn’t help but wear a dazed expression this time.

It was unbelievable, even though she had seen it with her own eyes.

Since Adrian had recently given special lessons on acceleration magic circles to the representatives, including Michelle, she naturally knew that he could handle acceleration.

However, she couldn’t have imagined he would be able to utilize it to this extent, to the point of decisively defeating the intermediate class professor.

“Despite being a pervert professor…”

He was an extraordinary man who far exceeded her expectations, even though she had anticipated something.

Even for a genius telekinetic girl like Michelle, all she could do in this situation was stare at that man with a blank expression, as if entranced.

Tak.

The mana chalk that had been moving on its own in the air fell to the floor.

At the same time, Adrian turned to face the referee.

“Ah… Ah!”

The referee, whose eyes met Adrian’s, hurriedly opened his mouth as if he had just remembered his duty.

“Ah, Adrian won! Therefore, the final victory goes to the failing class!”

Simultaneously, people began to cheer once again.

“Professoooor~!!!!!!”

The failing class was no exception, and among them, Isabel naturally showed the most intense reaction.

Of course.

Michelle looked at her while covering her ears.

It wasn’t surprising, since she was an emotional person.

But…

“Professor! Professor! Professor! Professor!”

“Professor Adrian! Oh my!”

It was hard to get used to even Charlotte acting like this.

Even the quiet Lotten had jumped up and started shouting.

It was only now that Michelle learned Lotten could raise his voice this much.

Isabel was the first to run into the arena.

And as always, when one person starts, the rest follow.

Other failing class students also began to run towards Adrian in the arena.

“The failing class won! The failing class won!”

“….This is really childish.”

Michelle muttered, but she wore a secretly pleased smile.

She fully understood her classmates’ feelings.

Michelle had fallen into the failing class due to an accident.

In other words, there was always a possibility for her to escape the failing class.

However, those who had fallen into the failing class without the hope of family background or talent must have accumulated so much worry and frustration.

What these kids needed most was hope.

And what Adrian had just shown was also hope.

Even Michelle was suppressing her rising elation, so how much more did these kids feel?

‘Well, so let’s go along with them for today at least.’

Michelle also slowly started walking towards Adrian.

“As expected, Professor Adrian is amazing! Professor is the best!”

Charlotte grabbed and shook anyone next to her.

She didn’t seem to realize it was Pertel… that is, Tia.

“I really feel like I can do anything now!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Anything!”

“Then, don’t like Adrian.”

“…No, that’s not possible.”

“?”

Charlotte immediately let go of Tia’s collar which she had been shaking.

“Hmph.”

Everyone was so happy, why did only my mission have to fail?

Pertel wore a gloomy expression alone.

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Adrian looked around at the failing class students who had somehow run up to him.

Everyone had come, without exception.

‘I’ll be at ease for three days.’

No, maybe not even for that long if I think about preparing for the next branching point in advance.

But what does it matter?

Setting aside my inner thoughts for now, it should be fine to let the failing class students purely rejoice in this moment.

Because they’ll be walking an even harder path from now on.

It’s my role to overcome the hellish process and bring a happy ending to this world.

So if someone were to ask, ‘How do you feel?’

‘Honestly, I feel good too.’

I glanced towards where the intermediate class students were sitting.

It’s oddly satisfying to see them ogling me, rather than at their own professor, Rachel.

Yes, when I see scenes like this, I become certain of victory.

But winning didn’t mean it was all over.

There were still things to be done.

“We agreed to receive a sincere apology if we won.”

The medical staff surrounded Rachel, who had collapsed on the floor, and hurriedly carried her out of the arena on a stretcher.

Rachel’s face appeared dazed, with vacant eyes.

It seemed impossible to receive an apology from her right away.

Even if an apology was possible now, I would have refused it.

I wanted to receive an apology when the other party was in their best condition.

That way, it would be most humiliating for them.

The mere thought of it was satisfying.

“Professor! That was amazing! Professor!”

“Will we ever become like that too?”

The students chirped like baby birds beside me.

I had never received such enthusiastic cheers before, so it felt a bit uncomfortable.

It wasn’t that I disliked it… my body just rejected it.

“Isabel.”

“Yes? Yes!”

Isabel, who had been rejoicing mindlessly, snapped to attention at Adrian’s call.

Adrian pointed at the blackboard with his index finger.

“Did you understand all of this principle?”

“Huh?”

“I’m asking if you understood the entirety of this principle before rejoicing like that.”

At that, the students who had been hugging and jumping around started to cautiously observe Adrian.

Isabel also seemed a bit intimidated.

But then.

“Maybe…?”

A rather unexpected answer came from Isabel’s lips.

She walked steadily towards the blackboard, erased everything written on it, and picked up a mana chalk that had fallen on the floor.

“What I understood was…!”

Isabel wrote that.

“It means the failing class won today! We can just be happy for now, can’t we, Professor?”

“Woohoo!”

As expected of Isabel.

Everyone started to make a fuss again, cheering at Isabel’s brightness.

Now she even grabbed Adrian’s collar and started jumping.

As a result, the ring box that had been carefully tucked inside his clothes fell to the floor.

He hurriedly picked it up.

This is precious, you fools.

“You all get points deducted.”

“Woohoo!”

“I said points deducted.”

“Woohoooo!”

“Good grief.”

Adrian chuckled, dumbfounded.

Ah, of course, there was one person who behaved differently.

This time was no exception.

“I didn’t rejoice. Would you mind not deducting my points?”

“Of course you shouldn’t be happy after losing by disqualification. You get double points deducted, Michelle.”

“…?”

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“……”

Artel’s hand, which had been meticulously recording the activities of the failing class students—limited to the female students—paused.

Somehow, the work she had been handling lately felt a bit strange…

“Huh?”

“Is something the matter?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

After shaking her head vigorously in front of Christine, Artel resumed writing her report.

‘It was definitely… an engagement ring.’

Jekkiel had been conspicuously carrying the other pair of engagement rings that were thought to have been discarded.

Should I report this or not…

“Hmm. It seems the support was excessive.”

“……”

Artel let out a small sigh.

The Sin of Pride had been noticeably more anxious lately.

Judging by the situation, it seemed she should report it right away.

“Um, Christine.”

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[Man I had a lot to say about this chapter but I have a killer headache and it’s also 1am and I have work tomorrow so just type “amen” in the comments lol]