I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy – Chapter 7

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“I’m dizzy.”

Dizziness and fatigue. Experiencing some symptoms of anemia, I left the lecture hall.

Even as I took each step, I did not forget to organize the game’s scenario and the events the characters would experience in my mind.

‘Today is a day when no one dies.’

There were no deaths of the protagonist or named characters scheduled for today.

Of course, there are always variables in every situation, so I would not let my guard down completely.

However, the peace that an ordinary person should naturally enjoy is something I am most grateful for now.

Perhaps the term “ordinary person” was a bit misused since I’m a vampire to begin with.

“Anyway, I’m dizzy.”

This too is because I’m a vampire.

I had consumed quite a bit of life force recently in preparation for the lectures.

For the demon race, the source of using magic is not mana but life force.

Black magic does not demand anything particularly high-level from the user.

If you pay the corresponding price, you simply get the result.

‘To observe an additional 59 people, I will need far more life force.’

Of course, since I have to utilize my innate trait, the King’s Evil Eye.

There are a few means for vampires to replenish their life force.

The most efficient is blood sucking, followed by sexual intercourse, and the least efficient is sleep.

No choice really. The only option I can take now is sleep.

Since I had them do self-introductions under the pretext of self-study, I should be fine for today at least. Definitely.

No, not just today. I’ll only sleep for three hours.

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The lecture hall with all the desks and chairs removed was more spacious than expected.

By quite a lot, in fact.

“Looking at it this way, it’s even better than the training grounds?”

“Yeah. With everything cleared out, it’s huge.”

While some students showed enthusiasm for the self-introductions, Michelle just snorted.

“Ha.”

It was unbelievable.

No other way to describe it.

The “telekinesis” that the Meinens family boasts of are on a different level from what others practice.

The reactions of adults mentioning telekinesis power in front of Michelle were always the same.

They would either praise her tremendous telekinesis power, ask about the secret, or seek advice…

Yet such attitudes only felt bothersome.

Nothing worth getting worked up over.

But Adrian.

What on earth were his actions about?

He just treated her like a tool for moving desks and chairs.

The very fact that he gave such orders solidified the superior-subordinate relationship between them.

He must be mindful of how he appears in front of the students.

…More calculating than I had expected.

“I’ll endure it.”

It’s not like I’ll be here for long anyway.

Once my body recovers, I won’t have any reason to come near the failed class.

But then again, what do I know? Just thinking that way makes me feel much better.

No matter how much he pretends and acts, his commoner status will not change.

And from a young age, Michelle had always seen how commoner mages eventually reveal a sense of inferiority.

You must be envious of our family.

I understand.

The incident during the level assessment.

That must have been when you wished I would just keep falling.

Sorry, but that will never happen.

“Yeah. I’ll endure it.”

I don’t dislike those things for no reason.

I dislike even being associated with them.

There’s dust on the bandages.

I was thinking of changing the bandages when…

“Michelle. Your telekinesis power is really strong.”

A cautious voice called out to me.

Michelle just turned her head slightly.

Led by Isabel with her impressive black hair, there were a few more of the failure classmates…

No, let’s not call them mates.

There were a few more of the failed class guys.

“But I still feel I should say thanks.”

“For what?”

Surely she’s not about to say thanks for clearing out the desks with my telekinesis power?

If that’s the level of thinking you’re capable of, no wonder you’re in the failed class.

If she says something like that, I’ll really show her a-

“I heard you were the one who suggested clearing out the lecture hall so we could use the open space, Michelle?”

However, Isabel’s words were completely unexpected.

“Um…”

I was so taken aback that I couldn’t even give the obvious denial.

Ridiculous nonsense.

But I still needed to take note of it.

If something happened without my knowledge, the first step was to gather information.

Fortunately, Michelle had more than enough composure for that.

As I waited silently for Isabel to continue, she went on.

“I’m really glad you did. To be honest, I didn’t want to go to the run-down training grounds the fail class uses. What made you think of suggesting that?”

“Who did you hear that from?”

“The professor! He mentioned it while you were moving the desks.”

“Ah ha. Adrian.”

I was about to snort again, but instead let out a slight laugh.

The sheer ridiculousness had gone far beyond unbelievable.

I should probably raise my evaluation of him a bit.

From a calculating professor to a ‘very thoroughly’ calculating professor.

So this is how it goes.

He’s certainly clever, employing speech that conceals intentions within situations.

Adrian was presenting Michelle with a kind of negotiation card.

‘I won’t undermine your standing within the failing class. In fact, I’ll ensure you’re taken care of properly, so let’s get along as smoothly as possible with me, the professor.’

That’s the kind of card he seems to be offering.

‘How laughable.’

This negotiation feels inherently distasteful from the outset.

Because this negotiation presupposes that Michelle will remain in the failing class, does it not?

Ridiculous.

Why would Michelle, who will be leaving this class soon, have any reason to get along well with Adrian?

Of course, human relationships are important in life.

But are any important human relationships to be found in the failing class?

“Who would want to train in that run-down place? It’s only natural I’d suggest something like this.”

“Amazing. We were too scared to even bring it up. If Michelle hadn’t spoken up, would we have been doing assignments in that old training area?”

“Could be.”

Ordinarily, I would have stopped there and turned away.

Fundamentally, Michelle disliked conversing with others.

But if Adrian’s side was going to brashly engage in mind games, Michelle had no intention of losing.

So she continued speaking.

“That professor. He’s surprisingly sloppy in a lot of ways.”

At those words, the eyes of Isabel and the other students widened.

Isabel immediately asked again.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly what I said. You heard me clearly, didn’t you?”

Michelle shook her head.

“You could perform difficult techniques too if you just memorized and copied them.”

“But what about that self-assured attitude of his? Doesn’t that stem from some kind of basis?”

“It’s because he’s a commoner, so he’s desperate in his own way. If he doesn’t maintain that sharp attitude, his lack of pedigree will show easily.”

Doubt slightly spread across the students’ faces as they listened.

Their minds must have started spinning rapidly.

“Besides, have you ever wondered why he burned the original textbook and had us do self-study instead?”

“That was… because he said it would help us understand ourselves better, right?”

“How naive, Isabel.”

“… It’s not that?”

Isabel opened her eyes wide and asked.

“The self-introduction was just an excuse. But once everyone here understands themselves, what’s next? Customized lessons would be needed for all 64 of us. How long would it take one professor to prepare that?”

“Quite a long time… I’d imagine.”

“Even being generous and saying it’s possible, a minimum of one year. That means we’d have to do self-study in this empty lecture hall for a year. Hey, doesn’t this look familiar?”

The faces of the listening students turned pale.

If it had been an ordinary person speaking, they might have brushed it off.

But the one who opened her mouth was Michelle of the Maynance family, so no one could easily ignore her words.

Isabel asked with a pale face, “Does that mean… we’ll just keep doing self-study? In this lecture hall? Forever?”

“Judge for yourselves. The situation is laid out plainly before us. Where could the professor, who’s supposed to observe our self-study, have gone?”

That much discussion should be enough to sway public opinion.

Feeling she should add one last remark, Michelle parted her lips.

“We won’t be calling him ‘professor’ for much longer. Give it some time and we’ll be calling him a ‘swindler’…”

Thump!

“Ugh?!”

But then, someone forcefully shoved Michelle from behind.

Ordinarily she would have maintained her balance, but her broken leg had not yet fully healed.

It was an unexpected situation, so she couldn’t even use her telekinesis power to steady her body.

In the end, she fell flat on her buttocks with a thudding sound.

How long had it been since she last fell down?

Not since the level assessment against Harmilla de Adere.

The chill of the lecture hall floor seeped through her backside. Cold. Her mood was utterly foul.

No, worse than foul – disgusting. No, unbelievable.

When she looked up…

“…What is this?”

A short black haircut with reddish tints in the light. An eyepatch over one eye.

It was Charlotte.

The one who must have gone to the training grounds chasing after Adrian and ended up humiliated.

She was glaring down at Michelle with narrowed eyes.

“You pushed me.”

Michelle stated, an incredulous look on her face.

It was a laughable situation.

Michelle was the one who fell, yet Charlotte seemed to be the one losing her composure.

“…Ha.”

“I can’t hear you well.”

“…Take it back.”

“What?”

Charlotte bent her knees to meet Michelle at eye level.

“Take back what you said about the professor being a swindler.”

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