Theres a psychoanalytic model commonly referred to as the five stages of death, which identifies five stages that soone goes through before they recognize the end of their life.
The students who sadly learned that they had been robbed of their entire vacation by an agent of the Counterintelligence Command were experiencing the advanced culture of this earth firsthand.
First, denial.
No, this isnt reality. Theres no way this could be real, right? Haha, yeah Spending the whole vacation hospitalized. Hahaha I must have quite the imagination.
Isabelle shook her head gently with a bright smile in the first week of hospitalization.
It was definitely a strange ceiling on the first day, and even after the first week of hospitalization, its still a strange ceiling.
When will the familiar ceiling tiles of my pretty mansion appear there?
Isabelles smile faded in the first week.
Second stage, anger.
How could he While I was hospitalized, soone cut apples every day and fed them to !! After putting in the hospital, he never once ca to visit?!!
From this point on, except for priests who ca to visit for nursing, no one else attempted to enter Isabelles hospital room.
The anger of a knight who has just stepped on the threshold of a giant sotis creates physical phenona. Its becoming possible to kill a person just by being alive.
Sadly, this was as far as Isabelle got. Her anger did not progress to the negotiation stage until the end of the vacation.
The first person to reach the negotiation stage was Ecdysis.
To father. Im doing well. Im hospitalized with a few broken bones, but Lady Saint is truly gentle. Oh, if youre curious why Im like this, its nothing serious. Just a victim of dostic violence. I was brought to the ergency room by my husbands rciless violence. But its okay. Ill overco it with the power of love. Dont worry and co visit soti. Love, Ecdysis.
Ecdysis murmured with a gloomy face as she sealed the letter envelope with wax.
A few days later, receiving her letter in haste, Einar summoned Mordred to inquire about the details.
Oh, Ivan said he did so training. Apparently, he went to the mountains and let so orcs loose
Orcs? How many?
About thirty, as far as I know, sir.
Ecdysis alone?
No, sir. Oscar, Elphiera, and Isabelle. Theyre with him.
Einar set the letter down quietly and chuckled contentedly.
mories I had those days too. Haha peaceful tis. Just thirty orcs. Do you know? In the battlefield where Maximilian and I first fought together, the basic formation of orc fellows was 300?
Oh, right. It was like that back then. Nowadays, the youngsters are
Its a good thing Ivan is watching over them. Otherwise, the kids would have beco too soft. Its fortunate.
Yes, sir.
Ecdysiss negotiation stage would be declared a mistake in choosing the negotiation subject. She had forgotten that Drovians warriors dont negotiate. (She should have negotiated with the saint instead.)
Afterwards, Ecdysis sent several unanswered letters to the holand and trembled in loneliness.
However, the elves, who think differently from foolish humans, had already surpassed that stage long ago.
The fourth stage, depression. At this stage, Elphiera was busy filling one side of the hospital room with books.
They were mostly books on training thods for different breeds.
Most of the dogs behavioral problems are due to the guardians fault, thats the latest conclusion in the academic world.
Yes, Miss Graykencos.
So, when a dog bites a person, pees anywhere, or invites its guardian into the mountains and throws them in front of thirty orcs, it actually ans its the guardians fault.
Is that so? Even for dogs?
Yeah. If you take them for walks often, prepare their food yourself, and manage stress by playing gas like fetch or tug-of-war together, those things wont happen often. That was the conclusion of this book.
I see.
Elphieras nodding soullessly. For several days now, Elphiera had been murmuring, Thats right, its my fault. I was bad. Dogs shouldnt be raised like that. There are no bad dogs in the world, in a low voice.
Though the topic was sensible, the atmosphere was strangely chilly, so inadvertently, the soul cast a warming spell. Unlike Kallion, Krasilovs sumrs seed to be on the chilly side.
And finally, as the vacation was nearing its end.
As the discharge date approached, the three people simultaneously reached the final stage.
Sadly, they regressed back to [anger] instead of [acceptance].
Uncle you are late.
To the man who never visited even once.
At this pace are you going to make wait until I beco an old woman?
With a conclusion that a clear alternative was needed.
Tock, tock, tock.
It always rained at tis like these.
Ivan, now recalling the blurry mories of Kim Sunwoos movies, stood in the rain.
Its a Hollywood movie clich. When the protagonist stands in front of a grave, the weather turns gloomy and it starts raining.
In fact, it often rained in Frechenkaya at this ti. The last drops of rain pouring at the beginning of autumn. Then it would start snowing.
Senior, what are you doing out here without an umbrella?
Dmitri.
Ivan glanced briefly at the umbrella over his head and then bowed his head again. Raindrops were hitting the gravestone.
The national cetery for fallen soldiers located in a section of Frechenkaya Central Park lay quietly shrouded in dense mist.
-Ivan Petrovich.
-1236 1268
All fallen mbers of the Cleanup Unit are buried in an unnad cetery within the Counterintelligence Headquarters. Including cases where the bodies couldnt be recovered.
They dont leave gravestone nas. The records of Cleanup Unit agents are erased simultaneously with their deaths. Since even their families didnt know about their achievents, the only way to prove their existence is through the mories of their comrades.
So, it can be said that Ivan had a lot of help in leaving behind this gravestone when he faked his death.
Since then, Ivan had visited his grave once a year. His official date of death. But it was for the rembrance of the deceased, not for himself. With guilt for being the sole survivor and the sin of leaving behind a na alone intertwined.
His empty grave was the only place for those who died during that ti. There was only one na left here, but underneath the empty coffins, the nas of seven hundred agents who had fallen together were written densely.
This is hypocrisy.
Ivan stood there for a long ti, watching the rain pouring down on the gravestone.
I received the report, sir. You put the period nicely. You should smile.
Tick, tick. A sound of flicking a lighter was heard behind him. Soon, a sharp sll of tobacco filled the air.
Dmitri took out a half-crushed pack of cigarettes by Ivans side.
Would you like one?
I quit.
These fellows havent quit yet.
At those words, Ivan quietly looked at the cigarette. It was a standard issue military cigarette stamped with the Krasilov emblem. It was harsh, bitter, tasteless, and had a strong sll of tobacco.
Cigarettes were the agents poison. During infiltration missions, the cigarette fla was incredibly convenient, and the smoke posed a threat to the keen senses of the vampires.
But at the sa ti, it was the agents only solace. Having survived for years in enemy territory, where not even family, let alone kin, could be seen, agents found solace only in cigarettes.
Alcohol severely affects physical responsiveness. Agents never drink during operations. But cigarettes remained the only comfort for agents in secured areas.
So, during those tis, every agent carried cigarettes. In fact, not only agents, but every soldier of that ti did.
Without these sturdy sticks, the war would have been unbearable.
Ivan plucked a cigarette from Dmitris hand and placed it in his mouth. The lighter approached his face courteously.
Dmitri gently held the fla to Ivans lips with gloved hands. The cigarette smoke heated Ivans lungs.
Whew.
The white smoke mingled and disappeared into the mist.
The sensation of nicotine seeping into his brain was dizzying. The cheap tobacco leaves burned, emitting acrid smoke.
After inhaling deeply twice more, Ivan exhaled deeply and placed the cigarette in a corner of the gravestone.
Kthick, the cigarette, soaked in rainwater, soon extinguished, emitting a faint smoke.
It was a montary combustion. Ivan looked up at the sky following the last strand of smoke from the cigarette, and for a mont, he squeezed his eyes shut in the rain.
A few seconds later, Ivan lowered his head again. His voice that followed was as dry as before.
I have sothing to report.
Yes, sir. Baron Valica has completed the rebel extermination in Andgrind. He complained that negotiations with the secretary were faltering.
Other than the obvious?
The baron requests to see you once.
Baron Valica?
Most likely, Duke Volonovin. You expected that aristocrat to notice, didnt you?
One of the three dukes of Krasilov, the commander of the 1st Northern Division, and the military governor of the Northern Maquis. General Volonovin. Ivan nodded his head as if unfolding an old file, pondering the old na.
What else?
Theyve unearthed the Sky Vault of Abiditas. As initially negotiated, the negotiation results in Andgrind are entirely for the 2nd Northern Division, and the Sky Vault of Abiditas is decided to be received by the Counterintelligence Headquarters Are you alright? The treasures collected by those lizards are usually not ordinary items.
Not needed. Dispose of what can be disposed of, and incinerate everything that cannot be converted into cash.
Yes, sir.
All kinds of goods acquired by agents during operations are naturally incorporated into the royal treasury. However, if its called a report from the Septi Chamber, its not an exaggeration to say that its value is astronomical.
They were leaders of an entire nation. In their treasure vaults, all the wealth that one nation could possess throughout history is piled up.
As for Abiditas, he was the leader of the necromancers. Even among the countless treasures, most would likely be contaminated and unusable, but even so, there would be enough remaining to establish a new lineage.
Ivan briefly nodded. Wealth was not needed. The operating expenses of the orphanage are fully supported, and his operational expenses can be received from the national treasury. Other than that, what aning does it have personally?
Lastly, uh. The princess said sothing strange.
What is it?
That you will be a professor? Is that true?
Uh-huh.
Teaching whom? Students? Seriously?
Uh-huh.
Its a disaster. Is there room in the graveyard. Should I ask.
From the tournant hosted by the princess to the Andgrind War, Ivans activities were already too well known externally.
There are still few who realize who that Ivan of those days was. The na Ivan Petrovich itself is too common.
But externally, Ivan could no longer operate undercover. He flew too high in the lilight.
So, it must be utilized. In the current situation where his na value has skyrocketed, its the most rational thing to do.
I felt like I needed to prepare.
This ga seems to have a slightly strange difficulty design.
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On the first day back ho, Ivan sat at his desk, opened his notebook, and got lost in thought.
Since the Tutorial event began, Ivan had been organizing the stages by tiline, and he felt uneasy.
The field internship assault, where most playable characters would die without external assistance, was one thing. But Enriqu was nearby, so maybe the stage completion condition was simply to defend for a certain amount of ti.
The subsequent Frechenkaya underground assault was also reasonable, except for the boss.
Then it beca a problem. The boss of the Academy Secret Room that Ivan solved was an entity beyond the norm. Although sealed and lost all powers except divine, it was a situation created by coincidence.
If Ivans role is removed from the equation, what would have happened? The boss, who had steadily gathered strength in the Frechenkaya underground, would probably have appeared in the latter part of the story and set the entire city on fire.
Even if the boss for the latter part was dealt with beforehand, doesnt that an that Frechenkaya would suffer damage to the extent of being burned down in the original storyline?
And this ti, the Andgrind Civil War.
If Ivan hadnt been there, Enriqu would never have intervened alone in the Andgrind Civil War. Given the circumstances, the Secretary would have been defeated, and the anti-human dwarves would have unified the underground city.
And then, they would have fully restored Abiditass power, and perhaps even acquired the divine. With a new Dragon General, they would have begun to dominate the northern regions of Krasilov.
At that point, the Northern Legion would have been unable to stop them.
By chance, Ivan, who had once tried to kill Abiditas before the end of the civil war, intervened in the situation and cut off the foundation of the latter part of the story.
But if the storyline had progressed as originally planned Krasilov would surely have perished at that point. Having lost Frechenkaya and the northern base.
And the fall of Krasilov would have inevitably beco a fatal blow to the Northern Alliance. It would have ant the collapse of the last bastion defending the northern front.
If such a situation were happening across the entire Northern Alliance
With a grave expression, Ivan looked at the map of the Northern Alliance. The three fronts of the north, west, and south. All the waters except for the Kallion Gulf, and the other countries bordering the demon lord and the monarchies.
Would there be any organization left to bear the burden of a second Great War? No. There wouldnt be.
All indicators were pointing to a new war. Ivan was a rational person, so he did not interpret the situation hopefully.
When there was clear evidence of a situation, Ivan didnt resort to persuasion or rationalization; he wielded axes and pistols. This situation was clearly a precursor to war, and war was sothing Ivan couldnt handle alone.
After careful consideration, Ivan was appointed as a professor at the University of Jans.
Fortunately, Elizaveta fully supported his appointnt. Except for the war part, in terms of being a university professor. (Because the curriculum of the professors lectures could be suppressed by the deans authority, but it was difficult for the princess to suppress the operational plans of the Cleanup Unit.)
Thus, in the first sester of the second year at St. Jans University, three liberal arts courses unrelated to majors were established. Thanks to the full support of the dean, they were perfect courses with unbelievable grades attached, announced to be graded only as P/F.
*
This feels like a trap.
The students who completed Ivans course in the sumr sester realized it as soon as they saw the course description.
*
Authors note (Authors afterword): Holiday vibes.
Finally, an academy professor story I thought. But when I think about it, there hasnt been a ti when it wasnt an academy professor story, has there? When did I start thinking I wasnt writing an academy story?
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