All intelligence agency operatives, such as those from Krasilov, share a common trait: they are elusive when actively sought, yet faintly visible sowhere in the periphery when ignored. (Drovian is an exception.)
Therefore, despite the students, including Isabelle, incessantly scanning their surroundings with wide-open eyes, they never succeeded in locating Ivan.
Its a story from the first day of school.
Why is it that the person who was always absentmindedly peeking out from sowhere is suddenly nowhere to be found?! (Ecdysis)
Eshi, calm down a bit. Elpheira, can you use the tracking spell? (Isabelle)
Im casting it! But no matter what, his presence isnt detected? (Elpheira)
Is he absent from school?(Isabelle)
No, the range is definitely around here. (Elpheira)
Elpheira closed her eyes tightly, continuously reciting spells. Having experienced Ivans magic several tis before, casting a short-range tracking spell shouldnt have been too difficult for her.
But, even though he was definitely around here as Elpheira was pondering, Rundis, who was munching on a waffle nearby, cheerfully interjected.
Oh, thats probably because of the item my father gave him! (Rundis)
Your father? (Elpheira)
Yes! Hehe! Even the Sharp-Eared have to succumb to the wisdom of our illustrious ancestors, right? Its a Distortion Stone! When thrown, it disrupts magic! Just by having it, it provides so magical protection! Isnt that amazing? (Rundis)
Why would he give you sothing like that? (Isabelle)
Oh, if I start talking about that, the story will get long, but way back when. (Rundis)
Rundis began explaining the tradition of ancient rites and gift-giving among the illustrious ancestors. The rest of the hero party began ignoring Rundiss words and started scouring the surroundings.
Alright. Elpheira is useless now. What should we do? Maybe try Drovians thod, Eshi? (Isabelle)
Umm my hotown thod? Whats that? (Ecdysis)
Well, once you start a fire, even hidden people will show up. (Isabelle)
Why is that my hotown. (Ecdysis)
Is it right? If soone were to stab a thief and they ran away and hid, everyone in the village would rush out and set a fire nearby, as if it was part of a traditional ga. (Those caught like this usually moved on to another traditional ga. The most commonly chosen ga was The Blood Eagle.)
When Ecdysis, overwheld with anguish, quietly lowered her head, Oscar appeared in the distance. As usual, he was being forced to eat snacks amidst a group of won.
Oscar! Have you seen unle? (Isabelle)
Oh, Isabelle. I was just looking for him because of that. Have you seen the schedule? Sothing weird popped up for classes?
Weird class?
Go to the Knight Departnts 1st year lobby. No, wait. Co with .
Ignoring the wons complaints, Oscar joined the hero party.
[Elective: Study and Response to Demons.]
[Professor: Ivan Petrovich Yermov.]
[5 credits. Pass/Fail evaluation system.]
Uncle is even teaching now? Whats with the 5-credit elective? And its Pass/Fail? Just showing up should be enough, right? (Elpheira)
Wait, look at that. Isnt there another one? (Isabelle)
Isabelle turned her head at Elpheiras words. Among the schedules and syllabi plastered on the bulletin board, she found another familiar na.
[Elective: Basic Survival Skills.]
[Professor: Ivan Petrovich Yermov.]
[5 credits. Pass/Fail evaluation system.]
Goodness, hes teaching two classes? For a total of 10 credits? Does he have two bodies or sothing?
Given Yermovs usual behavior, he might just not sleep. (Oscar)
Ecdysis nodded at Oscars words. It was hard to argue.
[Elective: Anatomy and Magic Structure.]
[Professor: Ivan Petrovich Yeremov.]
[5 credits. Pass/Fail evaluation system.]
15 credits?! Just by taking uncles classes, you can fulfill more than half of the required credits? (Isabelle)
Wait, Isabelle. Sothings not right. (Elpheira)
Huh? (Isabelle)
A trap Isnt this a trap? (Elpheira)
All of a sudden? (Isabelle)
Elpheira scanned the hero party with a grave expression. Except for Rundis, everyone present had been essentially graduated from those classes during the first week of vacation.
Understanding Demons? Thrown into the midst of an orc herd and told to deal with them.
Survival skills? Plunged into a forest full of traps and tornted day and night.
Anatomy and Magic Structure? It feels like theyll be saying things like If you get hit here, it hurts, and if you get hit there, it hurts more! while shooting bullets into students bodies!
At Elpheiras words, the audience fell silent. It wasnt wrong. No, other explanations seed impossible.
The sight of Ivan calmly unfolding textbooks on the podium and conducting lectures was unimaginable.
Wait, did he experint with what hes going to teach next sester on our bodies? (Isabelle)
Lets not have such terrifying thoughts, Bella. Its too sad. (Ecdysis)
If its Yermov, wouldnt he just go, Hmm. Thats reasonable.? Right, everyone? (Oscar)
I cant argue against that. (Elpheira)
In response to Elpheiras words, Oscar quietly nodded his head with a smirk.
Why is everyone acting like this? Wasnt it a really useful class? Even if this sesters content reflects what we experienced, isnt it like getting a sesters worth of credits for free? We did the prep work, after all. (Oscar)
This one always looks so positively at things. (Elpheira)
Are you crazy, Oscar? (Isabelle)
Why would I be? I liked the class. I gained a lot and learned a lot. (Oscar)
This one always looks so positively at things. (Elpheira)
Isabelle ignored the twinkling-eyed Oscar. Co to think of it, this guy had received the most authentic knight training in Tylesse. Maybe dealing with orcs while camping in the forest was part of the basic education curriculum.
Then, Rundis suddenly woke up.
Wow, so we can et Ivan and attend classes for 15 hours every week? Count in! (Rundis)
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At Rundiss exclamation, the threes gazes turned to each other. They simultaneously scanned the class schedule. On the titable, those three classes were positioned on different days each week.
In other words, they could spend at least 5 hours with Ivan every three days.
They looked at each other again. Despite having different iris colors and eye shapes, the gazes of the three were remarkably similar to those of the others.
If one of these kids takes this class
These brats might end up being trained by Uncle every week?
Even if they all attend the lectures, humans cant possibly beat elves in the field of dog training, right?
What they gain is 15 credits and Ivan (not). What they lose is just the shackles.
The three simultaneously chuckled and tucked the class schedule into their bags. Their movents were so discreet and swift that it would have earned applause from the Intelligence Headquarters operatives.
The credits are substantial! Oscar isnt wrong either. Actually, we all did the prep work, didnt we? (Isabelle)
Thats right! And Survival Skills? Its basically a hobby for Drovian! (Ecdysis)
Well, its an elective, right? Lets attend the orientation once and then decide? (Elpheira)
With warm smiles, the three looked at each other and headed towards the classroom.
Welco.
The classroom fell silent at the completely unwelcoming voice.
The protagonist of 15 credits, a man who had captured the attention of all first-year students at the current mont, stood on the platform.
His tall stature and sturdy build effortlessly carried the ordinary coat with a hint of magnificence. Beneath the cuffs, his robust hands revealed nurous scars, emanating a sense of presence.
His posture at the lectern was straight out of a painting. A motionless, piercing blue gaze. And below that, a neatly trimd, lush beard.
He looked like a officer who had just erged from war propaganda. (And thats the truth.)
He began writing on the blackboard behind the lectern. The angular script slid smoothly across the board.
My na is Ivan Petrovich Yermov. If youve heard my na before, its likely from the last tournant.
His words elicited murmurs from the students. The tournant, hosted personally by the princess, was the biggest event in Frechenkaya just before sumr vacation. Naturally, everyone present had been there.
The Black Knight? The Butcher? The Human Tank? Such whispers echoed among the students. Ivan continued without bothering to interrupt.
I wont introduce myself. Its aningless. I wont listen to your introductions. Its aningless as well.
With a dry tone, Ivan finished speaking and turned to continue writing on the board. Thud, thud. The white letters appeared on the blackboard.
I will teach you Demonology and Response Strategies in this class. I believe youve all confird the course na before coming here. Therefore, I wont elaborate.
Ivan scanned the students again. So had interested gazes, while others yawned freely. No one seed serious about the class itself.
It was natural. These were kids who hadnt experienced war. It was to be expected. When he recalled his days as Kim Sunwoo, the high-credit electives were simply ti for sleeping while attending classes.
But that wouldnt do. Unlike South Korea, where war was just a distant tale, in this world, war was like a looming shadow.
Unavoidable, suffocating, inevitable. Always lurking behind, growing steadily.
Ivan pressed his desk firmly and spoke.
All demons with physical forms share a common weakness. Does anyone know what it is?
?
He never expected an answer. Ivan simply nodded silently and continued speaking.
They die if you decapitate them.
Geez!
Laughter erupted among the students. It was an inappropriate joke, and they looked at him as if to say, Really, sir? Ivan spoke bluntly.
Its an obvious statent. But its also true. All demons have different characteristics, threat levels, ecologies, and tactics. In this class, you will learn how to sever their heads regardless of their individual traits.
Any questions? A student raised his hand eagerly at Ivans words. When Ivan gestured for him to speak, the burly male student chuckled and said,
Im curious about the professors experience! Have you ever faced all the demons you ntioned?
Laughter erupted among the students. While Jans Universitys lectures were known for their quality, everyone present here were nobility. Naturally, it ant that they were all prodigies who had completed basic education in their own territories.
From the perspective of such students, a professor was nothing more than a salaried worker, except for a few very famous ones. The authority of a professor in a noble school could never be very high.
Most of the nobles of this era belonged to the high-ranking officer class with military experience. It was a characteristic of feudalism. Since the last war, the authority of the surviving nobles, especially those who survived, had beco even higher.
Even in the Allied Kingdoms, it could be said that only the most outstanding individuals were ticulously gathered.
In the eyes of these students, Ivans status as the Third Son of the Erging Northern Noble was nothing more than external recognition. It was because he had already beco famous in the last tournant.
An erging noble ultimately amounted to nothing more than a rcenary group that established a major. And being the third son ant being pushed out of the inheritance and driven out of the territory, becoming a wandering knight. Therefore, he was just a re rcenary.
In such a situation, even as a professor, one cannot command respect from the students. It was almost an open confrontation. Ahead of the coming sester, the plan is to groom this new instructor and comfortably take the class.
Of course, Ivan doesnt care about any of that.
If theyre the types I can deal with, all of them.
From goblin slaves to wyvern commanders, all of them.
Ive killed them all at least once.
Ivan looked at the student with impassive eyes. The male student who had raised his hand hesitantly sat back down, startled by Ivans deanor.
Silence descended again. The students who had been idly passing the ti were no longer there. They montarily felt a sense of dread in the face of Ivans grim answer.
Such fears tend to dissipate easily. Ivan, having been in charge of recruit training, didnt easily believe in fear stemming just from words.
Instead, he prefers wielding an axe and a pistol. This class wouldnt be much different.
Any other questions?
Um I have one question!
A student hesitantly raised his hand. The burly male student glanced at the syllabus and asked,
The syllabus says all the classes are practical, but how do we practice the ecology of demons? Keeping demons seems impossible, doesnt it?
Thats a good question.
Ivan nodded briefly.
Watching him, Isabelle clenched her fist with tension, swallowing hard. This doesnt feel right. She thought.
I will take on the role of the demons throughout all the classes.
Excuse ?
You will learn about the ecology and counterasures of demons through . Any other questions?
Um um. I understand
If there are no more questions, Ill end the lecture here. Co dressed more casually next week for easier movent. Theres no need for weapons. They will not be allowed.
Ivan cut the conversation short and left.
In the chilly silence, Ecdysis whispered softly into Isabelles ear.
I knew it would co to this.
Ill Ill look into the escape routes. So we can flee together whenever he decides to slaughter the noble brats
Just by listening to him, it doesnt sound like a joke. Hes not even soone who knows how to joke in the first place.
No ones really going to die, right?
Isabelle lifted her bag, lost in distress.
This was just Ivans first class. Since Ivan had to digest 15 hours of lectures in a week, she would face him again the next day at another class orientation.
Authors Note (Authors Postscript): Writing academy-thed stories set in a school background is really tough
It was easier when it was set in places like underground dungeons, deserted forests, or terrorist-ridden abandoned buildings
Was it a bad idea to set it in a school background for an academy-thed story?
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