Chapter 38: The Duty of a Teacher
The Academy, located in the capital of the Sourne Kingdom, was increasing its reputation day by day based on its long history.
The cradle of the holy intellect, both in na and in reality. All the people of the kingdom knew that the outstanding talents who passed through here were supporting the kingdom today, and it will continue to do so for a long ti to co.
Naturally, there were a lot of big nas that the academy has produced since its establishnt, but if you had to pick one of the best talents of this century, it was Alan of the Leopold family.
No one dared to deny this fact. It was even more surprising considering that Alan was a young boy who had not even beco an adult during his school days.
It must have been a huge loss for the academy that he chose to drop out and pursue business in earnest instead of graduating, but couldnt help but cheer for the mbers of the Leopold family, who are the pillars of the royal family.
Alan Leopold, who not only showed continuous interest and affection for the academy with a large amount of donations sent every year, but was still a model for many students, and certainly the pride of the academy.
Clarissa Tudor, who served as both the Dean and professor from before his (Alans) school days until now, also deeply acknowledged this fact.
Although I had a slightly different perspective of him.
Sir Alan. (Prof. Noh)
Professor Nohs calm voice reverberated in the deans office.
It is a great honor to have you participate in the screening in person. I am truly grateful.
Leopolds successor sat face to face in front of him. With an impeccable elegance.
But, except for sir, the nine judges completely agreed with each other. This is the principle. So please, (Prof Tudor)
Mrs. Tudor.
Clarissa stopped breathing at the gentle word.
There was a ti when he called her a professor. But now he was a sponsor, not a student so he was able to call her by her last na instead of her title.
Mrs. Tudor.
Its a sha, I dont like to say it twice.
Alan spoke with an accent without the slightest distraction. The tone was elegant, but it had a sowhat chill in it.
Give that manuscript.
.that
You can choose the second manuscript that you have been thinking about until the very end.
I already knew that Alan Leopold was very good at hiding thoughts and feelings for his age. As the dean of the academy she had to read people and understand them
Clarissa Tudor read a dense emotion from the person sitting opposite her.
It was a clear desire.
His usual arrogant figure with uninspired eyes as if theres nothing in the world that could satisfy himshe couldnt believe hes showing such a blatant attitude. It was a difficult situation to believe in easily.
Clarissas head was filled with questions.
Did you call yourself a judge to take that manuscript? Could it be that noble Alan Leopold?
The reason was unknown, but no matter how great Leopolds successor is, he is a twenty years old young man. Sotis he could be clumsy.
Did you know that I can see all the feelings out of you, Sir Alan?
Yes.
The young patron slowly pulled up his picturesque lips. The scene where the silent smile was infested with pressure gave a strange feeling.
Because I didnt hide it.
.
The dean felt goosebumps running down her spine. Alan whispered slowly.
The Academy has been innovating in many ways lately, Mrs. Tudor.
That was true. The academy started repairing outdated facilities and at the sa ti began to expand so facilities.
In addition, the scholarship system was greatly increased following the founders desire to give more young people the opportunity to learn, and thanks to this, many students were able to knock on the door of the academy with enthusiasm for their studies.
All of this was possible thanks to the full support of the Leopold family, the largest supporter. There is no doubt that it is truly sothing to be grateful for.
The only thing that bothered her was that Alans attitude was unfamiliarly explicit. What on earth is his intention?
Clarissa gave a strangely repressed answer.
Yes, thanks to you.
Dont ntion it. Its my joy.
Alan, who was sitting upright, suddenly looked satisfied. The sculptural jaw seed to tilt gently, but soon it was lifted slowly.
The academy has a significant aning to .
.
So I dont want to end this sponsorship.
Seriously. Alan smiled a little.
Faced with that smile, an old mory naturally popped up in the head of the dean. The day when Alan entered the academy years ago.
My son, Alan Leopold.
The boy who entered the deans office with his father was so beautiful that she forgot her words. She even had the illusion of seeing an angel. The feeling of that day remained elusive no matter how many years passed.
But his appearance now is similar to.
.
In fact, after thinking about it, this guy Clarissa had already noticed that Alan, who only looked fair and beautiful like snow, was strangely twisted. It wasnt long after she watched him.
Facing Alans bizarreness, she felt obligated as a professor to guide her student. His great family didnt matter to her
Mr. Leopold.
Sticking to her principles. It was one of the few guiding principles she held as the Dean of the academy.
It would be better to throw away the idea that you can do everything in the world as you wish.
She couldnt rember what the young students response was that day, who hadnt even lived half of his life, but it was certain that he still has the sa twisted aura he had back then.
However, it was now dark enough to be incomparable to before.
There is no reversal of the vote, Sir Alan.
Is that so?
His cold eyes stared into the air. Clarissa spoke in a calm but solemn tone.
I dont know why youre asking for that manuscript, but it clearly goes against the purpose of this novel contest.
Arent you going to ask why?
Because hearing the reason wont change anything.
Whoo
Alan let out a windy laugh, but the Dean couldnt laugh along. At first glance, he seed to have a gentle face, but he did not hide his strangely overbearing gaze.
If youre trying to point out that lissa Collins work is reminiscent of a classic novel.
.
The appearance of characters with the sa na and the flow of so kind of Fugitive play is similar, but it is not unreasonable to judge that it is an expression of respect for masterpieces.
(T/N: the Dean ans by using the characters of a famous playhere the novel Fugitive can be seen as a respect to the masterpiece, to use characters from a masterpiece novel in your own novel is like showing your respect to the masterpiece novel)
I had no intention of telling such a la thing, Mrs. Tudor.
Alan shrugged his outstretched shoulders a little, and buried his body deep in his backrest with a languid expression on his face.
I was just deeply impressed by her writing.
It is a good novel. Objectively.
Isnt that the sa for the second novel?
His silent eyes lit up again.
If you give her novel, Ill bet the na of my family and be responsible for supporting her beyond what the royal family can do. Eventually, the two people* will be born, but I dont know what the problem is. Wasnt it a great purpose of promoting the culture of the kingdom?
(* He ans two great authors could be born and get support)
Clarissa gasped and managed to answer.
Would Miss Collins want that, Sir Alan? Do you think she sent her novel to the academy only hoping for an enormous support?
..Im sure she would want it.
The dean continued without hearing Alans murmur.
Even if all she wanted was the prize money and large amount of subsidies, there was no such thing as giving options to the winning work. Its written to the Academy, and it belongs to the Academy.
Oh, is that so?
Clarissa, who was watching the young sponsor cross his legs slowly, added in a rather shaky voice.
Even if we receive donations from your parents this year There will be no change in this decision, Sir Alan.
Then cold eyes stared straight at his teacher of the past. The dean held her breath.
It was also at that mont that she finally rembered what kind of answer her promising disciple in the distant past had given her.
Whats wrong with doing whatever I want? I dont know why its wrong to want to do whatever I want.
Alan of that day also had the sa beautiful smile like the man in front of her.
If the intention is not bad, there will be no problem, Professor.
His face, which is so beautiful and strangely eerie, seed to be the sa as it had been a few years ago. Clarissa closed her eyes in embarrassnt.
After a brief mont of silence, an unexpected answer entered my ears.
I understand, maam.
Her wrinkled face, which felt like the years had passed, shone in surprise.
Uh, err, could you say that again. What Im saying.
And I cant believe youre asking for donations. Ive told you over and over again what the academy ans to .
Alan stood up in an attitude that seed to have no suitable words other than that he was suprely gentle. While tightening the lapel that covered his wide upper body.
Your attitude has not changed at all compared to when you were in the academy. (Dean)
Alan Leopold, who left the field of learning and flew into society, was certainly more mature than the image she had in her mory. It is no longer unreasonable to assu that this man will soon beco a businessman who will rule the kingdom.
That stubbornness is what makes the academy an academy.
.
Clarissa sincerely thought so.
I know what you an, so Ill get up now.
Sir Alan. What happened today.
Professor Tudor abruptly stood up after him. The hem of her neat gray dress poured down with a sound.
The carriage is right in the front, so you dont have to co out.
Oh, then
Of course.
Respectfully, polite Allen turned and left with elegant steps. While leaving the deans office, he never looked back, but Clarissa couldnt take her eyes off until he completely disappeared.
Alan Leopold was the disciple that Professor Tudor was most concerned about in a sense. Thats why she had been concerned about him even after he left the academy.
If by any chance he causes a scandal in society with his excessive perfectionism and natural power. As a teacher who taught him for a while, she might suffer from guilt all her life.
And it wasnt until today that she felt as if so of the burden she had been carrying as her dean had been lifted. It seed the sa as then, but it was because of Alan, who was clearly different.
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Leopold, you may have learned more in society than here.
Clarissa smiled quietly with benevolent eyes.
Whoa, Im ashad of myself as dean.
The womans quiet whisper was scattered in the empty deans room.
But she didnt even notice. The mont when Alan Leopolds eyes turned into a stylized light as he stepped out the door. Contrary to what she thought, this young patrons knew how to perfectly hide his anger.
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