I Beca a Genius Professor at the Academy
Personal Goal : Entice Academy students and lure them into either raising overall awareness about Illusion Magic / Or joining the Purple Magic Tower / Or buying a shitton of stuff from the Purple Magic Tower.
Mission : Bulk up students by using the Simulation.
Secret Mission : Track down traces of Black Wizards within the Academy.
Important Duty : Regularly introduce female students to Pink-Haired Lesbian.
I dont rember writing the last sentence, though. Was it you, Pink-Haired Lesbian?
What if it was?
The last sentence about duty and whatever was deleted.
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All administrative processing was tedious and strenuous. It caused both the conductor and receiver to squirm in agony. The professorial admissions process of the Academy was no exception.
So, hes invited as a Professor to lecture on counterasures to Illusion Magic
Shouldnt he be given so broader authority? Hes the Imperial Princes pick, after all.
I do not think it is right to entrust tasks to an unverified individual so blindly and recklessly. At the very least, we must first verify character and ability, before.
Hey Pink-Haired Lesbian. How about a ga of Word Chain?
Very well. Mithril.
Professors, administrative clerks, the Academys Vice-Principal, student representatives, and others were raising their voices about my treatnt. Amidst such argunts, I killed ti with Pink-Haired Lesbian.
All these problems stemd from the Second Prince, who abused his authority to shoehorn into the Academy without any proper organization or traffic control. If he was going to just plant here, he should have placed in a high position, not just send off and call it a day.
To make matters worse, he even left them a Crazy Wizard Usage thod by telling them, Since he can wield realistic Illusion Magic, he can supplent the Academy students lack of practical experience.
What was ironic was that he himself believed it was Dinsional Magic. It was a situation where the Imperial Prince, mistaking it for Dinsional Magic, was disguising it as Illusion Magic even though it was actually Illusion Magic. What a headache.
And so, what had ensued was this shitshow.
A massive debate erupted over what tasks to assign to the suddenly arrived wizard. And then, there was the word chain ga I was currently having with Pink-Haired Lesbian.
Lant Twists.
Sword of Sighs.
Is that actually a real artifact?
Is that truly an existing spell?
A warm-hearted word chain ga, where we doubted each others expertise, entered the third round at 1 win 1 loss each.
After 1 hour and 30 minutes of bickering, the Academy people concluded they needed to see my abilities first. A clerk with round glasses approached and asked.
Your realm?
3 Stars.
You havent even achieved tamorphosis, yet you think youre qualified to teach students?
Are you disregarding the Second Princes judgnt?
!! T-Thats not it, I-I am just doing my best to loyally serve the Empire.
The clerk rapidly lost strength in his words and started shrinking. After repelling the first challenger, a sleazy-looking wizard approached to interrogate .
I am Alejandro nuba. A Silver-Grade wizard from the Gold Magic Tower, responsible for maintaining the training grounds and teaching Introduction to Basic Elents at the Academy. I an no disrespect, but I have achieved tamorphosis.
He ant disrespect.
Mm.
There are quite a few students who have reached the 3 Star Realm here. This is the Academy, a facility that is the very foundation of the Empires national power. Your skills may be sufficient outside, but theyre deed far too lacking to take on the role of a Professor here. Wouldnt it be better, even if its for the students learnings, if you stepped down by your own choice?
U-Uh, e-excuse , where are you gazing at while speaking, Mr. Alejandro?!
What is that supposed to m Huh?
Silver Scrub had been mumbling all sorts of worries and concerns to an illusion-covered persimmon tree until he was snapped out of the Illusion Magic by soone calling from the side. His face turned tomato-red from the surging embarrassnt and he chewed on his handkerchief as he retreated.
He had a pretty thick ntal barrier, but when I camouflaged it with information about won, it was easily penetrated. Just as expected. From looking at his sleazy mug, I did think he would be crazy about won.
Lastly, a one-eyed Viking ca forward, holding a large two-handed axe in one hand.
Pleasure to et you, Anchovy! I am Alexon, in charge of the All Things About Close Combat course! Supplenting practical experience with Illusion Magic, you say? Thats nice. Only if you, Anchovy, can realistically implent combat, that is!
Hm.
How can an anchovy who doesnt look like he had real combat experience implent actual combat! Co out here and taste my axe! If you knock down, I shall acknowledge you!
How about a battle with words?
I answered as such and quietly opened the large bag I had been carrying at my side. It contained various equipnt for setting up a Simulation Room at the Academy. Among them were combat data I had diligently collected.
Long, long ago, I was beaten like a drum by a Clean Golem.
Since then, I had been feeding combat data into the AI and spinning a random wheel of infinite battles in accelerated ti as much as my mana would allow. It was not complete. For there was no end in the path of Martial Arts.
But it should be enough to compete to so extent.
You think you can win if you fight with your mouth? How delusional.
Try it.
Alright, Ill lift my axe and start by stepping diagonally to the right.
I inputted Cyclops Vikings combat data and waited. The AI produced the next move and I voiced it out, word for word. And then, this process was repeated.
Shortly after.
UheukheukSob.
Cyclops Viking was sobbing sorrowfully while hugging his axe. It was because despite forcibly and desperately struggling out of defiance a total of three tis, he was thoroughly defeated in the verbal duel. When asked to reflect on his defeat in a battle of words to a wizard, Cyclops later remarked as such.
The Wizards sword had no emotion.
It was a swordsmanship that only a completely maniacal devil-like slaughterer, focused solely on how to kill people while ruling out all emotions, could practice.
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I was confident I would lose if it ca to a serious one-on-one fight. After all, wasnt an Academy Professor essentially walking weapons whose job was to kill people? Even a scratch from Silver Scrubs Awl of the Earth would cause serious injury to .
But if you give a little ti for preparation and the first move, it was a piece of fucking cake.
Thanks to them underestimating because I was soone who hadnt even achieved tamorphosis, proving my skills was like a walk in the park. A Free Pass, if you will. I gained the facultys recognition and proudly beca a Professor in my own right.
Since I was dealing with administrative tasks, being assigned to a Professors dormitory and private office, and busily handling various duties, ti flew by quite quickly. Now, just a week away from the new term, I needed to finish preparing the lectures that I had been procrastinating.
Thanks to the Second Princes (forced) explanation, I was thoroughly acquainted with the Academys structure. Courses were divided into Core and Elective, with the forr being mandatory and the latter being chosen at ones leisure.
If there was a difference from modern university courses, it was that grades did not matter for graduation. You could still graduate from the Academy even if your transcript was plastered with Fs. It was just that no one did because it was embarrasssing as fuck to do so.
I was to teach Counterasures to Illusion Magic as a Core subject.
And as for electives, I was told to teach whatever I wanted.
It was said that so Professor chose to teach courses like How to Tear Apart a Wyvern with Your Bare Hands, so that their subjects looked so unappealing that no students would enroll in them. Whether they wanted to slack off or genuinely wished to impart such knowledge but were disregarded by the students was unknown, though.
What should I teach.
Are you contemplating what to teach so the kids will not register for your class?
No, I have no intention of slacking off. It would be better if we could help each other, you know? Theres so much I need to pass on to this cold-hearted, harsh dieval academy.
Such as?
Things like How to Pretend Youre a Swaggalicious dieval Knight, Eleven Ways to Steal a Mans Heart, and such.
?
Pink-Haired Lesbians expressionless face subtly changed. Then, suddenly, as if her Kill Crazy Wizard Mode was switched on, she floored the accelerator, giving absolutely zero fucks.
Do you like n? No wonder. I knew it would be like this.
Nah. Watch your words, you Les.
Then what is Eleven Ways to Steal a Mans Heart supposed to an? Please explain yourself.
Theoretically, since n understand ns hearts best, they would know how to steal them too.
I was confident about this. In this place, unmarred by clichs, every flirtation was a killing move. After all, hadnt I already conquered nurous n, including the Northern Grand Duke and, incidentally, the Second Prince as well?
Even though I did say it in jest, I was convinced teaching it would be effective. The thought of a noble lady running with toast in her mouth1common trope in japanese light novels/ani! already made my heart race.
Mr. Crazy Gay Wizard. You should at least pretend to agonize over how to root out the Dark Wizard.
Pink-Haired Lesbian, its all good. I have sothing in mind for that.
A big event to inject dreams and hope into a dreary academy life. With a slight variation, I could catch two birds with one stone.
Why do you think a Black Wizard would beco a Black Wizard?
Due to a tragic past, a desire for power, hostility towards the Church of the Goddess. Usually for such reasons.
Exactly. In the end, they chose to be Black Wizards because they lacked the power to achieve their goals. Look at this.
I pulled out a longsword that was slightly modified with magic and handed it to Pink-Haired Lesbian. She held it up and inspected it from various angles.
I would buy it for about fifteen silver coins.
Eh, I bought that for one gold coin, though?
Idiot.
Awaken, Demonic Sword!
When I recited the activation phrase, the jewel embedded in the hilt of the longsword split open, revealing an eyeball. The eyeball moved chaotically before narrowing its pupil to look at Pink-Haired Lesbian.
-Are you my new Master? To think that you would awaken , I must comnd such reckless boldne
Heup!
CRACK-!
Pink-Haired Lesbians third knuckle shot out. She perfectly transferred her body weight into a powerful punch that split the longsword in two. The Demonic Sword.died.
Pink-Haired Lesbian then readied her next punch and glared at .
What is the aning of this?
I hurriedly explained before that fist was aid at . Although it was a sha that the sword I spent one gold coin on was now split in two, saving my own hide was more important at this mont.
Its an illusion. All an illusion, okay? A toy sword made with Illusion Magic.
Co to think of it, I did not feel a wicked energy from it either.
I plan to release this reasonably convincing fake Demonic Sword to bait Black Wizards. I shall beco a fisherman who catches humans with this.
Do you really think you can deceive them with a sword that has no actual features?
You are clueless, I see. The key is in the storytelling
Yes, storytelling was what was crucial. If I stage-produced a situation that was so sick that one wanted to believe it was true, a toy sword could beco a real Demonic Sword sealed with extraordinary power. I planned to scatter these along with various Hidden Pieces throughout the Academy.
If it ended up in the hands of soone who didnt seem like a Black Wizard, it would say, As I am moved by your noble heart, I shall choose death of my own accord, before becoming a purified Demonic Sword.
I crossed my legs and held out my hand. Pink-Haired Lesbian looked at blankly before asking.
What is it.
You owe . Two gold coins.
I told you that it was worth fifteen silver coins at best.
Uh, excluding the fact that I got scamd. Its only considering the reagent materials used for its production.
.
Pink-Haired Lesbian averted her gaze. What was wrong with her? Wasnt two gold coins a trivial amount? Sothing that grew on trees or sothing? Moreover, its re change compared to the grants a Magic Tower received.
Uh, Magic Towers are the ones who receive a l..Hooo, the Defense Bureau is a bit stingy.
Looks like youre in debt then? Lie down.
Yes.
Pink-Haired Lesbian imdiately laid down. I stuck my butt onto her sturdy back and squeezed my legs. Using her ponytail as a handle, I lightly gripped it. Lately, this was how we played around. Because we were bored.
Because I was unable to see the Tower Masters face, I was lonely, thus making it all the more boring. Was she eating well? Bathing regularly? Still energetically fucking up her friends at the Magic Tower with low kicks? And perhaps, occasionally thinking of ?
As I carefully drew the Tower Masters face in the sky beyond the window, the door to my personal office burst open.
A familiar redhead swayed.
My na is Selvier, a freshman. I heard soone from a Magic Tower was here, so I ca to gree.OH MY GOSH?!
Ooooh, its good to s
W-Why are you two here, no, it seems urgent, so I-Ill co back later!
Red Tower Wizard slamd the door and left.
I fell silent, before murmuring carefully.
It seems like an unpleasant misunderstanding has arisen, right?
Yes, Young Master.
Sigh
It was spring.
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