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Chapter 119 - A Slap for Every Penny Found (1)
"We’re going to live together from now on, right?"
I was montarily speechless as I looked at Isra’s brightly beaming face.
It wasn’t because I had gone deaf, nor because she had spoken in Elvish.
I just couldn’t make sense of the sentence itself.
The subject seed to be missing, but it probably implied sothing about us living together?
She suddenly showed up at the academy dorms with all her luggage?
"Olysia, you go inside and finish what you were doing."
I sent Olysia back into the house and asked Isra quietly.
"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
"What do you an? Isn’t it obvious that we should live together?"
"Okay, but who with who?"
" and you, of course."
"Why?"
"Why? What do you an why?"
Isra gave a look like I was a stubborn student who just couldn’t understand no matter how many tis she explained it.
"Which part are you struggling to comprehend?"
"Just... all of it. Why do you need to live with ? And when you say 'live together,' you an under the sa roof? In the sa house?"
"Is there another way to live together under one roof?"
"No, what I an is, why do we have to live together under one roof?"
"Why are you asking that? Are you seriously confused? Of course we have to live together! We’ve already shared our hearts, our bodies, our tongues, and gone all the way!"
"Shh! Shhh! Quiet!"
I quickly clamped my hand over Isra’s mouth and turned around to check behind .
Thankfully, it seed Olysia hadn’t overheard.
"Isra, just go back. If we live together at the academy, it’ll cause a huge commotion."
"Why would it?"
"For one thing, Olysia might flip out."
"Olysia?"
"Yeah. She’s obsessed with keeping my professor position at the academy secure. She can’t stand the thought of even the smallest blemish on my career."
"I know. When we were preparing for the competition, she kept asking if you were doing your job properly or if you were lazing around like so idle, no-good layabout, and whether you were on bad terms with the Headmaster."
What? What kind of image has Olysia been spreading about ?
"But what does Olysia’s concern for your career have to do with moving in?"
"It’s all related. Think about it: suddenly, the Vice-Headmaster and the Head Combat Professor are living together. They’re not even married. And in the academy dorms, no less. You think people won’t gossip?"
"Married… That’s a bit problematic…"
Elves don’t practice marriage. In fact, they tend to find the concept of being bound by contract to soone for life quite shocking and off-putting.
That explained why Isra’s expression instantly changed the mont I ntioned marriage.
"So, while it’s only natural for to live with you, in the human world, for a man and a woman to live together, they have to get married… If they live together without going through that process, all sorts of bad rumors will spread…"
Isra nodded seriously, looking thoughtful.
"In that case, I suppose it’ll be difficult for now. I understand, I’ll stay in the dormitory for the ti being."
She hugged her bag and gave a bright smile.
"Mister, co closer, please."
As I stepped closer, Isra quickly glanced around before pressing her lips to mine.
"See you tomorrow, then."
"Take care."
After Isra left, I savored the lingering, fresh scent around my lips as I returned to the house, where Olysia was waiting for in the living room.
"Sir Dian!"
"What’s with the yelling?"
"Why did the Vice-Headmaster say she’s moving in? Why did she bring all her luggage here?"
"Well, it’s… complicated. Let’s just say it’s sothing you don’t need to know about."
"I’m not a kid, you know? Hmmm…"
Olysia stroked her chin and scanned up and down.
"Sothing happened the night you stayed out, didn’t it? That’s why the Vice-Headmaster ca here, right?"
I almost told her, but then I rembered that Olysia was still a minor, so I decided against it.
Actually, it was only recently that Olysia found out I was a forr mber of the Demon King Slaying Special Unit.
I brought her here when she was very young, so I was worried she might blab about it to everyone if I told her.
Even when Linus visited Brunswell earlier this year, Olysia had no idea who he was.
Brunswell is a distant neutral port that was spared from the war, so Linus’s legend hadn’t really reached there.
It was only after we moved here that Olysia realized how famous Linus was and started asking how we beca friends, so I told her.
Now that she’s older, she knows how to keep secrets.
Surprisingly, when I told her I was a forr mber of the Demon King Slaying Special Unit, she wasn’t that shocked.
‘Oh, so that’s why you were able to beat the crap out of those Ferencino thugs all by yourself?’ was about the extent of her reaction.
I guess to Olysia, my past doesn’t really matter that much.
Anyway, I decided not to tell her. She’s still a minor, and how on earth am I supposed to say, "Yeah, I slept with Isra last night"?
"Quiet down, you brat. You’re still a kid to ."
"What?! Sir Dian! This is really important! We’re talking about the Vice-Headmaster here!"
"Let’s eat. I’m hungry!"
I chased the fuming Olysia off to the kitchen.
But seriously, Isra really surprised .
Who would’ve thought she’d just show up out of nowhere, ready to move in?
# # # # #
The day after we returned, the personnel order from the Security Office officially appointed Isra as the new Vice-Headmaster.
A new Vice-Headmaster’s office was established not far from the Headmaster’s, and Isra moved in there.
Her old office, which she used as the Head Theoretical Professor, was reassigned to Kaiden.
Kaiden isn’t coming imdiately; he has so matters to wrap up at the Tower of Illusions.
When the announcent of Isra’s appointnt as Vice-Headmaster was posted on the bulletin board, the response from staff and students alike was overwhelmingly positive.
Considering how much Isra had dedicated herself to the academy, this reaction was only natural.
"Oh, Professor Isra… I’m so glad for her…"
rilda, upon reading the announcent, even teared up.
It made sense, as she had witnessed firsthand how hard Isra had struggled over the past month while preparing for the competition.
"rilda, co with to the Vice-Headmaster’s office. We need to talk."
"Is this about the private lessons?"
Sharp as ever, rilda picked up on it right away.
"Yeah. We said we’d discuss it after the competition, didn’t we? Besides, the Vice-Headmaster herself invited us to co check out her new office."
"Sounds good. Let’s go."
As rilda and I headed towards the main building together, I heard soone calling out from behind.
"Head Professor! Head Professor!"
I turned around to see Orendi, his cloak billowing as he rushed towards in a fluster.
"Can we… haa, can we talk? It’s really… haa… it’s really important."
Barely able to catch his breath, Orendi, who clearly didn’t get much exercise, bent over with his hands on his knees, panting.
"What is it?"
"Just a mont… away from rilda… sowhere private… Hold on…"
It took him a long while to catch his breath, but eventually, Orendi pulled aside.
Once rilda was far enough away, Orendi asked.
"Head Professor, who are you really?"
"? You idiot, I’m the Head Combat Professor, of course."
"That’s not what I an, and you know it!"
Orendi shot back.
"When you went to bring in Priestess Maya, you were with the Chief Administrator Lormane. During the competition preparations, you were with the Great Mage Kaiden. And when you went to get the Vice-Headmaster, you were with Sir Linus and Lady Selene. They’re all mbers of the Demon King Slaying Special Unit!"
"Yeah. What citizen of the empire doesn’t know that?"
"All of this seems incredibly suspicious. You ca here recomnded by the Imperial Palace, you’ve got ties to the Special Unit, and… it just doesn’t add up."
Of course, he’d figure it out. He’s a mage, after all. Only an idiot wouldn’t have noticed by now.
I guess I’ll have to tell him. There’s no point in denying it anymore.
"Yeah, yeah. As you guessed, I was a mber of the Demon Kin—"
"You’re a secret prince, aren’t you?"
Orendi blurted out.
"…What? What did you say?"
"A secret prince. You’re the hidden prince that the Imperial Palace’s been keeping under wraps. It all makes sense now."
Orendi nodded to himself, as if confirming his own theory.
"You ca recomnded by the Imperial Palace and suddenly beca the Head Combat Professor. Every ti you get involved in sothing, the Security Office steps in to help you. It’s as if the entire Empire is working to support you. There’s no other explanation—it must be because you’re a secret prince. Right, Your Highness?"
Orendi stared at with a look that said, "There’s no escaping it now."
"You crazy bastard. Tch, tch."
I chuckled and flicked him on the forehead with my finger.
"Stop spouting nonsense and go do your work. I’m busy."
After getting rid of Orendi, I went up to the Vice-Headmaster’s office with rilda.
"Vice-Headmaster, it’s Dian."
"One mont please."
I heard Isra’s voice from inside after knocking.
After waiting a bit, I heard footsteps and the sound of locks being undone. It seed like she had locked the door from inside.
"Don’t open it yet. Wait a little longer."
Then ca more hurried footsteps and so rustling sounds.
"Alright, you can co in now."
I opened the door halfway, but then imdiately backed out and closed it again.
"What's going on, Sir Dian?"
Ignoring rilda’s question behind , I spoke through the closed door.
"Vice-Headmaster, rilda’s with too."
"Ehh?! Ahh! Uhh! Oww! That hurts!"
Inside, I heard the sounds of Isra moving around frantically, accompanied by a loud crash.
"Why is she doing that?"
"Oh, she probably only prepared two chairs and is getting an extra one ready for you."
I lied.
There was no way I could tell her that Isra had been standing by the window in nothing but so very revealing underwear.
That crazy elf…
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