[Translator – Peptobismol]
Chapter 33 – External Special Student Selection Exam (6)
At this point, Isra started to have so wild imaginings.
Could it be that the Imperial Palace is considering Dian as the next headmaster?
No matter how she thought about it, there were too many suspicious points.
Isra had heard through various channels that the Imperial Palace was searching for a replacent to oust Kirrin.
Due to the Emperor, they had endured for several years, but with the first graduating class coming out next year, the Head of Imperial Security Bureau could no longer ignore the situation.
So, secretly, Isra had been expecting that she, who also served as the vice-headmaster, would beco the headmaster.
But what a surprise. Instead of the fad hero Sir Linus, whom everyone had been talking about, the one who ca was a scruffy, unruly human man with brown hair she had never seen before.
Upon arrival, this man dismantled Kirrin’s steadfast academy managent style, created the comrcial district, and brought in wild horses from who knows where.
And all of this was supported vigorously by the Imperial Palace.
Moreover, now, he brought a plan that was far superior to any that Isra and the esteed professors of the Theoretical Departnt had devised.
At first, Isra thought Dian was soone like Kirrin, who had connections with so high-ranking individuals, which is how he beca the Head Professor.
But now she saw that this man was exceptionally skilled.
He wasn’t the kind of person she had thought he was. Clearly… clearly there was sothing more.
From any angle, Dian seed to be the next headmaster prepared by the Imperial Palace.
Since Kirrin had the Emperor’s protection, it would be burdenso to replace her imdiately, so they assigned Dian as the Head Professor first to slowly take over the academy.
Then what about …?
Looking at Dian and Kirrin, it seed like flas of a dragon’s breath might shoot out from Isra’s eyes at any mont.
Contrary to Isra’s burning anger, Kirrin was all smiles as she adopted Dian’s plan as the basic template.
Dian’s plan included details from the Combat Departnt and had established overall issues, so it only needed the Theoretical Departnt’s areas to be included to be nearly complete.
The eting concluded with the administrative director being called in to discuss the budget and other needs for implenting the plan, and preparations were set to start that afternoon.
“Professor Isra, you should visit the infirmary. Divine healing will help you recover your energy.”
As they left the headmaster’s office, Dian suggested, but Isra shook her head.
“Thank you for your concern, but I am fine. It is inappropriate for a professor to visit the infirmary during working hours.”
“Co on, let’s go together. I’m tired too from staying up late last night, so I could use a buff.”
“A buff? What’s that? Ah! Let go of !”
When Dian suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled, Isra panicked and tried to shake off his hand.
However, Dian’s grip was so strong that she couldn’t resist and had to be dragged along helplessly.
“I’ll go on my own, so let go! My wrist hurts!”
“Oh, sorry, sorry.”
When Dian released his grip, Isra rubbed her wrist and glared at him before striding towards the infirmary.
Normally, she would have put on a mask of emotions, but she was extrely tired from working overnight, and the speculation that the Imperial Palace was pushing Dian as the next headmaster had ntally overwheld her.
As a result, her true nature had unintentionally co out.
But Dian, who had already figured out everything about Isra, followed her with a smile, unperturbed.
“Hello, Priestess. We’d like to receive so treatnt.”
“Are you injured?”
As they entered the infirmary, Priestess Maya stood up to greet them.
“We’re not injured, but both of us stayed up all night, so we were hoping for so fatigue recovery.”
Dian’s words made Isra look at him in disbelief.
It was no wonder. Dian had gone ho a little after midnight, while Isra had stayed up all night by herself.
“Please lie down here. I will imbue your body with holy power.”
When Dian and Isra each took a bed in the treatnt room, Priestess Maya began to manifest holy power.
The golden holy power enveloped their bodies with its characteristic warmth, and Dian unknowingly began to feel sleepy.
While Priestess Maya turned her back to Dian and used holy power on Isra, Dian started to doze off.
A little while later.
“Dian. Dian!”
Soone shook him awake, and when he opened his eyes, a dark figure was looking down at him.
“Headmaster?”
“I’ve been looking for you. What are you doing here?”
“I was receiving divine treatnt. But why were you looking for ?”
“Didn’t we agree to have so cake to celebrate?”
Only then did Dian rember jokingly telling Kirrin to treat him to cake for making a good plan.
“Get up quickly. I’ll buy you cake.”
“You just want to eat it yourself, don’t you?”
“Get up!”
Without responding to that, Kirrin grabbed Dian’s arm and pulled him up. It seed to be true.
“Uh, Professor Isra… want to co with us?”
“I don’t eat cakes with milk in them.”
“Sorry.”
Embarrassed by the unusually sharp response, Kirrin glanced at Dian.
“Professor Isra is a vegetarian. Let’s go ourselves.”
“Alright…”
After Kirrin and Dian left the infirmary, Isra, left alone, pounded the bed in frustration.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!!
“Please keep quiet in the infirmary.”
“Sorry, Priestess….”
During the practicum, Priestess Maya treated a student who had sustained a scratch and then quietly returned to her desk to begin recording the patient log.
[Head Combat Professor Dian visited the infirmary with the elf, Head Theoretical Professor Isra].
[Both of them ca to receive divine treatnt because they were extrely fatigued from staying up all night].
[During the treatnt, the Dark Elf Headmaster Kirrin ca in, took Professor Dian to a dessert cafe, promising to buy him cake].
[Seeing this, Professor Isra displayed inexplicable anger, repeatedly pounding the bed in frustration].
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[Translator – Peptobismol]
After leaving the infirmary, we headed straight to the dessert cafe.
“Headmaster, welco! Would you like your usual order?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
As soon as we entered, the owner recognized Kirrin and greeted her warmly.
“Headmaster, is anyone else joining you today?”
“It’s just the two of us.”
“Then why are you ordering a whole cake? Are you planning to take the leftovers ho?”
Kirrin flapped her ears sincerely, looking puzzled.
“Don’t we need a whole cake for the two of us?”
“Is that so…? Well, we did skip lunch, so we might be able to finish it.”
But earlier, the cafe owner had said this was her ‘regular order’…
“Thank you for the al!”
As the entire cake was placed on the table, Kirrin picked up a fork.
“Mmm! It’s really delicious!”
Kirrin’s ears perked up like a rabbit’s as she took a big bite of the cake. How cute.
“I noticed Professor Isra seed really angry earlier.”
Kirrin spoke as she wiped the whipped cream from her mouth with a napkin.
“Was it because I cluelessly suggested having cake? Maybe if I had suggested salad, she wouldn’t have been upset.”
I laughed at Kirrin’s completely off-the-mark guess.
“It’s not that. She was upset because you adopted the plan I made.”
“Oh, is that it? Well… I suppose Professor Isra’s pride must have been hurt.”
“She looked down on and the Combat Departnt, but when she saw the plan, she realized it wasn’t what she expected.”
“That’s right. Professor Isra is a pure-blooded elf with a high-level master’s degree. She probably thinks I’m an inadequate headmaster too.”
“She probably does.”
Nodding, Kirrin spoke carefully.
“Professor Isra wants to be headmaster.”
“I know, but it won’t be easy. Politically speaking.”
“True….”
The reason the Second Princess hasn’t been able to remove Kirrin was because of the Emperor.
So, they brought out Linus as their trump card, and when that didn’t work, they opted for as a backup.
When that didn’t work out either, they reluctantly made a professor.
Now, Kirrin is in a secure position, and Isra can’t overco that.
If she could, the Second Princess would have recomnded Isra, who is close by, instead of the hero or a recluse like .
Isra’s credentials are too weak to break the Emperor’s stubbornness.
“I always feel sorry and grateful to Isra…. Without her, I wouldn’t have been able to endure.”
“I agree. Despite her true feelings, Professor Isra is really doing her best.”
Kirrin sighed deeply.
“Haa…. How did I end up in such a precarious position…”
“In tis like these, we call it a catch-22.”
“I’ve never heard that before…”
Feeling down, Kirrin let her ears droop as she gobbled up the cake.
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With the academy’s final plan in place, preparations for selecting special students sped up.
One dormitory was set aside as accommodation for applicants during the selection period, and facilities like the dining hall and baths were prepared.
The faculty double-checked the test sites and scoring charts, while Kirrin wrote letters to various territories and cities.
The content was essentially, ‘The academy is selecting talented individuals, so lords and mayors, please actively recomnd such individuals from your regions and cities.’
The letters, containing the selection plans, were sent everywhere with Orendi’s magic.
anwhile, Knightley visited once, but I had to apologize for being too busy and asked to et again after the selection process.
Though clearly displeased, Knightley understood the situation and left.
Then a letter arrived from Linus.
He wrote that the baby had been born and he would invite over in about a month.
Even in this world, newborns have weak immune systems, so they restrict visitors for a while.
I opened the accompanying box and found a bottle of radiant liquor wrapped in straw.
“Haha, this guy.”
Armand de Brignac. An extrely expensive liquor he had brought as a gift when he visited Brunswell before.
To casually send two bottles of this, how much is the Empire paying this guy?
I’ll save this and share it with the professors later.
A hectic week passed, and finally, the day of the special student selection arrived.
[Translator – Peptobismol]
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