[Translator – Peptobismol]
Chapter 72 – New Special Student (2)
Kirrin covered her mouth and crouched beneath the window, overwheld by the absurd scene she had just witnessed.
What was that? What did I just see? Did I misinterpret it?
Just to be sure, Kirrin peeked out the window again.
But she hadn’t been mistaken.
Professor Lina and Dian were walking through the night, chatting cheerfully.
What is this, what is this… What is this all about…
Crouching back down, Kirrin quickly thought of several possibilities.
Professor Lina was returning from late-night work and ran into Dian.
That’s plausible.
Both Professor Lina and Dian worked late and returned together.
But Dian’s attire doesn’t seem to fit that scenario.
Professor Lina called Dian out for a night walk.
Hmm… That’s possible…
Dian called Professor Lina out for a night walk.
Could Dian…?
They went sowhere together and just returned now.
Ugh…
No matter how she thought about it, her thoughts kept spiraling in a bad direction…?
What is this, what is this…? What’s going on between those two…?
Peeking out again, she saw Dian walking away while Professor Lina entered the dormitory alone.
At least they didn’t go sowhere else together. That’s a small relief.
Alright, let’s think this through again.
Assuming Lina and Dian are romantically involved.
It’s natural for attractive, unmarried colleagues to develop feelings for each other and for that to progress.
Professor Lina and Dian are both single and at a suitable age, so it’s not really strange.
But she couldn’t just ignore this as a good thing.
This sses up all my plans… This is a big problem.
The key variable here is Dian’s feelings.
Their relationship isn’t clear yet.
They might have just coincidentally t on their way back, or maybe Professor Lina is the only one with feelings for Dian.
Okay. So, Dian might like Lina or he might not.
What about Dian’s feelings for her?
She couldn’t be sure.
The only thing that’s certain is that he didn’t seem to dislike it when they were pressed together in the elevator at the Ivronic Castle.
If he had been uncomfortable, he would have pushed her away or avoided her, but he didn’t.
She followed him around during the entire inspection, and he didn’t show any negative reactions.
So, at least he doesn’t dislike her.
She was neutral, and Lina either was neutral or slightly favorable.
Who knows?
Professor Lina has a lively personality, unlike her, so she might just habitually link arms with Dian.
First, she needed to clearly understand their relationship. Then, she could formulate a plan.
If Dian’s feelings for Lina are neutral, she would make the first move. If they’re favorable… she would still make the first move.
In any case, she must act first.
So, how should she go about it?
Kirrin hugged her knees and quietly pondered.
Upon arriving, Dian imdiately reford the academy and gained the full support of the Palace.
This shows that Dian isn’t soone who does things haphazardly or prefers idling.
Given his nature, it would be more effective to achieve results as the headmaster rather than approach him emotionally.
A diligent and competent person like Dian is likely to be more attracted to soone similar to himself.
If she attempted to raise his favorability using her ‘Dark Elf’s Racial Characteristics’ plan, she might be branded as a vulgar woman.
What Kirrin considered as ‘Dark Elf’s Racial Characteristics’ included smooth black skin and beautiful appearance, among other physical attributes.
From Dian’s perspective, who works tirelessly for the academy’s advancent, he might misunderstand her as a headmaster with misguided priorities.
In conclusion, Dian is currently a highly desirable man who could be taken by soone else at any ti.
To achieve her plan, she must capture Dian’s heart first, and to do that, she must win his favor.
To win Dian’s favor, she needed to perform well as the headmaster and achieve significant results.
This will not only impress Dian but also create a good impression on the Second Princess, potentially aiding her transition from headmaster to professor in the future.
Alright, Kirrin. Let’s do this…!
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[Translator – Peptobismol]
“Head Professor, the headmaster has requested to see you.”
A few days later, an assistant ca to the faculty room to relay Kirrin’s ssage.
“Did she ntion what it’s about?”
“She just said it’s related to the academy’s operations.”
Academy operations, huh? What could it be?
I thought about our current projects and other matters as I headed to the headmaster’s office.
“Oh? Hello.”
I raised my hand upon seeing Isra standing in front of the headmaster’s office.
Her expression imdiately soured upon seeing . She doesn’t even try to hide her feelings anymore.
Isra, who consistently disliked since I took office, beca blatantly hostile after our inspection at Ivronic Castle.
She probably thinks I was slacking off while she was working hard.
But I wasn’t slacking off. I was just late because of a reunion with the veterans.
I understand Isra’s feelings. She works incredibly hard.
She’s highly qualified, akin to holding a doctorate in the real world, and is involved in almost every aspect of the academy.
If Isra weren’t here, the academy would have failed.
She should have been the headmaster instead of Kirrin. The Second Princess would have done that long ago if not for the Emperor’s stubbornness.
Moreover, Isra is a pureblood elf, so even her disdainful expression is beautiful, which doesn’t bother much.
Elves have a low birth rate, a small population, and are known for being difficult and cunning. Their stunning looks must be a big reason they haven’t gone extinct.
It’s like how cats are loved by humans despite their troubleso nature because they’re cute.
“Please, Professor, show more contempt.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
I smiled and entered the headmaster’s office, where Kirrin greeted warmly.
“Welco, Dian! And Professor Isra…”
But her voice dropped significantly when she noticed Isra.
“Please, have a seat. I have sothing to discuss.”
Isra, who had sat across from , averted her gaze as soon as our eyes t.
“So, I’ve been thinking…”
Kirrin began, glancing at Isra.
“How about we participate in a contest?”
“A contest? Is there such a thing?”
What kind of contest exists in this JRPG-like dieval fantasy world?
I sent a questioning look, and Isra sighed deeply before explaining.
Apparently, there are contests occasionally hosted by the Palace or other institutions for academy students.
They cover various subjects like literature, research, and more, similar to real-life contests. Winning these contests can be beneficial.
It’s good for building graduates’ resus and enhancing the academy’s prestige, so there’s no reason not to participate.
“Sounds good. Let’s do it. But what kind of contest is it?”
“We need to decide that. I’ve already requested and received a list of current contests from the Palace.”
Kirrin handed and Isra a paper with a slightly shy deanor.
“Can you take a look?”
As I scanned the list, Kirrin’s ears twitched, and she stared at , looking like a dog awaiting praise.
“Wow, how did you manage to get this? Impressive.”
Complinting her as she seed to expect, Kirrin’s face turned a deep red. Isra’s eyes reflected disdain, disgust, and various other negative emotions.
Alright, let’s put aside Kirrin’s confidence-boosting headmaster act for now and take a closer look.
The Imperial Literary Association’s Literature Award. Not suitable.
The Palace’s Departnt of Magical Engineering’s Innovative Magic Technology Research Contest. We don’t teach magic.
The Arts and Culture Association’s Painting and Sculpture Contest. More suited for the arts academy students.
The Chamber of Comrce’s Startup Idea Contest. Not applicable.
None of these seem relevant… Anything worthwhile?
As I continued reading the list, I found sothing interesting.
“How about this? The one hosted by the Continental Adventurers and rcenaries Guild.”
{74th Guild President’s Ogre Hunting Competition}.
“Are you crazy?”
Isra imdiately protested.
“You want to send our students to a contest like this? I’m against it.”
“Huh? Why? Should the Special Mission Academy participate in a book club instead?”
“That’s not the issue. This is a barbaric competition. Were you living under a rock in Brunswell?”
Isra explained that this competition involved releasing ogres into a large circular arena, and the winner was whoever killed them most brutally.
In short, it’s like bullfighting in the real world. Indeed, this doesn’t seem appropriate.
Hmm, is there anything suitable… Not really.
Seeing Kirrin and silent, Isra spoke up.
“Not all contests require brute force. Any contest where we place well would be beneficial, so let’s select a few substantial ones and invite participants.”
“Yes, Professor Isra is right. That would be good. But I still feel we need sothing that fits the ‘Special Mission’ academy’s the.”
“If you’re so keen on such a contest, why don’t you go to the Imperial Security Office and ask them to organize one?”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!”
Isra clearly ant it sarcastically, but it gave a good idea.
During the war, I briefly worked with other special force mbers who ntioned that a certain security office departnt regularly held tournants or competitions to maintain their agents’ skills and justify performance bonuses.
If we could open that to the public, it would align with our academy’s purpose, and winning would be prestigious given the host would be the Imperial Security Office.
“Headmaster, you should visit the Palace and et with the Second Princess.”
“Eeek?!”
Kirrin looked ready to faint, and Isra stared at with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
[Translator – Peptobismol]
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