[Translator – Peptobismol]
Chapter 73 – New Special Student (3)
“Wh-wh-why do I have to go to the Palace? And to the Second Princess, no less…?”
Kirrin, extrely flustered, stamred.
“To request a proper contest under the Imperial Security Office’s auspices. Sothing fitting for our academy.”
I then shared what I had heard from other special force mbers in the past.
Explaining that we should ask the Imperial Security Office to open their evaluations or events to match the academy’s level.
“Is that really necessary? Can’t we just select a few from the list and participate?”
As Kirrin hesitated, Isra suddenly spoke up.
“I fully support that idea.”
What’s this? She’s taking my side?
“Our Special Mission Academy is directly under the Imperial Security Office. Therefore, it is appropriate to request a contest that aligns with the academy’s founding purpose.”
“I-is that so….”
With both Head Professors expressing the sa stance, sweat started to form on Kirrin’s forehead.
It seed she would have to go to the Palace, but the problem was Kirrin was terrified of the Second Princess.
But she had to go. She was the headmaster, after all.
Holding the headmaster title ans bearing both authority and responsibility.
High positions are inherently challenging.
To those who have never been in such a position, it may seem easy and relaxed, but that’s not the case.
Sotis, an ambiguous middle managent position is better.
Especially in my situation, it’s perfect.
That’s why I never wanted to be the headmaster.
“If the headmaster feels uncomfortable.”
As Kirrin continued to waver, Isra offered.
“I can go as the acting vice-headmaster.”
It was then that I realized why Isra agreed with my suggestion.
She wanted to make an impression on the Second Princess.
Isra, aspiring to be the headmaster, saw eting the Second Princess as a huge opportunity.
Then let’s send Isra.
Whether Kirrin or Isra goes, as long as we can organize the contest, it’s fine.
“Not a bad idea. Then Professor Isra can….”
“No, I’ll go….”
Surprisingly, Kirrin forced out the words.
“I’m the headmaster… I have to fulfill my responsibilities….”
“No. There’s no need to push yourself. The Head of Security won’t make an issue of it.”
Despite Isra’s attempt to dissuade her, Kirrin spoke firmly, with effort.
“I’ll go. Don’t worry, you two. I’ll definitely secure the contest.”
“No, really, I can go….”
With the headmaster having made up her mind, Isra was left speechless, unable to say more.
Thus, it was decided that Kirrin would go to the Palace.
“Head Professor.”
As soon as we left the headmaster’s office, Isra coldly called out to .
“What is it?”
“Let’s talk for a mont.”
Without waiting for my response, Isra turned and walked away.
I wondered if she was going to her office, but no, she led to a secluded spot behind the main building.
Here, away from windows and offices, Brogg and Kazadar often smoked during their breaks.
“What do you want to talk about?”
Isra crossed her arms and looked at with suspicion and distrust.
“Head Professor, you ntioned the Imperial Security Office earlier.”
“Yes.”
“Where did you hear about that?”
“From a special force mber I t during the war. You know I’m a veteran, right?”
“A special force mber revealed internal information to an outsider?”
“Not exactly, just vaguely ntioned that such things exist. What’s your point?”
I spread my arms, smiling.
“Are you curious about who that special force mber is, or are you questioning the truth of the story?”
“At the Ivronic Castle inspection.”
Isra changed the topic.
“What was your relationship with the veterans there?”
“I t them during the recapture operation. I participated in that operation too.”
“Really? In what rank and position?”
“I think I was a lieutenant back then. Or maybe a second lieutenant? Anyway, not a high rank. I had no specific position. I worked solo. I was in the special force.”
“Special force?”
Isra’s eyes narrowed.
“What exactly was your mission in that operation?”
“Excuse , Professor Isra. Do I have to answer that?”
“What?”
“Don’t you know what it ans to ask a special force mber about their past missions?”
Isra’s face instantly hardened.
“Are you referring to the National Security Law?”
“Well, I’m not accusing a pureblood elf with a high degree and an academy professor of being a foreign spy.”
“If that were the case, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to ask so openly.”
“Oh, so you’re admitting you did sothing stupid just now?”
Isra’s face turned red.
In truth, I didn’t care about the National Security Law.
I just found it amusing to see the lofty elf flustered.
Even when angry or embarrassed, pureblood elves are beautiful.
“Fine. I’ll tell you. I was part of the Demon King Slayer Special Force.”
“What…?”
“Surprised? But it’s true. At Ivronic Castle, I climbed the cliffs and recaptured the fortress with Sir Linus.”
Isra stared at blankly for a mont, then scoffed.
“So, you’re mocking now.”
“No, it’s the truth….”
“Enough. I’m disgusted.”
Isra cut off sharply.
“It was my mistake to ask. Goodbye.”
[Translator – Peptobismol]
As she passed by , I could sll the fresh forest scent unique to elves.
I knew she wouldn’t believe , tsk tsk.
I wouldn’t believe it either.
If soone suddenly claid they were a secret agent in WWII who infiltrated Hitler’s bunker and shot him with a pistol, you’d think they were crazy.
Anyway, I need to get back to work.
But first, I need to visit the infirmary.
I need to check the patient log.
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What nonsense. Spouting such lies.
Entering the main building after passing Dian, Isra gritted her teeth internally.
Special force mber? National Security Law? Sir Linus?
He was probably just a regular soldier or a junior officer trying to mock with ridiculous claims.
What’s such an amazing person doing as an academy professor?
That lazy, good-for-nothing….
And why did Kirrin suddenly insist on going to the Palace?
She usually trembles at the re ntion of the Palace…. I missed a golden opportunity….
I’m scared she’ll embarrass the academy with her blunders.
Isra was displeased with both Dian and Kirrin.
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“Eeek?!”
On her way to a dessert cafe, Hindrastra, who was skipping class, quickly hid in the flowerbed upon seeing Dian approaching.
“Why is he going there?”
Hiding among the flowers, Hindrastra watched Dian enter the infirmary and muttered to herself.
Why would a healthy person go to the infirmary at this hour?
Oh, maybe he’s planning to skip work and take a nap in a sickbed?
Considering Dian’s usual lazy behavior, it wasn’t entirely impossible.
That guy has always been such a complete scumbag.
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At the infirmary, Priestess Maya greeted with a silent nod.
She’s incredibly quiet.
“Hello, Priestess. Sorry, but I need to look at the patient log.”
“What is the reason?”
“It’s related to Student Sophie. She’s a top student I’m overseeing, and I need to update her health records.”
“I see.”
Priestess Maya handed over the patient log without hesitation. This was easier than expected.
Feeling a bit tense, I opened the log.
“Huh…?”
What’s this? There’s nothing here.
No, it’s not empty; there are entries.
Dates, symptoms, and treatnt procedures for Hindrastra’s visits.
But there’s nothing suspicious in any of the entries.
For instance, 0 month 0 day / Lower abdon bruise / Holy treatnt and internal dicine prescribed. All entries were like this.
I checked Knightley’s records as well, but found nothing problematic.
What’s this? Was Celine wrong? Was it unnecessary suspicion?
Pretending to skim through the log, I returned it.
“Thank you, Priestess.”
“Goodbye.”
Even as I left, I was puzzled and tilted my head.
“Did she erase it all?”
No way. She wouldn’t have had the ti if I ca so suddenly.
Maybe it was just a groundless worry.
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After Dian left, Priestess Maya retrieved another patient log from under the desk.
She opened it and pondered for a mont before picking up a pen.
[Professor Dian visited unexpectedly and requested to see Student Sophie’s patient log, flipping through pages as if searching for sothing before returning it].
[As he was leaving, he muttered ‘Did she erase it all?’. During his last visit, he had forcibly ordered Student Sophie to ‘erase sothing’].
[It’s cautiously speculated that he might have misunderstood the holy treatnt perford last ti as an attempt to erase sothing and was checking if it was thoroughly erased (needs further verification)].
[Noted that Sophie was hiding in the flowerbed outside the window, watching this direction. Unclear if it’s related to Professor Dian’s visit].
With an impassive expression, Priestess Maya diligently wrote the patient log.
[Translator – Peptobismol]
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