Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Aileen’s voice grew even sharper.
“Do you think the world is that easy? Because you were born into a count’s house, you believe everything lies beneath your feet? I’ll prove to you that the prestige of that house is lighter than a flower petal in the wind.”
“If you can solve the magical assignment I’ve given here, I will acknowledge you. But if you cannot, you have no right to attend my class. This semester will be an F.”
An F in one subject meant failure.
This was going too far.
According to “possession logic,” wasn’t this the kind of situation where I should be exempted?
But reality didn’t care about such things.
The classroom was already filled with people enjoying my downfall.
Why is there not a single ally on my side?
How did a count’s house end up with zero connections?
I had no choice but to comply.
I slowly stood up and walked toward the blackboard.
It felt like I was being led to an execution.
The board was filled with absurdly complex magical formulas.
What even is this?
This isn’t something humans solve.
Mages really are insane.
Maybe I should just apologize and beg.
But then—
The world suddenly went dark.
Everything stopped, turning monochrome.
“What now…?”
I hadn’t done anything.
Why was this happening again?
Just give me a warning before you jump in!
[Transcendent-grade skill “Fragment of Heroine’s Fate” has activated!]
[Condition met: a critical branching point in the fate of heroine ‘Aileen’ has occurred.]
[350 coins forcibly consumed!]
“…Why are you doing this?”
My precious 350 coins vanished again.
And then, fragments of the future unfolded before my eyes like a screen.
A future Aileen appeared—older, with streaks of white in her hair.
She stared at the board… then suddenly began solving the equations at insane speed.
Her chalk moved like lightning.
Then—
“I… I finally… FINALLY!”
She collapsed, crying tears of joy.
The vision ended.
“….”
I stared at the board.
And found it.
The exact same problem she had just solved in the vision.
So this is the one.
Only this one I can solve.
I don’t know anything else.
So I just need this one.
Before she changes her mind, I shouted:
“Is it enough if I solve just this one problem?”
The classroom exploded with laughter.
“This guy is insane!”
“He thinks he can solve that?”
“Maddened scoundrel!”
“He’s completely lost it!”
Even Aileen looked at me with crossed arms.
“So you’re confident.”
That tone was definitely mocking me.
I responded the same way.
“Confidence? I’ve always had plenty. I’ve studied magic for 15 years. This should be… very easy. So easy it’ll make me yawn.”
The room erupted again.
Aileen’s expression darkened.
“Then prove it.”
A bet was made.
If I failed, I would be expelled.
If I succeeded… she would become my slave.
The princess even stepped in to officiate the contract.
There was no turning back.
I checked the vision again.
Paused it.
And copied.
Tap-tap-tap.
The formulas were insane, but I didn’t need to understand them.
Just copy.
Simple.
After hours of writing, I finished.
“I’m done.”
Silence.
Then—
Aileen stood frozen, staring at the board for hours.
The classroom didn’t move.
No one dared breathe.
Seven hours passed.
Finally, as the sun set—
“…This is correct.”
She smiled.
A smile like someone who had just been freed from a 300-year curse.
“The magical world has been struggling with this for three centuries… and you solved it in minutes.”
The entire classroom exploded.
“THREE HUNDRED YEARS?!”
Even the princess looked shocked.
Aileen walked down slowly, then bowed 90 degrees.
“You no longer need to attend this class.”
“….”
“And from today… I will serve you. For life.”
Wait.
Hold on.
This is getting dangerous.
“I refuse! This is a misunderstanding!”
But she didn’t listen.
“I cannot refuse. The contract is valid unless both parties cancel.”
“No no no—please stop calling me master!”
Aileen’s eyes were shining like a fanatic scholar.
“Master… please allow me to dedicate my life to studying your mind!”
“….”
I realized something very important.
I have no idea what I just solved.
I just copied it.
But now—
A genius professor had decided to become my lifelong slave.
And the rumor spread instantly:
“The worst scoundrel in the academy solved a 300-year magical mystery…”
“And made the youngest genius professor his slave.”
I sighed deeply.
This world was getting worse by the day.