The Mid-Level Class is Too Strong, Professor! - 1
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Jekiel de Navarus frowned slightly. It was understandable that Christine came to greet him, but it was because all her subordinates came to greet him too.
He had wanted to return quietly, so he was slightly disappointed.
Christine was the first to speak.
“Now, are you returning?”
“Yes. This kind of treatment is burdensome.”
“When that happens, you should return the words I said.”
Christine nodded her head twice and continued.
“You are my fiancé.”
After saying that, her face slightly flusters. But Christine maintained her composure.
She was also observing Jekiel's reaction. Seeing Jekiel who seemed to be thinking a lot since earlier, she also started thinking a bit.
- That's a bit...
When he demanded the engagement ring. Jekiel answered that.
From Christine's perspective, it was a rather big confession, so she naturally thought he would return it. However, even so, he boldly refused.
'He means to take responsibility for what he did.'
He might be teaching Christine that way.
Why? Because he's not taking the lead now.
To keep the promise with Christine, to correct his past, he's not working in the human realm...
“Anyway, I'll go now.”
“You have no requests for me?”
If there's work for him in the human realm, the work in the Demon Realm is Christine's. He wanted to help as much as possible.
“Requests? Why would I.”
“Now we have to go together.”
Jekiel let out a "pfft" laugh.
“You don't need to board the sinking ship.”
“It's fine if I sink.”
This was a bit unexpected. Jekiel's eyes narrowed.
“You’ve mentioned several times that you must live.”
Then Christine shook her head.
“What I have is only the bloodline of the Vampire Queen. Can I survive in the Demon Realm with just that? No. But I endured thanks to my intuition... I think.”
“Then?”
“I want to trust my intuition this time too. If my intuition is correct this time...”
Christine's expression was serious.
“My subordinates who followed you also received the same warning and still followed despite that.”
“That's...”
Can't really refute. It was actually the case.
They were the ones who kept urging him but eventually believed and followed Jekiel.
“At first I thought he tricked them into doing that. But now thinking about it, no. How noble the sacrifice is.”
“Noble?”
“Yes. Noble. I am the queen's bloodline, and in the end, I am destined to follow the noble.”
Christine's eyes were sparkling. Now, trying to stop her would be harder.
What to do? Jekiel sighed deeply.
“Wand of Lepista.”
“Wand of Lepista?”
“Yes, I need that.”
“Is that so?”
Christine nodded.
“I and my subordinates will do our best to support it.”
“While supporting me, I might make enemies with other Sins.”
“It doesn't matter. Just.”
“Just?”
“Because that work will help the coexistence of the Demon Realm and the human realm, please tell me with conviction.”
Is that enough? It's not difficult.
Lepista is Charlotte's exclusive equipment in this world. If provided to her, it will greatly help this world flow to a happy ending.
“It will be helpful.”
“Yes. Then that's enough.”
We exchanged smiles once each as farewell. The remaining task is to turn around and leave this place.
“Wait a moment.”
Artel stopped Jekiel who was about to leave. There was a strange resolve in her face too.
“I have something to say.”
“Do it.”
With a sound, Artel places her hand on Jekiel's heart. Other subordinates follow suit.
“Thank you for healing Christine.”
“Thank you!”
Jekiel's expression became subtle. He didn't intend to receive such treatment, so it's awkward.
He just turned the words. If awkwardness continues, he might smile foolishly.
“There's an empty seat.”
He pointed to an empty spot in the line of subordinates who stood up.
“Ah, that's Kiaru's seat.”
“Speaking of which, what happened to that guy?”
“The Demon Realm's worm is being forcibly fed. Especially since he fears worms.”
“Is that so.”
After nodding, he turned and started walking.
The road is long.
When returning to the human realm, he has to fix the students immediately, and prepare for the all-out war at Rahal Academy...
Well, anyway, let's return happily for now. He avoided the crossroads that was about to become a bad ending.
It's a situation that can't be helped. For now, he can focus only on the students without any worries.
“What will you do first when returning to the human realm?”
Christine's voice came from behind. Passing through the gap of the portal that appeared in front, he answered briefly.
“Overwork.”
“Overwork...?”
What is that? Christine tilted her head.
She didn't know the word, but soon smiled brightly.
It still comes to mind sometimes. Jekiel the trash of the world, Jekiel who had a face that Christine would hate more than anyone.
Jekiel de Navarus became Jekiel de Navarus. It sounds like nothing.
But now, his broad back looks a bit different.
Christine's lifelong pursuit man's back.
The F-Class is in chaos.
If it was because they didn't learn the materials, or some academic and constructive reason, how nice would it be?
Professor Adrian is returning today. Yes, if that was a good reason for the chaos, like excitement that he's returning...
Unfortunately, neither reason.
The learning materials were somehow learned with tears and snot. Saying "learned" might be exaggeration, so let's say memorized for now.
But why the chaos? The problem is that Adrian, who is returning today, caused an accident. A very big accident.
Charlotte, Rotin, Isabel, and Michelle.
The eyes of the F-Class students looking at the four were hopeless. Among them, someone forcibly pulls their lips that won't come off.
“...So, the first one who made a mistake was Charlotte.”
Charlotte nods apologetically.
“So, clearly Isabel was the first to rush there, right? Right?”
“That's right.”
Isabel nods.
Everyone thought the incident would end well at that time.
Charlotte wasn't swinging her fist at other students for nothing. The other side was the one who ignored and mocked by knocking over the tray first.
“But Isabel, you fought there too?”
“Ah, that... I tried to handle it by healing moderately. But when I raised the stakes there...”
“So, in the end, Rotin chased after too?”
Rotin pushes up his glasses and nods.
“Um. That's right.”
“You also ended up fighting.”
“...”
Rotin fiddles with his glasses silently. The other side crossed the line too much, so no choice.
“And finally Michelle...”
The student who was about to ask couldn't continue. No point in asking.
In the end, Michelle went to fix the situation but couldn't fix it. She fought the most.
Silence hangs in the F-Class classroom. What now? The incident has already happened, and today is the day Professor Adrian returns.
No matter how much they think, there's no chance the matter will be resolved nicely.
“If it's F-Class, it's F-Class, we're not slaves... A!”
Isabel shouted with a sharp voice. Of course, in the middle she lost her words while checking, but somehow she managed to spit it out.
“Professor Adrian sacrificed, so we should be grateful. But 'F-Class, you can't use the training ground because of you' is that right? Does that make sense?”
Everyone agrees with Isabel's opinion. Agreeing, but...
“The B-Class aces who went on field training are now returning to the academy. How are we supposed to handle that?”
Someone said that, and everyone except Michelle bowed their heads deeply. Can we handle it? No, it doesn't seem possible.
Then, with a creaking sound, the classroom door opens.
Tall figure, hair tied up, and small round glasses. Rachel, the person who can be said to have the strictest personality among professors.
And Rachel is the professor of the B-Class. This is a big problem.
The F-Class students swallow saliva and wait for what Rachel will say.
“The punishment for this fight has been decided. It's just been approved and on the way here.”
Hearing this, the word "punishment" itself sounds a bit scary. Other grades get demoted for punishment, but for F-Class, it's expulsion.
“First, you all know that the appearance of fighting without showing exemplary behavior as mages is quite unbecoming, right?”
The F-Class students avoid Rachel's eyes.
“Well, don't worry. You won't be expelled or punished.”
“......?”
The F-Class students' faces turn pale. Did Adrian do something again?
They trusted Adrian...
“You seemed so desperate to fight that we made formal positions. It's the magic competition between F-Class and B-Class that was approved.”
“......??”
The students' faces show despair.
A magic competition? Punishment and expulsion, no need, it's like declaring to die in front of everyone.
What was the headmaster thinking when he approved it.
The B-Class students don't have to be B-Class, and aces don't have to be called aces. No matter how you think, the future of F-Class students being slaughtered is the only one drawn.
“I...”
Unable to hold back, Michelle stepped forward. If the representative bows their head now, maybe the major disaster can be prevented.
However, that word is completely cut off by someone else's words.
“Are you signing here?”
Adrian.
The F-Class students' homeroom teacher Adrian. He was standing next to Rachel somehow.
Slightly angry at his too calm attitude, Rachel's face flushes slightly and she continues in an agitated tone.
“Ah, so you're returning? I think you should see what your students did...”
“Are you signing here?”
“No, signing is signing! Your students don't know the subject and are messing with the B-Class kids...”
“I'm asking for the third time if you're signing here.”
Adrian just repeated that.
Hah, sighing deeply, Rachel nervously puts the paper in Adrian's arms. Adrian's attitude when signing the documents was too calm.
“Read the relation clause carefully too. Don't make empty words later.”
Rachel shoots. Adrian, who was looking at the document, makes a "hm" sound and thinks.
“One side faints, defeat. What is this.”
“Ah~ Why? When I see the clause, I get scared belatedly? You said you wanted to fight, so shouldn't we compete until at least one side faints?”
“Hmm.”
Adrian just shrugs his head.
“One side dies, defeat. Is there no such thing?”
“What, what did you say?”
“Literal. Fainting is just fainting.”
Rachel's horrified gaze is directed at Adrian. Of course, the F-Class students have the same expression.
“Do you want the F-Class students to get beaten to death in the competition? Why say that?”
“There won't be such a thing. If it's against, then no.”
“What are you saying now? If the opponent is not a match, then quietly...”
“Why are you talking so much.”
Adrian cuts off Rachel's words and stuffs the document into her arms with a "pang".
“Your students don't seem to have that resolve. The resolve to die.”
“What… r…o…”
As if electrocuted, Rachel trembles.
“Hah, see you in a week! If someone really dies, I don't know! The professor is stupid, so the students suffer more. I hope you have some awareness and feel guilty!”
Bang!
She slams the door hard and leaves the classroom.
With eyes wide open and mouth agape, looking at themselves, Jekiel just adds one word.
“So it became like that. Since you have the resolve to die, it will be fine.”
No, Professor. We never had such resolve.
The F-Class students now feel like death row inmates.