Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: President
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Damn, so he was blasting spells right up to the brink of mana exhaustion? This guy's nuts;;
Spamming 5th-circle magic in that situation is impressive enough, but hanging onto that bear's fur for that long? Holy shit, how do you even endure that?
He's not some muggle, I tell ya.
Exactly. Powerful forearms!
If this guy picks up a sword, he'll never let go. Switch to magic swordsman already. You're in the wrong line of work.
I thought he could pull it off ^^
lmao no way, isn't a freshman taking down a 5th-grade beast historic even for the academy? No uproar there?
Surprisingly, no uproar... I just woke up and haven't even checked the classroom yet.
I'd slipped out of the infirmary and was pacing the hallway, scrolling the gallery.
After posting that I'd safely sent Hisenna on her way and escaped the infirmary,
I'd followed up with the full tale of how I'd taken down the Silver Fur Bear.
The archmages were losing their minds over the fact that I'd soloed a 5th-grade beast.
It was prime legend bait, of course, but I couldn't fully bask in it.
"Meeting the President? This is bad."
The reason? I'd been putting off what I actually needed to do, distracted by this other bait.
Right now, just as the infirmary teacher had instructed, I was supposed to be heading to meet the President.
But I didn't want to, so I'd been wasting time sprinkling more bait on the gallery instead.
Of course, scrolling the gallery didn't make my real-world problems vanish.
But even just for a moment, it brought some peace of mind.
A shut-in loser like me needs time to mentally prepare for suddenly facing the President, okay?
"Guess it's about time to go."
I sighed and headed for the President's office.
Any later, and I might get in trouble.
Still, before I went, I should poll the gallery.
Title: Guys, I've actually been hiding something.
Author: Kim Muggle
Truth is, the combat tale was just aggro bait. I've got something urgent right now.
When I woke up earlier, the infirmary teacher told me to go see the President.
That's all the explanation I got. She said the President would fill me in personally.
I get that I killed the bear and barely survived, but no one's explained why a 5th-grade beast was in the exam area in the first place, or why the protective magic failed.
I was stalling out of fear by just gallery-ing and flexing, but now I really gotta go. Think it'll be dangerous?
You dumbass, why spill that now? You've been awake for ages.
Meditate first. I can feel the anxiety in your post.
Aw, come on, you were hiding something this big? No wonder you only dropped the combat story and nothing else.
Just go see what happens. What else can you do? Honestly, the President isn't gonna straight-up kill you, right?
Yeah, agreed. Something went down at the academy for sure. But raids like this aren't new, and they're usually because of big shots, not randos like you. If they wanted you dead, upper gallery peeps would've done it already. Just go quick—it'll solve your curiosity.
Teachers calling you to the office is always scary...
Doesn't seem that dangerous tbh, so hurry up and wrap it, then drop the Redhead, Big Tits, and Throbbing Academy tales hooooo!
GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The gallery archmages were mostly chill about it.
Thinking rationally, it made sense to me too.
Academies getting raided was straight-up cliché anyway.
I was just an unlucky civilian caught in the crossfire.
Maybe the horrific scene from the exam was still burned into my brain.
I'd watched someone explode right in front of me, and I'd nearly died too. The trauma lingered.
Got it, got it. Honestly, fighting that bear, I nearly died, so the trauma's still fresh. Might just be a minor thing, but I was freaking out for no reason—scared to even get up in the infirmary, and dreading the President. Gonna push through.
Push through, push through—that's nothing.
Kim Dummy, stop overthinking.
That's nothing. You'll witness far more death ahead...
You see people die a lot in life. Can't handle that? You ain't fit to be a mage, let alone wield a sword.
Everyone's like that at first. Plus, you went hand-to-hand unlike other mages, so trauma hits harder. Push through. It'll pass. Keep fighting, and you'll get used to it quick. I did.
When your mind's unstable, meditate. Find a mana flow spot, sit cross-legged, and...
"Sniff... You guys...!"
I'd thought they were empathy-deficient psychos, but they actually got it.
Hearing from the gallery archmages eased my fear a bit.
Yeah, it's something I have to overcome anyway.
Above all, cowering wouldn't change a thing.
I'm supposed to be a cool, sexy mage, after all.
Ahhn~ Go already~! But academy presidents are always loli granny bait, right...!
Thought academy prez would be loli cutie, but nah, it's a 300-year-old hag inside—total trope lol
Hauuuu gooooo~!
Buehehehehehe!
Academy prez is always trope, wherever you go.
Go check quick. Your academy prez a loli granny (1200 years old) too?
More than that, these guys were way more curious about the President's identity.
Right, academy prez = cute young girl on outside, ancient hag inside. Standard setup.
Nothing so far deviated from the clichés the gallery archmages mentioned.
So yeah, probably a loli granny, like they said.
"Hohoho... Sit there, Cadet Ian Isaac."
That's what I thought. But nope.
Stepping into the President's office, I wasn't greeted by a loli cutie, but some kindly old grandma.
"You're the President?"
"Hohoho. That's right. I am."
I'd asked just in case, but this grandma was the real deal.
President's just a real grandma?
What
Orgasm: Hogogogogogo?!
For real? How's an academy prez just a grandma?
Real grandma oooook
Didn't see that coming at all.
Twisting the cliché here?
This can't happen!!
That's weird.
I snuck in a comment, and the archmages were wailing in despair.
I hadn't expected much anyway, so no biggie.
Loli on outside, granny inside or whatever. No reason to mope over a straight-up grandma.
"Hohoho... You must have been quite shocked. Quite the incident, wasn't it?"
"The Silver Fur Bear?"
"No beating around the bush, eh? Straight to the point then. Cadet Ian Isaac. How did you take down a 5th-grade beast?"
Swoosh...
The grandma President's eyes changed in an instant, her wrinkled lids revealing gleaming pupils beneath.
The atmosphere plunged, her pressure making my breath hitch.
Some magic? No, just her presence.
She didn't seem intent on killing me. Fuck. Terrifying.