Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: Entry into Prynar Academy
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"Ahahaha. Did I startle you that much?"
Looking down toward the voice, I saw a witch girl pulling a mischievous face from beneath the system window.
She must have thought I was just standing there dumbfounded in shock.
I was shocked, sure.
To think someone could warp an entire massive city...
She's stronger than anyone I've seen so far, except maybe Prostia.
I couldn't say for sure how strong Apiz or the witch really were, and matchups matter in fights, but this little witch was so overwhelmingly powerful that I couldn't imagine either of them beating her.
But that wasn't why I'd frozen in place.
The important thing right now was the quest window.
What the hell was Almiraz?
For it to trigger two warnings like that, it had to be no ordinary foe...
The name alone suggested it was some kind of monster, right?
"Um..."
"What is it now?"
A stern-looking man in glasses cut me off before I could speak.
He wasn't talking to me—he was addressing the girl.
His hair was slicked back. His eyes were sharp, and he wore a crisp suit.
...Suits existed in this world?
What didn't they have here?
Anyway, he looked like a competent type who got things done.
This place seemed like a conference room for the faculty, so he had to be an instructor too.
And probably as excellent as he appeared.
"Who's that guy?"
His glance my way carried a chill.
He looked older than me.
I bowed first.
"Hello. I'm Yedre, the new instructor assigned here."
"Hmph."
The man let out a small sigh, then nodded as if satisfied.
"Good. Nice to meet you. Name's Alfred."
What?!
The bat guy's butler?!
.....
Just messing around.
But seriously, why talk down to a fellow instructor like that? No basic courtesy?
"Yedre?"
This voice belonged to a man in his late sixties, his face wrinkled and stubborn-looking.
One glance screamed "scholar," and his outfit reinforced it.
He clearly didn't like me from the jump.
Maybe it was Yapno's explanation earlier, but it didn't feel like baseless hostility.
These people had probably clawed their way to this position through hard work, so a parachute like me? They couldn't look kindly on that.
I wasn't a parachute—I had real results—but they didn't know that.
And Outsiders were inherently shunned anyway...
The young witch answered the man's question.
"Yes. Our proud Dragon Slayer?"
"Hmph."
The scholar-instructor snorted at the girl's explanation.
Even I felt a bit annoyed.
How could he judge me as a parachute without even meeting me? Not exactly pleasant.
At least he could pretend to be polite on the surface, even if he hated me inside?
But I got where he was coming from.
Broad-minded as I was, I'd forgive him.
People his age don't look bad if they just show proper manners.
Being steeped in Confucian ideals, I bowed my head.
"Yes, I'm Yedre. I look forward to your guidance."
"Hmph."
"......"
Second hmph.
Isn't snorting right in someone's face a bit much, gramps?
Confucian or not, no honorifics?
Respect for elders is for those who've truly earned their age.
Fine, fuck it—I suck at social stuff. Never even tried. What're you gonna do?
"Hey, Blurt. Why the long face?"
Blurt?
This gramps was the one Yapno warned me about—the prickly guy who especially hated me and was overseeing the instructor exam?
The named gramps scowled.
"More importantly, what's going on here, Headmaster?"
Blurt glanced at me as he spoke.
Headmaster...?
Behind me...?
I whipped around dramatically, but no one was there.
Just the little witch grinning beside me.
.....
...Huh?
"......?"
"Ehehe."
???
I absentmindedly pointed at the girl, and she nodded like that's right.
???
???
So this girl was the headmaster?
...For real?
"Uh..."
Blurt's shocked look vanished in an instant.
I had no clue what to say.
She was no ordinary person, sure, but headmaster...?
This little girl was Prynar Academy's top authority?
"Pardon, but your age..."
"If you think it's rude, maybe don't ask?"
"......"
Her narrowed eyes were still cute and adorable—sexily so, even—but a chill settled in them.
I turned back to face forward.
Good. No age talk in front of the headmaster.
But it made sense, in a way.
With power like that, of course she ran this world-famous school.
Then a sense of wrongness hit me.
I had the character settings book.
And Prynar Academy's headmaster was in there.
But not with this cute appearance.
A proper dark wizard vibe.
Her whole body, even her face, wrapped in a robe—no way to know what she looked like underneath, but her build was easily double this girl's.
I pulled up the settings book.
Found the entry, spotted the name, and asked.
"Come to think of it, I haven't caught your name yet."
"Nickname's Annie!"
"......"
She wasn't spilling her full name, even when stared at.
Fine by me.
The dark wizard illustration had her name plastered on it.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ Anmiel Renea Headmaster of Prynar Academy. Descendant of the fairy who contracted with the Ten Heroes. Wields powerful magic and spirit arts. No one outside the faculty knows what lies beneath that robe... Ho... Fairy descent.
The illustration screamed "final boss," but this girl made "fairy" feel natural—she was that cute.
If she'd worn normal clothes... she'd be Lena-level adorable.
But no one outside faculty knows her appearance?
She must go out in public or formally in that settings-book look.
This girl form was her secret, then.
Guess I'd call her Headmaster from now on.
Then Blurt stepped forward, face twisting in fury.
"So what's this about, Headmaster? Why pull a disaster like this out of nowhere?"
Blurt demanded irritably.
Gramps... isn't she your boss?
But Headmaster ignored the rudeness and replied.
"Our Dreci hates teleporting sooo much. But I wanted to keep talking, and walking's a no-go! So I had no choice... hehet."
She tilted her head cutely.
But inside, she's a granny...
“......”
Why's she glaring at me now...?
Can she read minds...?
Clarit too, and that damn guy—give a man some mental privacy.
I faked a yawn, naturally shifting my gaze to Blurt.
Felt Headmaster still staring—scary as hell.
Thankfully, Blurt grumbled again.
"Casting massive magic like that for a reason like this... The floating island's defenses were breached, even if just for an instant."
"It's fine~ You know I sense all intruders, right? Like that new student this time?"
Blurt shut his mouth, out of arguments.
Instead, he turned his ire on me.
"Fine. Yedre. You've heard a lot, huh."
"Yes."
"Your greeting was bold. Want to teach, eh?"
Judging gaze.
Hated it, so I sassed back.
"I'm a student too, after all."
"Heh. Right, a student... But let me ask, Yedre."
"Yes."
"What can you teach students?"
Fuck.
Grilling already?
"I'm here as a swordsmanship instructor, for starters."
"Oh? Then you know basic swordsmanship, mana and ki circulation?"
"Enough, Blurt."
A cold voice sliced the tension between me and Blurt.
Blurt scowled harder at the voice's owner, Alfred.
"Stay out of it."
"The exam in a week will verify everything. Headmaster brought him to introduce, not interrogate."
"Hmph..."
Whoa. Cool.
Thought he was rude earlier with the casual talk, but he was like that with everyone.
Not defending me specifically—pure noble grace.
Like the dictionary definition of nobility personified.
"I don't acknowledge the unskilled."
Blurt clammed up.
Still staring, but I met his eyes.
Just said one thing.
"I'll prove it."
"Hmph. Got spirit, at least."
"Yes. So, Instructor Blurt."
Calling his name suddenly, he looked puzzled. I smiled at him.
"If I prove my skill, you'll apologize to me then?"
"What? Apologize?"
Blurt bristled, but I didn't blink.
"Of course? You think this rude attitude—dismissing me as unskilled without basis—is normal?"
"......"
Blurt went mute, like he'd swallowed honey.
At least he had basic sense.
He pondered, then ground his teeth.
"Fine. Prove it, and I'll apologize. But if you fail?"
"I'll leave the academy."
My firm reply twisted Blurt's lips in a sneer.
Headmaster gaped and tilted her head; Alfred smiled faintly.
The others... watched silently.
Silence.
Uncomfortable silence, but I squared my shoulders confidently.
Headmaster broke it.
"Ahahaha. So bold, Dreci!"
She slapped my waist playfully, pure cuteness.
This woman really a gr...
No, don't think it.
She'll glare again.
"But Blurt. You're so prideful—sure about this?"
"Of course. No way I'll apologize to some hot-blooded kid full of suspicion."
Hot-blooded, fine—but suspicion?
"Teleport's advanced magic, sure, but traditional—researched by past mages. And by you, Headmaster... Doubting it led to warping the whole island."
"Oh, teleport? I moved the island not because he said no, but because Dreci sliced the portal. No other way to meet fast."
Blurt froze solid right after Headmaster spoke.
"...You mean he cut space—your magic, Headmaster?"
"Yeah, seems so? No clue how."
"Hoo..."
Alfred hummed intriguingly; Blurt's eyes screamed disbelief.
"......Hmph. Coincidence or not, we'll see in a week."
"Yes! Exactly!"
Headmaster beamed, pointing at the two.
"Introductions are late! The grumpy one's Chief Instructor Blurt! The handsome one's Vice Instructor Alfred!"
Thought Blurt would react to "grumpy," but he stayed quiet.
Weak against the boss, huh, gramps.
Chief and vice, huh.
Instructors had ranks too.
I'd be at the bottom, probably. Fuck.
"Ranks are that, but you two are equals—both Igula."
"Igula?"
"Yes!"
"......"
"Hehehe."
"......"
Stop grinning and explain.
Waited, but no dice—irritation rose.
Opened my mouth to ask, but Headmaster beat me.
"Prynar Academy has a whopping three Igula! The last one's fetching the hottest student right now..."
"Oh my."
Sudden voice from the side, no warning.
Familiar voice too.
"Whoa, calling a dragon's name summons magic, huh!"
Local proverb? Whatever.
New arrival: Witch Emily.
Her seductive smile was still sexy as ever.
From Headmaster's words, she was an Igula or whatever too.
"Finally see you again, Outsider Drei."
"Yes. Emily."
"Oh? You two know each other~?"
Headmaster leaned in, peering at our faces alternately, then smirked knowingly.
What's that about?
"Emily. That condition I mentioned before?"
"But Drei. Checked your class yet?"
Emily breezed past Headmaster's words.
Her status here wasn't low.
Or Headmaster had zero authority.
...Nah, with island-warping power, she had dignity.
Shelved the thought and answered.
"Class?"
"Huh? No assignment yet?"
"......?"
No such talk.
"Oh, haven't set that."
Headmaster said casually.
"Why?"
Emily asked casually too.
Headmaster had no dignity, did she...?
"Tied to the new student you brought."
"...Ah."
Why do you two get it?
Let me in.
Opening ceremony, and I don't know my class? Weird.
Figured as instructor, I'd be in the staff room today.
"Both special cases. Thinking auction?"
"Auction? Vulgar word."
"Ehehe."
Auction what...?
Whatever. They'll assign me.
Any class, I'd flunk adaptation anyway.
Better ask what bugged me.
Been holding it in—no good timing till now.
"I have a question."
"Hm? What?"
"What is it?"
Witch and Headmaster answered together.
I glanced between their faces.
"Do you know what Almiraz is? It apparently invaded the floating island."
"......"
Witch went silent; Headmaster blinked.
Answer came from an unexpected source.
"Outsider Killer."
"......!"
That clear, pleasant voice—enough to make girls faint just hearing it, fucking annoying—was...?
Looked over: As expected, the guy wore his refreshing mask.
"Kaits."
"Hello. Meet again, Drei."
Headmaster hoo-hooed intriguingly at the hero's affable smile.
"You two know each other?"
"Yes. Sparred briefly a while back."
"Spar" piqued others' interest.
"Whoa, really? Who won? How'd you meet?"
I answered.
"I went looking for him."
"Huh? Why? 'Cause he's the hero?!"
"No."
I grinned.
"Just wanted to see a time-rewinder with my own eyes."
Kaits's smile froze.
Take that, fucker.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ El, back in class after ages, drew classmates flocking.
"Long time, Elysia!"
"You look so young?"
Asita and Clarir watched quietly, continuing their chat.
"That guy. Think he'll greet well~?"
"...Doubt it."
Both girls thought of Drei, naturally.
He'd appear in the auditorium soon—what greeting would he give?
"Whatcha talking about~?"
Approaching was a little succubus-like girl: tiny, yet fatally alluring with near-pink twintails...
Name: Insus.
Starting with her, classmates swarmed like clouds.
The class's tight-knit vibe silenced Asita; Clarir looked tired.
Who was Insus? Fair question—her and these two girls stood out even in Prynar Academy.
Especially Clarir, with skills and Student Council President title.
Two of them on one topic? Curiosity spiked.
Under relentless grilling, the pair vaguely said they'd heard about the new instructor.
After, class buzzed about the new instructor Yedre.