Chapter 59
Chapter 59
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 59
Chapter Title: 7. Is Your Back of the Head Safe? (6) / #9 Their Circumstances: The Plight of a Certain Student Council President
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# 59
“W-What… is this place?”
“I don’t know. It looks like a classroom, but I’ve never seen it before.”
“Risen checked outside, right? Wake him up and ask.”
“No, we’re already screwed. Risen… he probably won’t be waking up again.”
Karen shook her head after kicking the limp, tongue-lolling Risen a few times with no response.
And all we could do in response was let out a collective sigh.
“So, does that mean we have to get through this place ourselves?”
“Probably. At least it seems like we’re still inside the academy. He did say he’d let us know that attending classes is a blessing.”
“Attending classes is a blessing…”
Even so, to go so far as to imprison students.
This wasn’t a problem as nobles. This was a problem as students—no, as human beings!
What the hell had we done wrong to deserve this insane treatment!
Skipped academy?
Was it such a crime not to go to the academy during break?
Fine, call it a crime. But even then, to say a silver devil comes out if we don’t leave within the time limit?
We wouldn’t be running like this if that wasn’t on the table!
But the mastermind behind all this was none other than Professor Niserwin.
So our fate was either to escape this place or…
“We’re not seriously staying here until the semester starts, are we?”
“Eek!”
“No way!”
Screams and gasps began to erupt from all around.
Professor Niserwin had said he’d teach us how much of a blessing “attending classes” was.
By the letter of that, we’d become people incapable of attending classes.
But this was the academy.
To teach people already inside the academy about the blessing of attending classes?
“R-Really?”
I was the one who raised the question, but even I thought, “No way that’s possible,” for the most part.
However, our opponent was Professor Niserwin.
Whenever we thought, “No way, that can’t be,” he was the one who made it reality.
What others dismissed as nonsense became fact the moment Professor Niserwin said it!
Who could have predicted morning self-study, after-school study, night self-study, and even special break study sessions?
Yet the academy—no, Professor Niserwin—had implemented these absurd schedules, and not even the professors or parents raised a single objection.
So what about us now?
What if he’d cooked up another “special study session” excuse to lock us away?
“We need to check this place out right now!”
I jumped up and flung open the only door the devil had entered through, revealing a hallway slightly narrower than the school’s corridors.
The overall atmosphere, colors, and appearance matched the familiar corridors of Yuglasia Academy.
“Damn it…”
But even seeing that, curses spilled from my mouth.
Because…
“W-What the hell is this place…”
That’s right. At least two years.
At most three years spent in the academy—we student council executives knew every nook and cranny.
If even we didn’t know about it while handling every odd job, that meant no one knew this place existed.
“President, what is this? Is it really inside the academy?”
“It looks like the academy on the outside. But it’s not a place we know.”
“Damn it, a part of the academy the student council doesn’t know about. Could it be another academy? It wouldn’t be weird if we didn’t know the insides of a different one.”
As one by one we stepped out, screaming or groaning in despair, one student began voicing their thoughts.
“That could be it.”
The Imperial Four Great Academies had all been built in the same place at the same time, after all.
So it wouldn’t be strange if it was another academy—a familiar yet unknown space to us.
But.
“No, I don’t think so. Professor Niserwin’s ultimate goal is winning the Imperial Tournament. There’s no benefit to exposing our full strength to the outside.”
He’d said he’d revive Yuglasia by making us win the Imperial Tournament.
Would someone like that casually reveal our forces to outsiders?
A public event might be different, to promote Yuglasia to civilians or parents.
But this was break period, right before the second semester and Imperial Tournament prep.
Would he really show our strength to the enemy now?
“That makes sense, President.”
“No, that guy might just say after it’s over, ‘Your weaknesses are all exposed now, so figure out how to fix them!’ without a care.”
“That’s a possibility we can’t ignore.”
I nodded along without thinking.
Either way, this was an unknown location.
On top of that, we weren’t in our uniforms with their basic defensive spells—we were in thin pajamas.
Even with just a few professors guarding it, escaping seemed tough.
But for the sake of our break, we had to overcome this crisis.
“Anyway, Risen’s… dead. So Kasen and I will split the group in half to find an escape route.”
“Can we even escape?”
“Professor Niserwin is the type to give us a way out and tell us to escape. But no fighting if possible. Especially if the silver devil shows up—run like hell and spread the word so everyone knows.”
“Got it!”
Tension gripped everyone at the mention of the silver devil.
“Good. No letting our guard down. Our only goal is escape. If someone falls behind, we leave them—no helping it!”
It might sound heartless.
But we, tempered by night self-study, knew.
How much sacrifice it took to save one comrade!
Once we realized that, we could stay calm even if we abandoned ourselves or others.
This was the true worth of Yuglasia students seasoned by night self-study!
“President’s group takes the right rooms, Vice President’s group takes the left.”
“The key is finding ways to escape and clues about where we are.”
Nodding to each other, we split into groups of four or five and began checking rooms one by one.
“It looks like a classroom, but…”
“Yeah, not a place we know.”
Even if Professor Niserwin had changed the academy a lot, its core shape remained.
But these were classrooms that looked like Yuglasia’s yet we’d never seen before—completely unknown.
Worried about escape, perhaps? No windows on the walls, just pure darkness.
“Let’s look for clues.”
Fortunately,
We rummaged through desks, checked podiums, even lockers.
“Found what looks like textbooks in the desk!”
“Found weird cards in the locker!”
“Just chalk on the blackboard!”
We found three things in the classroom.
A single black card, a mysterious textbook, and three pieces of chalk.
“Let’s check this textbook-looking thing first.”
Opening it up revealed…
“Blank pages?”
No matter how many I flipped through, the fancy cover hid only empty white pages.
“Nothing here?”
“Is this room a bust?”
“Hmm…”
Really? Our opponent was Professor Niserwin.
Would a guy obsessed with working students to death set simple traps like this?
Not a chance, in my opinion.
That maniac would’ve crammed the textbook full of text.
And after decoding it all, it’d say something like [Heh, gotcha!] or [Bust. Try again next time!].
Assuming that’s true.
If such a person left this blank hint, then?
“We need to use the tools around us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Watch.”
I crushed the chalk into powder and rubbed it on the blank page.
Then smoothed it out with the card…
“Whoa!”
“Letters are appearing!”
“Amazing, President!”
This was the skill of Yuglasia’s student council president—me!
No more taking it lying down, Professor Niserwin!
Soon, the letters began to emerge.
This had to be the way through!
And that way was…
[Bust. Better luck next time.]
***
-Kraaaah! Damn it!
I could see the student council president clutching his head and screaming.
He thought he was clever, but I’m always one step ahead!
“Eek, the president got hooked! Flap flap, totally reeled in!”
“Still a long way to go.”
The others found no clues, but the president figured it out.
But did I make it that easy?
Of course not—most are busts.
The real hint odds? Just 3%.
How long until these guys find it?
“But, master? You’re really not sending the kids back, right?”
“I said it, so I’ll follow through.”
“What about food?”
“They get out if they clear the mission.”
“That’s… enough for everyone, right?”
“Of course not—barely enough.”
“Master really is a devil!”
I just copied a few variety shows from my past life.
Guess those PDs were the real devils.
“Time’s up soon. Get ready to go.”
“Huh? Party time already?”
I showed the clock to the blabbering fool.
It was 1 p.m.
The students’ time attack was starting.
“Oh, and master! The kids downstairs are struggling without the student council. Can I just beat ’em up?”
“Doesn’t matter. Most of the council’s on the 8th floor anyway. The 3rd floor kids can handle it if they try.”
Plus, they don’t even try.
The vice president Risen outright smashed walls, but the video magic tools have limits.
To avoid detection, they’re low-mana, small devices—limited to broad or precise surveillance!
If a bunch scattered to smash walls across the 1st floor and bolt, we couldn’t catch them all.
Sure, iron pipes would deploy at classroom doors, but flying summons could still escape.
Yet they mostly give up or mindlessly charge Professor Muam.
Charging the Water Spirit King? Do they have brains?
“So don’t go easy.”
“Yep, obviously! I’m a fair goddess who shows no mercy to anyone!”
Wonder when she’ll drop that goddess act.
Whatever—seeing her smug face, Lady Aris must be suffering today too, but it’s all for the Imperial Tournament win!
Atmosphere-wise, victory’s assured, but you never know.
A demon king proposing to a hero? Or becoming an imperial official only for your childhood friend hero to drag you adventuring?
Sounds absurd? That absurdity exists somewhere in this world.
Take me: the continent’s strongest nation’s princess chasing me to marry?
Not “let’s get married,” but “you will marry.”
That’s the key point.
Unilateral order, no input from me!
Realistic? It’s a position where kids could aim for emperor.
And she’s chasing a guy whose identity was unknown—now confirmed Evil Organization member!
Yet the emperor’s like, “Sure. Uh. Congrats?”
I know it’s a weird country that hasn’t collapsed yet, but this is too much, right?
“Master, master. Enough whining. I’m heading out now?”
Tired of my lamenting, Sopatda patted my shoulder and skipped off lightly.
Current location: my office… no, the hidden 10th-floor secret office!
That’s why Sopatda comes down from above.
This office, unknown to most professors, is prepped solely to boost student skills.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
“Already started?”
Hearing the booms from above, I checked the video magic tools again.
Nothing beats watching a fight!