Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: 8. Just Do It, and It Works. (7)
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# 73
“Too bad about today.”
“You said the same thing yesterday, though?”
“It was just as regrettable yesterday.”
It’s a world without TV, but there are magic tools that can serve the same purpose.
Of course, there’s no one producing entertaining content with them, so they’re pretty useless!
I once thought about starting a business with it, but I gave up since I knew nothing about broadcasting.
It could be a massive hit as the continent’s first such venture, but the risk of total failure was just as high.
Besides, the only people here with any acting chops would be wandering troupe performers or nobles skilled in factional infighting—and nobles aren’t about to put on a show.
Their acting skills are genuinely chilling, though.
Just watching them go from tearing into each other to grinning like old pals gives even my past life’s actors a run for their money.
But if we broadcast Yuglasia Academy’s Night Self-Study sessions, I might even reconsider that broadcasting business idea!
Especially after Aris became a Swordmaster—the revival of the military-background professors, who’d been getting crushed every time, was hands-down today’s best minute.
-We admit defeat. But as your professors, we can’t give up!
-Even if we lose, and lose again, and keep losing. Preparing you to win tomorrow—that’s our duty as soldiers of the Empire!
“Wow~ Those guys are cool! Fighting to the end without giving up, even when they’re on the ropes!”
“And they held out impressively long.”
“Think that summoning professor might become a Swordmaster too?”
“Arhan Professor… Well, it’s possible, I suppose.”
They say the path to Swordmaster isn’t open to everyone—yet insist it’s open to everyone.
What nonsense, but every swordsman buys into it.
I’ve got zero mana, so I can’t wrap my head around it, but from what I’ve heard, I get the gist.
The biggest factor on the road to Swordmaster?
“It’s all luck anyway.”
You’ve gotta get lucky.
Even a swordsman who’s never hit a wall can fail the first time on that path.
But Aris became a Swordmaster after taking just a few snowballs to the face.
That said, it had nothing to do with the snowballs.
If getting pelted by snowballs made you a Swordmaster, the princess’s direct knight order would all be hunkered down in some southern ice village having snowball fights.
Aris becoming a Swordmaster from a few snowballs was a literal miracle.
In short: luck.
“So it works or it doesn’t?”
“No clue. Swordmasters are just luck.”
If someone researched it properly, maybe, but my odds of becoming one are 0%, so no point wasting effort on it for my students.
“Good call. If a few more of Master’s students became Swordmasters, your ship would’ve been gutted by now!”
“Fair point.”
High chance of failure, but suppose I figured out the secret?
Drawing on past experience, I’d open a swordsmanship house, churn out Swordmasters, make it a famed lineage… Nah, the princess’s Swordmaster legion would nab me first and force me into service.
“Force you into what?”
“Uh… [CENSORED]?”
“Sounds like something huge happens!”
Censorship magic strikes again.
All-ages friendly, yet hits even the bat with instant understanding.
“If those guys don’t become Swordmasters, can the professors win? Should we bring back the traitor system?”
“Nah, that’d be tough too.”
Traitors only emerge when your side’s odds are slim to none.
When winning’s hard for everyone, someone cuts and runs—that’s a traitor.
Conversely, betraying when you’re already winning? Utterly illogical.
They’re already beating Harian Professor daily and on the verge of breaking through Muam Professor—why betray now?
“No way that makes sense.”
But then the bat lands an unexpected blow.
“Master? Are your academy’s students normal people?”
“Damn!”
On second thought, these kids are abnormal!
Not just their combat power—their personalities scream it too.
Normal people wouldn’t ditch Night Self-Study en masse, zero stragglers, no matter what.
And they’d hesitate to attack professors, but these guys? Direct assaults for a clean getaway, no qualms.
This isn’t a card game? It’s real combat?
And you four hesitate not a whit?!
“I’ll give you props on everything else, but don’t think like that! You’re the one who whacked students with me, no hesitation!”
“That was love’s tough hand.”
All for my disciples’ growth as a master.
That’s why I crafted the safe, effective bat series.
“Doubt the students saw it that way.”
“Regrettable, isn’t it?”
Perception gap’s a killer.
“If it’s Master’s love taps, to them it’s desperate survival flailing.”
“That’s why the other professors graciously overlook their rough resistance.”
“Lately, feels like the professors are flailing for survival too.”
“They’ve got their livelihoods on the line.”
“And you’re chill knowing that? Master’s the ultimate villain!”
“Ex-member of the Empire’s top evil organization from the start.”
I’m a proud villain.
Third-raters whine about tragic births or extenuating circumstances, but good people stay good.
I just went villain for an easy life—nothing to hide there!
“Yeah, yeah, proud villain Master. So, what’s the plan? Make traitors again?”
“Hmm… Could be fun…”
Add some extra perks, and it’d ease professors’ burdens while making Night Self-Study even more fun for students.
“For everyone’s happy ending, better scrap Night Self-Study altogether?”
“Nah, then we lose our fun.”
“That won’t do! Prioritizing self over others—Master’s the best!”
Me before you, you before me? Nah.
Help others while neglecting yourself, and you’re no saint—you’re a sucker.
Look after number one first; sacrifice for others? Pass.
Heroes ditching lovers for the world? Their heads must be messed up.
“Alright, time for us to get to work.”
“Huh? Didn’t school start mean I’m unemployed again? You said I’d ruin students’ mental health!”
“Changed my mind. We just avoid hitting students.”
To spare their psyches post-reopening, I shelved her—but now I’ve got a use for her.
“Where? Where does this goddess descend?!”
Still buzzing from pummeling students, she reacts fiercely, so I share my brilliant new plan.
“Where you shine? Obviously Yuglasia.”
“Yup, yup!”
“And this is Plan Alpha!”
“Alpha!”
Her eyes sparkle as I lay out the plan.
“Beat up the professors!”
#9 Their Circumstances: Some Professors' Circumstances.
“Gah!”
“Damn it all!”
“Matel Professor’s down! Fall back the defensive line!”
Night Self-Study kicked off again today.
The students’ swift advance—leagues beyond semester start—proved too much to hold.
“Damn, their attacks have gotten fiercer lately.”
“Ugh… If we could heal like the students…”
“That’d be unfair. Impressive they’ve reached this level…”
“No telling. If they escape Night Self-Study, maybe we get recovery too?”
“Our wallets won’t recover, though.”
Not as restrictive as the first session, but Niserwin Professor still imposed limits.
Worst: No recovery magic or healing summons.
Students could charge endlessly with heals, while professors conserved stamina, unable to press—students exploited every gap.
“Tough… So tough.”
That’s when it happened.
Night Self-Study, once a trial of terror for students.
Now turned into one for professors.
“Special service from Master—for suffering professors!”
“W-what?”
“Niserwin Professor’s summon?”
Suddenly appearing: Niserwin Professor’s summon, the terror dubbed the Silver Devil by students.
It grinned at us.
“Professors can recover now too!”
Those gleaming silver eyes curved sweetly as the devil smiled.
“But only through me!”
“Wh-what does that…”
“Actions over words!”
Light steps carry it past professors blocking students fervently.
Students spotting Niserwin Professor’s summon screamed everywhere, but it chirped, “Not you today!” and skipped ahead.
It stopped before a professor slumped in the corridor corner.
“Students work hard—professors can’t nap!”
Before the fallen professor, Niserwin Professor’s summon raised its tiny, cute fist and struck.
“Gaaaaahhh!”
The professor, slumped against the wall unconscious, screamed awake.
“Get up and fight!”
“Kyaaah!”
The summon tapped the confused professor’s legs amid the pain—making him hop and scream.
“My summon’s already down—I can’t do anything!”
Panicked honorifics to his own summon? Unhinged sight, but true words.
Summoners vs. mages: endurance is key.
Mages burn their own mana; summoners share HP/mana with summons for long fights.
But mages recover with potions; summoners can’t if their summon doesn’t.
Thus, students could abandon downed professors in safe zones.
They couldn’t fight anyway!
“Try summoning.”
“N-no, impossible… Gah!”
“Try.”
“C-can’t… Kyaaaa!”
“Try.”
But Niserwin Professor’s—no, the Silver Devil ignored pleas, striking each refusal.
“S-summon!”
“Grraaah!”
Desperation worked? The gray wolf answered despite injuries.
The Silver Devil beamed.
“There!”
“Grrrrraaaahhh!”
It punched the wolf.
“Wh-what?!”
The summon—tiny devil’s fist dwarfed by it—screamed!
But no reverse summon like students’.
Instead…
“It’s healing!”
Blood oozing through gray fur receded.
“Grraaah! Graaaaa! Graaaaaahhh!”
The wolf’s screams grew louder!
“Now fight! No injury worries. I’ll handle healing!”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Graaah!”
Professor and wolf nodded, faces screaming “no more hurts!”
“I focus on heals, so professors—fight!”
Finishing, the devil roused downed professors two-fisted.
We professors thought the same:
-Fall, and you’re dead.
Thus began the Silver Devil legend—not just for students, but professors too.