Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: 8. Just Do It, and It Works. (8)
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# 74
#10 Their Circumstances: The Circumstances of a Certain Student Council President.
The professors had grown stronger.
“Kill them!”
It used to be that mostly students were the ones shouting things like that.
Now, even the professors had started saying it.
And on top of that.
“P-Professor?”
“Sorry, but die!”
One student who had grabbed a fallen professor to shove him aside screamed and collapsed.
Professors used to fight cleanly, even in defeat.
But ever since that day...
Their fighting style had become trickier... no, dirtier, for lack of a better word.
But it couldn’t be helped.
The students who had already experienced it firsthand couldn’t blame the professors for it.
And it wasn’t like they were wrong...
“It’s fine! If you lose, I’ll heal you! So fight with everything you’ve got!”
The one waving enthusiastically from the back, watching our battle, was that silver devil.
And that devil was threatening the professors by brandishing her terrifying fist.
The devil’s healing method was devilish, as expected: beating the hell out of them.
It showed an astonishing recovery speed, but in complete contrast, it delivered an astonishing amount of pain.
Pain so intense that you’d think dying would be more comfortable!
“No matter what, we can’t give up either!”
Another student shouted and charged, but the professors dodged and deflected attacks lightly, fighting in a way that preserved their bodies as much as possible.
“Isn’t that a bit too dirty?”
“Our lives are on the line too.”
They chipped away at the students’ stamina with skilled hit-and-run tactics while avoiding their own injuries as much as possible.
This style of avoiding proper combat altogether was the complete opposite of the upright fighting methods of Yuglasia’s professors up until now.
Because of it, we were still stuck on the 8th floor when we should’ve been entering the 2nd by now.
“How are the other floors doing?”
“They say it’s similar to us, President.”
“What about ignoring them and just powering through?”
“You think that’ll work? They’re already in a cornered-rat formation—no, a devil’s formation.”
“We were like that during break too.”
“No, in a way, even worse. We only get one chance before we’re done, but they get beaten every time they fall.”
“Why is the devil the one using healing skills?”
“Obviously to heal them up and beat them more.”
“As expected of the devil among devils—no, the seed of an evil god!”
Unlike the grumbling students, the professors were all dead serious.
It was as if the situation before the semester started had flipped between students and professors.
Their expressions were so solemn they bordered on grave.
“They’ve got that look like they’re prepared to die.”
“It’s not an illusion that I feel a strange sense of kinship, right?”
“No, it’s because we had those eyes too.” “Professor Niserwin isn’t human. How could she do that even to fellow professors...”
Just what was winning the Imperial Tournament worth?
Fine for the students participating in the Imperial Tournament, but dragging even the non-participating professors into hell?
“But our goal is fighting the professors anyway.”
Lately, it felt like we could break through the academy, no, it was practically the same as breaking through if we could get past Professor Muam.
Yet the anxiety only grew.
Professor Niserwin didn’t seem like the type to let us off before the Imperial Tournament!
Some scheme to break our teamwork or plunge us into fear.
Or maybe prepare some utterly ridiculous trial.
Fortunately, she’d chosen to drive the professors into hell to pressure us.
Sorry to the professors, but considering they’d pretended not to know our circumstances up until now, it felt a bit satisfying!
“We should be glad it’s the professors and not us getting cornered like that.”
“Yeah, if a devil like that were attached to us...”
“I’d probably really kill myself.”
“Would suicide even be possible?”
“Who knows. But the important thing is we get to face professors who are truly sincere—no, transcending their limits.”
Our current position was the middle of the 8th floor.
We were progressing at early-semester speed, but we were learning a ton in the process.
“Normally we’d start deploying from the 2nd floor, but... now we’re jumping in right away.”
“You sure that’s okay?”
“If we can’t break through here, we can’t even get to the 2nd. And if we conquer this, who knows what Professor Niserwin will pull next.”
“Yeah.”
Our opponent was someone who drove not just students but professors into hell.
A monster who turned Yuglasia Academy into hell.
If it were a monster we could face, fine, but Professor Niserwin had even sweet-talked our parents, including Lady Aris’s father, Marquis Retia.
So avoiding her was best for body and mind.
“While the devil’s attention is on the professors, we just focus on improving our skills.”
Our goal was solely the Imperial Tournament.
Win there, and we could end this hellish time.
“Let’s give it our all and finish everything! Use any means necessary!”
With those words, the student council executives charged at the professors with full power, and soon Yuglasia was filled with.
“Arrrgh!”
“Nerkiaaa!”
The professors’ screams.
“Hee hee hee! Nice one, President! Fight even harder! Oh, another injured one over there!”
And the devil’s cheerful laughter.
#11 Their Circumstances: The Circumstances of a Certain Professor.
“Muam, the students haven’t come down lately?”
I tilted my head and looked at Muam, who sighed deeply and said.
“They seem thrilled.”
Thrilled?
“Of course they are!”
Thrilled! So thrilled!
Back at the start of the semester, I was seriously contemplating quitting my professor job because of the princess. I might actually die.
I’d called Professor Niserwin once during Night Self-Study and survived getting not just ostracized but mobbed by students.
The key point was that it was legal mobbing!
This academy was totally insane, treating mutual attacks during Night Self-Study as heroic tales.
I’d participated enthusiastically myself, but even so, mob attacks were too much!
But now the other professors seemed awakened; no students were coming down to the 1st floor where Muam and I were.
...Just a few more weeks like this, and the Imperial Tournament!
Once the Imperial Tournament happened in about a month, Night Self-Study—the system that drove this academy mad—would vanish.
Yuglasia students had already surpassed student level!
“If the kids win the Imperial Tournament like this, the students won’t have Night Self-Study anymore, which is great, I get the info to pass to the princess, which is great, and I get a fat bonus on top, even better!”
“You’ve already declared victory.”
“Of course. If these kids can’t win, the world’s already conquered by humans.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
Even Muam, who always countered me, nodded.
“But I wonder how the other professors are holding up against those students. Wanna go watch?”
Watch? Waaatch~?
“Of course not, rejected!”
After break ended, Professor Niserwin lifted all restrictions up to Plan B, so going to other floors wasn’t an issue.
The problem was nothing good awaited if we did.
No, only bad things.
“The professors’ eyes lately look just like the students’ before the old Imperial Tournament promise. Proof that nothing good comes from going.”
“But aren’t you curious?”
“Muam, there’s an elven proverb: Curiosity turns elves into slaves!”
Wisdom from great ancestors.
Elves who lived only in forests falling to slave traders or con artists and becoming human slaves was common since ancient times.
How many dumb elves fell for tricks like “ooh, shiny necklace” that were actually slave obedience collars!
Curiosity kills elves.
Thus, as a fragile elf, I prioritize my safety over satisfying curiosity.
“You’ve changed so much from the Professor Harian when we first met.”
“Of course. I... grew here.”
“The process was rough, but the result seems like good growth.”
Muam’s words made my chest tighten; I was about to retort when.
Thud.
“Ah...”
My naturally sharp ears caught the heavy boot steps, forcing my mouth shut.
“...What on earth has been happening upstairs, Professor Harian?”
“Dunno... but one thing I do know.”
One by one, the footsteps multiplied, and from the stairs descending from the distant 2nd floor, Yuglasia students started coming down, led by the student council.
But their appearance was utterly unlike when they last trampled me.
They used to lightly subdue professors and descend unscathed to stomp me, but now they looked like ragged remnants of defeat.
Their uniforms—fine fabric woven with multiple magic spells—were torn in places, and even girls had blood trickling from facial wounds.
“What kind of academy am I teaching at...”
They looked less like academy students and more like warriors.
Their uniforms evoked elite special forces garb, and their footsteps rang like the advance of an undefeated army.
“Professor Harian, we really need to prepare properly.”
A different intimidation from the berserker mode when they charged to trample me before.
Even Muam’s voice trembled slightly upon sensing it.
Thud. Thud. Halt.
At a distance just over 10 meters, lead student council president Nerkia stopped and raised his hand.
“Charge.”
It was a command straight out of a general’s mouth.
With it, the horde of speed-specialized summons charging felt like a cavalry assault.
“The kids are weird, seriously weird!”
“Great King, block my foes!”
I screamed and had Boreas layer multiple wind barriers, while Muam erected his own water barrier against the students.
“Ranged, prepare.”
As we processed the charging summons one by one while holding the barriers, the president gestured leisurely to the students.
Then, from afar, summons gathered to form orbs and spells of various attributes.
“Hey, President? You’re not an army, you’re students?”
I yelled at the students reeking of professionalism, but they ignored me and launched the orbs.
“Listen to the elf for once!”
The spells battered the wind barrier with deafening noise.
I didn’t think these would pierce Boreas’s barrier, wind god as he was.
“But I can’t see!”
As flashy lights obscured vision, anxiety surged.
This way... surely...
“Hello, Professor.”
“Knew it!”
As expected, Aris sliced through the light and wind barrier.
“Aris, give me a break!”
“You’ll resurrect soon anyway.”
“What kinda talk is that!”
Her strikes, even more merciless than before, made me scream, but she pressed on, and I fell.
“Down?”
And it began.
“Gaaargh?!”
Indescribable pain hit instantly.
“Professor Harian’s up!”
“Phase 1! Take him down while he’s dazed!”
Before my foggy mind could recover, spells flew at me.
-Snap out of it, contractor!
Then blackout again.
“Arrrgh!”
Woke to even worse pain!
“N-Nooo!”
“Phase 2, denial of reality!”
“Attack again!”
After repeating blackout and pain a few times, I realized what was happening.
When I fainted, Professor Niserwin’s summon beat me awake, then students attacked again.
Fell again, attacked again, fell...
“Don’t fall, that’s what they’re saying!”
“Final phase, final phase!”
“Everyone, watch out!”
These kids, really.
“Keep pushing, and look what you get! You think I’m easy?!”
“Professor Harian’s already gone berserk!”
“Lady Aris, take Professor Muam!”
Facing students looking at me like a demon king, I unleashed my mana wildly.
“Boreas, kill them all!”And that day, like the other professors,
I truly became a resident of Yuglasia hell.