Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: 8. Just Do It, and It Works (9)
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# 75
-Die!
-We can't die!
The professors' screams echoed through the video magic device.
A new Plan Alpha: using the Iron Bat not on the students, but on the professors.
The effect was tremendous.
Until now, after skipping Night Self-Study, the professors had relied on recovery magic and taken an aggressive stance. But with the Iron Bat's appearance, they shifted to focusing on defense and evasion.
At the same time, they began systematically picking off the students one by one with seasoned, ruthless precision. In response, the students started launching organized joint attacks.
One side evolves, and the other evolves to survive.
The professor develops the student, and the student who grows in turn develops the professor.
Creating the ultimate education... Am I really born to be a teacher?
"Good, good."
By now, the Iron Bat that had swooped in was probably healing the professors (while beating them) and reveling in joy, so the staff room was quiet.
"That's weird."
I muttered, not quite used to the eerie silence, but there was no reply, as expected.
Am I getting old and starting to feel lonely...? The thought almost brought tears to my eyes when I realized the only thing beside me was the Iron Bat.
Thinking back, I wasn't single in my previous life, but I am in this one.
It's not that I lack popularity here, either. It's just that among those temptingly beckoning me to escape singledom, not a single normal person exists.
What on earth did I do wrong in my past life or this one?
"Time to work."
Any more thinking and I'd really cry, so I pulled out some documents and started devising strategies.
The students have grown into monsters now, so they're unlikely to lose at the Imperial Tournament. But the world is full of variables!
In the worst case, I had to prepare for the other three academies forming an alliance.
That's why I was reviewing every match ever held at the Imperial Tournament and crafting strategies.
-Die!
-We’ve already analyzed Professor Harian’s attack patterns!
-That was a feint!
-We anticipated even that feint!
Watching the first floor's footage unfold like a protagonist-versus-villain clash from some old fantasy novel, I dimly recalled academy stories from my past life's reading.
"There were matches like this in academy tales..."
During downtime at my old job, I'd read novels, and a few seemed similar to this.
"I've already used this one, and that one got banned as cheating..."
I didn't remember everything, but I jotted down counters for the fun ones I recalled.
Usually, protagonists or their allies come up with strategies boosted by the protagonist's buffs to succeed. But with these kids' caliber, couldn't they rival other novels' leads?
Especially the student council president and vice president.
And Aris—Lady Aris has genuine protagonist-level specs!
Even half-baked plans could lead to Imperial Tournament victory through individual prowess.
Of course, the real reason I'm making these is that the other professors are busy working with the students, and I don't want to look idle.
This isn't slacking off.
This is my role.
The principal—who skips Night Self-Study—and I handle Imperial Tournament duties as academy representatives, battling mountains of paperwork every day!
The principal takes external affairs; I handle internal ones. Perfect division of labor.
-Die!
-I can't die!
Internal duties mean guiding students' growth and attitudes.
Watching their skills improve automatically, I contentedly finalized the Imperial Tournament strategies.
Victory at the Imperial Tournament is already Yuglasia Academy's for the taking!
#12 Their Side: Lady Aris Lil Retia's Side
"Come on, Aris."
Those eyes familiar to every Yuglasia student.
Not because it's our professor.
Every student here has had those eyes at least once—no, almost every day.
"Let's die once, shall we?"
A cold wind pressed down on the space.
This was the true power of a god-tier summoner wielding a god-tier summon.
Professor Harian's full power, not as our student council advisor, but as a mortal enemy fighting for his life.
His usual lighthearted demeanor vanished with the cold wind; the overwhelming pressure was the incarnation of a god itself.
"We can't give up either."
"Indeed? Commendable as professors, but I'd rather pass on matching that."
Right beside me, the president and Professor Muam were exchanging serious words.
Tomorrow was finally our last hope: the start of the Imperial Tournament.
That's why we students desperately wanted to escape this interminable Night Self-Study today.
But our opponents were Yuglasia’s top summoners: Professors Muam and Harian.
And behind those ultimate summoners, under the pretense of "healing," lurked the silver devil watching over them.
Whenever Professor Muam or Harian fell, the silver devil appeared in a flash, pummeled them, and the two professors rose with screams to fight us again.
Realizing defeat meant excruciating pain, the professors blocked us without a single lapse, as if in a life-or-death battle.
Proof? Their summoning methods had changed from the start.
Professor Muam abandoned gathering ambient moisture to borrow the Water Spirit King's power and instead summoned the Water Spirit King directly.
Professor Harian's green hair had turned blue.
It looked like my frequent possession technique at a glance, but it was a step above: Incarnation.
Surpassing possession—calling a god into one's body—Incarnation made one a god itself.
Impossible for the original Professor Harian, but he'd achieved this supreme summoner realm to survive the silver devil.
Thanks to that, we'd failed to breach their defense every time, always stopped on the first floor.
But today was different.
"No—we—we must break through you two today and push forward!"
Our resolve was at its peak.
Even badly injured students refused treatment, dragging their heavy steps down here.
For tomorrow's Imperial Tournament, we'd come to steel our determination!
"Here we go!"
"Come at us!"
From the start, I formed Spear Aura on my spear.
The red Spear Aura, honed through countless battles with the professors, began to blaze.
"Hungry Wolf Fang!"
The opening salvo: my strongest strike!
"Weak!"
But he easily compressed the storm swirling around the Sword Aura to block it.
"Come on, cute little Aris."
With a shing, he drew his sword, dark blue energy gathering on it.
"You know I handle swords pretty well too, right?"
"Indeed!"
The first time Professor Harian drew a sword, I panicked and fell back. The next, that blue energy threw me off again.
According to him, elves learn swordsmanship and archery from childhood.
Among them, innate talents lead them to choose and master magic, summoning, or other paths. Professor Harian's sword skills were impressive for something learned young.
"Blow... Boreas!"
And that blue energy.
It first seemed like Sword Aura, with destructive power to match, but it wasn't.
Purely the mighty wind summoned and compressed by a god himself.
The attack compressing Boreas, god of the north wind, was too much even for Sword Aura.
Originally, he'd swung his sword shouting "Blow, storm!" but the silver devil suddenly yelled "Master says don't say that!" and smacked his side, changing it to "Blow, Boreas."
Later, Professor Harian protested full of complaints, only to get scolded with "Can't risk it during a new divine possession..."—some incomprehensible retort.
"Die!"
"Not happening!"
I could block the incoming sword with my spear, but it'd consume massive mana.
A mana attrition war against an elf with superior reserves? No way.
So I used my summoner abilities too.
"Goddess!"
-I know!
I called on the goddess, borrowing her power.
What I summoned: Aegis, the supreme shield even she called her strongest.
"Tch, annoying again!"
I blocked Professor Harian's sword with the shield.
-Take this! Petrifying light!
Simultaneously, the goddess emitted light from the shield.
Medusa, the monster who turned foes to stone with a glance.
The hero who slew her offered her head to Athena, the goddess who aided him.
That head merged with the hero's shield, Aegis, turning the goddess's shield into the ultimate weapon for defense and offense!
"Muam! Switch!"
"Already the divine shield?"
"Yeah! Switch now!"
I thrust my shortened spear at Professor Harian to pair with the shield, but he dodged with eyes closed.
"We're no pushovers either!"
"I know! Our academy has no easy students!"
In an instant, he widened the distance, blocking attacks from surrounding students.
With elven agility plus the wind god, Professor Harian deftly evaded interfering students and headed toward Professor Muam.
"I'm your opponent, Professor!"
"Obsessive girls aren't popular, Aris! Plus, I like men!"
What kind of weird fetish comment is this from a professor?!
"I like men too!"
I yelled back indignantly, but it was the wrong thing to say.
"Oh my, the marquis's eldest daughter shouting she likes men at her age! Professors must stop unhealthy student romances!"
"Professor!"
I reverse-summoned Aegis and gripped my aura-charged spear two-handed.
"Retia Style Variant: Single Fang!"
I hurled the spear with all my might.
Our house doesn't emphasize spear-throwing much.
In situations where you can't wield your weapon freely, throwing it is a last resort—abandoning your only tool.
"Hya!"
But the Retia clan's wolf strike, infused with mana across the entire spear—not just the tip—guaranteed power.
"I... won't... fall!"
In that instant, Professor Harian discarded his sword, spread his arms, gathered the blue energy between his hands, and thrust it forward as the spear closed in.
"Kyaaah!"
"Dodge!"
The clash of Spear Aura and the wind god's power unleashed a shockwave that sent nearby students flying.
"Urgh!"
"W-Wait! Isn't this too much?"
"We'll actually die?"
Against such foes, it was a full-power throw.
Even divine contractors would struggle to block it.
But.
"Muuuuaaaam!"
Opponents weren't alone.
In some ways, more troublesome than gods in this world.
Ruler of all waters.
"I’m struggling too, you know."
Grumbling, Professor Muam guided the massive water giant, blocked the president's attack, and summoned a water orb beside Professor Harian.
"Water Spirit King's power plus the wind god's—invincible!"
My spear, piercing Professor Harian's wind, lost momentum as Professor Muam's water orb joined.
It was already taxing for me; if it failed, momentum would reverse.
Then, time to use physical prowess!
"If invincible, can it block the silver devil behind you too?"
"Uh, uh?"
As Professor Niserwin taught, sometimes mental attacks with words outdo physical ones!
And it worked brilliantly.
Professor Harian momentarily lost wind control in panic!
"Arissss!"
A massive shockwave and Professor Harian's scream rang out.
Smoke from the shattered corridor obscured vision, but this should finish him.
Per Professor Niserwin's teachings, don't say "Is it over?" in these cases—high chance of enemy revival. Just observe quietly...
"Is it over?"
"Wait?"
But before the smoke cleared, one student uttered the forbidden words.
"No... way... it ends!"
As Professor Niserwin predicted, Professor Harian reappeared, humiliated but undeterred.
"Now it's my turn, Aris?"
"No, our turn."
With Professor Muam now joined, our final battle shifted to round two, surrounding the professors.