Yes, That's Me.
“Uh… are you truly the person written in this recommendation letter?”
“Yes.”
The plan was perfect.
Based on extensive analysis, I had transformed into the appearance humans suspected the least.
A silver-haired human female child.
Humans did not suspect this kind of human specimen.
A drunk human once said, ‘There’s no way a seventeen-year-old girl could be bad!’
He was a smart human.
Therefore, it was correct.
“I… I have met a few people who brought special recommendation letters before, but your impression is quite different from theirs.”
*Tilts head*
It varied slightly by society, but humans generally seemed inclined to be wary of males.
They often said, ‘Males cannot be trusted.’
So, I became a female.
This should prevent any issues.
“And your age...”
And now, the decisive blow.
“Selene is 17.”
The age of seventeen.
Both human females and males were obsessed with this age of seventeen.
I did not know the details, but it seemed some sort of magical event occurred at seventeen.
Both females and males screamed in despair once they passed seventeen.
“This recommendation letter was written twenty years ago, you know?”
“Selene is 17.”
“No, what I mean is, how could your name be written on a recommendation letter from twenty years ago when you are only seventeen?”
*Tilts head*
“Sigh... Do you see this? There is a powerful magic cast upon this. It is absolutely impossible for anyone to forge it. The moment a name is written on the recommendation letter, an imprint is engraved.”
“Yes.”
“Therefore, it makes no sense for a seventeen-year-old to leave their name on a recommendation letter imprinted twenty years ago. Unless it’s a forgery.”
“But Selene is 17.”
“No...”
“Yes.”
“This magic seal is absolute. Thus, it is impossible to leave your name on a document from before you were born. Only a living being can directly leave their name here.”
“But did.”
A magic seal?
I just broke it and engraved it again, and it worked fine?
“Urgh...”
The Vice Principal fell into deep thought.
Could it be a forged document?
No, that was impossible. This was definitely a recommendation letter and mana seal provided by the academy twenty years ago.
Then was this girl impersonating someone else?
That wasn’t it either.
The mana clearly pointed to this blank-looking, silver-haired girl in front of him as the owner of the recommendation letter.
“Ex-Excuse me...”
“Yes.”
“Is your name truly Selene?”
“Yes. Selene.”
“Um... only a first name is written here...”
“Selene is Selene.”
“No, I mean. A last name... do you not have a family name?”
“Selene.”
“Pardon?”
“My name Selene.”
“...”
*Nods*
“...Do you have a middle name as well?”
“Selene.”
“......”
*Nods*
“Then, is your name Selene Selene Selene?”
“Yes. Selene.”
“Ugh...”
His mana fluctuated.
The Vice Principal could detect lies.
This girl was speaking nothing but the truth.
No, but this still makes no sense...
A recommendation letter that had grown old and worn over twenty years.
An undeniably genuine recommendation letter.
By the way, this... did that guy write it?
And through the mana felt from the permanent preservation seal, the Vice Principal recalled a person from beyond his hazy memories.
“Teiresias...”
“Yes.”
“By any chance, did you receive this recommendation letter from Teiresias?”
“Yes.”
“....”
Archmage Teiresias.
However, his friends, including the Vice Principal, called him something else.
Teiresias the Braggart.
“Hmm...”
“Yes.”
Possessing outstanding magical talent, he was one of the few individuals from their class, along with the Vice Principal, who had been granted the authority to write recommendation letters.
But at the same time, he was someone who had become so obsessed with astrology that he failed to fully display his true abilities.
“C-Could it be...”
“Yes.”
As the figure from the depths of his memory came to mind, the Vice Principal finally broke into a cold sweat, his hands beginning to tremble.
“W-Was that it?”
“Yes.”
Writing the name of a non-existent being?
On this recommendation letter?
That made no sense.
It should have been impossible to write down the exact name of someone who had not yet been born on this recommendation letter.
It should have been impossible.
But,
One cannot write the name of a non-existent person. But to be precise, the name of someone who undoubtedly exists must be able to be written. That is the magic of the recommendation letter’s seal. If so...
Perhaps it wasn’t impossible.
Does it mean a being captured by prophecy already exists? Did he truly find that out through astrology?
What if he made a prophecy?
What if he peered into the future and discovered the exact name that would be written on this recommendation letter?
“Did that guy... actually prove it? That astrologers and prophets aren’t frauds?”
Teiresias was someone obsessed with the field of future sight, which had been dismissed as a scam.
Because of that, despite his outstanding skills, he had left the academy.
Leaving behind only the words to wait for him, spoken to the Vice Principal who had tried to stop him.
“Ugh... Ahahaha! He did it! That guy actually did it! Sniffle, sob!”
“Hmm?”
And finally, when the thought struck him that his old friend might have proven the very thing he was obsessed with.
“Is... is Teiresias doing well?”
The Vice Principal began to sob and weep.
“Dead.”
“Eh?!”
“Slipped off cliff. Fell.”
“Ah! Ahhh... sob!”
“Head crushed. Cartilage spilled out...”
“Aaargh! S-Stop... that’s enough. That’s quite enough.”
In truth, Selene...
The black dragon once known by many names had simply stumbled upon a corpse while traveling.
She had merely collected the recommendation letter because the magic within it seemed interesting.
Then, after grasping the principles of the recommendation letter’s seal magic, she manipulated the spell—which humans mistakenly believed to be tamper-proof—and wrote down the name Selene.
It was only impossible for humans.
To the one once called a living catastrophe, it wasn’t much of a problem.
“Sniffle! At any rate...”
But having no way of knowing this, the fragile being suddenly grabbed the girl Selene’s hand.
“Hmm? Old human. Not my type.”
“Welcome to the academy! Professor Selene!”
Thus, the entity once called the catastrophe of humanity became a petite, seventeen-year-old, silver-haired girl, and a professor at the Imperial Academy.
“Hmm...”
A moment later.
“So. You are the new professor hired through the recommendation letter and the Vice Principal’s endorsement...”
“I am Selene.”
“Selene... Are you Lady Selene Selene?”
“I am Selene.”
“Hmm...”
The Head Dean, who possessed a fairly powerful mana pool, though weaker than the Vice Principal’s.
In this absurd situation, she used magic to discern the other party’s truthfulness, but...
“Your name really is Selene Selene Selene.”
“It is Selene.”
A mere human’s magic could never detect the lies of a catastrophe-class entity.
“Ahem... As you know, our academy pursues a liberal academic style.”
“Yes.”
“Therefore, we do not strictly separate departments for either professors or students.”
“Yes.”
“So, we give our professors the option to freely teach in their fields of interest, but...”
The Head Dean furrowed her brow once more as she looked at the document.
It was a questionnaire for the new professor to check their fields of interest—or more precisely, their most confident fields—to determine which subjects they could teach.
“Excuse me... do you know what this document means?”
“Yes.”
“It is essentially the document that decides the subjects you will teach in the future.”
“Yes.”
“Our academy only recruits the most outstanding professors through recommendations.”
“Yes.”
“......”
The Head Dean looked at the document again.
Next to the listed subjects, Selene’s crooked checkmarks were drawn.
“You have checked every single subject...”
“Yes.”
“Are you saying you are confident in all subjects?”
“Yes.”
“This is not a joke, Professor Selene.”
“Sigh...”
“Yes.”
“What is your absolute most confident subject here? No matter how you look at it, Professor Selene cannot teach every single subject alone, can you?”
“Cannot?”
“Of course not! Wait, why do you keep dropping your honorifics...”
“Yes.”
“......”
“Yes.”
“Anyway... rewrite... rewrite it. Just one, your most confident. Hmm... yes. It would be even better if you have practical experience in it.”
An absurd situation.
But even so, she could not reject the being in front of her.
The power of the recommendation letter was just that strong, and...
“Sigh... Senior, what on earth were you thinking...”
Because Teiresias was an archmage whom the Head Dean had deeply respected.
“Practical experience?”
“Literally meaning something you have experienced firsthand with your own body.”
“Hmm...”
The young-looking girl wiggled her fingers and pointed at something.
“Then this.”
“Huh?”
“Confident in this. ...I am.”
And what she pointed at was...
“History?”
“Yes.”
It was another absurd answer.
“Were you in the field of history... No, didn’t you say you are seventeen?”
“No. Firsthand experience.”
“Firsthand experience?”
“Yes.”
“Of what?”
“History.”
“Pardon?”
“About 5,000 years. Know everything.”
“......”
The Head Dean let out a brief sigh.
“Right, that sounds just like him.”
Stripping away the highly romanticized image of her old senior, she recalled his true nature.
If that eccentric man had raised a disciple, she would probably look exactly like this.
“Sigh... Magic Theory.”
“Huh?”
“Basic Magic Theory.”
“Basic Magic Theory?”
“The Basic Magic Theory course.”
“The Basic Magic Theory course?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Don’t just repeat what I say, I’m telling you to teach the basic theory course!”
“Yes.”
“Sigh...”
Since she claimed to be confident, a theory course should be fine.
And among them, the safe and boring basic theory course.
It was a subject where she would have to worry less about the parents’ reactions even if something went wrong.
After all, those parents had also dozed off during this very class back when they were students.
“Starting today, you will be teaching Basic Magic Theory.”
“Yes. Basic Theoretical Magic.”
“Basic Magic Theory.”
“Basic Magic Theory.”
“The class is twice a week, right after lunch in the afternoon.”
“Yes.”
“Teach diligently so the kids don’t get bored.”
“Yes.”
“You understood, right?”
“Yes.”
“......”
“Yes.”
“Sigh... Go on back. Your first class is tomorrow. A staff member will come to show you to the professors’ dormitory.”
“Yes.”
“...I said you may leave.”
“...Where?”
“To the dormitory.”
“Where is dormitory?”
“I told you, a staff member will show you once you step out of the Head Dean’s office!”
“Ah.”
“Sigh...”
With that bizarre meeting concluded, Selene began to walk out of the Head Dean’s office.
“Senior Teiresias... what kind of disciple did you take in...”
Exhausted from the encounter, the Head Dean quietly lost herself in old memories.
“Truly... you left behind a disciple just like yourself. Truly...”
And the next day.
“Uh... hello, Professor?”
“Yes.”
The bizarre professor finally encountered the students in her very first class.
“Um...”
“Yes.”
“It’s our first class, aren’t you going to do it?”
“What?”
“Like an introduction.”
“Ah!”
At the mention of an introduction, a look of realization dawned on the professor’s face.
She immediately approached the blackboard and began writing something that was hard to distinguish as either letters or drawings.
“Sel...ene?”
“Yes.”
“Are you... Professor Selene?”
“Yes.”
“Uh... if your name is Selene...”
“Um, do you not have a last name or a middle name?”
“Ah!”
Another look of realization at the follow-up question.
Then, her handwriting practice resumed.
“Uh...”
“Selene.”
“Your last name?”
“Yes.”
“Then your middle name too...”
“Selene.”
“...Then your full name is Selene Selene Selene?”
“Yes. Selene.”
“......”
Silence fell.
Normally, laughter would have erupted with students asking if she was joking.
“Selene is Selene.”
But her expression was so utterly confident.
Looking at that face, it was impossible to tell whether she was joking or being completely serious.
“......”
And a long, lingering silence.
An awkward silence that made them wish she would just start the class already.
“......”
“Ah!”
And breaking the silence was the professor, who once again wore a look of realization.
Step, step.
The professor, who looked even younger than the students, stepped away from the blackboard and walked forward.
“Professor in charge of class.”
“......”
“Selene Selene Selene.”
Then, she abruptly introduced herself.
“Treat well.”
Professor Selene bowed deeply, slamming down a ninety-degree greeting to the students.
“Ah, ahaha, please treat us well too, Profes—”
At that moment.
“Hmm?”
CRAAAACK!
Along the direction pointed by the crown of Professor Selene’s bowed head.
CRASH.
“Whoa?!”
The classroom floor split in two.
