Chapter 1 - I am a professor. Not a war hero.

"Well, I've heard Cadet Natasha's story. And I'm well aware of the Belarus family's intentions."

Dalgeurak, dalgeurak-.

I push aside the salad full of nothing but weeds and finish off the cake first.

Next, I tear off a bite of the well-grilled bird meat skewered on a stick and chew.

It was perfectly cooked, juicy, and tasted great.

"But, is that really all?"

"Pardon?"

"It's a bit embarrassing to say this myself, but even if I don't look like it, I'm the one called the hero who saved the Western Alliance during the Continental War. 'Come to our family, and we'll give you full support.' Well, anyone can say such vague things."

"...."

"I think you should be a bit more detailed and specific. Cadet Natasha."

After swallowing the meat, I stare into the blue eyes of the elf who is gazing at me blankly.

She is incredibly beautiful. I have an intense urge to throw her down on this grass right now, lift those voluptuous hips, and ravish the body of a woman ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who likely hasn't lost her virginity yet.

But not yet. Maybe later, but now is not the time.

Above all, I'm not in a situation where I can be satisfied with just this elf woman.

What Klaus is aiming for right now is the woman who can be called the best across both the East and the West.

"Is there something else you want?"

"If I said there was, would you grant it?"

"If it means I can bring a war hero into our family, yes."

You should at least think before you speak, woman.

How do you know what the other person wants before you bring it up?

Klaus put down his knife and fork and leaned forward slightly.

"You."

"...Pardon?"

"I want you. Natasha Belarus. You becoming mine. That is my condition."

"...."

For a moment, Natasha's face fills with displeasure.

Klaus shrugged at her gaze, which seemed to ask if he was joking or messing around.

It was a counter-question asking if this looked like a joke or felt like a prank.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"...Haa."

Natasha sighs and leans back against the chair.

Then, she glares at Klaus with sharp eyes and continues, as if growling.

"I thought that since you were a war hero, you'd be a bit different from the trashy humans, but as expected, a human is just a human. Utterly base."

"Why is it base? You elves talk as if you have no sexual desire. From what I know, elves and humans are all the same in the end."

"At least we elves know how to observe etiquette."

"And yet, that elf who knows etiquette is making such a vague proposal to recruit me?"

Full support? I've already received such offers countless times.

Even back when the First Continental War was in full swing, even the Demon Race, who had suffered so much at my hands, secretly sent word that if I surrendered, they would never abandon me and would treat me with the utmost respect.

They aren't trying to recruit me simply because I'm a 'war hero'.

They want me because Klaus, myself, is unparalleled in combat magic.

To snatch up such human resources without any concrete compensation—can that be called etiquette?

"The possibility of you bringing me in, sucking me dry, and then discarding me later is very high. To prevent such things, a minimum amount of insurance is necessary."

"Are you saying that's me?"

"If you insist."

"...There are other women in my family."

"I like you. To be honest, I'm quite tempted even now."

"That's disgusting."

"Is it disgusting for a man to have sexual desire for a woman?"

"I thought you'd be a little different since you're a war hero. Because you're famous even among us elves. I grew up hearing and learning that you were a true soldier, a human who could be trusted."

It's an honor that you thought of me that way.

But what a pity; unfortunately, I am not such a true soldier or a trustworthy human.

This is all just an act. It's just preparation to make prominent women like Natasha, who is right in front of me, my own.

And the final goal is, of course, our Demon King.

"If one is a war hero, are they supposed to covet neither women, power, nor honor, and sacrifice themselves without wanting any reward or compensation? I've already sacrificed more than enough, overflowing and spilling over. Are you demanding more?"

Natasha flinched and trembled at Klaus's words.

Leaving aside the thick killing intent that flowed with his words, it was because she knew well what that sacrifice he mentioned meant.

"What you need is the war hero Klaus. But the only one who can summon that war hero is the human Klaus. If you want the war hero, first satisfy me as a human. Wouldn't this be better? Isn't an opponent who hides their true intentions more troublesome? I think it's better to lay out my true feelings like this and say I'll consider it if you give me what I ask for."

"...."

It wasn't wrong, which is why Natasha didn't feel very good.

She thought he would be different since he was a war hero, but he was no different from other humans.

So her expectations cooled down rapidly, but after hearing his words, she also thought he was right.

Thinking that she, an elf, had been swayed by a human's words made her feel even worse.

"So, what's your answer?"

"...."

Naturally, she would want to refuse. And in the end, she would refuse.

That woman was someone who was always armed with distrust and disgust toward men, unless Klaus spread her legs and fucked her pussy.

Honestly, the fact that I could make Natasha my own was largely due to the influence of my skill.

'Whatever, it's just a hole to eat and fuck properly anyway, nothing more, nothing less. Ultimately, what I want isn't the high-and-mighty world of elves who only pick words that piss me off.'

No matter what kind of shit I do, the result is always the same: the Demon Race's victory. And the Alliance's defeat.

This cannot be changed. It never changes, just like the ending set by the one who created this world.

Klaus, who knows this fact better than anyone, reached one conclusion.

If I can't defeat the Demon Race, I can just eat the Demon King who leads them and stand behind her.

'Everything is just a staircase and a hurdle to reach the Demon King.'

For that reason, unlike the relaxed Klaus, Natasha was biting her lip and agonizing.

It hadn't been long since the news that a war hero was coming to this academy as a professor became known.

Even so, the fact that it spread like this was clear evidence of how immense the weight of the name 'Klaus' is.

'They said that not only other families but also beastmen and even the Demon Race are targeting him right now. Whoever gets their hands on that man will gain the upper hand in future power struggles. This is the golden opportunity, right when stupid humans are so obsessed with their noble games that they let such a talented person go. But....'

He wants me. What could this mean?

Natasha clearly felt the look of desire that glistened in his eyes, which he didn't hide at all.

Because he was a war hero, because he was known as the human who saved the Alliance, she thought he would be different from other humans, but in the end, he was just the same as them.

'What should I do?'

Natasha, conflicted between her family's interests and her own future.

Klaus, watching her for a moment, wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up from his seat.

"I will give you some time to think, Cadet Natasha. The lectures begin in earnest in three days. Since you said you applied for my lecture, the moment the first official lecture ends is the leeway I can give you. If you drag it out longer than that, I will consider today's conversation as never having happened."

"Tch...."

It would have been better if he had just badgered her to decide quickly right there.

Klaus had given Natasha the conclusion to agonize for a whole three days.

Why he specifically gave her such a long time to think, the reason for that would soon be known.

'Three days is just right. For one elf woman to ripen.'

She agonized and agonized, but in the end, there was only one conclusion.

As expected, in this round too, I decided to eat Natasha Belarus first and think about it later.

The lectures at the academy officially begin in three days.

Now is the time for cadets of different races to get to know each other, and for professors to clearly show their excellence and their lectures to the academy cadets, the future ruling class.

For that reason, most professors did not refuse the invitations of various cadets even after the lecture introduction time ended, having tea time with them and building friendships.

Inside the academy, they are professor and cadet, but once they go outside, there are plenty of people who can't even make proper eye contact, so probably more than half of the professors who applied to this academy came for that purpose.

But Klaus did not move lightly like those professors.

In the first place, for a war hero of the First Continental War to crave others' attention is already very unseemly.

Above all, if others come to find me, that's fine, but I absolutely wanted to decline going to find them myself.

Because the ones who are desperate are them, and I am not.

'More than that, what on earth were they thinking when they set it up so that even the academy is ultimately an extension of politics?'

I should have just written ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it as a story about a pink-filled academy life where cadets, or professors and cadets, date each other, like some other isekai story.

If I had done that, all the female cadets above A-rank in this academy would have been mine.

From alchemy that can manufacture drugs that simply boost one's mood, to hypnosis that requires a lot of time and effort and only applies to one person, but can perfectly control that one person.

Klaus had managed to collect every useful skill while going through 29 fucking deaths.

Dalkak-.

Klaus, who was just about to open the door to the professor's office, paused for a brief moment.

He stabilizes his body, which was reflexively trying to raise its magic power, and disperses the magic.

He almost showed that he had noticed the other person's presence.

As if he knows nothing, he enters with a feigned nonchalant expression.

He acts naturally, in case the rat, no, the very precious treasure hidden inside, might notice.

After roughly placing the books he was holding in his arms on the table, he pulled back the curtains that were blocking the sunlight.

"You'll get into big trouble if you hide and wait without a word like that."

Heumchit-.

She is not a pro yet. Let alone a pro, she doesn't even reach the amateur level.

Later on, no one will be able to block that woman's path, and everyone will have their throats cut, but...

At least for now, she was just a somewhat capable demon woman.

"I canceled my magic because I didn't feel any particular hostility or intent to kill towards me. You know what this means, right? Demon cadet. You almost got seriously hurt just now."

"...."

"If you have something to say to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me, the professor, you can say it directly to my face. This is your first and last warning. If you sneak in like this one more time, I will use my authority as a professor to penalize you."

After saying that, Klaus sat in the chair in front of the table.

Immediately after, he checked the books and piles of paper he had placed on the table as if reviewing materials for the lecture to be held in a few days, focusing on his work as if nothing had happened.

"...."

Thanks to this, the one who became embarrassed was the demon cadet who had sneaked into the professor's office.

She was caught sneaking in; if stealth is discovered, it is right to leave the place quickly.

However, if she retreated like this, she wouldn't achieve the reason she had gone through such dangerous lengths to force this.

Her original plan was for the professor to ask for her identity after she had sneaked in like this, and then she would naturally reveal herself in front of him, but this professor had ended his interest in her with the words, "I'll let it slide this once, so get out quickly."

It could really be a demon harboring murderous intent toward him.

A person from an enemy country whom he had killed countless times had sneaked into his room, of all places.

Far from exuding hostility, he doesn't even guard against her.

"...Devil of the South."

In the end, the demon cadet completely revised her plan.

She revealed herself on her own, opened her mouth on her own, and showed her identity.

Of course, since Klaus had known the other person's identity from the start, it was a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meaningless act.

"Even the demons don't call me by that title because they say it's too cringey."

"You are still called that. Among us young and inexperienced demons."

"Should I answer, 'It's an honor'? Or should I apologize?"

"...."

"I clearly told you I'd pretend not to see you, so you should leave quietly. I don't know if you didn't understand, or if you're saying you won't listen. Inside the academy, you must follow the professor's will. Especially if it's a legitimate order coming from a legitimate reason. This is my room. Cadet, get out immediately."

Uung-.

As if to say he wouldn't end it with words this time, magic power was generated next to Klaus.

If he just flicked his finger like this, it would fly at the opponent and inflict a fatal wound.

"I have a favor to ask, Professor Klaus of the Combat Magic lecture."

However, the demon cadet steadfastly brought up her words.

If someone else had shown such an arrogant attitude, he would have shot the magic power immediately, but Klaus did not do so this time.

Because the cadet in front of him, that demon woman, was the woman he wanted, the best woman.

"What is your name, cadet?"

Instead of chasing her out roughly, he asks for her name softly.

The demon woman smiled very slightly and opened her mouth.

"Yulia Agnesa."

Yulia, Yulia Agnesa.

Her identity was the monarch of the Eastern Demons, the Demon King, who would later crush the Western Alliance in the Second Continental War and unify the continent.