Chapter 1 - I am a professor. Not a war hero.
Chapter 1 - I am a professor. Not a war hero.
Yulia Agnesa. The moment he heard that name, Klaus felt his heart pounding like crazy, even though she was a woman he had encountered countless times.
Half of that pounding was due to the sheer terror of meeting the most frightening and fearsome existence.
The other half was due to the excitement of being with an existence who boasted a more fantastic taste than any other woman.
With all that mixed together, his heart raced and his mana surged as if it were about to burst at any moment.
'...Calm down, calm down. I've faced her so many times already, yet I still react like this. She really is an incredible woman in many ways.'
It was a struggle to keep his lips from trembling into a smile and to hold back the laughter that kept trying to burst out.
He wanted to knock her down right now and watch her moan while impaled on his member.
These were scenes he never got tired of, even if he saw them every day, every hour, or every minute.
To embrace the woman whom even her fellow demons trembled before, fearing they might fall out of her favor.
The woman who seemed to have no blood or tears, weeping sweetly in his arms and begging for more.
To gouge out her warm, sticky flesh with his member and spew his seed inside her.
Just imagining those thrilling past memories almost made him lose his composure.
"If you're Yulia Agnesa, are you that woman I know?"
What bloomed on Klaus's face was not a smile, but hostility.
Commander of the Southern Front for the Western Alliance during the First Continental War—that was likely all she knew about him, so he had to start by thoroughly embodying that persona.
"I heard several royals enrolled as cadets, but I didn't expect the 'Demon King' to have come in."
"I haven't officially ascended to the Demon King throne yet, Professor Klaus."
"Either way, you'll end up on the throne eventually. You are the only child of the former Demon King."
"Please calm down. I enrolled here as a cadet, not as the Demon King."
Klaus, who had been staring at Yulia with cold eyes, let out a light sigh.
Then, as if returning from being the war hero of the First Continental War to a professor at the Continental Academy, he reverted his voice and tone back to normal.
"If you enrolled as a cadet, then observe basic etiquette, Cadet Yulia. There is no cadet in the world who sneaks into a professor's office to wait for them. Ah, well, one just appeared."
"I had my reasons."
"Shall we hear what those reasons are?"
There was no need to hear them; he already knew everything.
That woman had currently shaken off the surveillance attached to her and come to find him in secret.
To take his lecture, and to avoid someone trying to manipulate her.
"I want to take your lecture, Professor."
"That's strange. You definitely weren't there during the lecture introduction earlier."
"I was in another lecture hall."
"If the times conflicted, don't worry. There will be other opportunities."
"Even if there are many opportunities, I won't be able to enter your lecture hall."
"What is the reason?"
"I have reasons I cannot speak of."
Of course they were reasons she couldn't speak of.
Yulia, who was the next Demon King in name, was currently suffering the humiliation of being tightly gripped by her uncle, forced to act as he dictated, and having every single move she made reported.
The reason she had come to find him in secret like this was also because of that.
Klaus, the war hero of the Alliance who had completely turned around a war that had been in their favor.
He had come to the Academy, and she, who would become the monarch of the demons, wanted to find out about that human.
For that reason, she had requested permission to take his lecture, but her uncle had naturally refused.
It was his will that she only attend the assigned lectures and receive a moderate education.
'If she followed that, she wouldn't be our Demon King at all.'
Her uncle was not at the Academy, and once a lecture was chosen, it could not be undone.
Yulia had used that to set her plan in motion.
Avoiding the eyes of her watchers, she would meet the professor directly to apply for the lecture and get approval.
If that happened, she would have no choice but to take Klaus's lecture.
What if her uncle opposed it and made her drop the lecture?
If that happened, it was obvious that the Western humans, beastmen, and elves, who were itching to tear the demons apart, would all swarm in and tear her down for being an ignorant race that didn't even know basic etiquette.
"However, it is certain that I am interested in your lecture, Professor. I also want to take the Combat Magic lecture."
"I refuse."
"...What is the reason? Is it perhaps because I am the Demon King?"
"I cannot give you special treatment. If you want to take the lecture, you should do as other students do and write your name on the application form provided during the lecture introduction time, just like any other course. It's not a difficult task; are you saying even that is troublesome for you?"
"I have reasons for that...."
"I am truly curious what kind of circumstances could make such a great Demon King move so secretly. Are you perhaps being watched by someone? You look just like a frightened rabbit."
He had gone through much trial and error to make her completely his own.
One of them was showing a lenient side or giving her special treatment to get into her good graces, but such actions actually caused a lot of adverse effects.
Yulia is a demon. And not just any demon, but the monarch who stands at the pinnacle of the demon race, the Demon King.
She instinctively filters out the trash that fawns over her and those who try to latch onto her to suck out some benefits.
And this very moment was the first situation where he could leave a good impression on that Demon King.
Whatever your circumstances are, it doesn't matter. You said you came here as a cadet, not as the Demon King, so I will treat you as a cadet.
"If you want to take my lecture, write your name on the paper like the other cadets. That is all you need to do."
"...."
She had been rejected, and had even received something close to mockery and ridicule.
Any ordinary demon would have been unable to contain their anger, growling or just storming out.
However, Yulia did not do such a stupid thing.
Looking at her opponent, she suddenly launched her body and rushed at Klaus in an instant.
It was a truly clean movement without a single wasted motion.
If she had attacked like this, he might have suffered a fatal wound, but Klaus was completely relaxed.
Because he had known for a long time through much experience that what Yulia was aiming for was not his throat.
Swish!-
A gust of wind stirred, and a moment later, in the hands of Yulia, who had landed lightly on the floor, was the paper with the names of the students applying for the lecture that Klaus had been holding just a moment ago.
Even though he had tucked it between books to make it difficult to take, she had managed to snatch it.
"Write my name, you clearly said that."
"That's right."
"And then I can take your lecture."
"That is correct."
Upon hearing that, Yulia unhesitatingly wrote her name down and held it out to Klaus.
She would likely face a fierce reaction from her uncle because of today's events, and would receive even more blatant threats and wary glares because of it, but there was only one reason Yulia made this decision.
'She intends to take out her uncle with her own power. As expected of the battle-loving demon race, truly.'
Once, when I asked her about that day while she was moaning in my arms, Yulia replied that she had intended to learn combat magic from me and kill her uncle with her own hands.
If she had said it was a plan to seduce and use me, I would have even applauded her for being excellent.
Yulia had suffered so much at the hands of her uncle that she insisted on taking revenge with her own hands.
"This might be an unnecessary meddling or a meaningless worry."
"...?"
"Because of that action of yours, someone who is wary of you will show even more blatant hostility. And it's not just you who will have a hard time because of that. You'll also make things difficult for the few people you have left. For your information, this is advice from someone with experience. Not as Professor Klaus, but as that devil you remember, Commander Klaus of the Western Alliance."
Those at the top get angry if those below do not move according to their will.
Klaus himself had done the exact same thing and experienced it during the First Continental War.
Of course, it was something he had done because he had the goal of getting on their bad side and being forcibly discharged, and it was a part he had accepted, but regardless, dogmatic words and actions are bound to arouse wariness.
"That was the meddling of a war hero. Now, as an Academy professor, I will confirm one last time, Cadet Yulia. Do you really intend to take my lecture? There must be a burden as the Demon King."
"I heard many demon cadets have also applied."
"Demons and the Demon King are different. The feeling is different from the start. They can at least say they are learning something from a once-most-powerful enemy to use for their kin, but you are different. A being who is a king should not carelessly praise even the most outstanding enemy. You don't look foolish enough not to know that."
"...I understand that fully."
"Even so, seeing you push ahead, there must be a reason. Well, that's fine. As for me, the more students who take my lecture, the higher the salary I receive."
Higher salary—at those words, Yulia's expression twisted strangely.
Klaus, who already knew the question Yulia was harboring, smiled and opened his mouth.
"Why? Is it shocking to see a war hero who only cares about money?"
"...."
"It can't be helped. It's natural to be discarded if you're useless. Since the human kingdom decided they didn't need my existence anymore and cast me aside, I have to find a way to live. Just because you're a war hero doesn't mean you're rolling in money. Actually, it might be more accurate to say I'm even more of a pauper."
Klaus took the paper Yulia held out and placed it back on the table.
And then, since their business was finished, he issued an order for her to leave.
"...."
Yulia moved her feet without a word and grabbed the doorknob.
Then, she stopped and turned her head to look at Klaus.
"Do you have something to say?"
"...No, it's nothing. I have nothing, Professor."
"Then please leave, Cadet Yulia."
At those words, Yulia slowly opened the door and stepped outside.
Soon, with a click, the door closed, and after confirming the sound of the woman's footsteps fading away, Klaus burst into the laughter he had been holding back all this time.
After laughing for a while, he looked at the door where the demon woman had disappeared and opened his mouth.
"Ahhh, shaking that woman up is always fun no matter when I do it."
Before he obtained the skill to seduce women, Yulia Agnesa was truly terror itself.
No matter what he did, no matter what measures he took, he couldn't stop her from swallowing the continent.
And he also couldn't stop her from killing every single living thing in the West.
An absolute wall that could not be crossed, a monster that could never be bypassed—that was Yulia.
Since a few regressions ago, he has been happily shaking her up and screwing her.
She became a woman who would pant sweetly in his arms, and despite being a terrifying tyrant who would chop off the heads of stupid guys, she would spread her legs wide and accept his member at his single word of "Spread."
Everything is perfect; the confirmation work that took several attempts is also finished.
There is no reason to fail; he has experienced every situation, even creating the possibility of failure on purpose.
This time, for sure, he would become the power behind the throne, manipulating the woman who had taken the entire continent into her hands.
'For now, I've succeeded in getting Yulia into my lecture. Before long, that guy—whether he's her uncle or just an idiot—who hears the news will secretly send someone to the kingdom side. To cooperate. Saying that if they loosen the Academy's guard, he'll give up the Demon King's weakness in some way.'
However, even he probably wouldn't have expected that his own subordinate, blinded by loyalty, would try to kill her.
'I'll deal with those bastards gradually. The lecture hasn't even officially started yet. For now, the thing I need to think about immediately is... perhaps the Combat Magic demonstration tomorrow.'
The lecture officially begins in three days. During those three days, both cadets and professors have free time.
At that timing, some professors do all sorts of bullshit to prove their excellence, and among them, one human professor of noble birth will pick a fight with him.
To summarize roughly, he blustered that while he could acknowledge him as a commander leading an army, he seemed to be bluffing when it came to combat magic, and that he needed to verify it himself.
It goes without saying, but Klaus had no intention of showing mercy to such an idiot.
Once, he had even killed him on the spot, and there were times he had made it so he couldn't use his arms or legs for the rest of his life.
While trying out various scenarios, he was able to derive the most appropriate punishment, which was to break his spine and just cleanly leave him quadriplegic.
'If he dies, it'll be noisy because I killed a noble, and if it's arms and legs, they keep showing up saying they'll take revenge, which is annoying. I have to mess him up without killing him to be satisfied.'
In addition, Yulia's reaction was best when that professor messed around, had his spine shattered, and started foaming at the mouth.
Watching the life of someone who didn't know their place get dragged into the abyss was her favorite spectacle.
'Aside from that, there's... one other thing left.'
An elf woman who will probably start suffering from the fever in earnest from tomorrow.
The haughty young lady of the Belarus family who tried to take the human man known as the war hero to her family, only to be dumped by that man in reverse and become completely his pet.
The time has come to enjoy Natasha Belarus once again.