Chapter 40
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 40
39. Fraudulent Admission (4) Double Release
The paper Lucia handed over had categories.
It was organized so one could immediately see what they wanted, like birth, hometown, educational background, interpersonal relationships, and weaknesses.
And at the very bottom, a phrase sufficient to catch my eye was situated.
"Crime."
Right, crime.
To be appointed as a professor at the Academy, one had to be clean first of all.
An ex-convict can absolutely not enter.
In the first place, it didn't make sense itself that those who teach students are ex-convicts.
'How was he appointed?'
If there is a criminal record, even if there is a backing, professor appointment is impossible.
Furthermore, unlike professor appointments, Academy admission goes up to the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd rounds.
There's no way no one would raise a problem during this process.
If so, only one thing came to mind.
"If it's a crime that hasn't been revealed yet...."
Crimes that haven't been caught by anyone.
My heart beat roughly.
A mind wanting to read it right now sprang up, but I soon shook my head.
"Time is up."
It became time to meet Aniel.
Reading it wouldn't be late even if done later.
For now, it was time to focus on what I have to do.
But a doubt occurred.
'Why did Lucia try to show this to me.'
What the reason could be for trying to show it to me facing a re-examination.
"Hey, did you hear that rumor?"
"What rumor?"
"There's a gay professor in the Academy. So they say he calls a student he likes into his office?"
"Are you an idiot. Rumors are just rumors. Don't care about such things and hurry up and train quickly."
***
Baran was dissatisfied.
It would be a matter made comfortable if they just chased him out.
All matters had to follow principles and rules. Then a situation like now wouldn't have occurred either.
He was a person who entered the Academy through fraudulent methods. Due to Allen alone, everyone's face was about to be crushed.
If he is acknowledged, what do the students who entered the Academy with difficulty become.
Therefore, Baran didn't bend his will and repeatedly claimed. To chase out Allen Wiesent.
'Why do I have to receive such gazes!'
But this claim of Baran didn't receive agreement from anyone.
Rather, all professors except Baran were busy protecting Allen, and when the meeting ended, a few professors even gave advice to cherish the student.
Baran ground his teeth back then. Why did he have to hear such words?
Where is there a person who considers students more precious than himself.
"A bug-like guy who won't be able to use anything even if he learns anyway!"
Only after throwing objects caught in his hands did Baran's anger barely dissipate.
The only fortunate point was that the stupid President gave the qualification of examiner to him.
'If it were another person, they would have looked roughly and granted a passing mark.'
But he is different.
Surpassing a strict level, he would thoroughly verify the skill.
In the first place, he is a guy who wouldn't have even been able to enter the Academy if it weren't for his family.
"As long as it's not a killing level, it wouldn't matter what I do."
Baran's mind was already in a state of deciding to fail Allen.
In that sense, he considered this re-examination completely meaningless.
Because even if he trains for a hundred days, there would be no way Allen surpasses himself.
"... Professor Baran. I have come hearing your words."
"Oh, right. You came!"
In the midst of receiving stress, Baran showed gladness at the voice heard from the doorway.
"My favorite disciple, Ventra."
The person who visited was a 2nd-year male student of the Knight Class, Ventra.
Quickly opening the door, Baran welcomed Ventra.
Actually, Ventra's expression was pale blue.
Trembling fingertips were seen, but Baran didn't care at all.
"Do you look sick somewhere?"
"Yes, yes? Ah, that is...."
"Manage your health well. Because if you even transmit a cold, I will give you a deduction."
".... Yes, Professor."
Clearly he came visiting on his own feet, but Ventra wanted to scream and run away from this spot.
"Seu-eup, haa. Right, I should have a joy like this too."
"......"
But so he couldn't run away, Baran's hand tightly grabbed his shoulder.
An unpleasant breath reached his ear. Ventra bit his lip tightly.
To the extent of wondering if he had ever felt this level of unpleasant sensation in his life.
Tears came out from shame.
"P, Professor. Today my b, body is not feeling well so...."
Unable to endure it anymore, he tried to push Baran away and escape from here.
"What are you trying to leave as you please for."
However, Baran grabbed his wrist.
Grasping his intention to run away, Baran frowned and spoke threateningly.
"Why? You seem to want to get deducted like this and get chased out of the Academy like that guy too?"
"Ah....."
Asking if he wants to be chased out.
Hearing those words, Ventra lost his will to resist.
It was the Academy he entered with difficulty.
Because there was no place to return to if expelled from here, he soon slumped down in his seat.
"Just quietly follow my words."
Satisfied with that appearance, Baran smiled and said.
"Just do as usual. As usual. Then I will guarantee your graduation."
There is absolutely no problem with his actions.
If it was going to be a problem, he wouldn't have become a professor in the first place.
And professors are humans too, they must relieve stress.
Smacking his lips, Baran said.
"What are you doing. Without taking off your clothes quickly."
He thought this situation was also good will.
That he is helping by receiving a little price so his precious student doesn't get chased out.
"I will surely fix your habit firmly today indeed."
So he can't do useless rebellion, very surely.
***
"This speed is insufficient."
"Haa, haa."
"Move faster."
Intensive training with Aniel started again.
The goal is to receive a passing mark in the re-examination.
"Move this rock and put it over there."
"G, Grand Duchess?"
"Don't talk back and hurry up quickly."
If only I could pass, I was prepared to do absolutely anything.
Even if I had to sell my body to the devil.
"A, anymore is impossible...."
I clearly thought so.
"Only 3 hours have passed yet."
But Aniel's high-intensity training was too tough.
It was at a level difficult to dare follow with the standard of trying to endure with sheer malice and grit.
"Other students besides me would also find this much hard...."
I complain asking her to give me a break time, even a little, very little is fine.
It's not that my words are wrong, the surrounding students who fiercely glared at me at first were now looking this way with sick and tired signs.
Even to their eyes, this training I am doing right now must not be normal.
Anyway, I struggled to gain a rest somehow.
Because at this rate, I felt like I would die before taking the re-examination.
"This is the training I received when I was 6 years old."
".... Yes?"
But I was dumbfounded at Aniel's indifferent words that followed.
She moved rocks, ran up uphill paths, and did all sorts of other crazy things, and she did this before she was even 10 years old?
I started wondering what on earth Aniel at 6 years old lived doing.
From what I heard, the me before possessing was entirely absorbed in playing when 6 years old though.
"Why, did it seem like I gained power without a single effort?"
"T, that's not it but...."
"Nothing can be obtained without effort. Even that Princess overflowing with talent is diligently making efforts too."
"Ah. Hearing that, it's true."
Hearing Aniel's words, I was completely persuaded.
Those overflowing with talent devote tremendous effort to make that talent shine without dying.
Among them, there was Lucia as a representative example I know.
"So hurry and get up. Training isn't finished yet."
Why does the news of training resuming sound so scary.
It was like the words of a soldier urging to hurry up and step onto the execution block.
'I can't go on like this.'
But it was really the limit. I must find something to change her mind somehow.
So looking around the surroundings, a wooden sword scattered on the floor was seen.
Probably someone else left it as is without cleaning it up.
"Grand Duchess. How about sparring instead."
It's just words brought up without any expectation to try resting even a little more.
I expected Aniel would also probably tell me not to speak nonsense.
"Sparring, certainly that wouldn't be bad either."
"Grand Duchess?"
But an unexpected answer came in.
"Fighting by clashing directly will clearly be helpful too."
"H, huh?"
Aniel didn't hesitate and picked up the dropped wooden sword.
"Take it."
And handed the other one to me.
With wavering eyes, I stared at Aniel.
If she said it was a joke even now, I intended to hurry and get up and engage in training steadfastly.
"What are you doing. Not taking it?"
But in Aniel's eyes, a joke couldn't be found at all.
"Live in a state of considering yourself dead for the next week."
I wanted to ask Aniel back for a moment.
What happens if I really die doing that.
Of course, those words didn't come out of my mouth.
'She's doing it all for me, so I must work hard too.'
Right, I will live considering myself dead from now on until before the re-examination.
Like that, my disastrous sparring started from today.
***
'Still, he is growing quite fast.'
Aniel, who checked that his basic stamina was solidified to some extent incomparably to when she first saw him, was a little impressed.
No matter how much a person who teaches well sticks to the side, the important thing was the will of the person receiving the teaching.
In Aniel's view, Allen was following sufficiently well.
So she was even more puzzled.
"What did your previous masters do. Did they teach you nothing?"
There would be full of people to teach in the Wiesent family no less than the Windelof Grand Duchy, so why are his skills this terrible.
Allen, who disastrously lost as is in the spar with her, was out of his mind.
"T, that's, heok, wouldn't it be because the Grand Duchess is better."
"....!"
To the extent he couldn't even distinguish what words he himself was bringing up.
Aniel tried to ask what those words meant.
"I can't... anymore.."
Allen eventually collapsed.
[The number above Aniel's head has become 44]
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