Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 64

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#With great position comes great responsibility.

The Academy Headmaster, who had nearly lost his mind over the vacation thanks to the pestering of some Duke Neftis—or whatever that bastard Philat Neftis was—finally did lose it today.
Apparently, Evan Laef, presumed illegitimate child of Philat, returned to school before the new semester even began and caused an incident. And not some quaint little accident like breaking the fountain on the Common Grounds or demolishing a building or freezing all the trees in the park—no, she managed to pull off a massive, catastrophic disaster by flooding the entire Student Cafeteria district.
What in the world was wrong with that bloodline?
The Headmaster had no desire to be entangled with Neftis. If Philat Neftis weren’t his friend of thirty years, he would have plugged his ears and feigned ignorance.
Philat Neftis was a madman. And his wife, Procula Neftis, was a madwoman of even more severe proportions. This could be deduced from a single incident that had occurred during the last vacation.
Evan hadn’t returned to the Neftis estate during the break, so that insane Duke had burned down Evan’s house in Ilam. Watching him complain indignantly that of course she would come to his house once hers disappeared, the Headmaster felt his sanity boarding a spaceship to the stars.
But up to that point, it could still be managed. The Headmaster hadn’t been friends with this bastard for thirty years for nothing. If he offered Evan a sincere apology and secured a new home in the Capital for Evan and her mother, the relationship could be salvaged.
But Philat Neftis’s wife was an even more deranged creature, so the situation had collapsed entirely.
This mad woman went out for an outing, took a boat ride, landed in Ilam, and apparently left Evan half-dead.
He understood, truly! The woman’s insane husband hadn’t shed a single tear when Mitchell died, yet brought back a replacement from outside—of course she’d be furious! But you can’t just kill people, can you?
Fortunately, Evan had apparently met a good healer afterward and recovered without lasting effects, but this family relationship had deteriorated beyond repair.
At the very least, it was a blessing that Philat’s identity as the arsonist hadn’t been exposed. Just as the Headmaster was contemplating what words of comfort to offer Evan, who would have to deal with Procula—a rage-disorder-afflicted mass-murdering mage—going forward, Evan Laef demonstrated that she too was a perfectly confident psychotic mage by causing this incident.
“Sigh….”
The Headmaster sipped his milk tea loaded with marshmallows in an attempt to calm his nerves. Then he observed Seian Crown Prince sprawled unconscious on the Dean’s Office sofa, Evan Laef kneeling with hands raised, and the Common Professor kneeling beside her with hands raised as well.
“You absolute madmen!”
The attempt was noble, but his nerves remained unsettled.
How in the world could one alter the school’s geography and render the nation’s one and only Crown Prince unconscious for over an hour? And why was Evan—who should be apologizing to the Headmaster himself—turned toward the Common Professor on his knees?
The Headmaster was baffled by everything, enraged by everything, and saddened by everything. At this very moment, he was undoubtedly the most unfortunate being in the world.
“I bear no fault. The Professor used extremely powerful magic. I am young and weak.”
“Evan dug into the ground with a drill. We are accomplices.”
“We are not accomplices. I was manipulated.”
“Shut up, you lunatics.”
The Department Head Professor of the Magic Department—he’d never realized until now, but that man was a complete lunatic who caused extraordinary trouble whenever he moved. The former Dean had recommended him for the position after spouting communist rhetoric, but he should have anticipated that a madman’s friend would also be mad.
Because of Philat Neftis, his threshold for madness had risen so high that he’d failed to notice the Department Head’s insanity. This was the Headmaster’s mistake.
“Common Professor. Explain this step by step. Why in the first place did you cast such powerful magic within Academy grounds?”
“A Dragon Tribe Member invaded the school.”
“What…!”
He should have said that first, you madman!
A Dragon Tribe Member had invaded—a demon had entered the Academy! Didn’t that mean the Capital’s defenses had been breached?!
“Explain that in detail! Where exactly did this demon appear from!”
“I was hiking for the sake of taking a walk.”
“Right.”
“I encountered a Dragon Tribe Member polymorphed into human form.”
“Uh…, I see.”
“I struck it, and it retreated to its true form, so I chased it down and struck it again.”
“You have no desire to explain yourself, do you?”
“I do?”
The Academy Headmaster made a quick judgment. It would be better to simply give up and activate his usual filter for translating the mad man’s language.
In essence, the Department Head Professor didn’t know through which route the demon tribe had infiltrated either. He’d merely encountered them by chance while passing through, and recognizing their magical signature as a demon, he’d given chase. In the process, he’d destroyed the Dining Hall, met Evan, and together they’d torn through the dragon and its water veins, creating a Lake in the process—though the dragon itself had escaped.
“Then. Why is Seian Crown Prince in such a state?”
“The Professor’s magic grazed me and I endured it, but Seian Crown Prince could not.”
“If Seian Crown Prince Your Highness weren’t a crown prince with absolutely nothing to his name, you’d be facing execution.”
“Having one’s head severed would be a novel experience.”
Why do you say the same things as the Former Dean?
They seemed to get along well enough, so why didn’t they just languish together in a political prisoner’s cell instead of going their separate ways and causing him such trouble? The Academy Headmaster muttered his laments and pondered what he could do best.
First, Seian Crown Prince had been struck by the Department Head Professor’s magic and lost consciousness? He couldn’t report this to the Imperial Palace. Disciplinary action would follow. And it would bring unfavorable consequences for Seian Crown Prince himself as well. The Academy Headmaster knew full well that the Crown Prince had fled to the Academy to escape Imperial Palace life.
Even without the Crown Prince saying so, one could tell from the fact that he didn’t return to the Imperial Palace unless there was a major event. In contrast, Princess Sera frequented the Imperial Palace even during the semester, ordering attendants about. If unlucky, the Imperial Court could claim it was for safety and take Seian into their custody. If that happened, it would be a loss for the Crown Prince and a loss for the disciplined Academy Headmaster as well.
The matter of the demon tribe’s infiltration was equally problematic. This too was grounds for discipline. It was a grave incident serious enough that not just the Academy Headmaster alone, but everyone responsible for defending the Capital would be dragged out like a chain of sweet potatoes and face actual sentences.
“Sigh.”
The Academy Headmaster heated his thoughts for the sake of psychological victory. The Capital was vast. Its population reached five million. In this metropolis that could be called Crownpolis, there were plenty of gaps in its defenses!
The Academy Headmaster simply didn’t know, but surely there had been instances of demon tribe infiltrations before. But they wouldn’t have been made public. Either they’d all died at the hands of the demons or they’d kept their mouths shut to avoid discipline!
So the Academy Headmaster decided to follow the path of the wise sages of old. Today, nothing had happened. It was merely a Professor and student bickering and digging up the ground to create a Lake. If word got out that demons had entered the Academy, it wouldn’t just be a matter of a salary cut—he could be removed from his position as Academy Headmaster, face imprisonment, or have his assets confiscated. The Academy Headmaster had no desire to lose the social prestige, wealth, and influence in political and business circles that he’d accumulated thus far.

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