I Ended up Doing Too Well as a Professor of the Enemy Nation - Chapter 207

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Chapter 207. The Disciples’ Misunderstanding (1)

The disciples were in an uproar.

“…Why did you hide such a thing! We didn’t know anything!”

Ruin tilted his head.

‘…I was talking about the contract period, so why are they taking it so seriously.’

But those words sounded like a terminal diagnosis to the two princes. Henry gritted his teeth and approached Ruin.

“I must tell Great Aunt about this. We can’t let Professor carry this burden alone anymore. If it’s a curable disease, we’ll definitely cure it.”

“…It’s not really a curable disease though.”

Since I need to ‘dispel’ the Solitude Curse, it’s not exactly a matter of ‘curing’ it.

But the princes’ delusions were already running wild.

“It can’t be cured?!”

“Are you saying it’s an incurable disease that even the former Magic Tower Master can’t cure?”

Both princes’ faces turned deathly pale. Their eyes gleamed with the determination to ‘save their master no matter what.’

Ruin inwardly swallowed a sigh.

‘…They’ve completely misunderstood.’

Well, it doesn’t matter.

‘Good. Now I have more people to work with.’

So he handed them what he had organized so far.

“As your master, I’ve prepared gifts for you both. I hope they’ll be helpful.”

“!”

What Ruin handed over were orbs – artifacts for storing items.

The princes who received them turned even paler.

“Surely these aren’t final gifts!”

“To prepare such things… you’re already settling your affairs?!”

“…”

…That’s not it.

But the princes were already floundering in the swamp of misunderstanding.

* * *

Ryle fell into contemplation after opening the gift Ruin had given him.

What Ruin had handed him was none other than a densely filled notebook. The notebook written in neat handwriting was, in short, a coaching notebook.

Ryle couldn’t close the last page of the notebook and was reading the same page for the umpteenth time.

-Ryle Winberg’s swordsmanship is not swordsmanship for survival.

-He craves victory excessively. If killing the opponent becomes the goal, he will die someday.

-He tends to collapse emotionally during sparring especially. This point must be corrected.

Ruin had meticulously written down Ryle’s weaknesses.

That wasn’t all. Across numerous pages, information about connections that could help Ryle was also organized. He had analyzed everything – who would be helpful, who should be avoided – arranging it so that Ryle, who had no connections, could survive.

Ryle gritted his teeth.

‘I could just regress anyway…’

At first, he tried to laugh it off coldly. To a regressor, this world line was a game board that could be discarded at any time.

If he died, he could just start over. Rather, if Ruins Wayne died, he would be able to regress again.

But-

‘Why… to this extent…’

Unable to turn that last page, Ryle’s fingertips trembled.

Just then.

“What did you get that’s making you so sentimental?”

Henry appeared in the corridor and sneered after seeing Ryle’s notebook.

“A whole notebook? I only got a single note.”

“…”

Henry held up a piece of paper. What was written on that paper was a single short phrase.

-If you want to sit on the imperial throne, you must be prepared to make everyone your enemy.

Just one line.

That one line was everything.

Henry couldn’t take his eyes off Ryle’s densely packed notebook and snorted.

“He wrote you a whole dense notebook?”

“Are you jealous?”

Henry’s facial muscles twitched.

Jealous? Did he dare say jealous to him, who had everything?

Every word from his younger brother grated on his nerves. So just as he was about to retort-

“No fighting.”

A cold statement.

It was Ruin.

That firm word perfectly cut off the two princes’ argument.

However, Henry wore a twisted smile.

“Professor. I’m the one who gave you a lot of money. Why are you taking better care of that brat…?”

“I want Ryle to survive.”

A brief answer.

But at those words, Ryle’s eyes shook greatly. It was something he had never heard before.

‘He wants me to survive.’

Those were words Ryle had never heard from anyone throughout his life.

Even his family wished for his death. In the imperial succession, he was always treated as a spare corpse.

But at this moment, Ruin wished for his survival without hesitation. Even in front of the First Prince, who was the most likely candidate for the throne. Ryle’s heart sank.

Of course, Ruin himself was thinking something else entirely.

‘He needs to survive so I can find my treasure chest.’

Above all, he was only putting in effort because he had heard from the Pope that ‘Ryle is a regressor created by your past self to counter the Demon Emperor’s regression.’

But Ryle, who couldn’t know this, was so choked up he couldn’t say anything.

Henry’s lips twitched. Anger and jealousy intertwined, making him grit his teeth.

“Ha, I knew this would happen. I get one note thrown at me and that’s it. Turns out you were pushing that bastard to become emperor.”

Then Ruin laughed lightly.

“That’s because you’re smart enough. I thought you’d understand with just one line on a note.”

This time Henry’s breath caught.

That was because he had heard those words and that nuance somewhere before.

Before his regression, it was the voice of the ‘Master’ who had made him emperor. He couldn’t recall the face at all, but the tone and feeling were vivid.

“You’re smart enough to understand with just one note.”

Henry’s lips trembled.

Could it be.

‘Could it be that person…?’

His thoughts weren’t organized. Was it his master or not? If he asked whether this person was his master in his previous life, he’d probably be treated like a madman, but he still wanted to ask.

That’s when Henry’s Frix vibrated. The message that arrived was a reply to the letter he had sent to ‘Great Aunt Lucherin.’

Ruin had only asked for a solution, telling her not to say it was his own illness but to say it was a patient he was treating. But the answer was unexpected.

-I’ll find a solution immediately.

‘She’s moving this quickly?’

Meanwhile, Ryle was still beside Ruin, unable to continue speaking. Because of those words, those words telling him to survive.

At that moment, Ruin, who had been looking down at the brothers, shrugged his shoulders.

“Anyway, this is my last request.”

“!”

Last?

Ruin sighed. Of course, since he was going to retire now, it was his last request as a ‘professor’ but-

“Don’t fight with each other as brothers and please listen… *cough cough*! *Cough cough*!”

When Ruin choked and coughed, Henry and Ryle froze simultaneously.

…Was it serious enough to cause asthma!

* * *

Haven, Principal’s Office.

There was a shadow climbing over the wall under the moonlight. It was the 2nd Prince, Ryle Winberg.

His fingertips, wearing black gloves, immediately opened the door to the Principal’s Office and infiltrated without leaving a trace. This level of infiltration was no problem at all. It was the skill of a regressor honed over a long time.

The real problem was the ‘severance pay’ that Ruin had mentioned.

“…What the hell is this severance pay supposed to be?”

Soon, Ryle’s fingertips, which had been scanning the desk in the Principal’s Office, stopped at one document. It was a sealed document titled ‘Ruins Wayne – Resignation Clause.’

Ryle’s eyes narrowed.

‘Is this… what he called severance pay?’

But his intuition told him otherwise. The ‘severance pay’ Ruin mentioned wasn’t something like this document.

‘…He told me to bring the treasure chest.’

Ryle sighed and scanned the seal marks on the floor of the Principal’s Office. Then he casually drew his sword and scratched the ground.

Crack.

As soon as the floor split thinly, he immediately dug into the ground.

It didn’t take long before a chest was revealed in the darkness. Ryle was certain.

‘Found it.’

It was Ruin’s treasure chest.

But that’s when it happened.

“Well now, a student robbing the Principal’s Office?”

“!”

A familiar voice from behind.

Ryle’s body stiffened. When he slowly turned his head, the Hero Elaine Saint, who had been beaten by the Pope and chased away before returning to Haven, was wearing a cold smile.

Ryle’s fingertips gripped the chest tightly.

“…Chairman.”

“What business does a student have in the Principal’s Office?”

The Hero slowly approached and snatched the document Ryle was holding.

-Ruins Wayne-Resignation Clause.

“Haha. So in the end, it was something the Professor ordered you to do so he could escape.”

The Hero let out a hollow laugh as he tore up the sealed document.

He was angry. While not saying a single word to him, the Professor was ordering other disciples to do things like this.

Far from getting answers from Ruin, he had been thoroughly beaten while being made a fool of, so it would be a lie to say he wasn’t resentful.

In fact, the Hero with Luck Power would never get hurt, but the only one who had ever beaten him was his Master. So he had deliberately provoked him to make him hit him.

‘Just the fact that he can hurt me proves he’s definitely my Master.’

But since he was acting that way, there was nothing he could do. Since he wanted to be treated as Fire Butterfly, he had no choice but to treat him that way too…

“…I’m confiscating this.”

Ryle turned around as if it didn’t matter.

“Do whatever. That wasn’t the purpose anyway.”

What Ryle held in his hand wasn’t a document but a treasure chest. That caught the Hero’s attention.

‘…That box.’

It was definitely that mysterious item discovered in Haven.

“Did you learn to steal the Academy’s property?”

“This is Master’s severance pay.”

At those words, the Hero’s eyes twisted. Countless pieces began fitting together in his head.

‘Severance pay.’

Could it be that severance pay that Ruins had been crying out for?

At that moment, the Hero’s eyes widened with a start.

‘Could it be that something really is hidden in the Academy, and he came in to find it?’

The Hero bit his lip.

“Then I definitely can’t give it to you. It’s the Chairman’s order. Hand it over.”

It was the moment the Hero reached out his hand.

“Not this one.”

Ryle firmly refused.

“Master doesn’t have much time left.”

At that moment, the Hero’s pupils shook violently.

“…Doesn’t have much time left?”

His breath caught in his throat. His mind went completely blank. Something he didn’t want to imagine came to mind.

“…What do you mean by that, Winberg.”

“Ruins Wayne has a chronic illness. He’s terminally ill.”

Those words thundered in the Hero’s ears.

His breath stopped, and his heart sank with a thud. At the same time, the reason why Ruin had distanced himself and thrown harsh words while pretending nothing was wrong-

All those actions began fitting together like a puzzle now. The pieces he couldn’t understand were finally starting to connect.

And the moment he reached that answer, the Hero froze completely pale.

‘Could it be…he has a fatal disease and deliberately tried to cut ties…?’

Was that it?!

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