I Ended up Doing Too Well as a Professor of the Enemy Nation - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227. You Touched My Student?

Ruin’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Blood-soaked bandages, forcibly stitched traces of self-harm.

“I’m asking what this is.”

His voice was ice-cold.

A man with extreme Luck Power that made enemy blades miss even while he slept had returned with such wounds?

“You’re not stupid enough to harm yourself with your own hands. Then that means…”

Ruin’s breathing grew rough.

“It must be someone’s doing. Whose work is this!”

At his shout, the students in the library flinched, but Ruin didn’t care. His gaze was fixed solely on the Hero before him.

“Was it the Demon Emperor?”

He was about the only person who could pierce through his Luck Power.

However, the Hero lowered his head.

“…It’s nothing.”

Nothing?

Veins bulged on Ruin’s forehead.

“You come back with something like this and say it’s nothing—”

His breath caught. Words bitter as poison stuck in his throat.

The Hero raised his eyes. With a somewhat puzzled expression.

“…Why are you so angry? You’re just a master who taught me how to cook noodles.”

At those words, Ruin’s eyes flashed. His lips pressed tightly together, and even his breathing became heavy.

Just as his anger was about to explode.

“…Even a noodle-cooking master is still a master.”

The words finally squeezed out.

The students held their breath, and the Hero’s pupils shook wildly. A strange emotion arose. It wasn’t anger. It was joy.

Yes, it was joy.

Meanwhile, Ruin gritted his teeth. It was irritating. He was angry. Angry at himself for only being able to say such things.

But the Hero was delighted like a child.

“Just having Professor worry about me is touching enough.”

Damn it.

“If you won’t talk, I’ll find the culprit myself.”

At those words, the Hero’s shoulders jumped in surprise.

“What? What? No, no! It’s my fault!”

“Your fault? Bullshit.”

As Ruin turned around with menacing eyes, the Hero grabbed him in panic.

What if Ruin investigated and found out about the Emperor?

Worried that Ruin might face retaliation from the Emperor, he hurriedly shouted.

“Really, it’s not! This happened because I was distracted!”

That excuse seemed to anger him more as Ruin clicked his tongue sharply.

“Professor!”

Ruin ignored the Hero and strode away. Then he ground his teeth low.

‘…How hard did I work to develop his Luck Power.’

The surrounding air was sharp as a blade.

* * *

Ruin sat quietly in the bathroom of the Head Professor’s office.

In front of him sat the Hero’s Attendant, tied tightly to a chair.

Before the Attendant was a strangely ordinary tea setting. A teacup, a plate neatly arranged with cookies.

Ruin leisurely poured tea in front of it. The trickling sound was so unrealistically calm that it created even more tension.

The Attendant rolled his eyes.

“Professor? Were you this kind of person…?”

Ruin gave no reply. Instead, he glared at the Attendant with a terribly cold face.

“I’m a bit angry right now. So… it would be better if you just confessed.”

He set the teacup down on the desk with a light tap, as if pushing it forward.

“Who did that to the Chairman?”

That voice alone was enough to freeze the Attendant’s spine. So his mouth almost opened for a moment, but the Attendant barely managed to bite his lips.

“What my Master didn’t say… I cannot dare to speak of.”

“Your master is my student.”

“Pardon?”

“As a teacher, I think I should know what happened to my student. …Don’t you think so?”

At that single statement, the Attendant’s eyes shook greatly.

‘A master? Could it be that person my Master always spoke of?’

Of course, the age was an issue, but the other party was the Mage King. If it was reincarnation… it wasn’t impossible, was it?

No, rather, the possibility was high. Above all, there was also the fact that Elaine followed Professor Ruins around.

Even during that brief reasoning, the attendant’s lips trembled.

“…It’s the Emperor.”

Ruin’s eyebrows twitched roughly.

“…Who?”

“His Majesty the Emperor.”

Ruin’s brow furrowed deeply in an instant.

In fact, that person wasn’t absent from the list of candidates. Nevertheless, he hadn’t suspected much because he knew the Hero was the Emperor’s faithful sword.

But the attendant, as if resentful, said something unexpected.

“…His Majesty often conducts such tests because he wants to confirm my Master’s loyalty. Whether making my Master personally kill someone he likes, or making him destroy items, always doubting, testing, endlessly pulling the leash… trying to reconfirm loyalty…”

“Ha!”

The attendant flinched at that laugh. Even the attendant broke into a sweat as that anger was raw and unfiltered.

“Loyalty? The nobles can’t move freely before the Emperor anyway, so what meaning does that have?”

“…Because my Master possesses such power.”

“What, this time he thinks the Master will conspire with the Mage King to commit rebellion?”

The attendant answered while steadying his trembling breath.

“His Majesty… thought that the Mage King would be sufficient to release my Master’s leash.”

At those words, Ruin’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“Leash?”

Ruin furrowed his brow.

‘The Emperor’s ability is contracts.’

Though known as a powerful domination ability, it was precisely forced domination based on contracts.

How many kings had fallen victim to the traps of contracts? He recalled the history of titular monarchs kneeling before a single sheet of the Emperor’s paper, even emperors reduced to mere puppets.

But Ruin couldn’t understand it even more.

‘Why would someone with the strongest Luck Power, who could obtain anything if he set his mind to it, make contracts with the Emperor?’

Under Ruin’s murderous gaze, the attendant could no longer keep his mouth shut.

“…It’s because of the Hero Candidates’ corpses.”

…What?

Ruin’s face hardened unusually.

“Decades ago… the corpses of the Hero Candidates who should have died back then are being held at the Imperial Palace.”

Ruin’s breathing stopped momentarily.

“If you’re truly my Master’s teacher, Professor, I think you would know. That there were those called Hero Candidates.”

Ruin’s eyebrows trembled.

No, that wasn’t the problem.

‘Corpses?’

Such things couldn’t still be around, could they? It was a story from at least 50 years ago.

As if reading Ruin’s eyes, the attendant bit his lips.

“They’re still there. For reasons unknown, they haven’t decayed… as if they’re sleeping, just as they were. That day, in that exact situation.”

Ruin was momentarily speechless.

A scene from long ago flashed before his eyes. The sound of children rolling around covered in blood, crying out. Voices that rang out like screams.

“Teacher! Please save us!”

“Teacher!”

Those cries still echoed vividly in his ears. That unforgettable day. The children he ultimately couldn’t reach out to save…

The attendant couldn’t dare look at Ruin’s face, but Ruin muttered lowly.

“…Why are those kids… still there.”

The attendant said.

“The Imperial Palace… took your colleagues for magical research and uses them as my Master’s leash. My Master wants to retrieve them. Even though he knows they can’t be revived… he at least wants to give them rest.”

Ruin suddenly recalled the ambiguous words Priest Shion had said.

“Don’t trust the Hero’s judgment too much.”

“Are you staying beside that Hero knowing about him, Professor?”

“He’s going against time. He’s keeping someone who should have died long ago.”

“The Emperor has him by the throat with that too.”

“You didn’t know. The Hero and the Emperor don’t get along. That’s why the method of creating Wish Stones is kept secret too. The Hero knows it but absolutely won’t reveal it.”

So this was it.

But the more shocking part was separate.

“So His Majesty… made my Master drink his blood. He’s trying to bind him with Word Spirit magic.”

The word ‘Word Spirit’ struck Ruin’s mind.

Now he seemed to understand why the Emperor had taken the Former Senior Professor under his wing.

“…So that’s why he entrusted the Bastard Prince to Heizen.”

“Pardon?”

“To research the Word Spirit ability.”

In an instant, all the pieces fell into place.

Ruin gritted his teeth.

“So… that’s how you made Elaine commit seppuku with that ability.”

Now he knew for certain.

As Ruin emerged from the Head Professor’s office, a familiar face stood waiting by the door.

His disciple and the dog on a leash. It was the Hero.

“I wondered where Jonathan had gone… So you took him after all, Professor.”

The Hero’s eyes held deep fatigue and something like resignation.

“From the situation… I’m sure you heard everything.”

Ruin passed by him coldly, as if he wasn’t worth dealing with.

The Hero staggered after him anxiously.

“Professor, please… stop. The Emperor is danger-“

“Ha.”

Ruin’s eyes flashed. He deliberately pressed hard on the Hero’s wound.

“A wretch who can’t even take care of his own body, how dare you act so insolent.”

“Urgh…!”

The Hero, staggering from the pain, collapsed unconscious.

Ruin propped his heavy body against the wall to help him breathe properly. Then he bared his teeth and ground them together.

‘What’s so difficult about replacing one Emperor.’

At that moment, his shadow grew even darker.

* * *

The Imperial Palace’s audience chamber decorated with golden marble.

Normally, the Emperor wouldn’t meet just anyone. But now was different.

‘The Mage King.’

The one desired by the entire Continent had walked in personally.

Moreover, he held the qualification of being the current lord of the Wayne Family. As Emperor, there was no reason to refuse.

The Emperor smiled and rose from his seat.

“How delightful that you’ve come personally. Lately those Magic Tower fellows have been making a fuss about wanting to take you in. I’m pleased you appeared before me first.”

Instead of answering, Ruin smiled coldly at the welcoming Emperor.

“Was it Your Majesty who made Elaine into that state?”

The Emperor’s brow furrowed.

“…What are you talking about?”

Then he soon snorted and replied.

“Ah. You saw that, did you. That was education.”

“Education?”

“An Emperor needs a well-forged sword. And to ensure loyalty, one must periodically discipline it so it doesn’t bite its master.”

Ruin chuckled as if in agreement.

“Yes. Dogs do need discipline.”

The Emperor’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“I’m grateful you understand.”

“In that spirit, it’s an honor that Your Majesty can walk thanks to me.”

“Indeed. I believe it’s thanks to your magic. You truly weren’t called the Mage King for nothing. I apologize for not recognizing it sooner.”

Then Ruin’s lips twisted viciously.

“Then you must also understand that I can make it so you never walk again?”

…What?

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