Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor - Chapter 121

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Chapter 121
DLC [The Hero’s Professor]: Mid-Story Summary (1)

* Table of Contents

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Scene # 1 – Writing a Thesis
Scene # 2 – The Department Heads
Scene # 3 – Do You Have Any Thoughts?
Scene # 4 – “Eternal Starlight Seat∞”
Scene # 5 – Incursion Progress 2 / 3
Scene # 6 – This Must Be Training Too!
Scene # 7 – Kaiser Saved
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Scene # 1 – Writing a Thesis? ◀

“I’m back, Professor~”

Adel had returned from the Empire Capital, her arms laden with curse-related reagents and materials.

“Ah, that was exhausting.”
“Let me take those for you.”
“Oh, thank you, Angela~”

As Adel unpacked her purchases, I took a moment to examine the reagents more carefully—checking for anything potentially dangerous.
Nothing seemed particularly alarming. The receipts showed nothing out of the ordinary either, and there were no materials for curses capable of killing humans.
Just pure research materials.

‘The Curse of Annihilation… an unusual subject for a thesis.’

Curse Number 66, the Curse of Annihilation, was rarely employed.
It didn’t work on living organisms.
Typically, only assassins carrying out specialized missions would use it—to erase their own corpse and all traces of their existence after death.
For instance, during the Rebellion and Collapse, the assassins from Croitz who’d come to kill Forte had simply vanished, erased by the Curse of Annihilation.
It was then that Adel pulled a snack packet from her bag.

“Professor, would you like to share these?”
“What is it?”
“Empire Cookies. Come over here too, Angela!”

Empire Cookies.
Heart-shaped fortune cookies beloved by gambling-fond Empire citizens—each containing a slip revealing the week’s fortune, along with a Luck Indicator Stigma (0.0000125% concentration).

“Who should open theirs first?”
“Shouldn’t it be the eldest?”

Both their gazes drifted subtly toward me.
I considered the ladies-first principle for a moment, then decided it was meaningless. I cracked mine open first.
Crunch!
As the heart-shaped cookie broke, a slip of paper fell out. I slowly lowered the hand holding it.

“…Let me see yours first.”
“Why?”

“…Never mind. Who’s next?”
“Me, miss. Ladies first, after all.”
“Huh? Me? But you’re a lady too, aren’t you?”
“That’s the thing.”

Ran looked at Adel with a flat expression before answering.

“I’m not.”
“???”
“?”
“……um…. Wait, do you mean something is, um…??”
“What do you mean.”
“Oh, these days, you know? There are quite a few people like that, aren’t there? It’s not something to be ashamed of or think strange just because it’s different from others — people should be confident about it, right…??”

After a brief, chaotic exchange.
It was Adel’s turn.
Snap!

「 ⚄ : What you begin now will go better than for others 」

The number five. Quite fortunate.

“Ooh, that’s amazing~!”
“Good fortune indeed.”
“Congratulations.”
“So things I start now will go smoother than usual? That means my thesis will flow really well, doesn’t it?”
“Quite likely.”

Next was Ran’s turn.
Click…!

「 ⚅ : In whatever you do, you are first 」

The number six. The highest number.

“Eh? What? That’s incredible! Way better luck than mine, isn’t it?”
“Is it.”
“No, don’t just say ‘is it’ like that. On the Empire Cookie boxes, they say ones and sixes almost never come up. The probability is less than five percent, right?”

Ran blinked.

“I see. I’m quite lucky then.”
“I’m so jealous~”

Then both their gazes turned toward me.
To see the fortune slip I’d been hiding.

「 □ :」

That was it.

“Huh? There’s nothing there? Is it a printing error?”
“I wish that were the case.”
“It might not be a printing error.”
“How do you mean?”
“Perhaps it’s a zero. Meaning you’re having a week with utterly no luck whatsoever.”

…Great.

But what meaning could such a slip possibly have?
In this world, it’s best to ignore bad omens and assign meaning only to the good ones.
I brushed off the thought and turned my attention to Ran’s papers, when Ran spoke.

“It seems my thesis is progressing well too. I’ll likely place first.”

The words carried no hint of anticipation whatsoever.
It could have been the nature of her voice itself.

But then.

Adel was watching Ran.

In the next instant, three gazes shifted. Ran followed my line of sight and glanced back at Adel. Adel turned to look at me. Then she smiled softly and began gathering her things again, humming to herself. ‘Mm-hmm.’ But I didn’t miss the quiet sigh that slipped out in that brief moment, nor the murmur that accompanied it.
I caught what she’d muttered under her breath.

“…So you’re writing a thesis?”

That’s why I decided to keep Ran a bit closer to my side from then on.

Scene # 2 – The Department Heads ◀

That afternoon, I met with many people.

First, I found Shaman and requested that he not kill the witch of the graveyard.
He pondered ‘What reason would I have to kill that witch?’ but his expression turned petulant as he said, “Don’t like it? I’m going to kill her anyway??” while his jowls quivered.
It seemed his feelings were hurt because I’d nearly died while not receiving his protection. Shaman liked to push me into his overprotection, after all.
So I had come prepared.

“This… this smell is…?”
“Assassin Donuts 4AM Limited Edition.”
“……!!”

A super-rare donut sold first-come, first-served only to three people at four in the morning.

“Huh-ho… Hmm…. Well, seeing your sincerity….”

Before the fantastic combination of chocolate and peanut butter mingling together, before that fantastical blend of sweet and salty!!
Shaman crumbled.
Still, he did add one more thing.

“Your Illusion Magic is nearly at the level of a Starlight Seat, you know.”
“…….”
“Do you realize that in all of human history, you could count on one hand those who reached such heights by the age of thirty?”

In other words, please don’t go out and die somewhere. I nodded and walked back out.

Next, I sought out Ezekiel.
In the dead of night. The royal court had dispatched one hundred fifty personnel to search for traces of the lost national treasure. While chaos erupted around Starlight Meeting Mountain (the entrance to Eve’s Cave had been sealed triple over), I had no separate use for the remnants of a national treasure anyway.
So I came to sell it to someone who could use it.

“…What is this supposed to be?”
“Remnants of the national treasure, the Toy of God.”

The expression of the Magic Department head, Ezekiel, went rigid as he grasped the full story.
Now he had a choice to make.
He could order its return to the royal court, or purchase it from me.
If he pointed to the former, I’d planned to hand it over without complaint.
But Ezekiel was a collateral branch of the royal family who’d left in disgust at the institution.

“How much?”
“Thirty million Hika.”
“Ten million.”

Sparks flew between Ezekiel’s eyes and mine.

“…I suppose we’ll use it as our house dog bowl.”
“Twelve million.”
“…We did need a pot lid. Convenient.”
“Fourteen million. That’s my final offer.”
“…A ramen stand base is quite expensive, I see.”

The corner of Ezekiel’s mouth twisted.

“Enough! No further. Professor Dante, even you cannot push this. Do you not understand that even this amount is my goodwill? I alone can dispose of stolen goods of this caliber. Do not presume to haggle with me.”

He rebuked me sternly.
So that’s how he was going to play it.
For the record, thirty million Hika was roughly the correct market rate.

“…Understood. I’ll return later.”

Three minutes later, I walked back in with Dante.
There was Dante, toddling along while holding my hand!

Squeak-squeak-squeak.

The squeaky shoes I’d deliberately put on him!
The moment Ezekiel the department head caught sight of Dante, his expression darkened into something formidable.
Then, furrowing his brow, he turned to look at me.

【 Ezekiel: ‘This wretch dares to…’ 】

Was he angry?

【 Ezekiel: ‘…♡’ 】

He was not.

“Dante.”
“Yes….”
“Say hello to Uncle Ezekiel.”
“…….”

Dante stared intently into the eyes of the middle-aged man whose expression had stiffened as if in anger, then slowly looked up at me.
With an expression of fear.
His small hand, gripping my finger, tensed.

“It’s alright, Dante. Uncle Ezekiel just has a naturally intimidating face—he’s not actually angry.”
“…….”
“Now, try repeating after me. Uncle Ezekiel, hello.”
“…U-un-Uncle Eze…ki… un…cle… H-hello….”

Dante, fearful and uncertain, lowered his head.
Ezekiel the department head still wore that severe expression.

“…I’ll take a photo. Peace sign.”

Three minutes later. I was photographing Ezekiel and Forte with the Crystal Orb.

Click!

And I’d managed to extract thirty million Hika from them.
But just before heading back, when we found ourselves alone, Ezekiel growled.

“Dante Hiaka, you golden rat bastard… one day you’ll get what’s coming to you by my hand….”

Then he spotted Forte hiding between my legs and broke into an awkward smile.

“…P-peekaboo….”
“…….”

But the frightened Forte gauged the situation, then stretched his arms toward me and hugged only me.
Ezekiel stared at the sight with a blank expression.

“…….”

It seemed Ezekiel would need considerable time to win over Forte’s heart.
Had this elegant, middle-aged, handsome royal ever experienced such a thing in front of another person in his entire life?
He was a monstrous archmage who wouldn’t hesitate even facing a dragon, yet now he was genuinely troubled.

【 Ezekiel: ‘How can I get him to hug me too…?’ 】

On the way back, I’d taught him never to cling to anyone.

Scene # 3 – Do You Have a Plan? ◀

Out of the thirty million Hika I’d earned, I invested twenty-five million.
To the leader of the Life Congregation in Hiaka.

Originally I’d been in contact with a cardinal from the Holy Mother Church denomination.
But after thinking it over, I changed my mind.
While the Holy Mother Church is the top expert at breaking curses, it was better not to call them. There was a possibility the Taboo could be exposed. And problems could arise with the demon’s inauspiciousness.
Conversely, the Life Congregation, which symbolizes fertility, procreation, and love toward others, also possessed excellent curse-breaking abilities.

And so, at Starlight Meeting Mountain.

I cast Perception Resistance on Eve’s face.
Then Ran and I grabbed Eve’s limbs.

“We will lift the curse.”

The leader of the Life Congregation approached with sorcery tools in hand, but Eve, who hated the approach of others, kept squirming and looking back at me.

“It’s all right.”
“……?”
“It’s all right. They’re just trying to erase your curse. You don’t need to worry so much. It’s a good thing.”
“……?”

I stroked her chin with my pinky finger—
a gesture meant to reassure her.
But as the sorcery tools drew closer, Eve’s resistance only grew fiercer.
Ran, wearing the Excalibur Headband, held firm against Eve’s flailing legs, and I gripped both her forearms to keep her from fleeing.
Then Eve looked up at me and tapped her own temple repeatedly with her fingers.

Do you have a thought on this?

……or so it seemed, but was that right?
Curse or no curse, the Curse of Oblivion had to be lifted.
And the process of lifting a curse carried a certain mental anguish, like the prick of a needle. Eve squirmed a little longer, but eventually had to accept it.

“The curse has been removed. Phew… that was an extraordinarily potent curse.”
“Thank you for your efforts.”

In any case, the Curse of Oblivion lifted — complete!

● Eve

The letters on her nameplate had vanished.

“…….”

Meanwhile, Eve had no idea what had just happened to her, so she seemed to feel like an elephant (?) that had been suddenly seized and subjected to something strange, and her expression had turned pouty.
Perhaps she even felt a sense of betrayal.
She’d said it was fine when my blade pierced her, yet now she was huffy about it—which was a bit odd.
What was the difference?

In any case. I’d had a feeling it would come to this.
So I’d brought along a new bell as a gift, prepared in advance.

Ding-a-ling….

Fortunately, her mood lifted.

“……♬♡”

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“So now the memory comes back, doesn’t it.”
“Everyone will remember Eve from now on. I should keep that in mind.”

On the way down the mountain, I asked Ran a question.

“About that gesture—putting a finger to the temple. Eve kept repeating it earlier. What does it mean? Does it mean ‘Do you have a thought on this?'”
“Mm. You could see it that way. But when a question mark is added to the expression, when used alone it means ‘Why?'”

Ah. So she was simply asking ‘Why?’

That was a little funny.

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As it turned out, lifting Eve’s Curse of Oblivion in such haste had been a masterstroke.
An urgent message came through from Bookybooky the very next evening.

– Professor! The matter you mentioned before has been confirmed.
– An unidentified creature roughly fifty meters in size has been descending slowly from the edge of the stratosphere in the southeastern region of the Lewian Region!

The Unicorn Demon, Vomittekka, was approaching.

Along with some sort of bug.

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< ⧉ A global Incursion is underway.

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