Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor - Chapter 32

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Episode 32
EP11 – Professor Assassination: Illusion Magic (3)

Elizé smiled softly to herself.
The best? That spirited Lui was offering praise of this caliber?

She asked the other students what they thought as well.
How had they found today’s lesson?

“Today’s class? To be honest, it was shocking. I think it might be the best I’ve heard in recent memory.”
“I really didn’t expect Professor Dante to handle Illusion Magic so skillfully. It was incredible.”
“Before I only heard rumors about combat-type assassins or magic-type assassins. But at this level, isn’t he an Illusion Magic-type assassin…?”

At that moment, Elizé’s invisible tail wagged with delight.
Everyone was praising him?
It truly must have been exceptional.
She herself had enjoyed the class and learned things she’d never expected to know—though she couldn’t compare it to her other classes since she usually spent them dozing with her head down.
But if everyone was reacting this positively……

That night, Elizé went to find Grey.

“Grey. So, there’s something…”
“Hmm?”
“…Never mind.”

Elizé, about to say something, faltered.
With a slightly anxious expression, she hesitated briefly, then reached over and closed Grey’s legs together.

“You shouldn’t sit with your legs spread like that.”
“……What’s that suddenly about—and since when do you care about that sort of thing?”
“I do.”
“That’s unexpected. You actually think about common decency sometimes.”

Grey’s expression turned cat-like as she smirked.

“But these are my legs, right? I can do what I want with them.”
“You can’t. What if someone sees under your skirt…”

At that, Grey reflexively whispered back.

“I wear shorts under it all the time? —No, wait, why am I even having this conversation with you about how to sit? Why are you here?”

Elizé shook her head, her expression uncertain.

“……Close your legs and I’ll tell you.”

At that, Grey stared directly into Elizé’s eyes, then slid off the chair and dropped into a full split on the floor. Elizé, taken aback, began to applaud.

“Wow. You’re incredibly flexible.”

Her shoulders rose in a self-satisfied shrug.

“Right? I could probably stretch even further —No, wait, that’s not the point. Why did you come here? Tell me before I hit you.”
“Um……. I’ll tell you if you close your legs……”

Smack!
She got hit in the end.
Elizé touched the bump forming on her head as she finally answered.

“There’s a professor who’s incredibly skilled at Illusion Magic.”
“Who?”
“Professor Dante.”
“Dante…?”

Grey, who had always been poor with names, furrowed her brow.

“The professor who confiscated your short sword.”
“Oh.”

Now it came back to her.
Dante.
An intriguing, peculiar professor.
He’d even saved Elizé once before.
His detachment was so remarkably vast that he’d dismissed the Swift Strike before her eyes as though it were nothing, and he was the first among the faculty to order Grey herself to surrender a weapon.

After tasting that initial loss to Professor Dante, Kaizer had become completely unhinged.
Mention Dante’s name and he’d tremble with rage; the next moment he’d be raving about making Dante his advisor at any cost.
That composed monster—the kind who’d remain unmoved even if his own family died—transformed the instant Dante came up in conversation.

Kendraike, just as oddly, appeared to despise him.
Whether liked or disliked, the feeling ran to extremes—a style of excessive opinion.
An utterly inscrutable, bizarre professor. That was Dante as Grey had understood him until now.

“Yeah.”
“How good?”

That assumption shattered in an instant.

“Yeah.”
“Elizé. You see my Illusion Magic every single day.”
“I do.”
“And you’re telling me someone uses it better than I do? Are you being serious?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“…….”

Moreover, Grey had never once in her life been told she was falling behind.

“……What exactly did that professor do?”

Still, she decided to hear it out. Grey asked the question with her arms crossed, locked tight, and Elizé explained the recent lesson content with a slightly brightened expression.
But when someone who confuses camels with ostriches and shouts “A dog!” every time she sees a cat on the street tries to explain something, how much can you really trust her account?
Listening patiently to her halting explanation, it did seem the professor was using a decent Illusion Magic. But ultimately, it was all something Grey could do herself.
This pink-haired fool apparently didn’t know her own true capabilities.

“So why don’t you go and take some lessons? I’ll ask the professor for you.”
“…….”

Grey frowned.

At the professor’s level….
To correct herself:
At the level of a mere junior professor—not even approaching that of the great chief professor she otherwise respected—
there was no one in existence qualified to teach her Illusion Magic.

“Forget it, forget it. Stop right there. Doesn’t sound like much of anything, really.”
“Huh?”
“What do you mean, ‘huh’? You want a hit? Huh?”
“No. But… the professor really was pretty good….”
“I can do that level myself. There. If that’s all you came here to say, get out.”

Faced with such vehement refusal, Elizé was promptly ejected.
Not even looking.
What a shame.
The professor really was skilled—maybe even better than Grey….

‘Hmm….’

But perhaps, when Grey saw it for herself sometime, her mind would change?

* * *

I had much to consider privately about how to prepare for the Illusion Magic class. The reason was simple: the fact that I could handle Illusion Magic quite competently was already known.
Since World Falsification was a Forbidden Technique of the continent—an ability that had to be concealed—I needed to be cautious.

‘Only clergy with high divine power can detect a Forbidden Technique, but if suspicion takes root, the professors might even bring in a person or two from the denomination….’

Here, I had two choices. Teach well. Pretend to teach poorly.
This was also, in the methods of concealment, a choice between ‘revealing’ and ‘making disappear’.
I chose ‘revealing’ among them. Instead, I would feign mastery of numerous Illusion Magic techniques.
As I’ve said before, my proficiency in World Falsification was such that in Illusion Magic, I stood among the elite not just of the academy, but of the entire continent.

Thus the first lecture was a success, and for the next few days, there were no issues whatsoever—but….
On the afternoon of the fourth day of classes, the threat I’d anticipated finally caught up with me.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year, Derek: “Professor’s here.” 】

The place was the indoor gymnasium on the first floor of the Bathalion Building.
I’d been planning to meet Adele about twenty minutes later for some light training, but uninvited guests had arrived first.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year, John: “Confirmed.” 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year, Haru: “Confirmed!” 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year, Dominic: 】

……A Review Assassination had begun.
Five people in total. All of them were students from my class. For some reason, both ‘Dominic’ and ‘Haru’—whom I’d encountered in my very first assassination in this life—seemed to be among them.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — Derek: 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — Derek: 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — John: 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — Haru: 】

Five red figures on the minimap dispersed in four directions. It signaled this was no simple assassination—it was an assassination operation.

‘…This is going to be a headache.’

The difference between other professors and me came down to one thing: they could brute-force their way through an assassination with pure martial power, but my pure martial strength was sorely lacking. I could die at any moment.
That said, I didn’t want to traumatize these innocent students. Didn’t want to leave them broken in spirit.
If I’m to remain a professor in the Assassination Studies Department, it’s something I’ll have to endure going forward.

———
– Dante: An assassination came in, so I’ll see you later.
– Adele: Again?
– Adele: Professor, you get assassinated an awful lot, don’t you? ㅠㅋㅋ
– Adele: (sad squirrel emoji)
———

First, I had to bail on our plans.
I decided to leave this place.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — Derek: 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — John: 】

Professor Assassination had begun.

Crack!

Lightning sparked from the center of the wall, and the door vanished. They’d overlaid a false wall across the door using Illusion Magic.

If I went toward where the lightning struck, I’d find the doorknob embedded in the false wall behind it. But I didn’t reach for it.

According to the minimap, two red dots lay behind that false wall. It was a double trap.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — John: 】
【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — Derek: 】

First, I needed to blind them.

『 World Falsification: Phenomenon Falsification [Smoke Screen] 』

Whoosh!
Thick smoke billowed across the gymnasium ceiling.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — Derek: 】

In the confusion that descended.
I threw open the door behind the Illusion Magic wall.

【 Assassination Studies Department, First Year — John: 】

But those waiting behind the door couldn’t do so.

『 World Falsification: Space Falsification [Wall] 』

I’d conjured a wall in front of that door instead.

【 First-year Assassination Studies student John: <……What, what is this? I’m blocked!> 】

The panicked student rushed to slip into Concealment. From behind, footsteps rang out—Derek, who had been hidden in the building’s steel framework, dropped down.

【 First-year Assassination Studies student Derek: <Snap out of it! That wall is Illusion Magic too!> 】
【 First-year Assassination Studies student John: <Damn it, when did you—!> 】

The two cadets behind the door pushed through my Illusion Magic and entered. “Where are you!” they shouted, searching for me.

But there was a reason I had used Space Falsification instead of Phenomenon Falsification when I made that wall.

The false wall I had just created was not a “form.” It was “space” itself.

As they passed right through the space where I was hidden and stepped into the gymnasium, I slipped back out into the corridor.

【 First-year Assassination Studies student John: <Professor, where did you go!!> 】

But those two seemed to have made their own preparations.

【 First-year Assassination Studies student Derek: <It’s fine. Calm down! I’ll keep tracking with the Remote Control Ring!> 】

The Remote Control Ring—a magic tool ring of rare-grade that remotely controls mana, true to its name.
They brought that with them.

……They brought that expensive thing?

Expensive is expensive, in any case. For now, I decided to focus solely on surviving the assassination attempt.

‘If I face them head-on, there’s a chance I’ll die…….’

In percentage terms, it would be less than 0.5%. After all, I’d deploy countless World Falsifications. But even that 0.5% felt threatening.
How often did that 0.5% probability come through when you were gaming?

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