The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 36

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Episode 36
The Prophecy of Celestial Positions contains a total of sixteen Celestial Bodies.
Likely the ones who would stand against Ouroboros, his destined adversaries.
‘If I had my way, I’d eliminate them all beforehand.’
Unfortunately, Ouroboros still didn’t know exactly which sixteen Celestial Bodies corresponded to whom.
‘The only ones I’ve identified so far are the Sun, the Moon, and the Demon Blade.’
And the Demon Blade—that was something even Ouroboros wouldn’t dare touch.
So he’d attempted to eliminate the Sun and the Moon instead, but failed.
Because of a new Ascendant who appeared without warning.
But Maestro found himself harboring growing doubts about this mysterious newcomer.
“Doesn’t it strike you as far too convenient? An unknown Ascendant emerges the moment we make our move, as if it were waiting for us?”
“But if it weren’t an Ascendant, such miraculous feats would be impossible, would they not? An unknown star couldn’t possibly be anything but an Ascendant. Judging by its luminosity, it’s still a fledgling.”
It was said that the Celestial Bodies marked in the Prophecy of Celestial Positions grew brighter as they matured.
As it stood, all sixteen remained dim.
All sixteen were still novices.
The mysterious star that troubled Maestro was no exception.
Yet Maestro’s suspicions wouldn’t fade.
“Still, it bothers me. Particularly because Rubines Academy is the most critical location for our great work.”
The 4 Great Prestigious Academies each played different roles in their grand enterprise.
Among them, Rubines Academy stood at the center.
‘This is troublesome. The Demon Blade is heading to Rubines Academy, too. The Sun, the Moon, the Demon Blade, and now this unknown star. I need to take action.’
Maestro uttered a name that caught everyone off guard.
“Isn’t Ban the one showing the most promise at Rubines Academy recently?”
“By our assessment, yes.”
“Hmm. How curious. When I last observed him, he showed no such potential. He was nothing but trash, pure and simple.”
A startling revelation.
It meant Maestro and Ban had crossed paths in the past.
“Could you be suggesting the unknown star is this Ban?”
“I wouldn’t know. But something about it troubles me.”
Maestro recalled the things Ban had accomplished thus far.
He’d exposed Professor Ballik’s transformation into a Demon Lord and destroyed a dark mage faction’s branch.
And this time, he’d expanded security measures as if he’d anticipated the incident beforehand, ensuring no casualties whatsoever.
Though overshadowed by the brilliance of the newly emerged Ascendant, Ban had arguably achieved the greatest feat.
“We cannot allow Ban to become another variable, whether he’s the unknown star or not.”
A subordinate spoke cautiously.
“But Ban carries the bloodline of the Ecclesia Ducal Family. Direct action would carry considerable risk, would it not?”
Ouroboros was not yet prepared for open conflict.
Especially after the incident they’d caused at Rubines recently, caution was paramount.
“There’s no need to resort to force. There are plenty of legal avenues to dispose of him.”
“Maestro, surely not—?”
“Yes, quite right. Have Minister of Education Maximum summoned at once.”
A bewildering command.
The Minister of Education was one of the Empire’s most influential figures. To summon such a person without hesitation?
What was even more incomprehensible was the subordinate’s response.
“Understood. I shall have him brought immediately.”
Not long after, a middle-aged figure appeared.
It was truly Minister Maximum!
Then something astonishing happened.
“You summoned me, Your Highness?”
Your Highness.
A title granted in the Empire to only one class of person.
Maestro, Apostle of Ouroboros.
And.
Second Prince Renius, born of the Empire’s most noble bloodline, smiled as he spoke.
“How delightful to meet you, Minister. I wished to discuss the educational administration of Rubines Academy.”
* * *
‘So Maestro, the Apostle of Ouroboros, is actually the Second Prince. The one effectively treated as the heir apparent.’
My face had gone pale.
‘He’s clearly watching me because of the recent incidents I’ve been involved in.’
Second Prince Renius was the reason I’d refused to seek an official position.
If I entered the civil service, I would have to engage in a horrific power struggle against the degenerates of Ouroboros, led by the Second Prince.
But what about the military?
Hardly any better.
As the title “Apostle” suggested, there were other Apostles besides the Second Prince.
As time passed, the other Apostles would stir as well.
If I went into the military, I’d face a literal war—one where blood would be spilled.
‘There’s nowhere truly safe in this world. The Academy, at least, is the safest place.’
Absurdly, despite all the incidents and disasters I’d weathered, the Academy remained the most secure haven.
‘Filthy, underhanded, but I have to cling to the Academy. Out there, life is just scraping by—survival itself becomes a worry.’
The real issue was whether it was even possible.
I had to compete among the Temporary Professors and rank first.
The problem was that this wasn’t a fight stacked in my favor.
‘The criterion is the Temporary Professor evaluation score.’
If we’re judging purely by academic achievement and magical talent, I wouldn’t fall behind.
But there were many other requirements.
—Student instruction evaluation.
—Colleague and superior reputation evaluation.
—Social contribution evaluation.
—Academy project completion contribution evaluation.
Items like these were included.
‘Professor’ wasn’t simply a research position—it required student instruction and social contribution—so naturally those criteria existed, but for someone still branded as Garbage Ban, it was devastatingly unfavorable.
‘Especially since this selection is overseen by the Ministry of Education. Maestro and the Second Prince will have influence over the final decision.’
They would find some excuse to deduct points and eliminate me.
‘There’s only one way. I have to score perfectly on every evaluation—every single category.’
Having thought that far, my expression hardened visibly.
‘Ugh. Why is becoming a professor this difficult?’
A sigh escaped my lips, but there was no helping it.
I had to do it.
‘Just endure the first semester. After that, I’m going to have the easiest life imaginable.’
There was one thing the Second Prince had overlooked.
My ability wasn’t limited to Grand Master of Magic.
‘I’m not Garbage Ban—I’m someone who was even a sales king in my past life. A top ranking among Temporary Professors? I can manage that easily.’
Once I’d organized my thoughts, I turned my attention to another letter.
This one was an official document from Rubines Academy, not the Ministry of Education.
—New Temporary Professor Orientation Notice.
There was still some time before the new semester began.
During this interval, there would be training for the new Temporary Professors.
‘Like a new employee orientation, I suppose.’
Though the atmosphere was somewhat different from Earth.
‘An arena for duels among the new Temporary Professors.’
In essence, the orientation itself marked the true beginning of the competition.
‘First impressions matter. I’ll complete this orientation with top marks. My Grand Master of Magic ability is more than sufficient.’
With that thought, I turned to the next page of the document.
My face went rigid.
There was one troublesome detail.
“Why of all places—”
Rancel Plateau.
A notorious location.
Where an evil dragon once slept, a creature that had sent terror through the world.
The problem was,
‘…it’s a place where Hidden Episodes occur.’
Memories of the recent incidents flickered through my mind, and cold sweat beaded on my skin.
‘No. It should be fine this time. The conditions for an episode aren’t met.’
The timing wasn’t right, and critically, the Key wasn’t here.
There was no reason the Key from the Demon Realm would suddenly appear on Rancel Plateau.
‘…But just in case, maybe I should set up at least some basic safety precautions?’
I steeled myself with an uncomfortable feeling settling in my chest.
‘No matter what obstacles arise, I will absolutely live the easy life I’ve dreamed of!’
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But there was something Ban didn’t know.
It wasn’t just Maestro from Ouroboros who had begun to take notice of him.
On the outskirts of the Empire’s capital.
There existed a district where grand mansions clustered together.
It was where the capital’s high nobility gathered, and the Ecclesia Duchy’s estate was situated here as well.
Yet the most magnificent and imposing mansion in this district belonged not to the Ecclesia Duchy, but to another.
The Klein Ducal Family.
One of the Empire’s four great ducal houses and a family renowned as a famous magic lineage.
A storied family that dominated the magical world.
But something felt amiss about the Klein estate that day.
As though thin ice hung suspended in the air.
The cause was the displeasure radiating from Ves, the Duchess and mistress of the Klein household.
“My daughter Joanna placed third? She lost not only to Catrina, but to some nameless street urchin as well?”
Ves, the Duchess.
Mistress of the Klein household, head family of the magical world, and a Level 7 master-class witch.
“Yes, madam. The main house attempted to lodge a protest, but retired Chancellor Randolph has already finalized the grades…”
“How dare he! That doddering old recluse! Does he mock the main house?”
Crash! Glass shattered everywhere.
The force she unleashed sent the surrounding windows and mirrors exploding outward.
“P-please, madam, compose yourself. At Amethyst Academy, Joanna will surely rank first.”
“It’s useless. Once a blemish appears, it cannot be erased. And when he returns from Heavenly Sky Island and learns of this, I cannot imagine how disappointed he will be in Joanna.”
He—
She referred to Alfonso, the patriarch of the famous magic family.
A being at the peak of Level 8.
A grand sorcerer who had ascended to the spiritual realm of a seeker of the Way.
A man of ice-cold calculation who regarded even his own blood with ruthless pragmatism, and Joanna dreaded the moment he might cast her aside for showing any insufficiency.
“They said Joanna’s score was reduced because she lost to Ecclesia’s Ban, didn’t they?”
“Rather, it’s that the first and second-ranked students received substantial bonus points for their performance against demons.”
“Still, if it weren’t for Ban, wouldn’t Joanna have ranked first?”
Joanna had lost the top spot for two reasons.
The bonus points awarded to Catrina and Ribel.
And the penalty Joanna received from her crushing defeat at Ban’s hands—combined, her final score had been reversed.
“That trash Ban dares—”
Ves ground her teeth together.
She lived solely to make her daughter Joanna the next patriarch of the magic family.
She could not forgive Ban for tarnishing her ambitions.
The problem was that Ban’s background was formidable.
Even the Klein Duchy could not carelessly lay hands on Ecclesia bloodline.
‘I must find a way that leaves no trace.’
Then came a knock at the door.
“Madam, it’s Balas. May I enter?”
At the name Balas, Ves’s eyes flashed with sudden interest.
“Come in. I have something I wish to ask of you.”
The door opened, and a sharp-featured, handsome young man wearing spectacles entered.
“You’ve agreed to become a Temporary Professor at Rubines Academy, correct?”
“Yes, madam. But since Miss Joanna has decided to attend Amethyst Academy, I’m uncertain what I should do?”
Balas.
A man who had published groundbreaking magical theory while still young and become an adopted member of the famous magic family.
He had originally been appointed to Rubines Academy to support Joanna, but the circumstances had suddenly become uncertain.
“Proceed with your assignment at Rubines Academy as planned. Balas, I have a task for you.”
“What is it?”
“Eliminate Ban Ecclesia from the Temporary Professor selection.”
!!
Understanding her meaning, Balas’s lips curved upward.
“That is welcome news indeed, madam. I’ve been displeased of late to hear certain unsettling rumors circulating in magical circles.”
Word had spread through the magical academy that Ban had broken the Fractal Structure during his recruitment examination.
Most dismissed it as mere gossip and thought little of it, but Balas was deeply offended.
The magical theory Balas himself had published also concerned the Fractal Structure.
To be specific, Balas’s thesis had stated:
A perfect Fractal Structure cannot be broken by anyone.
Therefore, Ban’s demonstration during the recruitment examination directly contradicted Balas’s academic framework.
‘A trash bastard who doesn’t even know the F in Fractal Structure. How dare he.’
Balas inwardly sneered, but Duchess Ves spoke coldly.
“Don’t let your guard down. He may not be the garbage he once was.”
“!!”
Duchess Ves’s brow furrowed.
‘Something’s off. Perhaps the rumors about his change are true.’
She was an infamously notorious Level 7 sorceress and duchess. She was no fool.
The feeling didn’t sit right with her.
“We cannot afford carelessness. You must crush him with your absolute best, without fail.”
Yet Balas felt his pride wounded by the duchess’s warning.
‘And here she is, treating Balas—called the prodigy of the magical world—as if I’m facing some mere trash.’
Balas smiled thinly.
“Have no fear. When the training session comes soon, he’ll learn firsthand what true ‘genius’ actually is. Please await that day with pleasant anticipation.”
But that wasn’t all.
—Ching! Slash!
The training grounds.
A man with a hearty, bold countenance was wielding both swordplay and magic.
The man’s name was Kansir.
A scion of a renowned swordplay family, he employed a unique Swordsmanship Magic that fused martial technique with arcane art.
“Your Swordsmanship Magic is always impressive, no matter how many times I see it.”
“It’s nothing much.”
“Indeed. I heard you’re taking a professorship at Rubines Academy’s Magic Faculty. Congratulations.”
A position among the faculty of the 4 Great Prestigious Academies was a seat of honor everyone coveted.
Yet Kansir only deepened his frown.
“Why the displeasure?”
“I just heard someone completely unexpected will be joining me as a professor.”
“Ah, you mean Young Master Ban. I’ve heard the rumors.”
The man he’d been speaking with tilted his head questioningly.
“The rumors have been circulating lately. He supposedly took down even Puppet’s marionette and saved students during the entrance exam. Frankly, I find it hard to believe.”
“I’ll see for myself when the time comes.”
Kansir slashed his sword through the air with fierce, rough strokes.
As if Ban stood right before him.
“This Kansir’s Swordsmanship Magic will strip away all his pretenses and lay bare his true nature.”
And finally.
The last scene.
The borderlands between the Empire’s northeast and the Seven Kingdoms.
On a battlefield filled with horrific carnage from a conflict spanning over a century, a black-haired woman stood with a vacant expression.
Caw.
The cry of ravens echoed across the wasteland.
In the midst of countless corpses, the woman’s eyes held no focus.
Soldiers trembled at the sight of her.
“Ugh, she’s killed so many again.”
“No wonder they call her Black Bird.”

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