The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 55

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Chapter 55
Soon, a beautiful face emerged as if a fairy had descended, and the alley stirred with the sight of her.
“Who is she?”
“A noble lady? What’s she doing in the 6th District? And alone? Is this some new form of suicide?”
Even a muscular young man would never venture into the 6th District by himself.
The 6th District was a place where abduction, slave trafficking, and murder happened as casually as breathing.
Gulp.
“Don’t lay a finger on her. We need to move premium goods like this without a scratch. Come on, pretty thing? Won’t you come with us? You came to the 6th District prepared for hell, didn’t you?”
Illegal slave traffickers thrust blades at the girl, threatening her.
But what made even less sense was the girl’s reaction.
She smiled sweetly and followed them without complaint. Not a shred of resistance.
At the sight of her, the traffickers tilted their heads in confusion.
‘What’s this? Is she simple-minded?’
A moment later.
They understood the meaning of that smile.
After she led them into an empty alley.
“Gaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
A horrible scream pierced the air.
The traffickers’ scream.
Trickle.
Blood pooled at the girl’s feet.
There were no bodies.
They had quite literally ‘melted’ away. Not a bone, not a shred of flesh remained.
The girl tilted her head thoughtfully and shook a poison vial. Inside was a toxin that had reduced those men to a handful of blood.
“Hmm. The potency still isn’t quite there, is it? It needs refinement. To kill more, to kill with greater suffering.”
Silpine.
Or rather, that was just a cover.
The villain-type True Protagonist of the auxiliary division, and the one who would someday kill more people than any other character in the scenario and earn the title ‘Massacre Witch’—Mad Alchemist Silpine—smiled with perfect innocence.
And so.
The dual True Protagonists Katrine and Libel,
the worst Main Protagonist Yodo,
and the most terrible villain-type True Protagonist Silpine.
All four of these protagonists had now gathered in the same class.
* * *
The troublemakers were not limited to the four protagonists.
“Go! The races!!”
Deep in the pleasure quarter of the Free City.
A gambling den where degenerate wastrels gathered.
“Oho, Young Master Replica? Your luck’s running hot today, isn’t it?”
“Ha, calling our poor sucker Young Master ‘Replica’! We should call him Young Master Replica the Second!”
As those around him snickered, a bloated boy forced an awkward smile.
It was Wilhelm, the only son of the Northern March Count.
Now a student in the class under the tutor’s supervision.
“S-shut up! Today I’m buying for everyone! Bring all the booze you’ve got!”
“Yay! Long live Young Master Replica the Second!!”
“But, Young Master? Why did you end up in Professor Replica’s class? Did you miss your old man?”
The laughter erupted again.
Wilhelm’s nickname was Young Master Replica the Second.
It meant he was like a copy of the original Replica.
“D-don’t you dare! I only applied because that bastard pisses me off!”
Wilhelm rolled his eyes nervously, gauging the mood of those around him before suddenly flaring up in anger.
“But they say Professor Replica’s changed recently?”
“That’s—that’s what bugs me! He’s garbage like me, and now he’s acting superior! I’ll rip that mask off his face!”
Those around him burst into applause.
“Here’s to seeing which of the two replicas is the real garbage!!”
But that was not all.
The exact opposite location from where Wilhelm was.
The 1st District, where the highest-ranking nobility resided.
It was the most expensive land in the Free City in the entire Empire, and the mansion even came equipped with a training ground.
A girl stood there, sword in hand.
Eyes cold as ice.
But what cut deeper still was the blade held in the girl’s hand.
Flash.
The sword drew a clean line, and the massive log before her split cleanly in two.
A feat accomplished through Swordsmanship alone, without a trace of Mana.
One could see just how profound her mastery of the blade had become.
“Miss, your Swordsmanship has deepened once again. Even the direct descendants of the great Swordsmanship families couldn’t match your skill.”
“It still falls short.”
A voice as elegant as her swordwork.
But it was no show of humility.
Rather, it was arrogance speaking.
The girl did not deny the claim that she surpassed the direct heirs of the Swordsmanship families.
Because she believed it was true.
Yet even so, she found her own standard lacking.
Yulia had every right to speak that way.
Guanglong’s sole disciple.
“But why did you enroll in Professor Wilhelm’s class? There are so many more distinguished instructors…”
“Do you think there is a professor who could help me?”
“……”
“Wasting time at the academy is already painful enough. I have no intention of letting some so-called professor meddle about with unsolicited advice.”
That was it.
Yulia had chosen Wilhelm simply to ignore him thoroughly.
“He may not be as simple as he seems. There are rumors that he’s changed.”
“Regardless, he’s nothing but a Temporary Professor. Soon enough he’ll be cast out from the academy.”
Yulia was far more than merely skilled with a blade.
It was no accident she was the main antagonist of Rubinesse Academy.
Her mind for reading situations was equally sharp.
She smiled mockingly as she spoke.
“Besides, what does it matter what some mayfly of a Temporary Professor says? I simply ignore him completely.”
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“……”
A headache crept up on me, and I pressed my temple.
‘Except for one student called Silpine, they’re all problem cases.’
Actually, let me correct that.
They were absolute disasters.
Even this Silpine, whoever she was, seemed deeply suspicious.
She was in chronic absence.
‘…Though the other students are the same with absences.’
All four new students were habitual absentees.
They attended just barely enough to avoid expulsion.
‘…There’s no way the class evaluation is going to be favorable like this.’
Let me explain again.
To remain at the academy, I need to rank first in the Temporary Professor evaluation.
A major component of that is the class evaluation.
Class evaluation scores are distributed proportionally according to the number of students enrolled, and with only six students in my class, I need to score overwhelmingly high marks in every category.
‘Overwhelming marks? More like I’ll fail everything at this rate.’
Class evaluation doesn’t go well just because I teach well.
I have to make the students perform well, but every single one of them was impossible.
“Lazy bums. I’ll drag them here and beat them into shape if I have to. Not for you, Professor—it just bothers me that they’re so uncommitted.”
“…I-I’ll do it. I… honestly, I’m quite good at torture.”
“Oh, I happened to overhear—do you need kidnapping, confinement, torture, Benefactor? Leave it to me, and I’ll turn anyone into a docile lamb.”
‘Can you all just be quiet for a minute.’
I let out a sigh.
As if that weren’t enough, the problems weren’t limited to my students.
“Ohoho, the Temporary Professors seem to be doing well. I thought I’d give you all more lecturing opportunities sooner.”
Temporary Professors are exactly that—temporary.
They don’t establish their own official courses.
“The Temporary Professors will teach by taking over portions of the Junior Professors’ courses. Please try asking the Junior Professors of your choice. Note that this, of course, will also factor into your evaluation.”
Of course, it was a system heavily stacked against me.
No Junior Professor would agree to let me take over part of their course.
‘If I borrow the authority of the Ecclesia Clan, it might be possible, but the chance of problems arising later would only increase.’
The Education Ministry—or more precisely, the Second Prince of the Ouroboros Apostles—has his eye on me.
If I used the family’s authority to seize a teaching opportunity, there was a real danger he’d slap me with accusations of impropriety afterward.
‘I have to earn this chance through my own strength alone.’
But then, help arrived from an unexpected quarter.
“You’re offering me a teaching opportunity? A special lecture from the former Rector, no less?”
“Hehehehe, that’s right. Normally Bernstein assists with my special lectures, but this time I’m entrusting it to you.”
Randolph himself—the former Rector—had extended his hand to me!
And a significant position at that, one that Professor Bernstein, the department chair of the Magic Faculty’s general program, had previously held.
‘This is poison in a chalice.’
As if to confirm my suspicion, the former Rector’s eyes gleamed with boundless delight as he looked at me.
“I heard recently that you handled some problem students, and I was deeply impressed. Yes indeed, we can’t have trash like that walking around school! If I were still in office, I’d have disposed of them long ago!”
“…….”
“I knew you had tremendous talent as a mage, but I had no idea you’d be such an excellent professor. Don’t worry from here on out. I’ll make sure to back you up properly.”
His tone was as if I’d already become part of his faction.
Crisis.
‘I need to leave the worst possible impression. Say something Wilhelm-like.’
But there was a problem.
“I believe you’re under a misapprehension. I punished them only because they offended my sensibilities. My magnificent pride simply could not tolerate such vulgarity.”
The Black Flame Dragon had somehow translated it even more persuasively than I intended!
The old man’s eyes were beginning to shift with admiration, so I rushed to speak again.
Bluntly.
“I don’t need the former Rector’s assistance.”
“Don’t need help? If things continue as they are, I don’t see how you could remain at the academy—”
“How poor your judgment is, sir. You claim to see me anew, yet you have no idea just how magnificent I truly am.”
“!!”
I spoke with pure arrogance.
“A situation like this is nothing to me whatsoever. Please don’t presume to help and thereby insult my pride.”
The Black Flame Dragon had made me sound even more insufferable, but it wasn’t an exaggeration.
‘In my days as a sales king, I faced far more difficult situations than this.’
Problem students?
Teaching opportunities?
I had plenty of ways to resolve all of it without the former Rector’s help.
‘First, I need to lay the groundwork.’
I shifted my steps.
Toward someone I needed to get closer to, unlike Randolph.
Toward Rector Karak.
“Oh ho ho! Who do we have here?! Our rising luminary of Rubinesse Academy—Professor Wilhelm, is it not? What brings you by?”
“I’ve come with a proposal for the Rector, sir.”
“Hmm?”
“Would you allow me, by your authority as Rector, to open my own independent course?”
The Rector’s expression turned puzzled.
He seemed curious why I would make such an unreasonable request.
“In exchange, I will reform three exceptional problem students the academy has been unable to handle.”
By those three exceptional problem students, I meant Wilhelm—the Second, Guanglong’s disciple, and Third Prince Yodo.
“If I reform these three, it will have a positive effect not only on the academy, but on your reputation as Rector as well.”
“Hmm, that may be true. But those three students are difficult to touch, you understand.”
A noncommittal response.
I played my trump card.
“How disappointing. Surely the Rector wishes to have this Rubinesse Academy completely under your control, do you not?”
“!!”

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