The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69
‘Just as the scenario predicted, things are unfolding the same way.’
I clicked my tongue.
The problem was that Understanding of Magic Fundamentals was being split in two.
What started as a pride war between the two factions had spiraled into all manner of heated competition.
‘House Rapelt putting forward Aiden, other academies sending inspection committees—it’s all following the same pattern.’
The only difference was that I’d become the representative of Karak’s faction.
‘…But surely things won’t actually unfold exactly as the scenario predicts? Then House Rapelt wouldn’t be the real problem at all.’
I recalled the ‘ending’ of this factional conflict episode and broke into a cold sweat.
In this episode, House Rapelt was merely the Fake Boss.
There was a true boss lurking elsewhere.
‘It won’t come to that. The conditions aren’t right now.’
On the surface, it looked similar, but the situation was fundamentally different from the scenario.
The same event occurring was impossible.
‘…Still, I should prepare just in case. That ‘disaster’ won’t happen with demons suddenly breaking through, but who knows what other unexpected trouble might crop up. Damn it.’
Constantly swept up in strange incidents and accidents, I could feel myself becoming more cynical by the day.
‘It’ll all be fine’—what nonsense.
Only ominous thoughts kept creeping in.
‘For now, I’ll set that aside and focus on preparing the lecture. My opponent is Aiden, after all.’
Aiden.
He had the presence of an extra, but he was far from an opponent to take lightly.
He was an Ex-fessor, no less.
In terms of teaching ability measured by level, he ranked among the ultra-elite—nearly Master-class at Level 7.
The academy had even given him the nickname ‘the Wizard of Lectures.’
They said that no matter how difficult the material, once Aiden taught it, it stuck instantly.
‘His teaching ability far exceeds mine. Of course, I’m not lacking in eloquence either, but teaching isn’t my specialty.’
Even in the original scenario, the professor from Karak’s faction was shown crumbling pathetically against Aiden.
‘That’s what triggers the disaster.’
I needed a clever strategy.
Just then, the door to my research chamber—not a cramped closet, mind you—swung open, and Hans and Linden stepped inside.
Both their arms were laden with boxes.
“This Hans has successfully completed the master’s command at great personal cost!”
“…No, old man, don’t exaggerate just because you brought some Magical Items from the storage. But why did you ask me to bring these materials anyway? Are we crafting some kind of artifact or something?”
Both of them tilted their heads in confusion.
“Lecture preparation.”
“…For this? The lecture you’re handling—isn’t it Understanding of Magic Fundamentals? The required general education course? Do we really need to prepare something this elaborate?”
The required general education course was taught to all new students.
Not just the Magic Faculty, but also the Knight Faculty, Liberal Arts Faculty, and Support Faculty—everyone attended.
It was a course meant to help students grasp the fundamentals of magic, so there was ordinarily no need to prepare such advanced material,
“but do you have any idea how difficult and profound the fundamentals truly are?”
“…What?”
Some might claim the fundamentals of magic were simple, but they were dead wrong.
If anything, the fundamentals were more profound and abstruse than any other subject.
“I looked over the textbook, and I was disgusted.”
I slammed the existing textbook down on the desk.
“Teaching the fundamentals of magic ‘properly’ with garbage like this is impossible. I’m going to prepare the correct material myself and teach a foundation that’s actually sound.”
……
Both of them fell silent, and I let out a quiet sigh.
‘I never knew I harbored such perfectionism.’
The moment I opened the student textbook, the thought struck me immediately.
‘What kind of trash is this?’
It was a famous textbook authored by a renowned mage scholar from the Mage Tower.
All four of the prestigious academies had adopted it.
The content was actually solid.
‘Or so it appeared on the surface.’
‘This isn’t the fundamentals of magic. It’s more like a dictionary of magic miscellany.’
The instinct of a grandmaster recoiled violently, and I made my decision.
I would teach the proper fundamentals in my own way, aligned with the course objectives.
‘There’s no way I can beat Aiden in a conventional lecture anyway.’
Even if I delivered a lecture equal to Aiden’s, could I actually win?
Absolutely not.
If I let them nitpick every detail, I’ll lose in the end.
There’s only one way forward.
‘I need to overwhelm them with content.’
But this approach had a problem.
“Um… Professor, is this really alright? I hate to say it, but your teachings are so profound they’re hard to follow. Honestly, even I—and I’m one of the top graduates—don’t understand what you’re saying half the time.”
“You fool, Linden! Are you saying the Sage’s teachings are flawed?! This all happens because the Sage’s brilliance is so dazzling. The freshmen might go blind from the Sage’s radiance and become complete idiots, so wouldn’t it be better to dim the luminescence just a little?”
It was a fair point.
“I understand both of your concerns.”
“…So then, you’ll just stick with the existing textbooks for safety?”
“No—teaching garbage like that? My conscience as Ban Ecclesia won’t allow it.”
“But nobody will understand any of it!”
“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”
Hans and Linden exchanged glances, and I let my lips curl upward.
“Actually, I’m the one who’s worried. What if my lectures are so excellent that I go beyond S-fessor and Ex-fessor all the way to L-fessor? Then what?”
Both of them wore confused expressions.
It was because of the word “L-fessor” I’d just brought up.
The Ministry of Education grades professors’ teaching ability on a scale from F to A.
Those who repeatedly receive an F-grade are expelled regardless of reason, while A-grade professors are called A-fessors and are respected.
Among these, S-fessor is a special honorary grade given only when a professor receives perfect marks in every single evaluation category by Ministry standards.
Even at the Four Great Academies, S-fessors exist only rarely—Rubinesnes doesn’t have a single one.
However, there were those who transcended even the S-fessor rank: the Ex-fessors.
An awe-inspiring grade given only to monstrous professors whose excellence surpassed mere perfection and whose performance defied all conventional measurement.
They were the great legendary educators, appearing only a handful of times across an entire generation in the whole academy.
So then, what is an L-fessor?
‘Literally a legend.’
Short for Legend-fessor.
It refers to a truly unprecedented professor who would remain a legend in academia, transcending all rating systems.
‘If my lectures gain true recognition, I really could become a Legend-fessor. But honestly, becoming that famous would be a problem.’
Linden and Hans wore expressions that said, “No matter how wise the Sage is, that’s pretty delusional…” but soon enough they’d understand.
That my concern was genuine.
* * *
The academy grounds, some time after the new semester had begun.
The freshmen were growing accustomed to academy life, and the spring breeze had settled a drowsy haze over the courtyard.
Then suddenly, the academy began to stir with excitement.
“Is today really Professor Ban-Legi’s first lecture?”
“Shh, can we even call him Ban-Legi anymore? He defeated Puppet—and even used a Self-Sacrifice Spell for his students.”
“Oh right, I slipped up out of habit. Ban-Legi’s not the right name anymore.”
The student admitted the verbal mistake awkwardly.
A scene showing Ban’s reputation had improved considerably.
However, that didn’t mean the students had fully accepted him.
Among the students, Ban’s evaluation generally amounted to conversations like this:
“He’s not Ban-Legi, but does he really have the qualifications to be a professor?”
“Exactly. He’s only a temporary professor and he’s already been given a solo course. Isn’t that special treatment?”
“We’ll find out today. It’s finally his first lecture.”
They didn’t consider him trash anymore, but skepticism still filled the air.
“I wish I were in Class 1. I heard Baron Aiden’s lectures are so popular you can’t even get in.”
“Professor Ban’s lectures might not be available to attend either. This could be his last one.”
“They’re going to kick him out mid-semester and merge his class with Baron Aiden’s, right?”
“God, I hope so. I’m going to leave a scathing review on the Mirror Board right after class.”
“We’re late. Let’s go in.”
The students rushed into the lecture hall, and the courtyard grew quiet again.
“Hey, what are you doing? Aren’t you going in?”
“…I was just thinking about how to dispose of—no, how to punish those bastards from earlier. I’ll make sure they pay the price. I’d kill them or cripple them, but Professor Ban wouldn’t like that….”
“You know, the way you brood like that in the shadows makes you look pretty pathetic, right? What, are you going through some emotional explosion phase like a middle schooler? Please don’t tell me you’re raising a Black Flame Dragon in your wrist.”
Katrine dismissed Libel’s chilling threat as easily as swatting a fly.
“I’m in Class 1, but you… I envy you. I really wanted to hear Professor Ban’s… lecture.”
“Envy? In your dreams.”
“Then switch with me…!”
“Why would I? I don’t want to.”
“…I don’t like you.”
“The feeling’s mutual.”
Two friendless loners, both of them.
Unable to find anyone else to pair with, they were forced to stick together, yet they snarled at each other at every opportunity.
“…Well, I’m entrusting the L-fessor’s lecture to you.”
“Entrusting? There’s no favors in this — business is business. If the lecture is poor, I’ll be honest and give it an F.”
“If anyone shows disrespect during the L-fessor’s lecture, they’ll have to face the consequences—”
“Enough about the Black Flame Dragon. Now get to Class One.”
Left alone, Katrine exhaled a long sigh.
Though she hid it, Katrine was genuinely worried about the L-fessor’s lecture.
‘…Something feels off about this.’
It wasn’t that she distrusted him like the other students did.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
‘…It’s too sophisticated. I’m afraid no one will be able to follow it.’
It was a concern similar to the one Linden and Hans had voiced.
‘If it really is that bad, I should point it out later. Not because I’m worried about the L-fessor — it’s just that if the lecture is too poor, it’ll hurt me as a student taking the course.’
When she entered the lecture hall, the atmosphere was chaotic.
There were four hundred freshmen in total.
Half of them — two hundred students — were now packed into the lecture hall.
They all wore expressions brimming with anticipation and curiosity about how terrible the L-fessor’s lecture might be, and Katrine found herself frowning without meaning to.
‘The L-fessor may be disagreeable, but he’s hardly someone you lot should mock. His real problem is that he’s far too brilliant.’
Not that she was defending him, exactly.
But the atmosphere in the hall displeased her, and the thought came unbidden.
She wished the L-fessor would give a magnificent lecture and deflate these students’ arrogance.
…Though that seemed impossible this time around.
And then.
“Welcome to all. I’m Ban Ecclesia.”

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