The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82
Of course, Massacre Demon didn’t wait for my permission.
Crack!!
The Clown Mask melted into a puddle of blood.
A terrible shriek pierced the air, then fell silent just as quickly.
A deathly hush descended.
“…….”
I swallowed hard.
Massacre Demon was smiling at me—a bright, mischievous grin.
It was anything but innocent.
The look of a predator gazing upon prey.
“Hehe, finally we’re alone, Professor? You are a professor, aren’t you? You might not know this, but I’m actually your student. I’ve been waiting with clasped hands for a moment like this—just the two of us.”
Madness swirled in the depths of Massacre Demon’s eyes.
“From the moment I first saw you, Professor, I thought you were repulsive. Here at the auction, I pretended otherwise, but the truth is you’re incredibly kind, aren’t you? I know everything. You’re exactly the type I hate most. So now, I’m going to kill you.”
Splash. Splash.
In one hand, a glass beaker brimmed with poison; in the other, a turbid aura shimmered and twisted.
She was preparing to unleash Alchemic Magic—a fusion of magic and alchemy.
Combined with the Cheat Ability she kept hidden.
There was no way I could win against her.
As if on cue, a message appeared before me.
<Win rate in lethal combat against deranged serial killer>
– 0%
Absolute defeat.
A clean verdict.
But then—
<Win rate in disciplinary duel with murderous student>
– 100%
Zero percent and one hundred percent.
Opposite ends of the spectrum.
I studied the words of the message carefully.
‘Lethal combat’ and ‘disciplinary’.
The answer lay there.
It aligned perfectly with the approach I’d already conceived.
“The name you registered at the academy is Susan. You’re actually the infamous serial killer from the back alleys of the Slums in the Free City, aren’t you?”
“Hehe, that’s right. You’ve done your homework, haven’t you?”
“Yes, it’s a professor’s duty to know his students’ backgrounds. I’m aware you’ve only killed vile criminals so far.”
“!!”
“Because of that, some of the poor regard you as an instrument of justice—someone who eliminates the wicked that prey on them.”
Massacre Demon’s expression hardened slightly.
But it lasted only a moment.
Her playful killer’s smile returned at once.
“That’s nonsense. I only targeted those areas because cleanup was convenient. The truth is, I want to kill anyone—human or otherwise.”
“Is that why you’re reluctant to murder the innocent, making excuses for yourself?”
“…What kind of ridiculous talk is that.”
“Either way, your true nature is good. What matters is that you still have room for leniency.”
I crossed my arms.
“But if you cross the line here, I can no longer stand by your side. Will you still try to kill me?”
“Hehe, are you concerned for me even now? How admirable. Massacre Demon wants to kill you even more now, Professor.”
I watched her silently.
‘Can I truly change Massacre Demon?’
It was a difficult question.
An entire race had been slaughtered by human greed.
Yet I couldn’t simply stand by and do nothing.
‘If things go worst and she achieves her goal, over one hundred thousand lives will be annihilated.’
Not a hundred.
Not even a thousand.
A full hundred thousand.
Casualties on the scale of an entire city’s population wiped from existence.
I had to stop her, no matter what.
‘The simplest method would be to eliminate Massacre Demon beforehand.’
The predicted damage was too great to simply wait and see whether it would actually happen.
The problem was that it seemed impossible.
‘…How am I supposed to kill the Massacre Demon? A weakling like me wouldn’t even dare ask for mercy, much less expect it.’
There was another complication.
‘If this is Hard Mode, killing the Massacre Demon now might create problems down the line.’
Villainous protagonists didn’t spend all their time just trolling.
Now and then they actually helped resolve the scenario in their own way—if this were Normal Mode, the other protagonists could handle things without them, but in Hard Mode, that might not be possible.
A troublesome bomb I could neither leave alone nor safely eliminate.
“Hehe, Master. Enough of your tedious chatter—let’s have some real fun.”
Bang!
An Alchemic Burst.
A form of alchemy magic that detonates chemical compounds.
I threw up a shield, but it was useless—I flew backward from the blast.
“Now then, playtime begins♥”
Madness gleamed in her eyes.
She really was trying to kill me.
“A proper education does require the rod of love, after all.”
“Hmm? What nonsense are you muttering~?”
“This might hurt a little.”
The moment confusion flickered across her face—
A deafening sound tore through the air.
Crack! Crack!! Crack!!
Gunfire!
“!!”
The Massacre Demon’s eyes widened.
She had a shield already in place, but the bullets’ force was astonishing.
They shattered the shield in one volley, and—splurt!—her body drenched in blood, she was thrown backward.
Through the smoke, a clean-featured, handsome man appeared.
“I apologize for such an unconventional introduction. I am Eckman, Secretary-General of the Presidential Office of the Ran Republic.”
He was the man who had competed fiercely against me at the very end when the Massacre Demon was auctioned off!
His sudden appearance had a reason.
“Han Eclaesia, I have now fulfilled the favor you requested, so do remember the contract you made with our Ran Republic.”
During the banquet, we had struck a secret deal behind closed doors.
-I will solve the conductor problem in the project your republic is pursuing.
-Does that mean you’ll hand over the jewel clan?
-No—I’ll develop a new conductor theory instead. In exchange, when trouble arises soon, you’ll act according to my instructions.
This was the result of that contract.
Secretary Eckman glanced down at the fallen Massacre Demon.
“This gun is a legendary Magic Gun granted only to our Great Republic’s Chancellor, so once anyone is struck directly….”
“Owww, it’s Silphy, and it hurts. That stung, Master.”
“!!”
The Massacre Demon got to her feet, her face drenched in blood.
Despite her pained expression, three bullets had struck her dead-on, yet there wasn’t a single wound.
It was thanks to her Cheat Ability.
“No… How is this possible?”
“Hehe, Silphy’s just naturally pretty tough. But is that really all you’ve got?”
She tilted her head curiously.
“It’s so boring. Won’t you try a little harder to entertain me?”
“!!”
At the sight of that monster, Secretary Eckman took an instinctive step backward.
“I believe we should consider this contract void. I shall take my leave. Haha, I do hope you two enjoy your time together.”
“…You know, I’ve only just met you, but you’ve got quite the sense of humor. Wouldn’t happen to know a fellow named Hans or Linden, would you? I have a friend rather like yourself.”
“I’m merely a salaried civil servant, and I have no wish to gamble with my life!”
His refined features belied his panicked reaction.
…Truth be told, I was just as frightened, so I couldn’t really blame him.
“Hand over the item you brought, would you.”
“Yes, right here!”
The Gray Grimoire!
A true presidential secretary, indeed.
He’d come prepared with a plan to steal the auction item if things fell through—using the Hacking Magic Device he’d brought from the republic, he’d spirited away the Gray Grimoire.
“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave. You take care, student. I’m afraid I must go, so do enjoy your time with the professor, won’t you?”
Whoosh!
And with that, she truly vanished using the Escape Magic Device.
A chaotic entrance and exit.
Even the Massacre Demon wore a bewildered expression.
“Running away was a feint! Now brace yourself, monster!!”
A deep rumble echoed.
A Complex Magic Circle materialized near the Massacre Demon.
It was an extremely powerful containment array used for capturing creatures alive.
“Come now, Half Ecclesia! You understand these are expensive items, yes?! You’ve had everything your way, so now handle this yourself!”
The Massacre Demon’s expression was indifferent.
“Hmm. You can’t kill me with something like this.”
“I know I can’t kill you by conventional means. But there’s no particular need to kill you, either.”
I opened the Gray Grimoire.
It wasn’t for nothing that Alfonso had spent two years interpreting it—the contents were so obscure that even a Grand Master of Magic would find them dizzying.
But,
‘It’s all simple to me.’
My Grand Master of Magic ability pierces through the very nature of magic.
No matter how incomprehensible the contents, it was the same.
‘There must be a section I’m looking for.’
I flipped through the pages rapidly, scanning the text, and soon found what I wanted.
[Great Summoning of Otherworldly Beings.]
Of course, what I intended to do was not to summon great otherworldly beings.
Quite the opposite.
“If I can summon an existence from the Otherworldly Dimension into this world, then by reversing the ritual, I should be able to send something from here out into that realm instead.”
“!!”
“Ordinarily, a Human Sacrifice would be required as the offering, but since you’ve already killed far too many people, it seems unnecessary now. I’ll send you to the Otherworldly Dimension for a bit—go clear your head there.”
Blaze!
The Gray Grimoire blazed with light.
‘Perfect! No matter how monstrous she is, the Massacre Demon can’t withstand the power of the Gray Grimoire.’
Indeed, the Massacre Demon seemed to judge that struggling was futile, and simply watched with a furrowed brow as the Gray Grimoire poured forth its radiance.
“You realize you can’t imprison me forever, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“A few days will be enough. I’ll return soon and kill the professor.”
“Try it. It will be impossible.”
“!!”
“That was your last chance to kill me.”
That’s right.
I wasn’t recklessly banishing her to the Otherworldly Dimension.
I had a plan.
“Preparations were insufficient this time, so let’s postpone the proper lecture for next time. When you return, you’ll receive my instruction. You’ll come to hold true reverence for me.”
“What are you saying? Ha ha!”
Silpine burst into laughter.
Blaze!
The Gray Grimoire erupted with brilliant light.
“I’ll be back soon, so wait for me. I’m looking forward to your teachings, Professor♥”
With those words, Silpine vanished, and silence fell over the space.
‘It’s not truly over.’
I had merely bought a brief reprieve.
She would return before long, and by then I had to have prepared an ‘answer.’
‘What I’ve conceived may not be the right answer, but I hope it will be the best one I can offer.’
I let out a long sigh.
‘Now to head back.’
Fortunately, the unexpected disaster brought the dark auction to an early close, and I returned to the Free City, seeking out Liran.
“Here—the Gray Grimoire.”
“Um, um… benefactor.”
Liran seemed flustered.
It was unlike her.
The reason soon became clear.
“The client has arrived.”
“!!”
Alfonso had arrived!
At that same moment, a familiar voice reached my ears—one I’d heard before.
“Ha ha, it’s been ages. Have you been well?”
A distinguished middle-aged man in a gentleman’s suit.
I swallowed hard.
It was Alfonso, the patriarch of the Magic Family.
The true identity of Alfonso.

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