The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 94

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Chapter 94
A man in a white suit.
The professors murmured amongst themselves.
“Shinsa—a Level 7 Master-class Black Mage?! Of all times for this.”
Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t matter.
Rare though it was, Rubinesse Academy did have a few Level 7 Master-class professors on staff.
But now, with Phase 4’s Phantom Break unleashed, they simply had no reserves to spare.
And that wasn’t all.
-Heh heh, I do hope you’re all pleased with the gift our Black Tower has prepared.
Whoooosh.
Dark mana rippled from Shinsa’s body.
A massive surge of power, like a tidal wave undulating through the air.
It wasn’t power from Shinsa alone.
“Ah! Great Demon! Please accept my soul!”
“Bear my soul to paradise!”
Black mages appeared throughout the city and drove daggers into their own throats.
A ritual amplification through Human Sacrifice!
Shinsa let loose a maniacal laugh and began chanting the incantation.
-Wail forth! Pitiful dead! Blessed by the great Demon’s grace, devour all your enemies gathered here!
Carnival of the Dead.
A berserk spell targeting spectral entities.
The problem was its power.
Phase 4’s Phantom Break.
Power amplification through Human Sacrifice.
Even the Demon’s blessing stacked atop it.
All of it synergized into a catastrophe beyond comprehension.
-KYAAAAAAGH!!
“Ahhh! The specters’ strength has—?!”
The ghosts’ power surged forward tier by tier.
They had already been struggling to hold the line, and now their full strength was being overwhelmed.
But the calamity wasn’t finished.
Boooooom.
“What—what is that sound?”
“A trumpet? From where? Outside the walls?”
The guards stationed atop the ramparts exchanged panicked glances.
They looked outward, but a dense fog obscured their vision beyond a single stride.
“Wait—is that a black shadow there?”
“Can’t see it clearly enough.”
“No, look closer! There’s definitely something!”
Then it happened.
Boom!
The city gate shuddered as if struck by a colossal hammer.
The fog lifted for an instant, and the truth was revealed.
“It’s an undead army!!”
“Where did they come from so suddenly? Could it be—the Cult’s Undead Summoning?”
“It’s the Knight of the Dead!”
Crack!
The rampart crumbled to dust.
The Cult’s high priest, the Knight of the Dead, rode into the city atop a headless mount.
-Oooooh.
The undead legion followed in his wake.
Few in number, yet each one a high-ranking undead.
Against a military already stretched thin holding back the Phantom Break’s specters, this was a catastrophe they had no power to resist.
-There are many who shall become new believers.
The Knight of the Dead swept his covetous gaze across the soldiers near the broken wall.
“Run! They mean to kill us and raise us as undead—to drag us by force into their Cult!”
-Flight is futile. All of you shall abandon your pitiful lives and submit to the Cult’s glory.
The Knight of the Dead advanced with leisurely steps.
There was no rush.
After all, the Free City was teeming with prey.
There will be no shortage of those who convert to our Cult.
But then the Knight of the Dead tilted his head in puzzlement.
‘Why is it so quiet?’
It wasn’t just the streets that were silent.
There were no signs of life inside the buildings either.
As if they had been deliberately emptied.
‘…Emptied?’
That was when it happened.
Suddenly a figure appeared and blocked their path.
“Stop.”
The Knight of the Dead tilted his head.
The figure wore a robe, making it difficult to discern the face clearly, but the aura felt unremarkable.
‘A mage? Barely 2-Star Rank apprentice level.’
The aura of the figure before him was hardly worthy of being called a proper 2-Star Rank. He had only just barely scraped by to reach that level.
It was laughable.
-So you wish to die quickly and join our Cult, do you? I shall grant your wish at once.
Whoosh!
Black energy rose up and surged toward the figure.
The Knight of the Dead was Level 6.
As a Necromancer, his direct attack spells were weaker compared to his level, but they were hardly something a 2-Star Rank apprentice mage could block.
Yet.
Clang!
Two stars bloomed, and the Knight of the Dead’s spell was intercepted.
Perfectly.
‘What? Did I miscalculate?’
The Knight of the Dead furrowed his brow.
Treating it as mere chance, he unleashed his attack spell once more.
But it was the same.
Two stars blocked the assault.
Only then did the Knight of the Dead perceive the shape of the stars his opponent had woven.
Utterly incomprehensible.
They were stars bearing a complexity he could never have imagined for a 2-Star Rank.
His opponent spoke.
“Is that all you have?”
Arrogant.
The voice of someone who, despite being a mere 2-Star Rank apprentice, regarded him as beneath their feet.
What surprised the Knight of the Dead was his own reaction.
-!!
A chill ran down his spine.
A surge of danger washed over him.
He could not leave that one standing.
-All of you, strike him down!
-Rraaahhh!
The undead surged forward, but something unforeseen occurred.
“Got you.”
With that contemptuous laugh.
The unexpected happened.
Twang! Crack!
Arrows.
Arrows inscribed with the blessing of Holy Magic, the very opposite of undeath.
-What? Fall back!
But it was too late.
Shriek!
Blades flashed through the mist, and the undead fell.
Only then did the Knight of the Dead realize that presences he had not sensed before now surrounded him.
‘A trap!!’
While his attention was fixed on the figure before him, he had been encircled!
-How amusing. Against the devoted followers who have joined our Cult, such tricks are—
But the Knight of the Dead’s mouth fell silent.
The undead he had brought were the Cult’s elite.
Normally, he would be untouchable by common soldiers or knights.
But each time the blade flashed, the undead crumbled to dust.
It meant the opponent was no ordinary foe.
-Wait. Surely you’re not…?
Only then did the figure emerge from the mist.
A white eagle.
A symbol of renown.
The White Eagle Knights.
The elite order of knights from the Ecclesia Family, among the Empire’s finest!
“Now do you understand? All your wickedness pales beneath the light of this Ban Ecclesia.”
The man—Ban Ecclesia—stepped forward with deliberate grace.
As the hood fell away, a face of cold, dangerous pride was revealed.
“If you comprehend, kneel and pay homage to my radiant magnificence.”
The Knight of the Dead clenched his fists.
This was critical.
‘No. There’s a way.’
The Knight of the Dead studied Ban.
The real threat was the Ecclesia Family’s knights, not this babbling fool.
The man was barely a 2-Star Rank novice.
‘I’ll take him hostage and neutralize the White Eagle Knights!’
With that resolve, he drew his power up to maximum with a surge.
As a Necromancer, direct magical combat was his weakness, but he had no doubt he could easily subdue someone like Ban.
But,
he should not have thought so.
He should have remembered the star Ban had drawn moments before.
The price of carelessness was steep.
Thud.
Suddenly, the flow of mana stopped.
The Knight of the Dead’s eyes widened at something incomprehensible.
‘How…?’
Ban’s arrogant gaze filled his vision.
“Foolish creature. Though I suppose my brilliance is simply too dazzling for the likes of you to grasp.”
Ban raised his hand.
“Let hell itself tremble at this Ban Ecclesia’s magnificence.”
Shut your mouth!
The Knight of the Dead tried to move his mana again to strike, but it was useless.
Strand by strand, the threads of mana severed, and in that instant—
Flash.
A beam of light blazed forth.
The Knight of the Dead’s head flew from his shoulders.
* * *
‘No! What is this! The Black Tower and the Cult moving at the same time?’
Already stretched thin by Phase 4, I was barely holding against even one of the three evils, and now the worst had come to pass.
‘Though I did manage to snuff out the Cult’s flames beforehand.’
They crumbled with anticlimactic ease, but the truth is the Cult are terrifyingly formidable.
The Cult’s true strength lay in Conversion.
They transform victims into undead using the Cult’s Divine Authority, immediately turning them into their own forces.
Therefore, the longer time drags on, the more exponentially the damage compounds.
‘Reaching 2-Star Rank became a great asset. I could stand against him, if only for a moment.’
For the record, I didn’t defeat him alone.
Amanda was hiding in secret, and while I disrupted his focus, she seized the opening and struck his throat.
So what I actually did was merely bind his mana for a brief interval.
‘Though that was only possible because he’s a Necromancer—vulnerable in direct magical combat.’
Had he been a proper Level 6 mage, I would never have managed to interfere with his mana so easily.
‘His real power is the undead, and the White Eagle Knights had those completely sealed. That’s the only reason I could touch him at all.’
Even so, my ability to disrupt his mana had strict limits—a mere moment before collapse. Any longer, and I would have been in dire straits.
‘Yet this is something I could never have attempted before.’
Even though the opponent’s true strength was completely restrained.
And even then, it was only for an instant.
Without any tricks, pure magical force alone had prevailed.
‘I might be able to hold my own against up to Level 4 opponents in a direct confrontation now.’
Back when I was at 1-Star Rank, I could barely manage Level 2 or 3 in a straightforward fight without tricks—so in a way, I’d grown tremendously.
‘The trouble is, the enemies showing up are far more powerful.’
A familiar voice swallowed a sigh.
“Ban, are you all right?! You stepped in. You prevented a terrible catastrophe.”
It was Professor Bernstein!
He rushed over to me, his expression full of admiration.
And then came this:
[As expected! I knew I could count on you, Professor Ban!]
It was the former Chancellor Randolph.
There in the sky, locked in combat with high-tier specters, he still took the trouble to send a message spell through the chaos.
‘…It’s a bit burdensome. Would you mind not calling me Professor Ban so often?’
I shook my head.
This wasn’t the time to sweat the small things.
“What’s the situation?”
“Not good, but we’re holding on. Did you have something to do with the Security Forces being issued anti-specter magical equipment?”
“…Something like that.”
Strictly speaking, I’d emptied Emily’s wallet.
I’d also squeezed a little sponsorship out of Wilhelm, a student in my class whose father was wealthy.
It was a precaution I’d taken on a whim, but now that the specters had gone berserk because of the Black Tower mage, I was reaping the benefits handsomely.
‘And I’d asked Lyran to guard the Slums.’
Messages came through from Gordon and Mariam as well.
[Professor Ban, thank you. Without you, the Security Forces would’ve taken catastrophic losses.]
[You’re not the most endearing younger sibling, but I have to admit—you did well this time.]
[How can you be so wise! You really are our Professor Ban!]
…I’d ignore that tiny message from the former Chancellor Randolph.
“The White Eagle Knights will lend a hand against the specters as well.”
“That takes a weight off. What will you do?”
I turned my gaze away.
“I’ll return to the Academy and check on the students to make sure they’re safe.”

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