The Graduate Student Wants to Assassinate the Professor - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

Khalid swept his gaze across the students, his brow furrowing sharply.
“Is this all the Demon Race has to offer?!”
The students tensed at Khalid’s arrival, and Leoryna snapped to attention, delivering her report.
“According to the information I’ve gathered, there are currently eleven enrolled students, with two on leave of absence. I’ve summoned those who could assemble on short notice.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk….”
Khalid settled into the seat of honor with evident displeasure, crossing his legs while clicking his tongue in disapproval.
The students grew even more restless under Khalid’s visibly sour demeanor. Even Zargen, who typically appeared more composed than the others, narrowed his eyes uncomfortably in his presence.
Khalid surveyed the anxious students, then smiled wickedly.
Leoryna felt a foreboding chill wash over her. That smile always preceded troublesome announcements.
And indeed, she was right.
“Congratulations!”
Khalid clapped his hands sharply toward the students. Those who didn’t understand widened their eyes in confusion.
“You are chosen students.”
Chosen students? What nonsense is this?
Leoryna’s eyebrow twitched as Khalid swung his crossed leg back and forth, continuing.
“A special Demon Race course will be offered next semester. And you will all be required to complete it.”
The students’ faces hardened at his words. Leoryna swallowed her tears inwardly.
‘You don’t want this either? Neither do I. Now I have more course preparation to handle.’
“Um, Professor. That course is mandatory only for Demon Race students, correct? If we fail to complete it or receive a failing grade….”
Khalid cut off the short-haired student’s question, wagging his index finger side to side while clicking his tongue.
“Before you speak, tell me your name and department first. I don’t know who you are, but we’ll need to get along starting next semester.”
“Ah, my apologies! I’m Ishika Poltrun from the Magical Engineering Department.”
“Right, Ishika. To answer your question—you won’t graduate.”
At the prospect of not graduating, the students grimaced almost in unison.
“I’m aware that my courses have a reputation for being difficult. But didn’t I tell you? You’ve been chosen.”
Khalid smiled sinisterly.
“Want to know how to get an A+ in my class next semester?”
The students’ ears perked up involuntarily at his tempting words. Khalid took a deep breath and spoke with a serious expression.
“Use every connection you have to recruit eager, studious Demon Race applicants to the University Academy. Friends, friends of friends, family members, and distant relatives—everyone! Search as thoroughly as you can and spread the word that any Demon Race individual, regardless of academic background, can take the entrance exam for Halderion Academy. Bring in as many applicants as possible, and your grades will approach the highest marks.”
“Professor, what happens if we can’t bring in applicants? Oh, my name is Jargen Litogo, from the Physical Education Department.”
“Ah, don’t worry. It’s not mandatory.”
Khalid spoke in a soothing tone, smiling gently.
“Just study normally and take the exam. Normally.”
Several students who had taken his courses before buried their faces in their hands. Their grades in that subject had been disastrous.
But would the exam for this newly established course truly be easier, or would Khalid’s grading standards be lower? Doubtful….
“Um, so Professor Huaderica. I’m Deporta Sobia from the Pharmacy Department. Is that why you called us here?”
A large-framed Demon Race student asked, introducing himself.
“Surely you didn’t summon us just to announce something like this? If that were the case, I would have simply had Leoryna distribute a notice instead.”
“Then what is it for…?”
“We intend to hold a Demon Race Day celebration next week.”
At Khalid’s words, everyone’s heads tilted to the side in unison.
“There’s such a thing as Demon Race Day?”
Nelpi’s question was answered confidently by Khalid.
“I just created it.”
Leoryna, sensing something ominous, spoke carefully.
“What sort of event is this Demon Race Day celebration?”
“Oh, nothing much. Simply a matter of showcasing Demon Race history, demonstrating our unique magical techniques, and so forth—an event to help others understand what the Demon Race truly is.”
“Ah….”
The students’ gazes crossed with one another. They realized they were all thinking the same thing.
How tedious!
But Khalid’s next words made their hearts flutter with interest.
“I intend to make those foolish humans, elves, and dragons who look down upon us realize the superiority of the Demon Race and break their arrogance so thoroughly they never dare to act insolent again.”
“How exactly will you break their arrogance, sir?”
Sensing that merely spreading Demon Race culture would not humble the other races, and that something more must be involved, Leoryna asked. Khalid interlaced his fingers and rested his chin upon them.
“A Demon Race versus Other Races magical tournament.”
“Pardon?”
“In simpler terms, Demon Race members will face off against members of other races one-on-one to see who emerges victorious.”
“Ah….”
Leoryna narrowed her eyes, uncertain what to say, but the Demon Race students exclaimed with delight. Their eyes gleamed brilliantly.
They had all experienced overt discrimination simply for being Demon Race.
And the Demon Race possessed one particularly troublesome trait: they were genuinely committed to vengeance.
Though Khalid’s proposal did not constitute direct revenge for everything they had endured, the notion of breaking the arrogance of others was precisely the sort of sentiment that would satisfy the Demon Race.
“That actually sounds rather entertaining.”
Zargen muttered, and several others voiced agreement. The Timid Student, who had remained quiet until now, asked in a meek voice.
“Are we allowed to kill them?”
“Are you serious?”
To the seemingly frail student who posed such a tremendous question, Leoryna found herself objecting without thinking.
“If I permitted that, Oddrigo would kill me.”
At Khalid’s words, the Demon Race students all released disappointed sighs in unison.
‘These bloodthirsty creatures.’
“So we’ll accept applicants for one week, and in the meantime, we can prepare for the celebration.”
At Khalid’s words, Leoryna wept internally.
‘Damn it, my workload just increased again.’
Though Leoryna cursed inwardly, the Demon Race students already appeared brimming with enthusiasm.
‘Oh, Goddess Petila, please. No more trials, I beg you.’
Once again, Goddess Petila turned a deaf ear to Leoryna’s prayer.

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After dismissing the students, Khalid moved with purposeful energy. He began rummaging through the chaotic pile of objects scattered throughout my Professor’s Office, conducting a thorough search. Leoryna watched as I worked alone, moving things about, organizing, and installing without delegating any tasks to her. She asked with evident surprise.
“There’s nothing I can do to help?”
Khalid shook his head.
“You don’t know much about the Demon Race. If you fumble around and break something, I’d rather just do it myself.”
Leoryna nearly felt moved by Khalid’s surprisingly sensible remark.
“Now that you mention it, Professor, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask. When you speak of magic unique to the Demon Race, what exactly do you mean? I’ve encountered so few members of the Demon Race that I’m not entirely sure what kind of magic that entails. I’ve never seen you use anything like that either.”
“Ah, each Demon Race clan has magic passed down through their lineage. Most of it can only be wielded by members of that particular clan. Those students just now would each know at least one magic from their own family.”
“Then do you have magic from your own clan as well, Professor?”
At Leoryna’s question, Khalid hesitated before responding, opening his mouth slowly.
“I do have it… but it’s not something I can use in just any situation.”
“What is it? Couldn’t you at least tell me? I’m curious.”
“No, absolutely not.”
As Khalid continued to refuse, Leoryna found her curiosity only growing stronger.
Was it some tremendously powerful offensive magic? Or perhaps something beneficial for daily life?

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