The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 70

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Episode 70

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Mana Stone Handcuffs closed around Go Gyeol’s wrists.
Yeom Sa-hyeon remained seated on Go Gyeol’s back like a chair, carefully surveying the state of the Grand Hall.
Students were being escorted out under the guidance of the senior Professors who had regained consciousness first.
Most of them—all except the high-ranking students—were being carried out on stretchers or in the arms of others, and yet….
“Thank you for saving us, Professor.”
“Please come give a special lecture to our class too…!”
The students who retained even a shred of awareness spoke up.
“? Why would I.”
Sa-hyeon frowned openly.
Dealing with just the ones he’d picked up was already a headache.
Despite his glacial, nearly hostile response, the students—each wearing an expression as dreamy and distant as sleepwalkers—added their own pleas.
As the crowd gradually thinned and the hall fell quiet, Sa-hyeon finally pushed himself up from Go Gyeol’s back.
‘The situation seems wrapped up, more or less….’
Time to start gathering information.
Sa-hyeon tossed his leather gloves into his Inventory.
Then he knelt down and placed his hand atop Go Gyeol’s head.
“…Ugh!”
A pained moan escaped Go Gyeol’s lips.
The alien sensation flowing through Sa-hyeon’s fingertips.
Soon, Go Gyeol’s most recent memories began streaming into his mind.
As he traced backward through time—
His eyes narrowed sharply when they reached a certain point.
“Ha.”
A low chuckle escaped him.
‘So that’s how it happened.’
Sa-hyeon twisted his mouth into a smile and withdrew his hand from Go Gyeol’s head.
His gaze swept past the Tournament Arena, coming to rest on the VIP stands not far away.

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Meanwhile, Hae-seong, who had been helping evacuate the students.
He noticed Sa-hyeon’s eyes had turned red and, seized by an ill feeling, quickly glanced around at those nearby.
The Professors accompanying Hae-seong murmured in somewhat relieved tones.
“Looks like there are no students left in here?”
“Indeed. Whew, what a mess this is….”
“Shall we head out as well?”
“But… what do you think Professor Yeom is doing over there?”
Just as their attention began turning toward Sa-hyeon, Hae-seong urgently stepped in front of them.
“…Ah! It appears Professor Sa-hyeon is cleaning up the residual effects of Go Gyeol’s skills.”
In reality, he’s digging through Go Gyeol’s background, but—!
He forced his mouth into a smile as he continued.
“The Association said they’d send a response team right away, so I think we should be fine to leave.”
“Still….”
“Will he be alright alone?”
The Professors cast worried glances past Hae-seong, who stood blocking their view.
Having just witnessed Go Gyeol’s rampage firsthand, they seemed genuinely concerned.
Most of them had lost consciousness early on, so they never saw Sa-hyeon actually subduing Go Gyeol.
“…….”
“…….”
Ha Jae-yun and another Professor—the only two who had watched the entire scene unfold—remained silent.
Jae-yun, who had been quietly observing Sa-hyeon on the Tournament Arena, finally opened his mouth.
“He’ll be fine.”
He shrugged lightly.
“You saw it yourself. Stopping an iron pillar with one hand. He’ll manage.”
Though strictly speaking, he was the one who broke it in the first place, so it was his cleanup job anyway….
She closed her lips, swallowing whatever else she’d meant to say.
“You’re right. We should leave so Professor Yeom can be more comfortable.”
The Chancellor, standing with the other professors, quietly added his agreement.
‘He removed his gloves and placed his hand on his head—it looks like he’s using that Interrogator’s skill.’
If the professors caught on to Yeom Sa-hyeon’s true identity now, it would be a disaster.
Things had already gone wrong enough; there were problems piling up that needed managing, and she had no capacity to handle protests from the faculty on top of it all.
“Is that so?”
“Then let’s be on our way.”
The moment the Chancellor seized the opportunity, the professors nodded in agreement and began to move—
“Hey, Chancellor.”
A low voice resonated through the Tournament Arena.
“…Hey… Chancellor…?”
Ha Jae-yun turned around, doubting her own ears.
With his hand thrust in his pocket, Yeom Sa-hyeon’s gaze fixed precisely on the Chancellor confirmed that she’d heard correctly.
‘Hey’ and ‘Chancellor’—what an unlikely pairing of words.
Could they possibly exist in the same sentence?
The others felt the same way.
“…I didn’t mishear that just now, did I?”
“Speaking to the Chancellor like that….”
While the professors exchanged nervous glances and whispered among themselves.
‘…Damn it.’
The Chancellor’s heart lurched downward.
“You stay here and chat with me for a moment?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon tilted his head slightly.
God, those murderous eyes—look at them!
The Chancellor’s breath caught.
Around him, he could almost see the phantom sensation of cold air drifting up.
The Chancellor exhaled a short, trembling breath and cleared his throat, affecting composure.
“Well, shouldn’t we discuss this now? Is there really a need to clear everyone out first?”
“Is that so?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s lips curved upward.
“So it doesn’t matter if I just expose everything?”
“……!”
The Chancellor’s mind raced rapidly.
Did he find out what I learned from Go Gyeol’s mind? Should I deny it?
“…Chancellor, are you all right?”
When the Chancellor remained silent at his secretary’s question, the professors exchanged glances and began to stir uneasily.
“That attitude… Did the two of you already know each other?”
“What’s going on with the Chancellor?”
…Damn it, I can’t let suspicion grow like this.
The Chancellor forced his trembling lips upward and turned to face the professors.
“Ha ha, it’s nothing! Our Professor Yeom apparently has something separate to discuss about Go Gyeol.”
He gestured toward the exit.
“You’ve all worked hard, so let’s go rest inside.”
“Yes, yes….”
The professors, unable to hide their unease, reluctantly began to move.
As the professors filed out of the Grand Hall.
Tae Eun-o alighted lightly on the first floor.
“Huh? Is everything finished here too?”
“Thank you for your hard work….”
“Master, I’m back.”
Ha Jae-yun and Lee Yu-wol, who had been assisting with the evacuation of the second-floor Spectator Stands, returned and caught up.
Tae Eun-o grumbled in an aggrieved voice.
“Ugh~ The match being interrupted is seriously a shame! I was almost winning, and it just cuts off right there?”
“…Well, I think that’s not quite how it happened.”
A dry voice sounded from behind Tae Eun-o.
Tae Eun-o jumped back with a start.
“Yikes, you scared me!”
“!?”
Ha Jae-yun, equally startled, clutched his chest.
“Tae, Tae-jun? When did you…?”
“…I came with the rest of you.”
Tae-jun’s answer came out reluctant, but his eyes had already drifted back to Go Gyeol in the arena.
‘…Where did it go wrong?’
He’d been perfectly fine right up until the match.
But what were those veins crawling across his skin, mottled and discolored? And that strength from just moments ago—what was that?
‘And that Red Mist….’
It was a skill Tae-jun had never seen Go Gyeol use before.
‘…Could he…?’
His eyes narrowed as he stared at Go Gyeol.
“…!”
What’s that around his wrist?
Gray metal flashed in the light from Go Gyeol’s wrist.
‘Handcuffs…?’
Hae-seong’s pupils dilated.
Following Tae-jun’s gaze, he quickly moved to gather the students’ shoulders.
“Ha, ha… shall we head out? I hear Yeom Sa-hyeon has something to discuss with the Chancellor.”
“Still, we can’t just leave our instructor alone with that thing carrying such an unclean aura.”
Lee Yu-wol shot a sharp glare at Go Gyeol.
“Unclean….”
The unexpected phrase left Tae-jun at a loss for words.
“You’re in the way. Everyone out.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon narrowed his eyes in displeasure and jerked his chin toward the fallen Go Gyeol.
“Take him with you.”
“? Student Go Gyeol…?”
Hae-seong’s question hung in the air.
Wasn’t he about to interrogate him directly?
As Hae-seong squinted and examined Go Gyeol more carefully….
“…Sloth?”
Ha Jae-yun spotted it first and muttered.
The Summoned creature Sloth was perched on Go Gyeol’s chest, sniffing away.
Tae Eun-o tilted his head.
“Why’s he like that?”
Wheeze….
As if he’d inhaled the lingering remnants of the Red Mist, Sloth’s eyes had glazed over.
Hae-seong scratched his cheek—perhaps because they inhabited the same Spirit Realm.
“! My apologies!”
Lee Yu-wol immediately canceled the Summoning.
Squeak!
Sloth vanished with a reluctant cry.
The students, unable to withstand Hae-seong’s push and Yeom Sa-hyeon’s coercive glare, finally turned to leave.
Yeom Sa-hyeon issued one last instruction as Hae-seong’s back retreated into the distance.
“Keep them in the Medical Ward, and have Association people sent straight to me the moment they arrive.”
“Yes, understood.”
Hae-seong gave his firm acknowledgment and exited the Grand Hall last.
“…….”
Silence fell over the space.
Save for Go Gyeol sprawled pathetically across the floor, the vast Grand Hall now contained only Yeom Sa-hyeon and the Chancellor.
The cold, oppressive quiet seemed impossible in a place that, mere minutes ago, had thrummed with the warmth of hundreds of people.
“…Ahem.”
The Chancellor cleared his throat, striking first.
“It seems there’s been some misunderstanding, Professor Yeom….”
“What makes you think I know anything?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon let out a hollow laugh.
Not a trace of courtesy in his bearing.
“…….”
The Chancellor exhaled sharply through his nose.
Right. Now that they were alone, there was no point dancing around it. Direct assault.
“What exactly do you know?”
“Well….”
Yeom Sa-hyeon let one corner of his mouth curl upward as he drew out his words.
“Where should I even begin.”
…….
The implication was clear: there were more than one or two things to recite.
The moment the Chancellor wetted his lips and clenched his molars hard.
Yeom Sa-hyeon opened his mouth.
“‘This is the kind of Mana Stone that’s been circulating underground these days….'”
……!
“‘Since the components don’t violate the Match regulations, it should be fine,’ you said, didn’t you.”
…….
“So where did the Mana Stone in that envelope come from.”

‘You don’t want to win?’
‘This is the kind of Mana Stone that’s been circulating underground these days.’
‘Don’t worry. Since the components don’t violate the Match regulations, it should be fine.’

The Chancellor’s fists clenched tight.
He felt a strange illusion, as if his own voice were overlapping with itself.
Shame and fear surged up simultaneously.
‘This bastard knows.’
Every word of the conversation between Go Gyeol and himself—not a single syllable out of place, crystal clear.
‘But….’
Not all of it.
As that thought reached him, the Chancellor regained his composure.
“…Yes, that’s right.”
There was someone behind it all—someone Go Gyeol’s memory could never reveal.
No matter how skilled an Interrogator might be, if he simply yielded and confessed, they couldn’t force anything more out of him by law.
This was the Academy, after all, and rules and regulations were rigorously upheld here.
“That envelope Professor Yeom saw… Yes. It’s true I handed it over.”
He shifted his expression shamelessly.
“But I don’t know where it came from either. I received it anonymously as well.”
As he finished speaking, a thin, cold laugh seeped through Yeom Sa-hyeon’s tightly sealed lips.
‘Sneering at me?’
The Chancellor’s brows furrowed sharply with displeasure.
Yeom Sa-hyeon shifted his weight to one leg and spoke in a voice tinged with a sigh.
“Usually in situations like this, coming clean is easier on everyone….”
“I am telling you the truth.”
At the Chancellor’s confident retort, Yeom Sa-hyeon let out a hollow laugh and narrowed one eye.
“There’s one thing you’re misunderstanding….”
…….
“After five years in the Prison dealing with nothing but criminal trash, you develop a particular skill.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon began to move slowly down toward where the Chancellor stood in the Tournament Arena.
With each step closer, the oppressive aura grew thicker.
The Chancellor held his breath.
Like prey standing before a predator, his limbs trembled of their own accord.
Yeom Sa-hyeon came to a stop directly in front of him.
“Just by watching a man’s mouth move, I can read whether he’s telling the truth or spinning lies to save his own skin—no Skill needed.”
…….
“Whether what you’re saying is real, or whether you’re lying to survive.”
“That’s, that’s unreasonable….”
The Chancellor couldn’t finish his sentence.
His jaw went rigid at the sheer killing intent radiating from the man before him.
Yeom Sa-hyeon leaned in close, his eyes meeting the Chancellor’s blanched face directly.
“Try not to scream, if you can help it.”
His tone was light, almost gentle.
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s large hand came down over the Chancellor’s head.
His ash-gray eyes began to ripple with blood-red light.
And then—
“Aah, aaahhhhhhh!!”
The Chancellor’s anguished screams echoed alone through the empty Grand Hall.

S-rank Instructor Devours the Academy: Chapter 70

Author
Baek Ru-ga
Publisher
Daon Creative
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