The Academy’s Undercover Professor – 136



◈ Episode 136 Framework (2)

There was an awkward silence in the teacher’s room.

As I stared in silence Flora blushed and looked confused.

“Oh no. So this is…!”

“Are you confused?”

I didn’t think the conversation would progress if I left it like this so I spoke to her in a supportive manner.

“Yes. “I guess I was confused for a moment.”

“I made an uncharacteristic mistake.”

What happened?

I immediately thought of the framework a magical technique that uses magic power to construct [source code] in the palm of your hand.

In an instant a magic trick made up of pure white lines was created.

Flora Lumos’ pupils dilated when she saw the crystal-like object.

“Are you okay?”

I belatedly remembered Flora Lumos’ unique constitution.

Did you say that you feel magical power through different senses? As a result if it was too much my legs seemed to lose strength and I felt confused without realizing it.

It was similar to the so-called ‘Stendhal Syndrome’.

In response to my question Flora took a deep breath and nodded.

“are you okay.”

“Then that’s a good thing.”

I said and handed the framework to Flora.

“Put your hand here.”

She flinched for a moment perhaps remembering her mistake a moment ago but then did as she was told and held out her hand.

When the pure white framework touched her palm it was instantly absorbed and disappeared like snow melting in the sunlight.

“This is the framework….”

Flora muttered as if she was amazed by the feeling of the framework permeating her hands.

It must feel quite strange since the magic was applied directly to the body.

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“This is the end of the training. “If you’re done with your business let’s go out.”

“Oh I…”

“What’s going on?”

“You know the technique you showed me in your personal lab back then?”

“at that time?”

“When I fainted.”

Her voice was a little quiet as if she knew she was embarrassed.

I remembered the time Flora was talking about.

“Are you talking about Klein’s disease?”

Klein’s disease.

This is a technique that expands the existing magical magic into a higher dimension unlike drawing a three-dimensional picture.

If you think about it the Klein bottle technique itself has no magical meaning.

It’s just the result of an experiment I made to check how far the mysterious power called magic is possible.

“Why are you asking that?”

“There was something more I wanted to make other than the magic spell called Klein Bottle.”

“It looks like he secretly saw what was written on the blackboard at that time.”

Flora glared at me in a somewhat absurd manner.

“How can you not see something painted so blatantly?”

“Even so it is against etiquette to look at it. “It’s me so I’ll just let it go. Be careful with other people.”

“So what is the name of that magic spell?”

“You mean that?”

Perhaps what Flora Lumos was talking about was a magic technique with a more expanded concept than Klein’s bottle.

On the surface it appears to be made up of two cubes but in reality it is a 4-dimensional shape that is much more complex than that.

“Tesseract. “I call it that.”

“Tesseract?”

“Another name for it would be… yes it would be more correct to call it a hypercube.”

Of course even if you say this you won’t understand. It may be a difficult concept for people of today to understand.

However perhaps because she realized that the name alone was an unusual magic Flora Lumos asked me with a slightly trembling voice.

“What kind of magic is that? “What are you going to do with it?”

“well.”

At those words I blurted out vaguely.

Klein class and Tesseract. This is just research.

To what extent can the mysterious power called Mana be applied and how far can it be expanded?

Research to find out whether it is possible to interfere with the 3D present and the 4D space-time.

The hypercube research was a question directed towards that question and through the Klein bottle the answer to my question was decided to be ‘yes’.

So what should I do now with this answer I found out?

The answer… was already in my mind.

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However I cannot honestly say that to the student in front of me.

“It must be a quest into the unknown.”

This is all I can do for now.

“…That’s enough. “If you don’t want to talk don’t talk.”

Flora seemed to be unaware that I was making a fuss so she responded in a slightly sullen tone.

“Anyway I’ve received what I received so I’ll just go. take care.”

“okay.”

“Oh by the way that kid named Line.”

Flora who seemed to be leaving right away with her hand on the doorknob turned her head slightly and asked me.

“Did you and the teacher know each other?”

“Me? “Why do you think that?”

“I just thought it was something.”

“That’s just it. “That’s an uncharacteristic answer for a wizard who always needs to analyze.”

“…So you know or you don’t know?”

“I am a new teacher who has just been appointed here. There is no way that I have known the new students who entered school this time. Was this a sufficient answer?”

“I see. Oh and the last one.”

Considering that it is the last was this actually the main point?

“What else are you curious about?”

“Teacher aren’t you saying you’re not feeling well?”

“body? “What are you talking about?”

“It’s really okay right?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I answered because I really didn’t know but Flora still didn’t let go of her suspicious gaze towards me.

In the end it was Flora who raised her hand first.

“…I asked something pointless. “Please pretend you didn’t hear it.”

Flora shook her head as if she had asked something pointless. Her hair flowed softly as a result.

Flora left the teacher’s office immediately.

Why do you ask me if I’m not feeling well? Are you planning on giving me some healthy food?

‘I don’t know why you asked that.’

When I checked the clock hanging on one wall of the teacher’s office I thought it was a mistake.

‘this. ‘It’s already been so long.’

Flora Lumos suddenly came and unintentionally wasted a lot of time.

I left the teacher’s office in a bit of a hurry.

It was time to go to the Kingdom of Durman.

* * *

“It’s been a long time since I came to this country.”

Ludger finally reached his destination after a long train ride and muttered as he looked at the scenery unfolding before his eyes.

Has it been 5 years since the Bloody Night incident?

At that time my activities were centered around a city called Jebodang so it was actually my first time coming to such a remote village.

“This is true.”

In fact Hans sighed heavily.

“Why on earth do you have to come to me?”

“Because you are the right person.”

“What do you mean?”

“Wasn’t the role of gathering information yours?”

When Ludger asked that question Hans grumbled “That’s true but it’s true.”

Hans was confident in his intelligence. This is because its influence is not limited to just one city but extends to all countries.

But even so it wasn’t here.

“no. Is there anything I can salvage here?”

Hans looked disapprovingly at the ruins of what was once the most beautiful village.

Roteng which was completely destroyed by the great fire could no longer be called a village.

The charred marks were all erased over a long period of time but on the contrary there were dense plants growing there that had not been burned by human hands.

Vines and moss covered some of the remaining debris. The sound of grasshoppers echoing endlessly in the meantime.

It felt like looking at an old historical site.

Hans didn’t think he could salvage anything from a place like this.

“But it’s still there isn’t it?”

“What do you mean there is?”

“Survivor.”

It was reported that all the villagers died in the Great Roteng Fire but there were actually three survivors.

And one of those three still lives around here.

“If you knew couldn’t you just come alone?”

“Isn’t it best to be alone?”

“Are you serious?”

“Move.”

“…Ugh. “Let’s do that.”

Ludger and Hans walked through the thick grass that grew up to their waists.

The path that was supposed to lead to the village had been abandoned for a long time and was blocked by all kinds of plants.

When Ludger lightly stretched out his hand the wind blew and cleared the way.

Ludger and Hans searched through the ruined village of Roteng.

However all that was visible was densely grown grass and the survivor was not even visible.

“older brother. Didn’t that survivor get kicked out somewhere else? No matter how hard I search I can’t find it.”

“no. “That won’t be it.”

“Why are you so sure?”

“Look over there.”

Ludger raised his hand and pointed to one side.

A shabby hut appeared on the outskirts of the ruins. It was so small that it seemed safe to say it was a warehouse.

Unlike other ruins full of vines that house was the only one that was clean as if it had been in someone’s hands.

“I guess they live there.”

“uh? Is it really there? weird. “Why didn’t I see it?”

“It was hidden. “Don’t let anyone come and visit you without permission.”

“yes? “What do you mean?”

Hans who was puzzled saw Ludger walking ahead and hurriedly chased after him.

Ludger arrived in front of the cabin and knocked lightly on the door. But there was no answer from there.

I held the rusty handle and carefully pushed the door and it opened easily.

‘It wasn’t locked.’

When I opened the door wide a strange smell wafted out from inside.

‘This smells like oil painting.’

Ludger who had been active in various positions also had his own knowledge of art. He realized that this smell was the smell of pigments used in oil paintings.

The inside of the narrow cabin was filled with sunlight streaming in through a window on one side. There was dust fluttering around as if the ventilation was not good.

Ludger looked at the pictures that filled the walls and floor.

They were all landscape paintings painted in oil.

“Why are there so many pictures?”

Hans looked around the inside and looked a little bored when he realized that there was almost no room to move.

“It looks like there’s no one there?”

“I see.”

Ludger closed again.

It was confirmed that someone lived here but it seemed like they were away for the time being.

The car was wondering whether to wait for the owner to come or find out where it had gone.

Ludger slightly raised his head and looked into the distance.

“older brother? “What’s going on?”

“It’s over there.”

“ok? No wait! “Let’s go together!”

The reverberation of magical power can be faintly felt from afar. Ludger walked slowly after it.

The magic power flowing through the wind was not that far away.

On top of the hill adjacent to the back of the village.

On a high hill overlooking a now-vanished village a man was sitting quietly drawing something.

“older brother. Could it be that that person…?”

“It looks like I came to the right place.”

That person is one of the survivors of the Great Roteng Fire.

Ludger resumed his stopped steps.

As the distance got closer I was able to get a good look at the man.

A man with a frail appearance who appeared to be in his 30s was wearing shabby clothes with paint stains everywhere.

But what caught the most attention was the black eye patch around both his eyes.

‘Was he blind? But all the pictures of the cabin had colorful colors and beautiful shapes.’

Even though I approached him to check the man didn’t even glance at me. There is not even the slightest reaction.

It’s not an act or a trick. He was truly a blind man.

Ludger climbed the grassy hill as if the wind was blowing down and stood a stone’s throw from the man.

Rustle.

The man who was painting stopped his brushstrokes perhaps because he heard the sound of stepping on the grass.

“A guest has arrived. “What are you doing in a place like this?”

“I’m sorry if I interrupted your drawing.”

At those words the man smiled faintly and shook his head.

“no. “It was the car I was almost always drawing anyway.”

At those words Ludger glanced sideways at the picture. Surprisingly the canvas contained the ruins spread out at a glance at the bottom of the hill.

“Can you see everything?”

“no. I just felt it. A smell blowing in the wind. The sound of insects. The energy of nature touches your skin. “Even if you can’t see it if you live long enough you naturally come to know it.”

As the man said that he slowly put away his painting tools.

Ludger waited calmly next to me.

“Thank you for your patience. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been a guest and I’d like to treat you to a cup of tea… but my house is so messy I think that’ll be difficult.”

“It’s okay.”

Ludger shook his head and found a suitable place to sit.

However there was no space to sit around except for the appropriately sized rock where the artist was sitting.

Tung.

Ludger lightly stamped his foot. Then the ground suddenly rose up creating a place to sit.

Ludger sat there appropriately.

“…Are you a wizard?”

The painter seemed a little surprised perhaps because he sensed that Ludger had used magic.

Ludger chuckled at that reaction.

“Isn’t that common too?”

“General Picha? “What do you mean?”

Only Hans who was quietly eavesdropping did not understand.

“It means that the painter is also a wizard.”

“…You noticed. you’re right. “I am also a wizard.”

The reason Ludger was able to follow his traces of painting here in the first place was because of the magic he exuded while painting.

It was the same reason why Hans couldn’t find his house.

Because he hid the house through magic.

“I didn’t know that one of the few survivors of the Great Roteng Fire was a wizard.”

“I’m not at a level where I can boast about being a wizard. “I just learned a little bit from looking over my shoulder.”

“Besides that you know how to put magic into your drawings. “It’s something you can never learn through ordinary teaching.”

“It’s a skill I learned naturally after drawing for a long time. So may I ask how a great person like you came here?”

“Do you know anything about me?”

In response to Ludger’s question the painter shook his head.

“no. “I don’t know who you are.”

“But why did you call me a great person?”

“Even if you can’t see it there are things that you feel more clearly because you can’t see them.”

He stared at Ludger with a black eyepatch.

“The energy felt in the wind. The strange power it holds. And nature is telling us. “He is a hero who solved a terrible thing that happened in this country a long time ago.”

“I didn’t know you even had spirit affinity.”

“Let alone making a contract with a spirit I only know how to hear fragmentary voices. “It’s not something I would call grandiose.”

“It’s the same here. “To begin with I am not a great person who can be called a hero.”

The painter got straight to the point.

“So what brings you here?”

“The Great Fire of Roteng.”

The man trembled at Ludger’s blunt words.

“I heard there were survivors there.”

“yes. “I am that survivor.”

“There are three in total including that one.”

“….”

You knew that too. The artist’s eyepatch-covered face said so.

“Are you here because you wanted to know that?”

“Except for you who are the other two survivors?”

The sun began to set before we knew it. The sunset burned over the ridge staining the world in scarlet.

The wind blew from the west. A chilly wind carrying the chill of the night.

The shadows of the two people sitting facing each other stretched out.

“I wish you would tell me.”