The Academy’s Undercover Professor – 87



◈ Episode 87: Daily life after exams (1)

For students exams are usually perceived as an irritating event.

Amidst extreme tension they become competitive towards each other.

It is bound to be tiring both mentally and physically.

However like the sweet rain that falls after a drought the feeling of liberation that came when the three-day exam was completely over was something that cannot be expressed in words.

“and! “It’s finally over!”

“Wow. “It was really hard for three days and I thought I was going to die.”

The first to be overjoyed are Seorn’s first-year cadets who entered school this year.

First exam. And the first feeling of freedom.

It was quite meaningful for freshmen.

However even if you are a senior you do not become indifferent in this situation so the feeling of liberation after the exam can be said to be a common denominator for all students.

“hey. “How was your test this time?”

“Don’t even talk. “I felt completely lost.”

“I hope the ranking is at least mid-level.”

“What is middle rank? Even those in the lower ranks will have to deal with it.”

Naturally the main concern of the students gathered in groups and chatting all over the campus was the test results.

How was this test who did well and which teacher’s test was the easiest and most convenient?

If I know which teacher’s test is reasonable I will aim to complete that teacher’s class for next semester’s classes.

“Cursing and doing things aren’t my style.”

“I think I’m more suited to releasing magical power.”

“Next time I’ll have to focus on alchemy.”

Students who have gone through the first test will now be starting to get the hang of it.

Did you choose a bad class or a good class?

Among them of course there were teachers whose names came out.

“Mr. Merilda’s test was okay this time. “It was a theoretical part about drug manufacturing and it was detailed and good.”

“Mr. Selina the test was very simple. “As long as you make a contract through communication with the spirit you will definitely pass.”

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“hey. That’s only for students who meet the basic requirements for taking elemental science classes. People with low agreeableness can’t do it. “I should study golemology or something.”

“I heard that a certain group of enthusiasts are so good at Golem Science that it’s hard to get to the top?”

“Don’t even talk. “There are so many people wearing glasses and just fiddling with machine parts and muttering.”

“What is the magic number?”

“Isn’t that just pure talent?”

There was a hot topic that emerged among students who were solving their own ‘story’ about whether this test was good or bad.

“Did you hear the news? “This is Mr. Ludger Chelisi’s exam.”

“uh. “I heard you had a really hard time paying it?”

“I heard it’s not just that it’s difficult but I couldn’t solve it properly even though I took the open book test.”

“and. “Then there must have been a lot of gossip right?”

“no. They actually said that wasn’t the case. It’s difficult but is there something good about it? Reasonable? Anyway that’s how it felt. Moreover they said that the questions were based on exactly what was taught.”

“Teacher Ludger was in the manifestation class right?”

“uh. “It overlaps with teacher Chris Benimore.”

Originally Chris Benimore who was in charge of first-year students and Ludgar Chelish who was in charge of second-year students did not clash with each other.

However since Ludger accepted first-year students from the first class the two could not avoid comparisons.

“Chris how was your test?”

“Don’t even talk. “They gave a test on a part they didn’t even teach.”

“really? “I wonder how much it is.”

“When I heard about it it was said that it was a course that you had to be in the 3rd year or higher to learn. And I just made a difficult bet. “It was ridiculous really.”

“and. “You’re crazy.”

“Don’t say anything. The test paper was full of technical terms I had never seen before. You should be able to write whatever you try to get at least partial credit. Ehyo. I really regret it. I should have just taken Mr. Ludger’s class. “Did you take Mr. Ludger’s class?”

“uh. I was really lucky. “Someone praised it a lot in <Akashic Records> so I just picked it with some hesitation and it turned out to be a hit.”

“hey. Is it really true that Teacher Ludger will teach you the source code magic if you rank in the rankings?”

“I don’t know that yet right? “I heard that if you consistently rank in the top 5 you will learn complete source code magic.”

“I’m jealous. Still you have an award that gives you that motivation. We don’t have anything like that. Ugh. “No matter what commoners shouldn’t be like this so what should I do?”

Chris Benimore’s classes which were authoritarian and dismissive of commoners were not very popular with students.

Except for a select few students who benefit from him Chris’s classes are not only difficult but also frustrating.

Students who had taken the class because of their high GPA had no choice but to sigh day after day because the class was completely different from what they had imagined.

“I will definitely be taking Mr. Ludger’s class next semester.”

“That must be difficult?”

“why?”

“There are so many competitors. Everyone would be lining up to take Mr. Ludger’s class. “Unlike other teachers we even rarely hire teaching assistants.”

“Oh really. “I have to take a manifestation class next semester as well so what can I do?”

“You should take care of that.”

* * *

A spacious teacher’s room decorated with colorful decorations.

Chris Benimore the owner of the place looked at the worksheet in his hand and immediately distorted his face fiercely.

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“Ludger Chelsea….”

The name muttered in a voice dripping with hatred is that of an irritating human being that comes to mind again and again even in dreams.

Chris Benimore was unable to cool down the anger boiling in his heart when he saw the test questions that Ludger had asked this time.

-Mr. Chris. Thank you for your hard work on the test questions. Now here’s this!

A test paper handed to him by Dean Elisa Willow who suddenly appeared.

Before he could ask what it was Elisa smiled brightly at him.

– Teacher Chris is also in charge of the manifestation class this time right? So I’m giving it to you because I think it will help me during my next exam. You don’t have to say thank you.

Chris Benimore immediately knew what the test questions the president had handed him were or rather who they belonged to.

Ludger Chelsea.

This was the question that the hateful man asked for the first test.

His eyes scanned the contents faster than he could wonder why it was given to him.

Chris Benimore is also a wizard who seeks the truth.

It was natural for him to be curious about the questions that were asked by a teacher other than himself.

Chris Benimore who had gone through all 20 questions in 10 minutes had no choice but to crumple the test paper with his hands.

“Holy shit!”

He realized why the president had handed him this test paper.

‘Are you asking me to imitate Ludger Cellisi’s test questions?’

How can we not know the intention behind the president’s words?

This is a test paper that was handed out to you with the direct message ‘Please refer to it.’

The fact that he handed over not just a test paper created by teacher Seo-reun a few years ago but a test paper prepared by a new teacher who was appointed with him this time.

It was the president’s sinister intention to blatantly check the side that favored aristocratic students.

‘Damn it! ‘Why should I the eldest son of the Benimore family go through such misery?’

Crash.

Chris couldn’t hold back his anger and gritted his teeth.

He grew up as a nobleman learned magic and grew into the empire’s elite.

He was even appointed as a teacher at Seorn Academy the best educational institution that nurtures wizards responsible for the future of the continent.

Although he was a member of the family he would not have been able to come if his skills were not sufficient.

Chris was proud of his life.

He was convinced that he was a talented person who would play a leading role in the era.

That’s why.

Blatant comparison with someone else was something he couldn’t bear as his pride was sky-high.

no. It’s okay to compare. However I am just angry that the result is that I am far short of myself.

‘Are you comparing me to a fallen nobleman who isn’t even a great opponent?’

The president’s tone of voice even made it seem as if he was clearly saying that this group was lower than Ludger.

Even if she wasn’t a higher-ranking wizard than him Chris would have criticized her outright.

But what made Chris Benimore angry more than anything was the content of Ludger’s test.

I don’t want to admit it but the problems he created were of such a high level that I had no choice but to admit it.

‘Is this a problem created by fallen nobles or something?’

What really angered him was another reason.

The moment he saw Ludger Cellisi’s problem which he had ignored and looked down on so much he unconsciously acknowledged it.

The fact that he and not anyone else had acknowledged that the person who should be under his feet was a huge wound to Chris’s pride.

This cannot happen.

“Ludger Chelsea…!”

Chris Benimore moaned his name as if he were chewing it up.

I didn’t like him from the first time I met him.

After making a bet under the pretext of a student sparring and losing Chris came to hate Ludger more than anyone else in the world.

‘For now I am quiet but I will make sure to pay for this humiliation. Hit it with a boat too!’

Among them what Chris was thinking about was the day when the <Magic Festival> was held.

When outsiders came to visit I planned to give him a crushing sense of defeat in front of everyone.

To do that I had to find his weaknesses. Or even other information would have been good.

Chris Benimore communicated with his family using a magic crystal ball.

“I am.”

* * *

Line walked down the street carrying a lunch box.

Originally I was supposed to have a meal with Erendir after the test was over but Erendir who had particularly messed up this test became depressed and stayed away so I ended up eating alone.

‘I hope you get well soon.’

Still I was worried about Erendir because Rine had such a good personality.

She was walking briskly thinking that the exam was over and that she could relax a little but stopped in her tracks.

That’s because he ended up face to face with a gang of nobles he didn’t want to meet.

“So that’s where I… huh?”

Moreover the other person immediately recognized this person and smiled.

Two men and two women.

Among them the delinquent-looking man with dull blond hair who was at the forefront was not someone she was happy with.

Santoni Oatmus.

Santoni is a noble from a count family and has been harboring a grudge against her ever since he confessed to her not long ago and was dumped.

“Hey. Who is this? “You are a commoner who lives in a very proud and noble life right?”

“….”

“Oh what. Are you not accepting my greeting? “Do you feel sad about this?”

Instead of answering Line tried to avoid the gang but Santoni did not want to let Line go.

Santoni chuckled and blatantly blocked Line’s path.

“…Please move out of the way.”

“What? “I can’t hear you very well?”

“Are you still holding a grudge against me for confessing back then? “He’s so narrow-minded that it’s really a shame to call him a nobleman.”

Line also responded harshly to the opponent’s blatant argument.

To begin with she wasn’t the type of person to force herself to bow down just because someone told her to.

I actually got into a fight with Dunema Romle at the training ground because I said something.

“You you…!”

When Line revealed his dark history Santoni’s expression became grim.

He glanced around. To begin with this area is near a sparsely populated artificial park where not many other people come and go.

Soon a sadistic smile appeared on his face.

“Follow me.”

“What is it! “Let go of this!”

Santoni forcibly grabbed Line’s wrist and dragged her into the park.

Line resisted desperately but there was nothing he could do about the difference in power.

Moreover the other students who were with Santoni also laughed and said that it was fun to see her in pain perhaps because they had always looked down on Rine.

“Isn’t it the nobleman’s job to educate arrogant commoners?”

“What? “Aaaah!”

Santoni dragged Liné to a place where no one else would go and pushed her to the floor.

Liné fell helplessly to the floor and the lunchbox she was holding in her hand was rolling around on the floor.

Her lunch which she had packed inside spilled on the floor.

Line raised her eyes at Santoni.

“…Do you know what you did just now?”

“Hey. Look at their eyes? “Do you still not understand what situation you are in?”

“….”

Santoni expected Line to tremble and beg in front of him saying he was sorry.

However contrary to his expectations Liné instead glared at him venomously.

Facing her unwavering eyes Santoni felt as if he had become a miserable person.

Suddenly I remembered the time when I confessed to her because I was attracted to her appearance and then got dumped.

“How dare you raise your eyes at me?”

A dirty commoner.

I treated him kindly because he said he had a decent appearance so he crawled up?

“This is why commoners need education.”

Freuden took out a staff from his belt and pointed it at Rine.

There are no witnesses. There was no need for anyone else to come here.

It was the moment when magic power gathered in Freuden’s staff.

“What are you doing now?”

Santoni quickly turned his head at the sudden voice.

There was a man with his arms crossed and his shoulders leaning diagonally against a tree in the garden.

Pale-looking skin and sharp eyes. And even dark blue hair.

Santoni who was of noble birth immediately recognized who he was.

“Freuden Ulburg?”

Although he is Seorn’s second year he is the leader of the noble faction and is both an object of reverence and a symbol of fear.

He was staring at me with a sharp gaze.

“Why on earth are you here?”

“That’s strange. I asked the question first. And I haven’t heard back yet.”

Freuden’s gaze went back and forth between Line who had fallen on the floor and Santoni who was pointing his cane at Line.

“I ask again. “What are you doing now?”

His voice was colder than ever before.