Chapter 165: A Walking Textbook (1)

Chapter 165: A Walking Textbook (1)

A Walking Textbook (1)

I felt a warm and beautiful feeling after leaving the dormitory after a long time, although it had actually only been just a week. Now, it was time to return to being Prosecutor Carl Krasius.

[Congratulations on your release.]

Jerk.

But that warmth suddenly cooled. That damned Crown Prince mustve been excited about sending this message and timing it just right. Does he have nothing better to do?

But then again, I should put myself in his shoes. If the Crown Prince was going to be released today after being put under probation by the emperor, then I could somewhat understand why he was doing this. After all, I would have done the same. I cant stand being taunted.

Release, my foot.

I wish he would use the proper way to word it, though. It wasnt imprisonment; it was just probation. Why was he acting like it was imprisonment when he was the one who decided on probation?

I couldnt even laugh it off because writing just one more report would land me in the actual prison. Were the capitals prisons warm?

Even if it were, it would probably be colder than my communication crystal.

[Youve been through a lot.]

[Ive heard youre returning to work. Please let me know if you need anything.]

[There havent been any issues for the past week. Please return at your ease.]

The influx of messages warmed up my communication crystal. In turn, my heart regained its warmth.

This was how it should be. This was the right way to send greetings. My time at the academy wasnt wasted, after all.

These are coming from people Ive known for less than a year.

The Principal, the Vice Principal, and Villar were people I only met in March. Ive seen the Principal at official imperial events, but we only exchanged greetings.

Compared to that, Ive known the Crown Prince for two years, but what a piece of work he was.

[Congratulations to the end of your third penalty! Ill give you tofu if you come to the capital!]

I quietly put away my communication crystal after seeing the message from the 1st Manager.

I was reminded again that there was a worst among the worst.

***

I promised Marghetta that she would be the first person I would visit after my probation ended. Though there was that small incident where the demon of lust influenced me, a promise was still a promise.

How can a person build trust if they cant even keep such a small promise?

You really came here first?

I promised Mar, so of course Im here.

Besides, I didnt really have anywhere else to go apart from the club room. I suppose she overestimated my range of activities.

Fufu, thank you.

But I didnt want to ruin Marghettas happiness, so I held back any unnecessary comments.Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

Meeting Carl is good, but please make it so that I dont have to come looking for you first.

Ill try.

She made a somewhat grumpy request for me not to undergo another bizarre probation at the academy.

I replied that I would try, but it was honestly not up to me. The Crown Princes mindset was beyond my comprehension.

Moreover, Marghetta wouldnt be able to come looking for me even if she wanted to if I was penalized with regular probation or imprisonment.

There wouldnt be a need for her to look for me.

The prison was in the capital. Since Marghetta was a student, she wouldnt even be able to attempt a visit.

Anyway, it was no different from a monkeys paw wish.

Of course, I didnt say this out loud.

After lounging around for a few more hours, I headed to the club room. I wondered if she would bring up the polygamy topic like yesterday, but she didnt mention it. Why that came up in the first place remained a mystery to me.

***

My steps to the club room felt light. Finally, it was the day oppa was released.

No, he wasnt released. It was just the end of his probation. Rutis kept calling it released, so I ended up saying it too.

I mustnt make a mistake.

Talking about release in front of oppa, who likely felt bitter about being put on probation, would only deepen his wounds. Thats something I absolutely cannot do.

It would be embarrassing to make a mistake in front of him when I havent seen him in a while. Although I visited him every day, seeing him in the club room felt different.

So, this peace was no different from the calm before the storm. Thankfully, it hadnt led to a situation where the incompetent one was revealed yet.

Itll work out somehow.

Ive been worrying alone while living the life of an Academy Prosecutor for several months. I suppose I was starting to learn how to think positively.

Yes, it would work out somehow. After all, I wasnt the only civil servant at this academy.

Thinking that while taking a bite of a cookie surprisingly soothed my mind.

Thanks, you jerk.

Months of struggling and then being under probation made me realize that what I needed to do was to let go.

Could it be that the Crown Prince took on the role of the villain to give me this realization?

Its complicated, isnt it?

Is it because the names are different from ours?

Voices broke through my reverie.

Turning around, I saw the members fidgeting with pens instead of their usual flour and eggs.

Theyre hard at work.

There was always that teacher who enjoyed springing pop quizzes. It seemed that the academy had its fair share of them too since it was a place where many people gathered.

Maybe it was their small mercy that they didnt give it as a surprise test this time, though being informed the day before an exam hardly seems merciful.

Thanks to that, the members were cramming knowledge as if their lives depended on it. Given their royal and noble statuses, failing wasnt an option.

How do you translate Sareitou Dobra Gala?

It refers to the Gala of the Dobra clan, which rules over the Sareitou tribe.

Whats the difference between a tribe and a clan again?

Erichs defeated muttering filled the air. He looked like a college student overwhelmed by assignments.

History, of all things.

The name sounded familiar, so it probably had something to do with the North. I didnt expect to hear that bastards name at the academy.

Watching them for a while, I approached the members. I had nothing else to do, and since I knew something, I might as well speak up.

Think of a clan as a family. The head of the family would be the clan chief.

The members attention focused on me.

A group of such clans forms a tribe. Usually, the chief of the largest clan becomes the tribal chief. Its similar to our concepts of territories and lords.

Oh.

Erich nodded, understanding. It wasnt too complicated, anyways. It was just a matter of different terminology.

And this is written incorrectly. Its not Sareitou but Sarei, and not Gala but Tala.'

I corrected their spelling errors as well. Getting the tribes name wrong was one thing, but what was Gala? A show?

Despite my helpful correction, Erich just blinked.

Uh, oppa. The teacher taught us this way

I shook my head as Louise spoke.

They might have taught it wrong. The script in the North is different, so I guess they misinterpreted it.

I dont know who the teacher was, but they cant know better than me. Ive even been formally introduced to that bastard.

I am Sarei Dobra Tala! The sword of the great Kagan, the fury of the wolf!

Thinking back, it seemed absurd. What was he doing while running around with a knife in his throat?

But you should probably write it as he taught you to. Dont mind what I said.

Ah, okay.

The translation error was funny, though. Mr. Gala Show, the fury of the wolf.

***

Apparently, it wasnt just Louise who cared.

The day after I corrected Gala to Tala, a teacher unexpectedly stormed into the club room. What was happening? It was still morning; werent there classes going on?

Prosecutor! Im really, really sorry, but could you possibly spare some time!?

However, his overwhelming enthusiasm made it impossible to say no.

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