Chapter 11 – I Like This Professor

Chapter 11 – I Like This Professor

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 11 – I Like This Professor

We recruited Maya, the Holy Priestess, and assigned her to the infirmary. The previous doctor was immediately dismissed, and for now, Maya will manage on her own.

Unless it is something serious, divine healing can be done on the spot, and Maya, being a Divine Oracle Priestess, possesses exceptional holy power. She should be more than capable on her own.

Now, let’s begin the project to improve the Combat Department’s education in full force.

The first thing I did was review the latest training plans for each subject assigned to the professors.

Most professors, being professionals, adapted well to my intentions. The issue lay with the assassination and abduction course.

This course is handled not by a regular professor but by Headmaster Kirrin herself, as no one can match a Dark Elf in assassination and abduction.

Will the headmaster properly update the training plan, or will I have to step in?

At that moment, something dark entered the professor’s office with a knock. It was Kirrin, with chocolate-like smooth skin and ruby-colored eyes.

“Headmaster, what brings you here?”

“I’m here to show you the new training plan.”

She held a clipboard with papers. This was unexpected. I thought she would resist to the end.

“Have a seat. I’ll take a look.”

I offered my chair and brought over a folding chair to sit beside her.

As I opened the clipboard, I was surprised. Not only was the format perfectly followed, but the handwriting was incredibly neat. The charts were excellent too.

How did she manage to do this without using a computer? Did she have a ghostwriter?

“Um, headmaster, who wrote this?”

“Don’t judge by appearances... Just look at the content.”

“Did you write this yourself?”

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As I stared at Kirrin, her face darkened.

“No, I just asked because it was so well written that I wondered if it was really you.”

“Eh? No, of course I wrote it! Who else would I have write it?”

Interesting. Dark Elves live in tribal societies, so such advanced paperwork isn’t typically their norm. That’s why I’m surprised.

“That’s a stereotype. After the war, I studied at a public academy with the support of the Emperor. That was also a courtesy from His Majesty.”

“Really? You graduated from an academy? A Dark Elf? Oh, sorry.”

“You’re really...! Do you think I got here solely through connections? I have the minimum qualifications!”

“Ah, yes. I understand. I apologize. Haha.”

I laughed off Kirrin’s anger while reviewing the documents.

“Headmaster, let’s make this part a bit more rigorous. Abduction is harder than assassination, after all.”

“What? More rigorous? But the students might get hurt...”

“Didn’t I tell you? Safety first means what?”

“That is...”

Looking at Kirrin, she hesitated before speaking softly.

“Headmaster dismissal...”

“Good. Change this part, and I’ll continue reviewing.”

“Okay...”

After reviewing Kirrin’s assassination and abduction course, I finished updating the training plans for all subjects. Now, the real work begins.

“Um, I have something to say...”

“Then I will go first. I need to oversee today’s armed combat practice.”

Leaving Kirrin behind, I quickly left the professor’s office.

# # # # #

“What’s this about?”

Graduating academy students were buzzing in front of the department bulletin board. They were looking at a notice about today’s armed combat class.

The usual gathering place, Lecture Room 4, had suddenly been changed to the outdoor training ground. Moreover, they were instructed to wear the academy’s standard armor.

So far, they had only worn the armor at the beginning of the semester to measure for educational purposes, and all classes had been theoretical since then. They hadn’t worn it even once after that.

The content of today’s armed combat class was ‘unlimited sparring.’ In reality, it was a tournament-style competition.

The last person standing would receive 50 bonus points and a chance to spar with the professor, with additional points awarded based on their performance.

Fifty bonus points was a huge reward, but to introduce this after only theoretical classes until now was shocking.

Clearly, this was the idea of the new Head Combat Professor, who was smiling leisurely behind Professor Geneb.

But who was that girl next to him? Judging by her attire, she seemed to be a priestess. Could she be the new priestess in the infirmary? Isn’t she too young!

While the students speculated, Professor Geneb continued reading the matchups in a monotone voice, and the sparring began immediately.

The matches were a mess. The students had barely wielded swords or hit anyone since enrolling, so it looked like a kindergarten sports day.

Still, there was one student who stood out. A blonde-haired, golden-eyed girl mercilessly knocked down her opponents with an emotionless expression.

Her opponents were of low skill, but her swordsmanship was noteworthy. She had a solid foundation.

“Geneb, who is she?”

“She’s the senior class president.”

Let’s see. Her name is Knightley Toulouse? Toulouse, as in the Duke of Toulouse?

“Yes. She often trains alone here against dummies.”

“I see. Interesting for a noble girl.”

While talking with Geneb, Knightley had already defeated three opponents in quick succession and turned to face us.

“Professor, I’m done.”

It was clear that Knightley was the last one standing. Professor Geneb stepped forward with a practice sword.

“Knightley, I award you 50 bonus points. Now, for the sparring match with me...”

“No, not you, professor.”

Knightley pointed her practice sword at me, standing behind Geneb.

“I want to spar with him.”

“Huh? You want to spar with me? Why?”

“I’m curious about kind of a person you are”

Knightley replied.

“It’s clear that the sudden change in class structure is due to you, the Head Professor. I want to know if you’re doing this with real knowledge or just the enthusiasm of a new appointment.”

Her bold attitude left Professor Geneb speechless, and I stepped forward with a smile.

“Head Professor. She’s the daughter of Duke Toulouse.”

“I know, I know. But how can I refuse such a challenge?”

“Don’t kill her.”

“Got it. I won’t.”

Taking the practice sword, I stood in front of Knightley and asked.

“So, you want me to prove I’m qualified to make these changes? Is that right?”

“Exactly.”

“Then come at me with everything you have. If you last one exchange, you’ll get 300 bonus points. Last two, and you’ll get 500.”

Gasps erupted from the students. That many points would mean a perfect score without even taking the exam, even if they skipped half the classes.

“What are you waiting for? Come on.”

As I twirled the practice sword and held it upside down, Knightley shouted and charged at me.

# # # # #

Lying on the ground, bleeding from her nose, Knightley stared at her broken practice sword some distance away.

Keuk, ugh, argh.

The duel with the Head Combat Professor could be summarized like this:

He looked like a pale, bookish scholar. His strange grip on the practice sword made me think he had no real experience, just a desk-bound professor.

But in the moment when the sky and ground flipped, and my vision blacked out temporarily, I realized this professor was beyond human.

He might not be as mysterious as the special task force that my second brother spoke about, the ones who killed the Demon King, but he was definitely a madman.

I like this professor.

[Note: See pinned comment for Knightley character illustration.]

[Translator – Peptobismol]