I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

31 – 31. White Badge

All faculty meeting held after the monster terror incident.

Because the issue was an issue, it was more noisy than ever.

‘No, you’re saying we still haven’t even got a clue?’

‘It didn’t even leave a trace, so there has to be something we can do about it.’

‘If they made me sit there to do that, I should at least do that!’

‘You can’t catch someone and frame them without any basis, right?’

As expected, no trace of Velen, the leader, could be found.

This is a natural story. The owner of the stigma is not easy enough to be stepped on.

‘They said that students in recovery wrote a statement of circumstances. ‘Is there anything organized?’

‘Ah…. The content is roughly similar, but I brought this up because I felt like I needed to hear it from the person involved.’

Student’s account. Or a petition.

The common content written there was simple.

Monsters came out,

Ivan was running around like a crazy person with a knife,

We don’t want to listen to that lump’s lectures anymore.

A cold gaze.

Unable to respond, he was suspended indefinitely.

The reason was that, in a situation where an instructor was most needed, he behaved in a way that was completely unbecoming of an instructor.

It was a legitimate reason that even the directors could not cover.

Finally, there was no vote on replacement of instructors.

This was in line with Moriam’s honesty.

A document was repaired at the same time. And, a white badge.

I am holding it and waiting for its owner in the hallway.

Ah, there he comes.

“That mess happened the day before yesterday, so why did you have to call me out?”

“Did you have somewhere to go to play?”

“…No.”

“Is there anyone you can meet and chat with?”

“…”

“Please follow me.”

Me and Scarlett walking down the hallway.

Today was a weekday, and there were many students.

Few first-year students showed up.

First of all, the main auditorium where they would be taught became almost an empty space.

There were some seriously injured people who couldn’t wake up immediately with simple recovery magic.

In keeping with fairness, there will be no lectures for first-year students until everyone is ready.

So, the few first-year students here came to read books or eat.

“Oh, please take this.”

“What is this?”

“This is proof that you are a direct disciple. “If you wear this, instructors who don’t know anything will not ask you to come downstairs.”

It was enough to put it on, but it was enough not to put it on.

She wore the badge slightly higher than her chest.

While I was walking like that, I heard a familiar and bright voice from behind.

“Brother!”

“Ah, Miss Paula. Good morning. “I don’t know if we’ve reached the temple, but there won’t be any lectures for the next few days.”

“hehehe, I came to do an assignment. But brother, you were so hurt, how could you….”

“The medicine was well tolerated by my body.”

It wasn’t wrong. Because I had good physical strength, I was able to accept more healing magic,

Anyway, the wound was no more than a stab wound and became fine overnight.

“Really…. I’m so glad. However, Sister Scarlett… ?”

“Sister?”

She asks back when she saw her as if she were her sister.

The saint quickly corrects her speaking habits.

“Oh, no! It’s Scarlett! “I wonder if you went to school for the same reason as me.”

“…What are you doing? “Just Scarlett.”

She said, pointing to me next to her with her thumb.

“I came out because the instructor called me.”

“Aha!”

“I became a direct disciple.”

“Ah… ?”

Only then did Paula’s gaze intersect with her badge.

After about two seconds of silence, the saint smiled broadly and answered.

“That’s really good!”

“…We’ll have to wait and see.”

“That’s what I have to say, Scarlett.”

I thought I was done. I shook Paula’s hand a couple of times and turned my back on her.

After climbing one floor, we arrived at our destination.

Squeak-

“This is the place.”

The room at the end of the hallway on the 3rd floor of the main auditorium. This will be my private room.

Today was my first time here, and it was a little different than I expected.

It felt three times larger than the private room I saw in the game.

For a moment, I thought I had mistaken the room, but it was definitely my private room.

“Why is it so wide? “This is a private room?”

“It looks like Instructor Miho paid some attention. Well, that’s good. “I wasn’t planning on writing it alone anyway.”

“What else is that…?” .”

A huge but empty bookshelf, a wide table, and even a sofa that I don’t know why it’s there.

It would be a waste and burden for me to write it alone.

“From now on, when it’s time to kill break time or when you’re finishing an assignment. Let’s do it here.”

“…Is that okay? “It’s a private room.”

“What’s the problem if the room owner says it’s okay?”

Anyway, rather than resting her chin on her desk in the main hall,

It would be much more convenient to spend time here.

Then efficiency will increase. It will help spur growth.

“…Okay.”

“Then, please sit down for a moment.”

As soon as she came in, she expressed her bewilderment at being asked to sit down.

I sat down at the wide table, tapped the desk with my fingers a couple of times and started shaking my head.

I had to plan for the future.

—

I couldn’t enter the main auditorium.

I didn’t know it at the time, but later I heard from the sisters that it was broken to the point where it was almost unrecognizable.

So, I took a seat in a classroom that was accessible.

I opened the door carefully to avoid disturbing anyone, but there was no one there.

I take out the assignments from my bag, work hard on them, and start writing them down.

I prayed to Arca, I really want to finish everything today.

“Umm….”

Is it because of lack of faith?

For some reason, it’s especially difficult to get my hands on it today.

Even while reading an assignment or writing while applying force to the quill pen.

Like when I have hiccups, Sister Scarlett’s words keep coming to mind.

‘I became a direct disciple.’

A nice white badge. Why didn’t I see that in advance?

They hung it up in a very visible place, but it was embarrassing.

“Really, that’s a good thing….”

I kept repeating it over and over again. That’s a good thing.

One of the jokes that the sisters used to make among themselves was that it must be crooked because no one would go under Brother Ivan.

That’s a good thing, because now there will be no such practical jokes.

“Ugh, why on earth are you doing this?”

I couldn’t concentrate so I put down the quill.

I put my hands together, closed my eyes, and prayed.

If you do this, Arca will give you the answer.

His mercy is equal even to me, who is still far behind.

And, I heard it.

‘I wanted to be me.’

It’s not his voice, it’s my voice.

My eyes widen and my hands shake slightly.

I’ve never had anything like this before.

But, I could vaguely understand it.

This is my sin. It is an unholy thought that cannot be washed away.

But once an idea begins, it continues without stopping.

I know.

When teaching other students, you are not afraid to say sharp words.

He treats me strangely soft.

Some people say they are really jealous of that, but

I’m not sure.

I am a saint of the order, and you are a believer.

There is nothing false about this fact.

However, as instructors and students.

Indeed, what does my brother think of me?

Those random thoughts and memories from the last auditorium are mixed together.

‘Perhaps the reason you are already giving up on me as a student is-‘

Crispy!

“…Oh.”

The quill is broken.

Broken pieces roll on the desk.

“…Can I finish my assignment today?”

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Confession and repentance are rewarding things.

But sometimes, I thought that it would be nice if the saint’s confession could also come to fruition.

—

There is a saying: high risk, high return.

It’s like saying that if you want to win big, you have to walk big.

Velen, the master of gluttony.

The energy of the humans killed by the monsters he created returns entirely to him.

Use the accumulated power to create monsters, open the gate, and cause terrorism.

The deaths of the students he gained in this way fill his stomach even more.

This event was so large that it could be said to be ambitious.

However, it failed. Although some blood was shed, no one died.

He walked big and lost big.

With that premise in mind, let’s put ourselves in his shoes and think about it.

‘I think you want to kill me.’

I was the one who played the most active role in this incident.

Students also know that fact.

He has a lively personality, so it will not be difficult to know that fact.

Then, of course, you will end up thinking that you can plan the next event with peace of mind only if you exclude me.

Coincidentally, I was also thinking the same thing.

With his strength down to less than half, wouldn’t it be possible to kill him right now?

After sitting at my desk and thinking about it, what I came up with is:

The conclusion was that this situation led to a dilemma.

‘The atmosphere must be a little bad.’

In the end, Russell was unable to find a clue to her instigator.

If someone is murdered in the midst of this, I really can’t ignore it.

Even if she leaves no trace of her tail, she will be found and stepped on.

Although they are aware of each other, the one who moves first is clearly at a disadvantage.

Now that I am in a lull, what is the best I can do?

After coming to my own conclusion, I spoke to her as she sat on her sofa and flipped through her textbook.

“I have decided.”

“What?”

“First of all, I have taken you in as a direct disciple, at least formally, so I have to do something. “It means that I have decided on ‘whatever’.”

Scarlett slammed her textbook shut and put it in her bag.

Those slightly shining eyes seemed to be waiting for my next words.

Okay, if it’s a situation where we can’t move for a while.

“Let’s go pick a weapon.”

Strengthening our forces would be the most rewarding thing.