The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 2.1
The Hero Academy.
That was the name of the game I was sucked into.
As the name suggests, it was about protagonists growing from the academy into heroes, confronting the forces of evil.
‘Whether it’s the forces of evil or whatever, it’s not my concern. The main characters will figure it out on their own anyway.’
I leisurely sipped my tea.
‘I’m going to enjoy this. Being a diamond spoon is the best.’
Van’s family was considered the top in the empire.
Equivalent to one of the major corporations in South Korea, I could achieve my dream of living a carefree and indulgent life.
‘Living quietly and peacefully, then appropriately inheriting a portion of the wealth and becoming independent.’
Even though I, ‘Van’, was not the eldest of the family, but rather the third child, it was better.
Because I wouldn’t be forced into bothersome obligations.
‘Even inheriting scraps from the Duke could make me wealthier than a Gangnam real estate tycoon.’
I naturally smiled at the bright and sunny future.
“Hehe. Splendid. Very nice.”
Unintentionally, I was taken aback by the 8th grade syndrome voice that escaped from my lips.
‘Ah, embarrassing. Can’t I change this way of speaking?’
It was all due to the latent trait ‘Charisma of the Dark Flame Dragon’ unlocked.
My every action became filled with weird delusions.
For instance,
“Master, allow me to clear the teacup.”
“Please do. You’ve worked hard. I won’t forget your efforts.”
A solemn voice.
Originally, I intended to say, ‘Yes, thank you for your hard work.’ However, it came out translated like that.
The maid looked at me with a gaze that seemed to say, ‘What did this kid eat?’ and I felt utterly embarrassed.
‘I’ve always been polite, even in my world, so this way of speaking doesn’t suit me.’
Fortunately or not, the ‘Charisma of the Dark Flame Dragon’ carried out a confident demeanor, hiding my embarrassment completely.
As the maid left, I muttered in this weird manner again.
“Hehe, very nice. Life’s like a paradise.”
I, ‘Van Ecclesia,’ am a renowned goofball.
Therefore, even though I had become an adult, I held no position in the dukedom.
Eating, sleeping, bickering, and goofing off constituted the entirety of my responsibilities.
‘A life I’ve always wanted!’
As I was about to doze off for a nap, the steward came looking for me.
“Master, the Duke is summoning you.”
“My father?”
I expressed a puzzled expression.
Since becoming ‘Van,’ I had only caught a glimpse of him a few times.
‘I should make a good impression on the Duke.’
The Duke is my only foe in this world.
If I’m kicked out of the dukedom, this peaceful life will come to an end.
“Understood. I will go now. Please give my regards to my father.”
Was I doing 8th grade syndrome thing again?
The steward glanced at me strangely for a moment.
“Something’s changed.”
“…You speak foolishly. I merely found the dignity I should have possessed as a part of the dukedom’s lineage.”
What I originally intended to say was, ‘No, it’s to maintain propriety as a child of the dukedom.’
Stop this weird translation.
“…But still, your confident appearance is more pleasing than before. How fortunate. Perhaps the Duke might change his mind as well.”
“??”
What’s being said?
“Please discuss this with the Duke. I sincerely hope good fortune accompanies the young master in his future endeavors.”
The steward left, leaving behind an incredibly ominous story.
With a perplexed expression, I knocked on the door to the Duke’s office.
Knock. Knock.
“Father, it’s your son, Van. I’ve come as you called.”
“…Come in.”
A cold voice echoed.
Seated at the desk in front of the sunlit window, with rays casting a halo around him, was the stern-faced middle-aged Duke Huam Ecclesia.
He was my father and a formidable figure in the empire.
A named individual who had a significant impact on the game’s progress.
‘This vibe is no joke. It’s almost as formidable as my Charisma of the Dark Flame Dragon.’
His gaze was sharp as a blade.
It wasn’t a fake like mine; it was ‘genuine’ charisma.
‘Not just a simple aristocrat but also the head of the administration and a sword master.’
A character of deception among deceivers.
“…I shouldn’t needlessly provoke.”
I tried to appear as polite as possible, waiting for the Duke to speak.
The Duke’s eyes, looking at me, briefly flashed with a light of contempt.
“Van, I have decided to remove you from the aristocracy.”
I didn’t understand the words for a moment.
‘…Ex… Excuse me?’
I was belatedly shocked.
It meant they were going to exile me from the family.
‘Why, all of a sudden?’
“…Could you please explain the reason?”
I was bewildered, but my body has experienced all sorts of trials and tribulations.
Without showing a hint of surprise, I asked,
‘The charisma of the Dark Flame Dragon’ added confidence and dignity to my appearance.
The Duke, seemingly unexpectedly struck by my demeanor, briefly narrowed his eyes, but even that was short-lived as he spat out a cold voice.
“Do you ask because you don’t know? Look back at the trash-like deeds you’ve committed so far.”
“…”
As expected, as people whispered, I, ‘Van,’ was the empire’s worst scoundrel.
“Our Ecclesia dukedom does not acknowledge those without qualifications into our lineage. As a father, I’ve waited long enough. Since I can’t stand the sight of your presence any longer, leave the family immediately.”
It felt sincere.
The Duke was truly attempting to sever all ties with his own child.
‘No! After going through all the trouble of becoming a diamond spoon, there’s no way this could happen!!’
I clenched my fist tightly.
‘I have to convince him.’
Who am I?
The former king of sales in my past life.
I began to find a way.
‘Right now, the Duke isn’t genuinely hating me, ‘Van.’ It’s just layers of disappointment.’
I didn’t become a genius in business just by groveling. I had to give the response the other party desired.
‘Bowing down here and apologizing won’t work. He’ll see it as fake.’
I had to take a different approach.
‘What the Duke wants is to see a change in his son. I need to show a confident demeanor.’
“Will you not regret this decision?”
“!!”
I was stunned.
Originally, I intended to say, ‘Please reconsider,’ but due to this 8th grade syndrome translation, an overly assertive tone came out.
“Of course, I understand that my past is regrettable. However, it seems even you, Father, are fixated on the past. It’s as if you don’t even consider looking straight ahead.”
“…Are you saying you’ve changed?”
“As you can see right now, Father.”
“You…”
