The Genius Professor Wants An Easy Life - Chapter 215
The room fell into a brief, awkward silence.
“Us? Run for the student council president? You must be joking.”
“Haha, that’s a bit…”
“…If it’s the professor’s command, I’ll try my best. Though, I doubt I’d get even a single vote…”
Everyone reacted as if it was absurd.
Naturally.
These were the biggest outsiders at Ruby.
Barely any friends, and now they were supposed to become the president?
‘But it’s necessary.’
I recalled the conversation I had with the Red Mage.
I didn’t know what kind of future awaited us.
The Red Mage only said that ‘despair’, in other words, one of the ‘bad endings’ was coming.
In any case, if the end was approaching faster, there was a significant problem.
‘The kids won’t have enough time to grow.’
There was no leisure to wait around idly.
As the Red Mage mentioned, we needed to complete the ‘vessels’ as quickly as possible.
The student council election would greatly benefit these three.
“Since it’s against the academy regulations for a member of the royal family to directly become president, Catherine, you should run for president.”
“But…”
“Are you scared? If you’re afraid, you don’t have to do it.”
Catherine frowned.
“It’s obvious you’re trying to provoke me, isn’t it? Anyway, fine. I’ll do it. It doesn’t matter who the opponent is, as long as I win. Hey, Libel. Follow me quickly. You handle the chores. Your Highness, please help too.”
Indeed, Catherine had changed.
When we first met, she couldn’t muster such courage.
‘Whether she wins or loses, it’ll be a good experience. Especially for Catherine.’
Of course, I had no intention of letting her fail.
If my ‘plan’ went well, Catherine would be elected as the president in her first year.
After the children left in a rush, I turned my gaze.
There were other club members besides those three.
“…Why are you even here?”
“…I joined before you decided to become the advisor, Professor.”
An ordinary appearance.
But that was just a disguise in front of others.
Inside, she harbored an unimaginable horror.
It was Sylphin the Massacrist Mage.
‘Every student at Ruby must join a club. It’s not surprising that Sylphin chose the Gourmet Club.’
“Why? Should I leave too?”
“No, there’s no need for that. Let’s just go eat something delicious together. Any desserts you’re interested in? Let’s go celebrate.”
“What are we celebrating?”
“Hm?”
“You keep saying that. Are you pitying me?”
“!!”
I frowned.
‘What’s with her again?’
This wasn’t the first time the Massacrist Mage was being sensitive.
Sometimes she accepted my kindness, but other times she bristled unpredictably.
‘It must be due to her confusion.’
I understood the Massacrist Mage’s inner turmoil.
Receiving my kindness, her hardened heart was starting to soften.
She seemed to be whipping her own heart, fearing she might forget her hatred for humans.
‘Hmm. It’s difficult. But I can’t just leave her be.’
Just as you can’t ignore a cat hissing with its claws out, the same applied to the Massacrist Mage.
As I was pondering a more delicate approach, an indifferent voice cut in.
“You’re being offered something delicious, what’s your problem? Are you full?”
“!!”
It was the Demon King!
Casually, she chastised the Massacrist Mage.
“…What do you know?”
“That you’re the sole survivor of the Gem Clan? What’s so great about that?”
“!!”
“Professor Van didn’t destroy your clan, so why are you taking it out on him?”
I gasped.
Was the Demon King standing up for me? No, that wasn’t it.
The emotion in the Demon King’s eyes was disdain.
“It seems to me you’re just taking out your frustration on him because he’s easy and kind. You lack the power to avenge your real enemies.”
“!!”
The Massacrist Mage sprang to her feet.
A powerful aura surged forth.
As a villainous protagonist, the Massacrist Mage could wield power nearing Lv. 7 when she went all out.
In the Demon King’s current state, she couldn’t withstand that.
t/n: just to remind you guys again, ‘Demon King’ is a female…
“Are you going to take it out on me this time? Pathetic.”
The Demon King was not one to back down.
Above all, she genuinely found the Massacrist Mage pathetic.
Demons revered strength, and the Demon King was the epitome of that belief.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t waste time on petty revenge but would do everything to reach my real enemies. As you are now, you won’t even be able to take down that Roshran scoundrel.”
Duke Roshran, the extremist of the Demon Realm.
He was also one of those involved in the annihilation of the Gem Clan.
The Massacrist Mage glared at the Demon King, trembling, before storming out of the clubroom.
I watched her go, unsure what to do.
“What are you doing? Go after her and give her a good scolding.”
“Scold her?”
“Yes, it’s your job as a professor to set that stubborn girl straight.”
She was telling me to take care of the Massacrist Mage.
I realized that the Demon King wasn’t just being spiteful; she was considering my situation and creating this opportunity.
“Thank you.”
“Hmph, don’t misunderstand. I just can’t stand the whining.”
Her grumbling reminded me of the scenario I had seen.
I’m only doing this because I can’t stand those beings from another world.
Come to think of it, the Demon King always played a vital role.
Living in solitude, never receiving anyone’s affection, but silently fulfilling her responsibilities.
That’s why.
I had these thoughts.
“I won’t forget this and will repay you. In the name of Van the Legend.”
I decided I should give the Demon King a gift through this operation.
* * *
I followed the Massacrist Mage.
The Demon King’s words made sense, and for this plan, the Massacrist Mage had her own role to play.
“Why did you come?”
She greeted me with a rebellious look.
The Massacrist Mage had changed.
Before, she would have said something like, ‘Oh, Professor, today is a perfect day to see some blood.’
The Demon King called it whining, but I saw her prickliness as a positive change.
It seemed like the right time to bring up what I had postponed.
“I came to give you a task.”
“Suddenly?”
“It’s time for you to start your revenge.”
“!!”
Her eyes changed.
“Revenge. Heh, yes. I’ve waited a long time. I won’t forgive any of them. I’ll make sure my enemies die more miserably than anyone.”
A chilling murderous intent flashed.
But I didn’t miss the hesitation hidden behind it.
“Are you confident?”
“!!”
“You know who your enemies are, right? Haven’t you hesitated because you weren’t sure?”
The Massacrist Mage fell silent.
The heart of the Gem Clan is the best mana conductor.
Not only was it highly conductive, but it also acted almost as a superconductor, defying magical logic to produce miracles.
Even transcendent beings coveted it.
Several transcendent beings banded together to annihilate the Gem Clan and share its heart.
In other words, the Massacrist Mage’s adversaries were these world-dominating transcendental beings.
No matter how strong she was as a student villain, she couldn’t possibly defeat them alone.
“First, let me ask you. Do you truly desire revenge?”
“Is that even a question…?”
“To the extent that you can give up anything?”
Sensing the seriousness of my question, the Massacrist Mage’s face hardened.
“Meaning, your hatred towards humans, for instance.”
“!!”
“I know you made a pact with a great entity from another world. In exchange for power, you gained boundless hatred towards humans.”
That’s right.
This was the source of the Massacrist Mage’s power.
For her, it was a beneficial contract.
She believed her hatred for humans would fuel her drive for revenge.
“But in reality, your hatred for humans is steering you away from true revenge. If you truly want revenge, you must renounce your pact right now.”
By the way, the pact with the great entity from another world is different from a binding contract with a demon; it can be revoked like this.
The Massacrist Mage did not respond.
Renouncing the pact with the great entity would significantly weaken her power.
More importantly, if the hatred towards humans that fueled her disappeared, she feared what she might become.
“You know it too, don’t you? That the power granted by the great entity from another world doesn’t suit you.”
“!!”
It was no lie.
Sylphin’s class was Alchemical mage.
She used alchemy combined with magic to wield the power from the great entity, but that wasn’t the class that truly suited her.
Alchemic Artist.
Those who create art through alchemy.
That was the class that best suited Sylphin.
‘There were hints in the scenario about Sylphin’s aptitude for art.’
In the scenario, Sylphin never transitioned to an Alchemic Artist.
She never gave up the pact with the great entity and continued to burn with hatred towards humans, ultimately perishing.
But I believed this time would be different.
Why?
Because I was here.
“I am your professor. Trust me.”
“!!”
“I will guide you.”
Sylphin bit her lip tightly, then disappeared with a flash! without answering.
She would need time to sort out her thoughts.
It was then that I heard clapping.
“Haha, Professor Van’s concern for his students is truly impressive. I am moved.”
“!!”
I turned sharply to see a familiar face standing there.
A handsome nobleman dressed head to toe in luxury.
“Count Milo.”
He was the head of the Noble Families Association.
The patriarch of the prestigious Art House.
He had ousted the previous head of the Support faculty and taken over as the new head.
“Haha, rest assured. I am not so ill-mannered as to eavesdrop on conversations with students.”
“…….”
“Anyway, this is our first formal introduction, isn’t it? It is an honor to meet the renowned Professor Van of the illustrious Ecclesia House. Though it pales in comparison to Ecclesia, I am the head of the Art House.”
His tone was openly conscious of Ecclesia.
‘The ultimate goal of New Town nobles is to gain entry into Old Town.’
Ecclesia, reigning at the pinnacle of Old Town nobility, was the object of admiration, envy, and aspiration for these New Town nobles.
But
‘He’s acting. He doesn’t care about that at all.’
It was true that the goal of the Noble Council was social ascension.
But this man was different.
He harbored entirely different intentions.
Intentions that would soon cause a significant upheaval.
The entire Noble Council was being used by him.
‘I need to make the first move.’
I decided to issue a subtle warning.
“It is an honor for me as well to meet the head of the Art House.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
“Yes, as you know, the Ecclesia family is not known for familial harmony. In contrast, the Art House is famous for its warm family relations, isn’t it?”
“!!”
Count Milo’s face hardened.
The reason for his stiff expression.
Count Milo’s family was dead.
But no one knew that fact.
Moreover,
“I recently read an article about you attending a performance at the opera house with your family. Truly enviable.”
“H… ha.”
His dead family members were openly appearing in public.
The reason was simple.
I stared intently at the now pale Count Milo and said.
“You would do anything for your family, wouldn’t you, Count? It’s admirable.”
Count Milo was a follower of the ‘Order.’
