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Chapter 55
“Cleaning day? They actually do that?”
“Commoners really do like to make life difficult for themselves.”
After class, Bren and Elliot gathered around and reacted like that when they heard my story.
“Quiet, you bourgeois scum.”
For guys like them, a powerful guillotine would be just perfect…
“Anyway, it’s a relief it all got resolved without problems. Camon, you passed through all by yourself, right?”
Bren nodded in response, but Elliot looked displeased.
Tsk, do you have to stay there the whole time, Camon? No matter what, a noble like you mingling with commoners…
Uh, in that case, the guillotine idea is a bit much.
Anything else? Hahaha.
“Elliot, then are you going to pay for the dorm fees?”
“Huh? Well, I… I could technically manage that, but right now, due to personal circumstances, it’s difficult… Once that’s settled, I’d immediately…”
“Alright. Just your intentions are enough.”
This guy, really… a guillotine is perfect for him.
A revolution—a big, strong revolution—is needed!
At that moment, Bren, who had been looking at his watch, suddenly called out in a hurry.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll head to the library first.”
“Huh? Suddenly?”
“Yes, senpai. I have a lot of assignments from class today, so if I want to get them all done today, it’s better to start as soon as possible.”
“Assignments? When’s the deadline?”
“Hmm, next week or the week after? There’s still plenty of time, but it’s better to finish early…”
“You little—!”
Bam!
Elliot instinctively grabbed Bren’s head and smacked it.
“Hey, listen carefully, you two ears of mine.”
“…?”
“There are exactly two kinds of people I hate in this world. First, someone smarter and more annoying than me. And second…”
Bang!
“Aaah! Senpai, stop!”
“People like this, who act all goody-two-shoes like you just did!”
Elliot smacked Bren’s head again while shouting, and Bren held his head, looking miserable.
“Just because of some assignment, you’re ditching us to go to the library?”
“Well, a student should study…”
“Huh? Haven’t you learned yet?!”
“C-Camon, help me!”
“Huh? Me? With what?”
“Elliot-senpai keeps using violence… And you’re in the same class as me.”
Seeing Bren subtly asking me for help while eyeing Elliot, I couldn’t help but feel mischievous.
“Hmph, why should I help someone who’s willing to abandon friends over some assignments?”
“Oh, no, that’s not—”
“And there’s still plenty of time until the deadline, right?”
“….”
When Bren lowered his head, speechless, Elliot and I burst into laughter. I quickly continued.
“Just kidding, Bren. Go to the library quickly. But when you finish your assignments, you have to show me, okay?”
“Okay…”
Bren nodded weakly, and Elliot placed a hand on his shoulder.
“What’s with you being so weak? Are you sulking over this? You’re acting petty, really?!”
“No, it’s because senpai…”
Seeing Bren regain his energy under Elliot’s provocation, I couldn’t help but smile.
It felt like I had stepped back into the memories of fun times with school friends.
‘Not bad at all.’
I simply decided to enjoy the current situation.
If this is how things go, maybe adapting to life in this world isn’t that bad after all…?
“Nice to meet you. I am Beroan Clarence. Due to the personal circumstances of Professor Genjin Deitan, who originally handled this course, I will be in charge of intermediate magic studies this semester.”
His perfectly slicked-back hair, tall build, clear eyes, and monocle over one eye—he looked like a young professor straight out of a fashion magazine.
But…
‘What? Why is he suddenly here?’
Beroan Clarence.
The villain boss from the original novel’s early to mid-part.
The one who tormented Kyle, ended up dying a miserable death out of jealousy… And now, he’s my intermediate magic professor?
“….”
Fine, I can understand that much.
But then…
“As you may know, I originally teach advanced magic. I’ve always been frustrated by the stupidity of students moving up from intermediate magic. I don’t expect this time to be any different.”
Beroan suddenly insulted all the students in class at once.
‘Seriously, what a jerk.’
Looking at him, with that smug “I’m so cool” aura, made it hard to remain calm.
Other students seemed similarly upset, their faces slightly reddened.
Then, Beroan continued.
“However, I’ve heard there’s actually someone quite decent this time. Camon Baird?”
“Huh? Me?”
I was surprised when he suddenly called my name. He nodded and added briefly,
“Your performance at the academic seminar was quite impressive.”
“Oh… uh, yes.”
Wait a second, why is he bringing up the seminar here?
Whispers spread among the students, and soon those who hadn’t even heard about the magic seminar were murmuring about me.
‘Please, don’t pay so much attention to me.’
I was already dealing with the trouble of being linked to the main character… Now I’d have to deal with a villainous professor too…
“Looking forward to your performance, Camon Baird.”
Did I say that adapting to this world might not be so bad?
‘…Scratch that. No way I can get used to this world!’
“Don’t know the previous semester’s curriculum? This course will…”
Beroan’s words reached me, but I paid no attention. Other students were still staring at me, whispering among themselves.
Damn it! Once again, I had attracted unwanted attention.
But my feelings didn’t matter; the class continued.
“I’ve decided that this semester, we will focus entirely on practical exercises to elevate the level of students in intermediate magic.”
At that decisive declaration, the light-blue-haired, top-ranking model student Chelsea raised her hand.
“Question?”
“Yes, professor. You said the course will now focus on practical exercises, but we haven’t even covered the intermediate magic theory yet. What about theory?”
“Of course, that’s self-study. Make sure to prepare it yourself.”
Beroan sharply cut Chelsea off, then adjusted his monocle and smiled faintly.
“But since this is the first class, I’ll give about ten minutes of theory introduction.”
With a flick of his fingers…
Tap, tap-tat-tat, tap-tap!
The chalk moved on its own, writing something on the blackboard.
“The most important and fundamental aspect of magic is the mana operation formula. You all know this, right?”
[Φ±ш^3∊⊕㎷³Ω]
Huh? What is that alien language?
“And by modifying this…”
Tap-da-da-dak, tap! Tap-tat-tat-tat!
[2S^ζþ₄∧∭ð㎷³Ω]
“Such is how advanced applications were developed.”
Ha, seriously, what is he saying?
No matter how I look at it, this is some new field beyond mathematics.
‘Maybe I should just give up on this magic class too…’
While lost in thought…
“Camon.”
“….”
“Camon Baird?”
Huh? He’s calling me again?
“Uh, yes?”
“Explain the difference between these two.”
“Ah…”
I was suddenly put on the spot by Beroan’s question.
‘Damn, how am I supposed to know? I don’t even understand what he’s talking about!’
“Explain it.”
“Uh, well… um…”
Just then, a familiar voice rang out.
“The modified mana operation method subdivides the properties of mana and applies them accordingly. When it interacts with external mana…”
“Stop!”
Beroan interrupted Chelsea with a very annoyed tone, glaring at her.
“I asked Camon Baird, right? Are you Camon Baird?”
“No, I’m Chel—”
“I don’t care about your name.”
With a firm tone, Beroan turned back to me and asked again.
“Camon, answer me. What’s the difference?”
“Chelsea’s explanation seems correct. The difference is whether the mana’s properties are subdivided or not, right?”
Having paid attention to Chelsea’s words, I responded tactfully.
‘Thanks, Chelrmonne. Once again, I owe you.’
Beroan, who had been staring at me with his deep-set eyes, chuckled.
“Yes, that’s correct.”
Then, his expression hardened as he glared at Chelsea.
“However, since you interrupted without knowing the topic, points deducted.”
Chelsea looked utterly shocked, and I was also taken aback.
“W-What?!”
“No, professor, he was just—”
Beroan slammed the podium with a twisted smirk, alternately looking at Chelsea and me.
“Any complaints?”
“N-No, none.”
I had the instinct that there was no way to escape the whims of villain Beroan Clarence, so I shook my head and answered.
“I still don’t understand. How can answering the professor’s question in class be a deduction?”
Of course, Chelsea argued boldly.
Beroan shrugged, amused.
“You misunderstand. The penalty is for intruding without permission. The professor has the authority to adjust grades. If I choose to use it, what’s the problem?”
Gritting my teeth! This was clearly unreasonable, but there was no way to fix it right now.
“Will you keep standing there? Or will I deduct more points…”
Before he finished, Chelsea sat down, apparently satisfied.
“Alright, let’s continue the class.”
Beroan resumed his theory lecture as if nothing had happened.
Chelsea remained silent, glaring at him.
‘Ah, this doesn’t feel good at all…’
