Thump-
The world moves slowly.
Inside that, I cannot be an exception, but I can still move according to my will.
Thump-
The crimson light concentrated at the muzzle of the Magic Cannon is shimmering as if it will explode at any moment.
Thump-
I kicked off the ground with all my might and dug right up to Ailon's nose.
Thump!
It was truly an instant.
Even though time seems to flow slowly because of
The cockpit of the Magic Cannon where he is sitting.
There lies the passage of mana extending from the core.
This is exactly the Magic Cannon's weakness.
I swung my hand without delay.
Szzzk!
For a very brief moment, space split apart.
If my intimacy with Professor Mora had been higher, I could have cut it with a much clearer level, but this much was enough.
As the supply of mana was cut off, the mana scattered.
Ailon, whose expression stiffened in astonishment.
At the same time, Ailon's Magic Cannon shattered into pieces as if crumbling down.
I caught Ailon collapsing onto the debris.
"...."
"H, how..."
Words of disbelief popped out from the mouth of the genius of the century.
Right, it's a natural reaction.
The Magic Cannon is a powerful weapon and at the same time armor that protects Ailon.
Of course, even if a weakness existed, he hid it thoroughly so no one could know. Since he even hid it from his family.
But it must be surprising that a being attacked that single vulnerability as if it were obvious.
'But I created that setting.'
Wouldn't it be strange if I didn't know?
Throb!
Ah, but it seems my hand broke because I did that nonsense barehanded.
I feel a dizzying pain.
It seemed like tears welled up a bit too.
It really hurts enough to bring tears.
Since I can't let my tears be seen, I hurriedly put Ailon down on the floor, picked up the mana core, and handed it to him.
With just this, he should be able to restore the wheelchair function at least.
I don't have the leeway to support him.
Be satisfied with this.
"Today's lecture ends with this."
There was no answer returning.
Lest my welled-up tears be discovered, I hurriedly turned my body.
***
"...."
No one in this lecture hall thought it would be possible.
An ignorant weapon spewing out streams of powerful mana enough to make skin sting.
How could one respond with a sword to that monster-like thing that has crossed the boundaries of common sense?
Lucas was even barehanded.
They considered just dodging to be the best option.
Clatter-
However, as if mocking everyone's doubts, he succeeded.
And with an appearance without a single disturbance at that.
Then, as if disappointed in them for being trapped in the mold of thinking, he declared the end of the lecture and turned away without lingering attachment.
They stared blankly at the spot Lucas left.
Everyone was in shock at the unbelievable scene, but the one with the biggest shock was Ailon.
Because he never even thought his Magic Cannon would be breached in this way.
Although he was aware of the weakness himself, calculation results showed that the possibility of it actually being realized converged to zero.
Just when Lucas told him to shoot the Magic Cannon, a slightly regretful emotion came first at the thought that he might kill the being stimulating his intellectual curiosity with his own hands.
However, the result was the exact opposite.
What died was his own pride.
'Ugh, ugh, ugh....'
Ailon dropped his head and his body shook.
'Ugh-k! K-pfft, Hehehe! He's a really interesting professor. It was a good choice to come to Glasco.'
Curiosity was packed in the eyes of Ailon, who raised his head again.
Briefly, it seemed like even madness was visible.
Whirrrr!
Having restored the wheelchair by operating the mana core, he smiled broadly and left the lecture hall.
***
Ugh, ugh!, uuugh!
Every time I walk, a throbbing pain cuts deep into the marrow.
Would the feelings of Guan Yu, who scraped the poison off his bone raw, be like this?
I feel like I might let out a sharp scream right now.
It throbs as if a heart formed in my arm and hand, and it hurts again.
But I can't even wail that it hurts.
There are too many people around.
Everyone even recognizes who I am and is whispering toward this side.
If I scream here, my image goes straight to hell.
I clenched my teeth and endured it.
Instead, I hastened my steps even faster.
'Why the hell is it so far just to go to the office once?'
I resent the dirty wide grounds of Glasco anew.
What's fortunate at least is that no one is talking to me.
I hurriedly left
I found the room assigned to me and entered after user recognition.
I have no time to introduce the interior.
Where is a sword?
At least anything to swing.
Just once.
If I swing just once, I can heal this petty injury in no time with Super Recovery.
I roughly found a stick of appropriate length and held it short.
Just taking the posture hurts enough to make a scream come out.
But for Super Recovery to activate, I must do it in an FM posture close to obsession.
Clenching my teeth, I stood the stick straight.
And-
Swish!
Along with a clear sound of cutting wind, a soft light rippled from my body.
The cold sweat dried immediately, and the pain in my arm disappeared as if washed away.
Even the fatigue felt due to pain and the dry eyes caused by
As expected of Super Recovery.
The effect is killer.
I roughly stood the stick where it was and entrusted my body to the chair.
Once the pain was gone, only then did the scenery of the office come into my eyes.
The place where I will spend the most time during the semester.
It's a concept generated to fit the user's taste, but this is modern and simple to the point of being empty.
'Seeing that it's not bad, is this side really my taste?'
Knock knock-
While looking around here and there, a knock is heard suddenly.
There's no reason for another professor to visit.
"Who is it?"
-Umm, I am Rit, the teaching assistant assigned to the Professor's room.
'Rit?'
In an instant, goosebumps broke out all over my spine.
In this Glasco, there are those who sold their souls to demons, those who will sell, and actual demons exist too.
Just like that Rit.
He is hiding disguised as a human, but his true identity is a lower-grade demon, a guy with combat power equal to a Combat Department professor.
As a normal person, I am a guy he can kill with literally a snort.
'Such a guy is my room's teaching assistant?'
The face I will see the most during the day is the teaching assistant's face.
But why of all things is that guy my room's teaching assistant in such a position?
I want to ask to switch, but who knows what that guy might do to me.
There is nothing scarier than a person who suddenly became unemployed.
I don't dare to do that.
-Professor, may I come in?
Oops, I made him wait outside too long.
"Come in."
Simultaneously with my permission, the locking magic was released and Rit entered the room.
"Nice to meet you for the first time, Professor. I am called Rit. I do not have a last name."
"...Nice to meet you."
"As rumored, your appearance is truly outstanding!"
Even hearing such praise from a demon like you makes me happy not one bit.
Thanks, hey.
"But what is that in your hand?"
"Ah, thinking it might be helpful to the Professor, I prepared a few research paper topics."
That is right.
Anyway, I am also a professor of the academy called Glasco.
An academy professor must set a topic, write a research paper, and report to the academic society.
It's a setting I added just because professors in novels seemed to play and eat for free, but I wrote it for nothing.
Damn it.
"Leave it there and go. I will look through them one by one."
"Yes. Please call me whenever you need."
Rit said, smiling brightly.
Sorry, but I don't want to run into you if possible.
"I will do so."
But one cannot say such words in front of the person concerned.
I hid my inner thoughts as much as possible.
Only after Rit completely disappeared from view, and I even checked if he was eavesdropping from outside through
"I have to quickly raise my meat shields or something."
I feel like I won't die a natural death if I keep that thing by my side.
'Then the first thing I should raise is....'
Wouldn't it be a tanker first after all?
Since they have to protect me anytime.
And I have picked out the best tanker in this worldview.
"Before that...."
My eyes went to the materials Rit left behind.
Anyway, I do have to write a research paper.
Other professors would actively utilize the teaching assistants under their command, but I cannot do that.
I don't want to do that.
Because I don't want to give stress to Rit if possible.
How severe is the stress of grad students and teaching assistants?
I don't know how the accumulated stress might return to me.
'I have to do it myself.'
I examined the topics Rit prepared.
-Correlation between chivalry and war.
-Dynamics of Noblesse Oblige and conscription.
-Understanding of mana operation suitable for combat.
.
.
.
They are literally topics too good to be used as papers in the Combat Department.
Rit, this guy... is really good at the teaching assistant job.
I admit that.
But the topics he prepared strangely require a lot of data research through the teaching assistant.
In other words, it means they are only topics where time bumping into Rit is bound to increase.
That can't happen.
I want to see that guy as little as possible when I come to work.
Then what topic is good?
I lined up the materials one by one with precision and examined them.
There is nothing that satisfies me.
'Something that doesn't need a teaching assistant's help.'
A topic where I can resolve the related data on my end is good.
Is there such a thing?
'...There is.'
An idea that suddenly came to mind.
Can't I just start with a completely new topic that doesn't need research data?
"I decided."
My research paper's topic is, 'Aspects of battle with demons viewed through the situation of the Eastern Front.'
Since no one saw it anyway.
It's enough if I make it up.
I plan to properly fill in the narrative I left loosely empty during serialization.
Of course, it is fiction based on imagination.
***
'Hmm.'
Rit, who came out of Lucas's office, chewed over the meeting just now.
'Indeed, is he of 'that' race?'
The aura flowing out naturally intimidated him, a demon.
A feeling as if he became a mouse in front of a cat.
It was the realm of instinct.
'If it weren't for His order.... I might have run away like the dregs of the Eastern Front too.'
But an order is an order.
The thought of wanting to run away is desperate, but if he did, it was obvious his head would fly off like those dregs of the Eastern Front.
It is not easy for a lower-grade demon like himself to overcome instinct, but isn't it because he possesses reason undeserved for a lower-grade demon that 'He' entrusted this important mission?
'But... he was clearly wary.'
No one should know his identity.
Lucas was wary of him.
'Did he notice that I am a demon?'
No.
That can't be.
The polymorph was perfect, and if he were of 'that' race, he would have started hunting the moment he realized I was a demon.
'Is it just that he doesn't trust people?'
I still have to watch.
Rit's gaze headed toward Lucas's office.
'Still, I wish he wouldn't call me often.'
Although he acted nonchalantly, truthfully, he is too scared.
Enough that he urgently needs the restroom right now.
Not dreaming that Lucas was thinking the exact same thought, Rit hurriedly headed to the restroom.