Elite Instructor at a Third-Rate Academy

16 – Do Not Touch the VVIP ★

He was a giant.

The Dean, Haeron, realized through this incident that Temulic Stained was not just a lieutenant. When conducting a private investigation, they had only considered punishment at the imperial level, such as military affairs or special operations.

─He seemed close to the military administrator.

Their ages seemed similar. The colonel was likely under thirty. Warren Remelts came from a known family and was a key associate of the current emperor. In reality, he was at the center of power, making Temulic Stained a political giant. Clearly, he had ties to the emperor. Were they relatives? No, the imperial family shared the distinctive trait of blonde hair.

“Gray.”

Searching for a family with the same color, it was not a unique trait on the continent. However, those who specifically possessed it narrowed down to five places. Among them, the strongest was undoubtedly the Aibar family. However, their bloodline had already been severed, and no fallen war hero would ever grace this academy.

“Was there a hidden illegitimate child?”

Relying on color and eye tone alone was a weak basis for deduction. Nevertheless, it was certain that Teymurik Staind was not just a captain, but also had connections with the Western Administrator Warren Remmelts and carried a distinctive trait passed down through generations in the Aibar family.

“Even this lecture plan is strange.”

Certainly, he served in the north and hailed from there, but his lecture was on grammar and language correction. While grammar could be learned anywhere, teaching others the style unless near the capital was unlikely.

“Could it be from the Rada family?”

Haelon considered it for a moment and immediately dismissed the idea. Theirs was not a gray but rather a majority with chestnut-colored hair, and the eldest son died from alcoholism, while the second son perished in a mission failure. The possibility was low. It seemed more plausible to view it as a hidden illegitimate child of the Aibar family, perhaps a relative of Lotelon. Regardless, now that he knew the person was extraordinary, caution was necessary.

“Approved.”

Though there was only one student, there was no hesitation to reject. The self-proclaimed captain would handle it himself. The headmaster only wanted to ask if Warren Remmelts could participate in future school events. If he could show connections with the central authorities, the students would work harder.

“Ochia.”

As Haelon called, she approached after a few days. She looked much thinner, but her complexion was brighter than expected.

“After cleaning here, take care of your homeroom teacher’s residence.”

“Yes…?”

He ordered again, seeing her dumbfounded expression.

“Since it’s your working hours, you can volunteer for someone who is working hard for you.”

“Oh… Then, I’ll do it.”

“Your homeroom teacher is said to be opening a course, and you applied too.”

As Ochia nodded, her wavy hair swayed.

— It’s likely to be gossiped about.

Haelon had also pursued such female students when he was young. A beauty emitting a charming, almost provocative aura. A woman who aroused curiosity about the night because of her mixed ethnicity. With outstanding looks and figure, even if he couldn’t marry her, she was a woman he wanted to hold for a day.

As he aged, it became useless and bothersome. Generally, such women had strange personalities, and they tended to deviate when left alone. As the headmaster, he didn’t want to keep them close.

“Since you seem like a good person, watch her closely and let me know if she’s uncomfortable.”

“Yes… I’ll do that!”

Haelon’s eyebrows twitched. It was unusual to hear such a enthusiastic response. Ignoring the affections of female students, he focused on organizing the papers and left. After Ochia closed the door and left, Haelon wrote on the bulletin board for the teachers to see.

“C-8 Class Homeroom Teacher, Captain Teymurik Staind – VVIP. Do not dare to go against or mingle with. Leave him be if possible.”

[#16 – Saint]

Kenneth was taken aback by the changed scenery of the campus. With Amy’s death, he thought there would be more students refusing to come to school due to the halted academic schedule for all four days. However, there were even more students present than the last time.

“Selena.”

Calling out the attendance calmly, he stopped at her name.

“Why?”

– Was wearing makeup against the rules?

Lost in thought, Selena blinked her eyes quickly. With long eyelashes, she looked pretty in a way.

“Wearing casual clothes to school is a violation.”

“Sir, is this a slip skirt?”

Ochia and Mercadi frowned slightly.

“Check the regulations and see if wearing a slip skirt that covers up to the ankles is allowed.”

“If I don’t wear this, sir keeps trying to catch glimpses of my underwear.”

“Crazy b*tch, after showing it off!”

“I… agree as well.”

“Shut up, you damn b*tches.”

“Since you seem to have come out wearing sleepwear, just come in wearing something ordinary.”

“Why? I don’t want to see this.”

Selena grabbed her slip skirt in front of everyone. Unable to control himself, Kenneth lifted her up. Mercadi instantly stood up, yelling not to let it slide since it was intentional.

“I’ll take you to an empty classroom, undress there and come out.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.”

Due to the funeral delaying the schedule, C-8 class had to conduct individual meetings. They couldn’t waste two hours on such trivial matters. After pushing Selena into the neighboring classroom, Kenneth immediately stood at the podium.

“There’s something I need to inform you before today’s class.”

He wrote the subject name “Grammar and Speech Correction” on the blackboard and announced that he would be in charge of it.

“It starts next week, so if any students want to take it, sign up.”

“Me!”

“I… want to do it too.”

Only Mercadi and Ochia raised their hands. Two people were not enough to give lessons. Kenneth had promised to open the class no matter how many students there were. It was an unwanted favor. There was no reason for him to take on an unnecessary subject with no demand.

“Anyone else?”

“Sir, I want to do it too!”

“That girl, you’ll only be a hindrance to the class, won’t you?”

“I… no.”

Selena approached, shamelessly propping up her long legs on the desk.

“There are only three girls, so there won’t be a widower smell, right?”

─ Annoying little girl.

Kenys found Selena’s behavior uncomfortable rather than amusing.

In the past, even Princess Panati used to play jokes like this. There was only one reason for the attention she showed to herself. It was why she wasn’t kind to her like other men. For a severe narcissist who thought everyone in the world was in love with her, indifference could be refreshing.

“Any more students to apply?”

Kenys mustered the courage to speak.

“The homeroom teacher has been in service for a long time, so I can promise you he lacks eloquence, but he won’t slack off in class.”

“Not because you haven’t experienced love, right?”

“I have enough patience to tolerate even such students, so I hope you and others apply or spread the word.”

The strategist is a former position. Now he is the homeroom teacher of class C-8, focusing only on grammar and language instruction. Let’s wait silently; a male student raised his hand. It was a boy who hadn’t shown his face until now.

“What’s your name?”

“Jeffrey.”

He didn’t mention his last name, but judging by the glasses, he seemed to be the son of a commoner.

“With you, it’s four in total.”

“I’m curious about how it’s going to be done.”

“Yeah, sir. I said I would listen, but I want to know what it is.”

“I want to just listen. If it’s not fun, I’ll stop listening!”

As each of them spoke a word, it was chaotic.

“Because you were told to apply without prior information, it’s the homeroom teacher’s fault. I’ll briefly explain, so listen and decide.”

Kenys wrote difficult sentences on the blackboard, separately indicating each pronunciation symbol and stress.

“I decided to start with pronunciation correction because it seems boring to start with grammar lectures.”

Pointing at Ochia.

“Read this.”

“No… I… understand.”

Speaking almost word by word, almost at the level of Chinese characters, the problems could be identified immediately. After that, when they tried Selena, Mercadi, and Jeffrey, all of them were unsuitable for central bureaucratic work.

“All of you have the wrong stress.”

Kenys tapped the emphasis points marked for each word while speaking.

“The crucial essence in a sentence lies in giving a distinct emphasis to the first syllable.”

On the other hand, figurative expressions and modifiers need to be toned down for the meaning to be effectively conveyed, resulting in puzzled expressions from everyone.

“So, the emphasis should be on the subject, object, and verb, while the rest should be subdued.”

Pronouncing slowly once again, Selena twirled in the quiet space.

“Wow, do you have a bit of expertise in this?”

“With this, we have three applicants.”

As Kenneth dismissed it right away, Selena continued to mock him, calling him a little genius.

“I’d like to give it a try.”

“Three, including Jeffrey.”

“Is the teacher unaware of the human heart just because she’s not a woman?”

─Ignore it, what does it matter if she fights with the kids she teaches.

As I closed my eyes, another student applied.

“This makes it five.”

“Yay. I knew it would happen.”

“Sellana, I wasn’t talking to you.”

“I’m Brandilla. Can I take more grammar lessons? Is that okay?”

“What’s your field of study?”

“Academics.”

“Alright. I’ll see if there are relevant books available, and if not, I’ll arrange for them to be ordered with the school budget.”

“With the school budget?”

“There seems to be a shortage of glossaries in the school library, so the homeroom teacher has to purchase them separately.”

“Uh… I don’t have money. What should I do?”

“I’ll order two books, and you can borrow one for an extended period.”

He said this calmly, but a subtle ripple spread through the classroom. I don’t know why there was such a reaction; instead, Kenneth seemed even more bewildered. For the education of officers and soldiers, it was natural for the commander to spend money. Since the military provided a separate book budget for that purpose, he had always done it as usual. Still, everyone looked surprised.

“Don’t you need reference books to study?”

As he asked, Selena and Mercady raised their hands.

“Teacher, buy me one too.”

“I also have a book I want to read!”

When I inquired if it was a grammar-related book, they requested something entirely different.

“Those are novels and history books.”

“No, why do we have to give in like Brendila?”

“That’s right, please consider us too!”

“Guys… Teacher… I… If you make me the class president, I’ll try to persuade her.”

Unexpectedly, Ochia stepped forward. Whether someone could lead these unruly classmates if given the authority was uncertain. In Kenneth’s view, she fell short in every aspect except academics. Even if Amy felt grateful to her, it wasn’t appropriate to assign such a responsibility to someone unfit for the role of class president.

“There’s someone else I have in mind.”

Jeffrey asked who it was in response to Kenneth’s declaration.

“It’s Senit Kaelin.”

“But, sir, she’s not coming because of you, right?”

“Yes… I wonder why you don’t entrust me with grades…”

“Among the students refusing to attend, Senit seems to be the most affected. It might be difficult.”

Kenneth said, passing the attendance book from the previous teacher.

“The outbreak of students refusing to attend began when Senit Kaelin stopped coming.”

“Of course, how wonderful she was.”

“So, I think she should be the first to come back.”

“But Senit isn’t the type to come out just because she’s persuaded?”

“Yeah… we might have to wait until she wants to come out… It seems difficult even for the teacher.”

As Mercadier and Ochia expressed their opinions, Kenneth responded calmly.

“If it’s not difficult, what I’ve told you will be nothing but lies.”

Everyone, both male and female, widened their eyes at the teacher’s gentle words. Kenneth looked at the students and spoke calmly.

“If you fear failure, everything we can achieve will be trivial.”