The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 9

Half a King of Mango was enough to win me a favorable negotiation with the Vice Principal, Brestle.

Is that why?

“……okay, I’ll give you permission to teach a special class.

I was granted the authority to teach the students.

However, it was difficult to completely break the vice principal’s determination to eat.

“Wu Wu Wu Wu, okay, let’s agree that for the time being, we’ll spend the least amount of operating expenses on improving the food.”

She adds the words ‘for the time being’ in a way that makes me wonder if she’s possessed by the ghost of a bad meal.

‘Still, it’s a good enough deal. Besides, I’ve asked the headmaster to keep the vice-principal from pulling any stunts, so there shouldn’t be any problems…….’

No, I mean, what could go wrong with the vice-principal, seeing as how she’s so tightly wound?

‘……No, let’s trust the headmaster.’

Can you imagine the headmaster being held captive by the vice headmaster?

Take back your power and authority as the head of this academy!

I said I trusted and followed the vice principal, but the person I am truly loyal to is none other than you, the principal!

When I tried to convince her like that, she nodded vigorously and asked me to trust her.

‘I’ve been betrayed before, but this time will be different.’

Anyway, it’s already morning.

You can twist a chicken’s neck, but the morning will come.

‘From now on, I’ll save the academy.’

The contract tied me down for three years, so I have no choice.

‘So I have to make this place at least habitable.’

It was just before swordsmanship class began.

Amon made his way to classroom four.

As it turned out, Sloth was sleeping in Room 4, not wanting to be disturbed again.

‘But the only thing she did was move from classroom 3 to classroom 4……’

I shake her awake, and she pushes up her eye patch and frowns.

“Ah, you’re really good at finding people, what now?”

“It’s right before class starts, what are you doing not getting ready?”

“……How did it get to be that time?”

Sloth said as she stretched.

“Then why are you sleeping in the classroom when you could be in your room?”

She gave me a look that said I was asking the obvious.

“Don’t you get sleepy when you’re in the classroom?”

“……So you sleep in the classroom?”

“Yes.”

“……Why don’t you go to class?”

“You don’t have to tell me, I’m going.”

Grumbling, she pushed herself to her feet and glared at me.

“Training field again today?”

“For the time being, yes.”

I said, following after Sloth.

“But what do you do at night, do you sleep all day or do you not sleep at night?”

Sloth didn’t answer that question.

In fact, I didn’t want to hear the answer.

‘I’m sure she sleeps at night. If she gets lazy, she’ll sleep a lot during the day, and if she can’t sleep, she’ll just toss and turn to get some sleep.’

I cursed Sloth inwardly, and then I arrived at the training field.

Boris and Chloe were waiting for their lesson when they spotted Amon, and they gasped as if they had seen a ghost.

“Ah, Mr. Amon.”

“Yes, did you all get a good night’s rest?”

“Yes…….”

“I’m glad to hear it. Good luck in class!”

Amon obediently walked away, and Boris and Chloe’s eyes lit up with anxiety.

The lesson soon followed.

Amon didn’t seem to mind Sloth’s disrespectful demeanor as she lay down on a sleeping bag on the floor.

‘Why is Mr. Amon in such a good mood?’

‘I wonder if he didn’t give up his special class, but he’s been yelled at by the other teachers…….’

Boris and Chloe were dreading when Amon would mention the special class.

“Then class is over for today.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sloth. You guys did a great job too, now go to recess!”

But to their surprise, when the class was over, he sent them away as if to say hurry up and go!

‘Did he give up on the special class?’

‘I guess he gave up.’

Boris and Chloe’s hearts sank with relief.

After a short break, it was time for magic class.

‘Mr. Amon’s not here!’

‘He’s given up!’

But Amon walked in halfway through the class.

“I apologize for being late.”

“No, you’re not. Anyway, to explain Ronald Wisley’s theory…….”

Despite Marion’s drunken lecture, Amon listened with a serious face.

‘What the hell?’

‘Didn’t he actually give up his special class?’

When the magic class finally ended.

“Well done, senior Marion, you’ve done well too! Hurry up and go eat!”

What an unexpectedly cheerful dismissal!

They were both relieved and uneasy at the same time.

‘What’s wrong with him?’

‘I’m rather scared…….’

The next twist came at lunchtime.

While Boris and Chloe were eating and discussing Amon’s strange demeanor, Amon appeared with Marion and Sloth.

“Haha, kids, how’s the meal going?”

“What? Oh, yes, sir.”

“Okay, okay. But eat in moderation. I don’t want you to throw up in the special class.”

“……?”

Amon held out the ‘Special Class Permit’ with the Vice Principal’s seal, and both of their faces turned grim.

‘What the……!’

‘This is ridiculous!’

In the morning class, Amon quickly dismissed the students and slapped Sloth and Marion with the Vice Principal’s permit.

‘Now that the Vice Principal’s permission is given, you can’t block the special class anymore!’

‘Ugh……!’

‘Hahaha, do you feel the difference in power?’

The thrill of wielding power on your back!

It was the power of half a King of Mangoes.

“Then gather in the training hall like yesterday. Understand?”

“Sigh, ahhhhhh……”

I walked out of the cafeteria, leaving behind the students with tears like chicken poop.

Marion, who was looking at them worriedly, said, smelling of alcohol.

“Look, Amon. You’re an adult, why are you teasing the children like this?”

I laughed at that.

“They’re always scared to death, and then when they actually do it, they’re motivated. I’m sure they’ll be motivated when they get to class.”

It’s human psychology.

It’s not for nothing that they say that the beginning is half the battle.

‘Actually, that’s part of it, but I was also annoyed that Sloth and Marion were hiding behind me and glaring at me yesterday when I was being scolded…….’

“Anyway, I’ve also thought about the intensity of the class myself, so please watch over it and let me know if you think it’s too intense. However, I can’t let it go too leniently like the vice principal said, so please only do it if you think it’s really too intense.”

In other words, Sloth and Marion were the supervisors of the special class.

“Okay, we can’t go around in circles forever. Leave it to me.”

Marion thumped his chest.

Sloth hugged her sleeping bag tightly.

“I’m bothered.”

“I’ll tell the vice principal.”

“I almost said that.”

Soon afterward, the three teachers, including Amon, arrived at the training hall where they had agreed to meet after a quick meal.

They waited for Boris and Chloe and chatted.

“Hehehe, but those two know how to work hard. If you teach them well, they might show a good performance in the competition.”

Amon said selflessly in response to Marion’s cheerful words.

“That’s what I think too! I hope they do well in the contest!”

For my own good!

“Would you like to say something, Ms. Sloth?”

“I want to sleep.”

“Dear Vice Headmaster…….”

“They both have talent in swordsmanship.”

“Isn’t that a bit insincere?”

And how long did I wait?

“Lunch is over, right?”

“Yes.”

How long did I wait?

“According to the curriculum, it’s time for afternoon classes to start, right?”

“Yep.”

Another hour passed, and Amon rose to his feet and took off to hunt Boris and Chloe.

* * *

“Please let me live…….”

“I want to live…….”

The pitiful cries of the two students did not reach Amon.

“Haha, guys, who’s eating you?”

Bringing them back to the training field, Amon crossed his arms and spoke in a stern voice.

“Now, you both did it yesterday, so you know what to do, right?”

“Seo, no…….”

“Yes!”

Amon clapped his hands.

“To a healthy body!”

“There, a healthy mind resides there!”

Boris and Chloe started running, and Amon followed, chanting.

And Marion, who had been watching the skit from afar, said.

“Sloth, do you think that means anything?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean, does it mean that running around helps your swordsmanship?”

Sloth smirked.

“That’s why mages are mages, stamina is fundamental to swordsmanship.”

“Yeah, that’s why I was carried by soldiers when I was in the army.”

“Well, running is the beginning of swordsmanship. It builds your footing, gives you stamina, and teaches you to control your own breathing.”

Marion shuddered at the thought.

“Then why haven’t you taught them that before?”

“Because my students are the children of nobles.”

“……aah.”

The parents of noble children are overly accommodating to their children.

“Well, if they are aristocrats and start running around in an undignified manner, who knows what their parents might say.”

“It actually happened.”

Sloth muttered, her jaw clenched as she watched Amon chase after the students.

“So I figured I’d better do something about it.”

“……Hmm.”

Marion said with a smirk.

“Well, that means Amon knows what’s going on with those students.”

“Because Boris is a commoner and Chloe lost her country.”

No one would blame him for being a little rough.

But after a moment of thought, they both shook their heads in unison.

“No, even a noble child would be treated like that.”

“……I think so, too.”

Right now, the two of them would have been hit over the head with bottles and punched in the face with fists.

And how far they’d run.

“Then you both take a break!”

“Huh, huh, huh……yeah……?”

The panting duo stopped, dumbfounded.

They thought he was going to drive them to the brink of death like yesterday, but he stopped already?

Sure, they were still out of breath, but yesterday, he had them running until they puked.

Anyway, I left them resting and turned to Sloth.

“Is this enough?”

“……Yes, their running form was about to collapse.”

“Good. I stopped just in time.”

Smiling with satisfaction, I took the wooden sword Sloth handed me.

I walked over to the students, who were panting and catching their breath.

“Now, everyone, take a breath and listen.”

Boris and Chloe rolled their eyes, expecting another lesson in incomprehensible magic like yesterday.

But to their surprise, Amon tossed them a wooden sword and said.

“Take it and hit me with it.”

“It’s ……?”

“Try to hit me with one. If you can’t, then…….”

“……?”

Amon said, grinning broadly.

“Here we go again!”

The two of them gripped their wooden swords with glee.

* * *

“Hmph, hmph, hmph!”

“Haha, you’re both weak!”

“Hic, Iyat!”

“Slow.”

Boris and Chloe whimper and swing their wooden swords at Amon, who dodges them with ease.

Marion was dumbfounded by the sight.

“What does that mean?”

Sloth said, her jaw clenched at the question.

“You ran, didn’t you?”

“As far as……?”

“Then you know that running is hard, right?”

“Um…….”

“Stamina grows fast when pushed to its limits, and if you’re not used to running, running to your limits kills you.”

Sloth said, clicking her tongue.

“So he’s going to make them run to their limit and swing their swords to push them past that limit. It’s probably better than just making them run.”

“……Well, they’ll build up their stamina quickly.”

“Besides, they’re swinging swords, so the muscles they use to wield them will build up. Of course, their posture is terrible, but it’s my job to correct it.”

Marion smirked.

“That’s pretty efficient for just rolling around.”

Sloth laughed bitterly at that.

Earlier, during recess after class, Amon had been endlessly asking for advice on his new training policy.

‘I’ve revised and revised and revised. I can’t just roll with it.’

Marion, who had been watching Amon and the students, suddenly said.

“Then there’s a reason for that, too?”

Amon was jumping up and down, taunting the students.

“Can’t you hit me? You’re too slow, right?”

“Yip, yip!”

“Where’s the guy who can hit me?”

“Eek, eek!”

Sloth muttered in a daze.

“I wonder if he’s trying to build up their venom……?”

“Well, I don’t know…….”

He’s just teasing them.

* * *

A moment later, as the students collapsed in exhaustion, Amon reached for his wooden sword.

“Krrr!”

“Eek, Boris, you can’t bite!”

“Haaaah!”

“Chloe! You’re not a cat!”

Amon smirked at them, realizing he had teased them too hard and their hostility was palpable.

“Now, both of you, take a break and listen.”

“…….”

“Now we begin our magic lesson!”

They gaped.

‘Again, he’s going to tell us something we won’t even understand…….’

But the next words out of Amon’s mouth were unexpected.

“What is Ronald Wisley’s main theory?”

It was something they learned in Marion’s class today.

“……The definition of the four elements?”

“Correct. Now tell me about the four elements.”

“Well, they are…….”

Marion looked at Amon, who was teaching magic, and nodded.

‘After all, it’s best to review rather than teach something new.’

In other words, the structure of the current special class was simple.

Amon would teach physical fitness, and then Sloth would teach swordsmanship.

Marion teaches magic, and Amon reviews what they learned.

‘It’s a normal, fulfilling class. Nothing special, but…….’

No, there is something special.

‘Enthusiasm.’

Despite his joking demeanor, Amon is sincere in his lessons.

Even as he reviewed the magic lesson, he carefully rubbed the tired legs of his students.

Sloth, who was staring at the scene, spoke up.

“……Mr. Marion.”

“……What?”

“Why don’t we try something more serious?”

“……No problem.”

While all this was going on.

‘I’m massaging you so hard, you’re going to whine about sore muscles tomorrow!’

Amon thought to himself as he rubbed their legs.