How to Survive as the Academy’s Villain

Chapter 106

“It seems like it’s not a trivial matter, seeing as you came to see me so urgently.”

Everett Littrich, who embodied what it meant to age gracefully, lightly sipped his tea and murmured. In response, Professor Abellan, who had come to him urgently, spoke with a stern face.

“Professor, this is serious.”

“What’s the matter, Abellan? Is it about Kyle?”

“Yes, it is. The disciplinary request was processed within minutes of being submitted, and it has now reached the stage of forming the disciplinary committee.”

“Already?”

Everett raised his eyebrows in surprise at Abellan’s explanation.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Hmmm.”

Everett, making a strange sound, lightly stroked his beard and continued speaking.

“It’s impossible for a mere professor to manipulate the academy’s administration like this. It must be Phelan, right?”

“The one who submitted the disciplinary request was Beroen Clarence.”

“I know. And I’m also aware that he is quite close to Phelan Xavier.”

“……!”

Abellan Welber’s eyes widened in shock, as he was completely unaware of this fact.

“Are you suggesting that the magic division is moving systematically?”

“Well, it’s not certain yet.”

“But isn’t that implied in your words, Professor? The only person with enough power to influence the academy’s administration is Head Professor Phelan Xavier. If he is using Beroen Clarence to orchestrate this…”

“To orchestrate this?”

“I will fight them to protect what is right, even if it means resigning from my position.”

Seeing Abellan’s resolute and grave demeanor, Everett let out a hollow laugh and set down his teacup with a clatter.

“Hohoho. Abellan, you’re still young.”

“Professor!”

“I really appreciate your passion and youth. That’s why I want you to continue teaching the students here.”

“……”

Abellan looked at him with dissatisfaction, feeling as if Everett was speaking in riddles. In response, Everett Littrich reached out and patted his shoulder.

Pat pat!

“Don’t worry, Abellan.”

“Professor?”

“I’ll handle this myself.”

The longstanding advisor on swordsmanship, Everett Littrich, who had often been mentioned alongside Professor Phelan as a strong candidate for the next dean, finally rose from his seat.

“This should be quite enjoyable.”

Seeing the genuine anticipation in Everett’s eyes, Abellan Welber felt reassured for the first time.

“With you taking action, I’m sure things will work out well.”

“We don’t know anything yet. Avoid hasty predictions.”

“Then what should I do now?”

“Bring Kyle to me.”

“Kyle?”

“Yes. We need to hear exactly what happened and where to start, without missing a single detail, to make a decision.”

With Everett’s request, it wasn’t long before Kyle appeared before them.

And soon, as dawn broke the next day.

“…Is this for real?”

“What else can we do? We just have to do it if they say so.”

“Yeah, Diana told us to do this, so let’s just get it over with.”

“Phew, I’m not sure about this anymore.”

The Monster Trio, who still had some lingering bruises, appeared in front of the academy’s administrative office.

* * *

Lying in bed and welcoming a peaceful morning, I stretched out long.

“Haaah.”

Thanks to having a good night’s sleep for the first time in a while, I felt quite refreshed and light.

“Ah, this is nice. I need days like this too…”

Thump thump!

Suddenly, I felt a strong sense of déjà vu at the sound of someone pounding on my dormitory door.

‘What, again?’

Thump thump!

“Kamon, open the door.”

At the sound of the voice that followed, I instinctively shut my eyes tightly.

‘Isn’t that Professor Phelan’s voice?’

Damn it, has that bastard come to my dormitory?

Why all of a sudden?

Thump thump!

“Kamon Vade!”

Professor Phelan shouted my name irritably and immediately ordered someone.

“Open this door right now.”

“Professor, as I’ve already told you, you can’t do this.”

“I get it, now just open the door.”

“…According to dormitory rules, we can’t forcibly open a door without the student’s consent.”

The person arguing noisily with Professor Phelan right in front of my room was the dormitory’s caretaker, the maid.

“Are you going to keep being uncooperative?”

“You’ve ignored me from the start, Professor.”

“How dare a mere maid…!”

“I’m sorry, but I am the caretaker and the head of this dormitory.”

I couldn’t help but mentally give a thumbs-up to the dormitory’s caretaker for her unwavering voice.

Wow, she’s got quite a temper herself.

“Just open the door. Why are you being so stubborn? This isn’t about the rules right now.”

“No, the rules are my top priority.”

“Move aside!”

Thud!

“Ouch! Professor, did you just shove me?”

“Step aside, maid. Or caretaker, whatever you are. If you block me again, I might blow the door off entirely!”

Knowing Professor Phelan’s fiery temper, he was more than capable of following through on that threat.

“So you’re resorting to threats now?”

“Does this sound like just a threat to you?”

Ah, seriously.

Why on earth are they causing such a commotion in front of my room?

But if this keeps up, something bad might really happen, so I quickly opened the door.

“What’s going on so early in the morn—”

“Kamon!”

Before I could finish speaking, Professor Phelan grabbed my shoulders and shouted.

“Get your head straight from now on.”

“What?”

Showing up so suddenly in the morning, what nonsense is he talking about…?

“A war has started.”

“What? A war?”

“Yes, a war.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? What war? And what does that have to do with me?”

At my question, Professor Phelan immediately replied.

“Because you’ve been accused of assaulting a noble student, it’s very relevant to you now.”

“What?”

Assaulting a noble student?

* * *

The place I arrived at with Professor Phelan was his office, a place I remembered visiting before. There, at least a dozen professors specializing in magic were gathered, waiting for us.

“Is this the troublemaker Kamon Vade?”

“I’ve heard a lot about him, but it’s my first time seeing his face.”

“I’ve seen him once before.”

As they each made a comment, Professor Phelan clapped his hands.

Clap clap.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s get started. Simon?”

“Yes, Professor. Then let’s begin.”

Professor Simon Jenkins, who was in charge of magical engineering at the Flance Imperial Academy, began to speak.

“As you all know, Kamon Vade has been accused.”

With his words, everyone’s eyes turned towards me.

“The charge is that a commoner student assaulted a noble student. While that in itself is not a big problem…”

After pausing to gather everyone’s attention, Professor Simon continued.

“The problem is that we have testimony that those who accused Kamon met with Professor Everett Littrich the night before.”

“Professor Everett?”

“The advisor on swordsmanship met secretly with a student?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

At his resolute answer, the other professors’ expressions hardened noticeably. If what Professor Beroen said was true, this was no longer a mere incident between students but a direct clash with another faction.

At that moment, Professor Simon’s voice was heard again.

“Thus, in our efforts to understand the full story of the incident, we formulated this hypothesis.”

Although his subsequent explanation was lengthy, to summarize, it suggested that Professor Beroen’s disciplinary request against Kyle was seen as a declaration of war, prompting a counterattack. This implied an ambition from Professor Everett to claim the vacant dean’s position, leading the other professors to become greatly enraged.

“How dare they engage in such underhanded tactics? This is why those without proper backgrounds are a problem.”

“Disciplining a student is a professor’s prerogative. Using it as a political tool is outrageous.”

“They must be out of their minds to do this. It’s an insult and a contempt towards us.”

“This is a vile trick by the martial faction to discredit us in the field of magic.”

“They’re using these cheap tactics to seize the dean’s position…”

The professors collectively voiced their anger towards the swordsmanship faction.

Just then,

“Still, weren’t we the ones who struck first?”

When someone cautiously raised this point, all eyes focused on them.

“What do you mean?”

“The situation was triggered by Professor Beroen’s disciplinary request against Kyle. We should first determine if there was any unfairness in that action.”

“I’m sorry, but my actions were strictly according to due process.”

However, Professor Beroen’s firm response quickly shut down this cautious approach.

Then, Professor Phelan, who had been observing the situation, spoke up.

“Let’s sort this out. Disciplining students is a professor’s prerogative. But instigating students to file a complaint is entirely wrong.”

“Exactly. Apart from the disciplinary request, the swordsmanship faction crossed the line.”

“The bigger issue is that it was done by Everett Littrich, a senior advisor in swordsmanship. That man is essentially a senior statesman…!”

“Isn’t this an attempt to use our students as bargaining chips?”

“We cannot overlook their actions.”

At Professor Phelan’s words, the other professors voiced their agreement. Professor Phelan, who had been wearing a faint smile, now turned expressionless and spoke in a low voice.

“Then we must take appropriate action in response, right?”

His words were met with vigorous nods from the magic faculty professors.

At that moment,

“Um, excuse me.”

I raised my hand urgently and interrupted with a question.

“Can I know who exactly filed the complaint against me?”

As everyone’s attention focused on me due to my sudden question, Professor Beroen immediately provided an answer.

“Sol Crensh and two others. They accused you of assaulting nobles as a commoner.”

“Ah, I see.”

As I nodded in response,

Thud!

“There’s no need for that expression, Kamon. This is just their dirty trick…”

Professor Beroen continued with his characteristic stern face.

“They will pay for it.”

Seeing his resolute and determined demeanor, I looked at him with a deep, calm gaze.

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