How to Survive as the Academy’s Villain

Chapter 90

“Look over there.”

“Huh? It’s Kamon.”

“Wow, it really is Kamon?”

“No way, amazing. Is he finally coming to class?”

The moment I attended class after a long time, I attracted a massive amount of attention—no, I became the ultimate hot topic.

Given the inevitable course of events, I decided to handle it my way with absolute certainty.

“…”

And that was to ignore, thoroughly ignore them.

‘Reacting unnecessarily here will only lead to even greater negative consequences.’

Silence has always been considered more valuable than gold. If I remained unshaken in any situation and kept to my path, this difficulty would surely disappear soon… at least, that’s what I believed.

Clatter!

Suddenly, the front door opened, and the person who entered was Professor Beroen Clarence, who was in charge of Intermediate Magic Studies. With his arrival, the classroom, which had been noisy until then, instantly fell silent as if it were another country’s matter. This alone made one realize the charisma and overwhelming presence of Beroen Clarence.

Of all the people I’ve met, he was the most meticulous and picky…

“It’s a face I haven’t seen in a while.”

As soon as our eyes met, he gave a sly smile and uttered such words.

“Our assistant, who dared to get injured without permission, disrupting my class.”

What, what is he saying?

Suddenly mocking me, Professor Beroen soon turned his gaze to the other students and continued.

“Everyone remembers the magic we learned in the last class.”

Having said that, he looked at me again and spoke.

“Assistant, demonstrate.”

“W-What, suddenly?”

I could feel the eyes of the other students focusing on me as Professor Beroen’s stern command echoed in the air.

“Yes, come forward.”

With no other choice, I walked forward at Professor Beroen’s repeated orders.

Tap, tap.

“Now, show us the ‘Chain Explosion’ magic we learned last time.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just like you did at the seminar, show us your excellent magic.”

Without saying a word, I looked around at his request, still wearing a sly smile.

“…”

Naturally, all the students were focusing on me.

‘Sigh, seriously.’

I had a feeling something was off when he smiled earlier…

But then, a faint smile appeared on my lips.

Why, you ask?

‘It’s actually perfect.’

In this situation where I had already attracted so much attention, every action I took would spread throughout the academy. That means…

‘I just need to prove here why Kamon Vade is called a talented mage.’

After obtaining the ring artifact with the embedded ‘Orb’ from Jamie, I hadn’t just sat idly by. Experiencing the existence of ‘mana’ for the first time ever since then, it would have been foolish to do nothing.

Since that day, I had memorized every magic theory in the textbooks and learned the formulas by heart.

‘And I practiced manipulating and casting mana whenever I had the chance.’

This included the Chain Explosion magic.

“What are you doing, assistant? Hurry and demonstrate the magic, like you did last time.”

Nodding slightly at Professor Beroen’s urging, I quietly closed my eyes.

Chain Explosion magic. It was a downgraded version of the ‘Nine Rings of Fire’ magic I demonstrated at the seminar.

The basic mechanism itself shared the concept of chain magic.

‘Slowly, and calmly.’

Amidst the huge flow of energy I sensed as soon as I closed my eyes, I fixed part of the power.

‘The formula for Chain Explosion magic was… Ah, that one!’

One of the few good things about being possessed by Kamon Vade was that my memory had become significantly better compared to before.

As I quickly organized the formulas in my mind, I began to focus my power on the ‘Orb’.

Shuuuuu!

‘Separate them one by one.’

The mana, which had been gathering in front of me for some time, started to separate in accordance with my will through the ‘Orb’.

One, two, three… ten, twenty, and then thirty.

The moment it transformed into dozens of mana chunks.

‘Now!’

Imagining a lighter being ignited in my mind, I created a small spark.

Pop, Bang!

The first prepared chunk of mana exploded, and immediately…

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The mana around me began to explode in a chain reaction.

‘It’s done.’

The mana chunks exploded vividly and splendidly, just like the time I had practiced, or even more impressively.

Pop, Pop! Bang!

“What, what is this?”

“Is this the Chain Explosion magic we learned?”

“N-No way. How many chunks of mana did he split?”

Pop! Pop! Bang!

As the chain of exploding mana chunks continued endlessly, I opened my eyes simultaneously.

Boom!

With the final mana chunk exploding, the chain explosion magic that had filled the entire classroom ended.

“…”

“…”

The students who witnessed it all were speechless, and a silent calm settled over the classroom.

“Is this enough?”

At the end of the magic demonstration, I asked, “Is this enough?” Professor Beroen Clarence, who had been watching me with a deeply settled gaze, finally moved.

Clap! Clap!

The sound of his hands clapping echoed through the silent classroom. Then, he spoke.

“As expected of my chosen assistant.”

For someone as meticulous, unpleasant, and picky as Beroen Clarence, these words of praise coming from his mouth were unprecedented.

“Did that professor just give a compliment?”

“Unbelievable.”

The once silent classroom quickly filled with murmurs of disbelief.

Clap, clap!

“Everyone, focus. As you just saw, the Chain Explosion magic can theoretically be amplified infinitely. By subdividing and differentiating each chunk of mana…”

However, Professor Beroen immediately began to lecture about the theory and feedback on the magic I had just demonstrated.

Step, step.

“Phew.”

Returning to my seat, I took a deep breath to calm my trembling heart.

‘This time, it was real.’

What I showed at the last magic seminar was merely a miracle of chance and coincidence. But this time, it was the first achievement of what I had directly felt and learned. Trying to calm my pounding heart, I looked around. I couldn’t help but twitch my lips as I sensed the slightly changed gazes of the students.

* * *

After the magic class ended, I continued attending other classes one by one. Herbology, History, Dungeon Studies, and even Formula Studies. Naturally, in every class, people’s attention was drawn to me, and most of the reactions were similar.

“Look at his right hand, isn’t that the ring?”

“Wow, the rumors were true?”

“So, is Kamon really dating the princess? But what about Lady Cecilia?”

“Can this even be possible?”

No matter where I went, conversations about me were a hot topic, but my reaction remained consistent.

“…”

Complete disregard. I didn’t respond at all, simply enduring their reactions. Since I had the powerful weapon of time, their interest would eventually fade. However, before I could finish that thought, an unexpected situation occurred.

“Kamon Vade.”
“Princess… Francia?”

Of all people, the one person I absolutely shouldn’t have run into approached me.

“Look, it’s Princess Francia.”’

“Whoa, it’s the princess.”

Instantly, everyone’s attention and gaze were focused on us.

‘What on earth is she doing? Is she deliberately trying to screw me over?’

“Haha, Princess. What brings you here?”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Ha, I should be asking you that. Are you out of your mind?

Naturally, our encounter drew everyone’s attention and curiosity, including the few students who hadn’t shown much interest in me before.

At that moment,

“Take off that ring immediately.”

Her gaze was firmly fixed on the ring on my right hand. Only then did I understand why Princess Francia was causing such a commotion. With a slightly flushed face, she continued with a frustrated expression.

“With all the weird rumors floating around, what do you think people will think if you keep wearing that? Be reasonable.”

Ugh. She’s throwing the bait right into the water.

“Take it off, now.”

“No.”

“Take it off…”

“Excuse me, but isn’t this ring mine now, Princess?”

“What… did you say?”

“I just can’t understand. Why should you, Princess, tell me to take off my ring?”

For crying out loud, this is directly tied to my life, you know.

Therefore,

“I’m going to keep wearing it. Don’t bother me.”

“You, you…”

Clatter!

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening announced the arrival of the professor in charge of the class.

“Shouldn’t you return to your seat now, Princess Francia? Class is about to start.”

“…”

With one last, sharp glare, Princess Francia stomped back to her seat.

“Phew, this isn’t easy.”

Sighing deeply, I muttered to myself. Despite feeling the intense stares on the back of my head throughout the class, I tried my best to ignore them.

* * *

“…I apologize, but a meeting isn’t possible right now.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll make sure to convey your message.”

“What should I do? He’s not in his office…”

Isabel, the secretary to the dean of Flance Imperial Academy, was putting all her effort into turning away numerous meeting requests and visitors.

“Yes, yes, I understand. I’ll tell him to contact you later.”

Despite the flood of requests for responses from Dean Elmon through direct visits, crystal ball calls, and letters, no one could predict when the dean’s office door would open again.

“Sigh, this is endless. It’s too much.”

Isabel, who had served the dean for many years, did not particularly resent him despite his prolonged absence. She had received much kindness and consideration from him, and this incident was, in her view, an utterly absurd and unfair situation.

“How on earth could we have prevented that?”

There had been two attacks on a student within the academy. Although she felt sorry for the princess, it wasn’t something the academy could have anticipated or prepared for.

“They should allocate sufficient funds to strengthen the security force. And this wasn’t something foreseeable.”

As the dean of the academy, Elmon had many responsibilities. From administrative tasks within the academy to interacting with various external figures and sometimes even conducting business.

Although the position carried considerable honor and some power, it was impossible to do everything perfectly.

“Yet, the dean always did his best. It’s too much.”

The attacks within the academy were incidents beyond the dean’s control. They were practically unavoidable accidents.

But the dean, with his great honor and power, also bore heavy responsibilities… With constant demands for his resignation and calls for board meetings, Dean Elmon eventually cut off all communication.

“Our dean, it’s just so unfair.”

Isabel could only mutter as she looked at the portrait of the old man with a long, white beard hanging behind her.

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