I Broke Off My Engagement and Got a Job at the Academy

89. Final Evaluation

“I’m going crazy. This is, if I really try to make a big deal out of this… it works, right?”

Professor Cordelia laughed as she said that. It was a mess. And I was no different, so we both looked at each other and laughed again.

“Creating a 5-circle magic in less than a month… It’s possible. It feels like I’m going to die, but it’s something that can be done if you work hard enough to the point of literally dying.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Then Professor Cordelia raised her fist at me and said,

“Don’t laugh. Who made you work so hard that you could die? If it weren’t for you, this wouldn’t have happened. Anyway, I’m crazy. How could I bring someone like this to be my disciple…”

“Why, really, a disciple can get some help from his master!”

I straightened my shoulders and spoke confidently. Then Professor Cordelia punched me. Of course, I was so weak that she could only pat me on the head.

“Oh my, this is… enough. Since you made me suffer like this, I’m going to make you pay dearly. Do you understand?”

“Haha… yes.”

I answered Professor Cordelia’s words and hugged her. Then, I felt a panicked movement in my arms, trying to escape.

“Huh!? You, you, what are you doing! Let go quickly!”

Just watching her blushing and squirming in my arms made me laugh. After hugging her for a while, the professor’s squirming subsided and he became still.

Then I freed her. Professor Cordelia clenched her fists again and started beating me.

… Still weak, but it seems like there’s some kind of murderous intent…?

“Cough!”

Okay, wait a minute. I got a flower in my mouth.

But Professor Cordelia paid no attention to my condition and beat me for a long time before shaking my hands.

“This kid is always making fun of his teacher….”

“…I’m sorry. I was just too happy.”

“You shut up a little. You’re going to get angry.”

I kept my mouth shut and pouty lips.

But, it’s true that I was so happy that I couldn’t control myself. Of course, I would have fallen if I didn’t have this, but how could I not be happy when my chances of survival have increased?

Professor Cordelia glared at me with her face still flushed red, then said.

“…You know the test starts tomorrow, right? Hurry up and wash up and get ready. You smell like sweat.”

“…Uh, sweaty smell?”

“Oh. So you thought I’d be okay, since I’ve been locked in this room and just studied without washing once since Friday night? I need to wash up soon, ugh.”

Professor Cordelia, who had been grumbling like that, let out a huff and left my room. I tried to activate the magic I had just completed once more.

A blue thorn made of magic. It may not look like much at first glance, but when you think about the magic contained in this single thorn, you can’t help but feel satisfied.

After checking the magic one last time, I headed out to wash up.

“…Does it really stink?”

I grabbed the hem of my clothes and sniffed.

…

Cordelia went to her room and soaked in the bathtub, relaxing.

And then suddenly, I remembered what had happened just a moment ago.

“…and hugging each other is chaos.”

The sensations I felt when I was suddenly hugged by my disciple, the smell of that body, the firmness, and the strength with which it held me, were still vivid in my memory.

Maybe it’s because I’m too smart. Sometimes, having a good memory can be a problem.

Don’t you feel strange and useless right now? Cordelia thought, her face crumpled.

“This won’t work. I’ll have to beat him up again on the way to the test site tomorrow.”

Don’t you think your teacher is being ridiculous for treating you so comfortably? Cordelia let out a groan.

But on the other hand, a small smile appeared.

I don’t know why he had such an urgent need to study magic, but I figured if it helped him, then it wasn’t so bad.

Of course, I went through a lot of hardships during the process. No, if I think about it, it seems like it was a bit too difficult to sum it up with just the satisfaction of seeing my disciple’s face.

“…I’ll have to eat a lot of it later.”

How about clearing out an entire day and spending Eden’s money on expensive drinks? Or maybe you could go to the top, buy a bunch of expensive ingredients, and have him act as your porter.

Of course, I had enough money, and I didn’t really need a porter, since I had a subspace pocket. But, isn’t the important thing whether I need it or not?

What would it be like for him to act as a porter next to you? Would he grumble about being asked to do something like this, or would he just follow along? Either way, he would be satisfied. Just seeing his face would already be enough to make him happy.

Professor Cordelia thought so and let out a snicker.

“First, I need to finish the final exams starting tomorrow.”

…

The Imperial Academy’s first-year final exams were, unusually, held outside the academy.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that the defense is lax. Because the place where the final exams are held is not only where all the first-year professors gather to prepare, but also has its own unique characteristics.

The place was none other than High Mountain, located in the center of the Yonggol Mountains.

The mountain was so tall and majestic that it surpassed all the mountains in the world and earned the name of ‘high mountain’.

Of course, being the tallest mountain in the world wasn’t all there was to High Mountain. High Mountain’s greatest special feature was that it was inhabited by spirits.

The greatest special characteristic of High Mountain was that it was a window connecting the spirit world and the middle world. Because of this, there were cases where those with high natural sensitivity could see the spirits.

Of course, the spirits did not completely cross over to Middle-earth. Due to the special nature of High Mountain, they could not go outside of High Mountain, and they existed on the border of the world without being materialized.

However, that does not mean that it has no effect.

The teacher sat down, resting his chin on his hand, and listened to what the spirit he had made a contract with had to say.

“So you’re saying the students are starting to arrive now? Aveners.”

The superior wind spirit, Avernus, nodded.

[Yeah. That’s what the lower-level spirits say.]

The principal yawned when he heard that.

“Haa, well then… there’s nothing left. Good work, Aveners.”

Cordelia, who saw that sight, looked at Avernus with eyes filled with wonder.

It is generally known that high-level spirits are equivalent to high experts. The highest-level spirits or spirit kings are practically mythical beings, so they are exceptions. In fact, only those who have reached the highest level as a spirit master can contract with high-level spirits.

‘And the one who made the contract with that spirit is….’

The Academy Vice Principal, Havelus. In addition to being a High Expert, he was also a contractor for a higher-level spirit, and Cordelia rarely acknowledged him as a wizard beyond herself.

‘…Well, I don’t have the natural sensitivity to begin with, so it’s probably impossible, but I’m a little jealous.’

Even if she were to use her elemental powers, she wasn’t sure if she could win, but considering her elemental powers, she was definitely stronger than herself. As a 6th circle magician, Cordelia didn’t feel that way.

Well, that’s why he’s probably the vice principal of the academy. Both the principal and vice principal are particularly strong among the high experts.

In any case, inside High Mountain, the students’ safety was practically guaranteed.

The final exam rules were very simple. Climb to the top of High Mountain. Since it was an individual competition and each person had to prepare for the climb at their own discretion, according to their abilities and thoughts, the competition was bound to be even more intense.

However, unlike before, there was no need to fight monsters, and the students were the same, so the Academy Vice Principal’s abilities would be able to deal with almost any situation that could arise.

“The spirit surveillance system is really cool. This kind of thing is possible too.”

Cordelia spoke to the vice principal with admiration. The vice principal simply shrugged.

“Isn’t this a problem? Are the spirits lying or something?”

“That won’t happen. Common sense tells you that there would be no reason for spirits to have ranks. Spirits of a higher rank than you can’t be lied to. There won’t be any problems.”

The teacher answered like that and added one more thing.

“…If there is a problem in the spirit world and the connection with the spirits is cut off, then that would be different.”

Since he was not a being belonging to this world, he would not be able to receive help from the spirits if the connection ended.

But how could something like that happen so easily? The vice principal said as he continued to monitor the students’ movements.