The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 131

Amon chewed on the mint chocolate in his mouth with a serious face.

Gazes were fixed on him from all directions.

The people of the academy were giving him suspicious looks that seemed to say ‘Is that really tasty…? Really?’ while the Demon Lord was looking at him with an excited face as if asking him to say it again.

It seemed they had all forgotten about their fight from earlier.

‘And the priests and goddess are glaring at me like they’re looking at a heretic…Ah, why is that guy suddenly licking his mace?’

Anyway, under the silent pressure, Amon chewed on the mint chocolate again.

A sweetness that formed an exquisite harmony with the refreshing taste decorated his mouth.

‘…It’s really delicious though?’

But he couldn’t say those words out loud.

If he did, the Holy Kingdom’s priests would probably rush at him swinging their maces, and after sucking up to Banumin so much, he couldn’t tear down his carefully built tower now.

‘Right. Let’s handle the situation first.’

Having made up his mind, Amon quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and said.

“It’s not good.”

-What!?

“How could anyone serve this to people to eat? Now I understand why the goddess said no one would understand this. Tsk tsk.”

At Amon’s statement that completely shattered expectations, Joamin’s eyes trembled pitifully.

But who cares about the Demon Lord’s feelings!

Shaking his head repeatedly, Amon said.

“Ugh, it’s terrible! What a waste of my taste buds!”

At Amon’s outcry, Joamin collapsed in despair.

Does this world also fail to understand their will!

The goddess, Banumin, slapped her knee with an ‘I told you so’ face and exclaimed.

-Hahaha! Didn’t I tell you! That abomination would not be understood by anyone in this world!

Looking at Banumin’s satisfied gaze, Amon realized he had chosen the right answer.

Seeing the priests looking at him with warm faces, fortunately, it seemed they wouldn’t be rushing at him with maces.

‘Hehe, this’ll do. The completion of a world where no one gets hurt.’

Except the Demon Lord.

‘By the way, mint chocolate…’

Amon glanced at the mint chocolate chunks still floating in the air and swallowed his saliva.

While Brestle was breaking off and eating the mint chocolate regardless of the gazes around her, Amon regretted that he couldn’t do the same since he had to care about public opinion.

‘Just be patient for a little while. I can make this anytime by mixing that mint plant thing with chocolate.’

So Amon decided to get through this situation smoothly.

“Nom nom nom!”

“……”

“Munch munch! Gulp, nom nom nom!”

“……”

The problem was that he was terribly envious of Brestle greedily eating chunks of chocolate.

Again, chocolate was the nostalgic food that helped Amon recover his lost childhood!

Watching someone greedily devour it alone was making him more than a little jealous.

Well, fine.

He could barely endure that much.

The problem was other people’s reactions.

“Wow, she’s eating that like it’s so delicious. It tastes like mouthwash though.”

‘…I thought it was delicious.’

Anar’el’s disgusted reaction and.

“Tsk tsk, I really can’t understand the Vice Principal’s taste.”

‘What’s wrong with my taste…?’

Marion’s reaction was disappointing too.

“Tsk, that’s an insult to chocolate. Mixing mouthwash flavor with chocolate.”

‘What’s wrong with mint chocolate…?’

“I’m worried the Vice Principal might regularly eat mouthwash.”

‘Kai, I really don’t like this guy.’

“I could maybe eat it if someone threatened me with a sword. Did someone threaten the Vice Principal?”

‘The Pendorean family members must have messed up their taste buds too.’

While feeling disappointed about his narrow-minded colleagues who couldn’t understand others’ tastes.

‘But wait a minute…’

A bad feeling suddenly struck him.

The goddess, priests, and his colleagues couldn’t understand the taste of mint chocolate.

Only Brestle, the Demon Lord, and himself could understand this taste.

Then whose taste buds were wrong?

After being lost in thought for a moment, Amon came to a conclusion.

‘…There’s no way my taste buds are wrong, right?’

Then what’s wrong is the world, and what’s incorrect are other people!

‘Oh? Come to think of it, this is infuriating.’

I’ll destroy this world that claims I’m wrong!

Having made his decision, Amon approached the mint chocolate that Breslau was busy devouring.

“Grrrr!”

“Ah! Get out of the way!”

“Keeeng…”

After pushing Breslau away, Amon broke off a large piece of mint chocolate.

The ignorant crowd covered their mouths in shock at the sight.

“Wh-what is he doing…?”

“Don’t tell me he’s going to eat that!?”

Ignoring the sighs of the shocked gallery, Amon threw the piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Soon after, the perfect harmony of refreshing, cool, and sweet flavors in his mouth, a heavenly taste that satisfied every part of his mouth!

After savoring that harmony with his eyes closed, Amon’s eyes snapped open.

“Ah! It’s delicious!”

The ignorant crowd was shocked by Amon’s exclamation.

And Banumin, who was circling around Joamin with the priests, turned her head in surprise as if she had heard something she shouldn’t have.

-Wh-what? What’s with the sudden…!

The academy members reacted violently, openly pointing fingers.

“A-Amon! What nonsense are you suddenly spouting?”

“He’s finally gone mad, completely mad.”

Seeing their shocked expressions, Amon silently broke the chocolate into pieces and gathered them up before moving.

“Now, now. Principal.”

“Yes? Wh-what is it?”

“Come on, try it again.”

“No! That tastes like mouthwash!”

Amon stuck close to the disgusted Anar’el and whispered in a serious voice.

“Principal, think about it carefully. Aren’t you an elf who loves nature and forests? And not just any elf, but a magnificent high elf.”

“Yes? Th-that’s right…”

“Then why are you avoiding this which has the scent of leaves added to it? An elf shouldn’t be like that. No, definitely not.”

“B-but that’s different from…”

“It’s not right that an elf who loves nature and forests hates leaf scent.”

“Ugh, ahhh…”

“Now, let’s try it again.”

Under Amon’s sweet-talking, Anar’el unconsciously opened her mouth.

And a piece of chocolate smoothly placed on her tongue.

Amon moved Anar’el’s jaw up and down to help her chew while whispering.

“Oh my, it’s delicious. Oh, it’s so good.”

“Ugh… Ughh…”

“Hey! No spitting. Oh my, it’s delicious.”

“Munch munch…”

Is this tasty? Is it really tasty?

Even while thinking such thoughts, Anar’el recalled the elven instinct and destiny that Amon had mentioned.

It’s leaves. This is just chocolate with the strong scent of leaves.

“Oh my, it’s delicious.”

“It’s not go-”

“It’s delicious.”

Under Amon’s cunning whispers that penetrated her ears, Anar’el’s pupils slowly dilated.

“I-it’s dewishus…”

As the brainwashed Anar’el spoke with slurred pronunciation, Amon smiled with satisfaction and looked at the others.

And the moment the others realized his target had changed and tried to run away in shock.

“Senior Marion.”

“Hu-huk! Wh-when did you get next to me…?”

“Think about it. How many alcoholic drinks use herbs?”

“Th-that’s alcohol and…”

“Herbs wrap the main ingredients during fermentation and the oak barrel gives it a unique flavor.”

“Ugh, ughhh…”

The moment Marion’s eyes became unfocused after falling into his trap, Amon forcefully stuffed chocolate into his open mouth.

“Delicious, right?”

“Ughhh…”

“Hey, no spitting.”

“I-I need to brush my teeth.”

“No you don’t.”

After forcing Marion to give a ‘delicious’ confirmation, Amon rolled his eyes as he chose his next target.

Kai and Fiora were already hastily preparing to run away, and while Sloth was also preparing to escape, she was so slow that she could be caught at leisure.

“Kai.”

“Se-senior. I…”

“How can a noble of the Empire with such a high reputation discriminate against taste?”

“Ugh, ahhh…!”

This was a method Kai often used to attack others, but experiencing it himself was unbearably painful.

‘W-was this how others felt…!’

Being good at attacking doesn’t mean high defense!

Kai, who properly felt empathy after experiencing Amon’s brainwashing, finally opened his mouth.

“How is it? Delicious, right?”

“Ugh, uk…It-it’s delicious.”

“Good. I don’t feel the sincerity, but since you said it’s delicious, I’ll let it slide.”

After patting Kai’s back, Amon pounced on Fiora like a tiger.

“It-it’s delicious! I’m telling you it’s delicious!”

“You ruffian! How dare you say it’s delicious without even trying it!”

“Geeek!”

For the crime of lying, Fiora ended up with three pieces of chocolate in her mouth.

“How is it? Delicious, right?”

“…*sniff* Yesss.”

Amon smiled with satisfaction and finally looked at Sloth.

Sloth was trembling in a corner wrapped in her sleeping bag.

She seemed to be trying to mimic a pupa.

“Senior.”

“Th-there is no Sloth.”

“What do you mean there isn’t? You’re right here.”

Soon Sloth witnessed a terrifying sight.

The sleeping bag’s zipper opened with a ‘zzzip’ and Amon’s smiling face filled her vision as he held out mint chocolate.

“Kyaaah!”

* * *

Amon dusted off his hands and nodded with satisfaction.

He had gotten a ‘delicious’ confirmation from everyone at the academy.

‘See, it wasn’t my taste that was wrong but the world that was wrong!’

With a brightened face from self-satisfaction, Amon turned his head.

Joamin was jumping up and down with joy at receiving such high praise for her creation for the first time in her life, while Banumin was glaring coldly along with the priest group.

And when their eyes met, Banumin spoke.

-What do you think you’re doing?

“Pardon? What do you mean?”

-Forcing that atrocity on others to eat. And making them say it’s delicious. Can you still call yourself my believer?

Amon opened his eyes wide at Banumin’s words.

“Who’s your believer?”

-…Eh?

“I’m not a believer of the Order Religion though?”

-Y-you’re not?

Amon nodded and looked at the priests.

“Priests, by the way, you’re forgetting one important fact.”

“…Huh?”

When the arrow suddenly changed direction, the priests narrowed their eyes.

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

“Why did you all come here in the first place?”

“Huh? Well…to find the hero who is the owner of the holy sword Nukhael?”

“Right. And you found the hero. But why are you looking for the hero?”

“That’s…to stop the Demon Lord who will harm the world…”

The priests stopped talking as they suddenly realized something.

A Demon Lord trying to make people eat mint chocolate.

‘Do we really need to stop that?’

Those who want to eat it will eat it and those who don’t won’t.

‘Besides, the goddess was fighting with the Demon Lord because of food…?’

This was the behind-the-scenes story of the Holy Kingdom that was founded under the destiny of stopping the Demon Lord who might resurrect someday?

The priests’ faces turned red as they realized this.

They belatedly felt a subtle shame.

“Well, priests.”

“……”

“Just…maybe we can leave it alone for now?”

The priests didn’t answer or nod, but their eyes showed agreement.

And realizing their hearts had been swayed, Amon shouted with an impassioned face.

“Besides, what era is this to be talking about heroes and demon lords! Right! Hero! Demon Lord! Aren’t these truly anachronistic words!”

* * *

The new hero, Boris, was stroking the holy sword Nukhael with a serious face.

‘Hehe, to think I’m the hero chosen by god.’

Boris clenched his fist with a hopeful face.

‘My journey, my adventure starts now!’

At that time, Amon was giving a speech to the priests.

“I cannot help but lament the anachronistic, outdated notions of heroes and demon lords! The Demon Lord and mint chocolate were merely victims born in the wrong era! Heroes are unnecessary in this age…”