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Academy Undercover Professor

How surprised I was when I died in an accident in my previous life and came to my senses to find out that I was born as a baby in this world. That was already 27 years ago. I feel like the years have passed so quickly. This world is a unique world in which magic dwells in the world commonly referred to as the Victorian era and Belle Époque, and sub-species and monsters are added. Wouldn't it be better if I entered the world of a game I used to enjoy or a novel I liked... This is a different world that doesn't even exist in my memory, literally without even an ointment. then I Became a teacher at the most prestigious magic academy in the empire. … Because I was mistaken for someone else.

Mongrel99 · Fantasie
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18 Chs

Undercover Employment (3)

The man was like a calm lake in the mist of dawn.

It is cold, chilly, and still.

Like a peaceful sleep that is not shaken, each action is restrained, quiet, and free.

Even when the door to the classroom is closed.

Even when the footsteps of the shoes climb onto the podium.

Even when putting papers on the desk.

There was no sound.

The silence swallowed the entire lecture hall like ripples on the water.

"uh… … ."

Even the aristocratic students who kept talking were swept away by the atmosphere and kept their mouths shut.

The quiet students turned their eyes to the main character standing on the podium with their eyes shining with curiosity.

The suit, suitable for his tall stature, was not wrinkled. On top of that, a black frock coat that fits the body is added.

Stylish, yet not overdone attire.

When the man takes off the top hat and tosses it lightly, it gently flies toward the hanger in the corner of the class and lands on it.

While the series of movements were so natural, his appearance hidden by the hat was revealed.

A sharp jawline and a straight nose and unblinking eyes.

His strong, yet charismatic eyes were sharpened to the point where he couldn't be seen as a new teacher.

His hair, long for a man, was tied neatly at the nape of his neck.

gulp.

Some of the aristocratic students who were talking behind his back secretly swallowed their saliva without realizing it, weighed down by the momentum.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Rudger Celish, who has just been newly appointed to the Academy."

The moment he opened his mouth and made a sound.

As if water was sprinkled.

The atmosphere of the classroom, which had been immersed in quiet silence, returned to reality.

* * *

"Since it's the first day, I won't go to the studying material right away so let's make an announcement in advance."

I slowly hung the frock coat on the hanger.

It wasn't difficult to keep the conversation going. It was enough to just recite the words that I thought of in advance at the right timing.

This is a kind of play.

I am the actor on stage, and the students are the spectators.

All you have to do is follow the flow and continue the monologue naturally.

Because the script is all in my head.

"My class is on manifestation. However, there will be no teaching purely about the manifestation system. Rather than that, I will focus on applying it in real life beyond the principle, a little closer to practice."

Scanning the crowd, I saw a few shrug their shoulders.

That's a good response.

Since he was known to be a soldier , no student looked at him strangely even if he maintained such a tone of voice and intense eyes.

"And classes can be applied for not only the second year, but also the first year. In other words, it can be seen as a joint class for first and second graders."

At my words, a murmur began to emerge from all over the place.

The students gathered now were all sophomores, so it was embarrassing.

However, there is no school rule that says classes must be divided by grade, so it was not impossible.

The moment the noise slowly subsided, I opened my mouth at the most appropriate time.

"stop."

tall.

In an instant, the noise inside the classroom disappears.

Everyone's eyes turn to this direction again.

"It is natural for sophomores to be dissatisfied with the fact that they have to take classes like first-year students. But don't worry. Just because I'm considerate of the first graders, I won't teach the obvious things that beginners would learn."

Relief-filled reactions flow from all over the place.

The teaching method of Seorn Academy is more like a university than a high school.

However, it is not completely a university, so it can be seen that it is mixed a little vaguely. Shops and penalty points are prime examples.

Students at Seorn choose the lectures they want to take according to their specialties, and earn credits by completing the subjects.

Students here are children who hear prodigies wherever they go.

Even if you are in the 1st year, there is nothing much different from the 2nd year. With that in mind, I decided to hold a joint class for first and second graders.

why?

When only sophomores get together, stories about teachers inevitably come out.

The curiosity and main target of the sophomores, who have already known each other for a year, cannot but be me, the new teacher, not my classmates in the same grade.

But what if a freshman who just entered the classroom is in the same class?

The nerves of the sophomores are diverted to the juniors in the first year.

Then there will definitely be fewer people talking about me.

Even if there are complaints, they do not dig further.

The existence of a freshman is a kind of smoke screen and breakwater that prevents anyone from doubting my qualifications as a teacher.

"Why do you allow first-year students to take classes?"

Someone raised their hand and said.

Upon closer examination, it was a female student with wavy blonde hair that reached her waist.

They recognized her around them and were talking to each other about something. what? Is she a good kid?

Upon closer inspection, there was a familiar face somewhere.

that face... … Where have you seen many?

'That kind of person who is reluctant to think of something... … .'

Once the question was asked, I decided to answer it.

"Because I thought they needed a chance too."

"What do you mean by opportunity?"

"I find it very disappointing that I only have to take my classes for a certain grade. That's never the right attitude as an educator. Giving equal teaching to all regardless of grade level. That is my opinion."

Well, you might ask why I didn't mention the 3rd year and beyond here.

Of course, they can also take my classes if they want. However, it will be difficult for the 3rd graders to digest the required subjects they are learning right away.

In fact, the only thing I can afford is up to the second year.

"Of course, that means that the classes I teach are not restricted by grade. I am proud to say that it is definitely different from the existing ones."

Well, it's not like you just throw it out without thinking.

Because I was prepared for the class.

For a peaceful future, there's nothing I can't do by solving a few tips I have.

"It's hard to understand unless you explain exactly what class it is."

"If you have any questions, just come to my class. It's not fun to tell them in advance."

I'm sorry, but I have no intention of telling you what to teach right away.

Rather, it was intended to annoy her and make her more curious.

Because there is nothing that students at the academy are more wary of than an unknown class that they may teach.