The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 67

Vice Principal, Brestle’s Lightning-fast Wildness!

It had only been a few weeks since leaving the academy, but something was terribly wrong.

Because of this, Amon was so shocked that he completely forgot his desire to strike Brestle when he met her.

“Vice Principal! What happened in the short time we didn’t see each other?!”

“Uwa-! Eek! U, uuuuu!”

“What in the world is this…?”

Brestle, who was jumping around like a barbarian detached from civilization!

Seeing the stone knife that seemed to have been used for preparing the wild boar, Amon bit his lip tightly.

‘It looks like she’s transitioning from chipped stone tools to polished stone tools.’

Ah! What in the world made Brestle like this?

Amon was in such shock that he flinched.

‘Wait, could it be…?’

He suddenly recalled what Anar’el had said about Brestle in the past.

‘Dark Elves often get obsessed with one desire. The Vice Principal has a severe obsession with food. But did she go hungry on vacation? It seems to have gotten worse since before.’

Could it be that leaving the academy was fine, but since she starved, she went mad?

‘Yeah, she probably didn’t have any money, so she couldn’t buy food. So, she ended up returning to the primal hunting lifestyle!’

Looking at it from that angle, it could be said that her choice to capture and roast a wild boar was indeed correct.

‘Hmm, maybe it was good I brought this after all.’

Amon pulled something out of his pocket and gently set it down on the ground.

“Vice Principal!”

“U, ack- ack!”

“Look at this!”

Amon pointed to what he had brought and took a few steps back.

I am harmless. I am not your enemy.

He stepped back with both hands held out, as though to show he meant no harm, and continued speaking.

“It’s something you like!”

“U… Uuu?”

As Amon spoke and stepped back, Brestle showed interest in what he had placed down.

When Brestle saw it, her eyes widened.

That’s right.

“It’s a potato from our territory!”

“…U!”

The perfect bait to lure Brestle!

As expected, Brestle quickly approached and showed interest in the potato.

“U, ah! Kyakyak!”

Brestle, examining the potato as if it were a rare treasure!

And then, it happened.

Flinch-!

Brestle, who had been jumping around, suddenly started shuddering.

“U, uuuu…”

Seeing this, Amon shouted strongly.

“Yes! It’s a potato!”

“Uuuu…”

“It’s the product of agriculture, not hunting!”

“Ughhhh…!”

“Return to civilization!”

At Amon’s booming command, Brestle, who had been shaking while staring at the potato, grabbed her head.

“Ck, ck! My… My head! What… What is this memory…?”

“Vice Principal! Are you coming to your senses?!”

“You… Who are you?”

Shuddering, Brestle paused and then spoke.

“Teacher Amon…?”

“Your memory’s coming back!”

As she responded with a faint smile, Amon suddenly swung his fist at the back of her head.

He had intentionally made her regain her memory in order to fulfill his desire to hit her.

Amon dragged the unconscious Brestle back to the academy.

He literally dragged her along.

After hearing the whole story, Anar’el sighed and said.

“Dark Elves tend to be like that. It’s called regression. If there’s no external interference, they revert to the past. I was worried something like this might happen, but to regress all the way to the Stone Age in just a few weeks…”

“She was just about to transition from chipped stone tools to polished stone tools.”

“It’s basically the same thing.”

Anar’el sighed in disbelief and looked at the unconscious Brestle.

“Anyway, has she returned to normal now?”

“Well, while dragging her back, she was making weird sounds like ‘gya-ruk’.”

“Maybe she’s just in pain because you dragged her back?”

“Hm.”

Just as if to confirm that possibility, Brestle, who was still unconscious, started making a ‘gya-ruk’ sound again.

“…Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Let her try a potato.”

After putting the potato in Brestle’s mouth, she licked her lips and muttered, “Potato…”

“It seems like she’s not fully back yet.”

“This situation is serious.”

Seeing her with drooping ears as if in a headache, Amon spoke.

“Well, if we hang some potatoes on the ceiling for a while, she’ll return to normal quickly. It’d be even better with a ladder and a stick.”

Amon was going to help Brestle evolve!

“Anyway, now that we’ve caught the Vice Principal who ran away, once the seniors and Elder Reinbelt, along with Kai, come back, our academy should return to normal as well. By the way, did I receive a reply while I was gone?”

Anar’el shook her head.

“No, not yet.”

“Hm…They’re probably busy, or maybe they’ve read it and don’t plan on responding.”

At that assumption, Anar’el ears trembled in fear.

“Our teachers would never do that!”

Though Anar’el firmly believed in the teachers, Amon, who had only distrust towards them, decided to take further action.

“I’ll write one more letter. If they’ve read it but haven’t responded, this time, I’ll make sure I get a definite response…”

Anar’el’s face lit up with admiration as she saw Amon nod in determination.

“Ah, truly, Teacher Amon… To consider the possibility of unexpected accidents and even take care of the return of other teachers! You’re the only one who fits the role of the head of the faculty!”

I’ll say this a few more times, but Amon is doing this because of his sister sibling and the dragon.

‘Then I should hurry and write the letter!’

Amon hurriedly headed to his quarters.

“This can’t be.”

He sent the letter to ensure there was no way they couldn’t respond.

But it was strange that no reply had come after two days.

[To Senior Marion]

[You old, sick, drunkard of a senior, there are about ten days until the new academic year starts, and you still haven’t responded to my letter. Have you gotten so frail that you can’t even read my letter? If so, I’ll prepare a nice coffin for you, so don’t worry and come back. I just need to measure your size.]

[From Amon]

[P.S. – The liquor hidden in your room, I drank it. It was delicious.]

After reading this, if there’s still no response or if they haven’t returned…

That can’t be!

‘…Could it be that they haven’t read it at all?’

Maybe they’re so busy, or perhaps, as soon as they received the letter, they tore it up because they didn’t want to deal with anything related to the academy!

‘This is serious. I sent a similar letter to Senior Sloth…’

To her, he had sent a letter saying, “How do you feel knowing Chloe will soon surpass you?”

Despite her skill decline, Sloth’s obsession with swordsmanship was unrivaled, so Amon had expected a response, but she hadn’t replied either.

‘But does Sloth even have anything urgent to do with her family?’

It was truly a puzzling matter.

‘Anyway, I sent a letter to Lord Reinbelt saying something like, “I want to learn swordsmanship, is there anyone who can teach me?” But even he hasn’t responded.’

It was at that moment, overwhelmed by confusion, that Amon sighed.

‘…Hm?’

Just then, he noticed a delivery man putting a letter in the mailbox outside the window.

‘It’s here!’

He wasn’t sure what it was, but something had arrived.

Amon rushed to the mailbox and then went upstairs to his room with a letter in hand.

‘This is…!’

A letter from the Ignis Mage Tower.

It was where Marion had been affiliated in the past.

‘Then this must be a reply from Senior Marion!’

Thinking this, Amon quickly opened the letter and the words that caught his eye.

[You’re dead when you return, you bastard.]

The hurriedly written words were so frantic that it was clear the person had split their time to write this.

Moreover, the last part looked as if the person had been dragged away while writing.

Amon folded the letter and muttered as he looked at it.

“Thank goodness. Looks like he was just busy and couldn’t reply.”

Besides, the fact that Marion had even announced he would return was a very good thing.

Of course, Amon felt slightly uncomfortable with the cheeky wording of his own letter, but he was already planning to buy a good amount of fine alcohol soon.

‘That should help ease his anger, right?’

While admiring his own foresight, Amon continued to look out the window.

“…Hm?”

Another delivery man was placing something in the mailbox.

It seemed like another letter had arrived, but maybe he didn’t put everything in at once earlier.

‘Did the paths cross?’

The thought that someone else might have sent a reply made Amon hurry to the mailbox.

He arrived and read the outside of the letter.

“From Marquis Pid!”

This must have been from Sloth.

‘Hmm, she must have been very angry after reading my letter.’

After all, the feeling of being overtaken by one’s own disciple must be indescribable!

‘She would definitely be upset, having being overtaken so accurately pointed out.’

Thinking this, Amon carefully opened the letter and frowned as he read the words.

[It’s disappointing, but it’s a rewarding thing as a teacher. It means I taught well enough.]

Amon’s face stiffened at the completely unexpected prelude.

‘She’s lost it. Senior Sloth has completely lost it.’

There was no way Sloth would act so humble unless something had happened to her.

Anyway, Amon quickly read the next lines.

[By the way, is everything okay at the academy? I believe so, but I have one request. Our family has some sponsorship money and goods to send to the academy, and I think it would be hard to carry them all myself when I return. It’s difficult to hire workers due to family circumstances, so if you have time, please drop by our family’s estate. I’d appreciate it.]

[P.S. – Please come as soon as possible.]

At that moment, Marquis Pid was smiling coldly.

“Did he take the letter?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Hmm.”

Letters arriving at the Pid family were always checked in advance before being delivered.

And all the letters that Amon had sent to Sloth were burned.

How dare a country bumpkin send a letter to his precious only daughter!

That’s why the first letter inquiring about her well-being was cleanly burned, but the second letter couldn’t be ignored.

‘How dare he compare my precious daughter to a disciple and laugh at her?’

Because of that, Marquis Pid personally sent a letter to Amon.

According to Sloth, Amon was very money-oriented, so the Marquis thought that sponsorship money and goods would easily lure him to come.

“Tell the twelve swords of the family! The man named Amon, who insulted Sloth, will come here, so prepare to deal with him!”

“Yes! Your Grace!”

As the servants left, Marquis Pid smiled coldly.

‘That bastard, I will teach him a lesson for insulting my daughter!’

Amon crumpled the letter and threw it into the trash can.

“It’s a trap.”

The letter’s intention was clearly obvious!

Sloth had clearly summoned him to the Marquis estate to kill him.

As proof of this, the delivery man who had dropped off the letter earlier was now glancing at Amon from a nearby alley.

‘Did Senior Sloth send this? It was suspicious when the letters didn’t arrive together earlier.’

Clicking his tongue, Amon muttered.

“Well, since the reply came, she’ll come back when the time’s right.”