I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - Chapter 116



116. Little Spy

If you put your body together,

Before you know it, your mind will come to its senses.

Isn’t there a saying that if you pretend, you pretend?

Scarlett and Adella have overcome various crises with the common denominator of being his students.

As soon as I saw Paula tentatively coming in,

I was obsessed with exactly the same thoughts.

If it were him, I’d say it would be more than enough.

That’s how a grand meal was accomplished.

“This salad, did you get Arca’s blessing?! It’s so delicious!”

“When our chef hears, he will cry with joy.”

“Hmm, it’s delicious.”

In fact, Adela and Scarlett didn’t necessarily say it out loud.

They also had their own concerns about whether Paul should know about the instructor’s illness.

However, I couldn’t bear to tell you.

Because it was obvious what the reaction would be.

I could clearly see the saintess crying and praying all day while hanging on to the statue of Arca, then collapsing from exhaustion and falling asleep.

They know now.

The saint is not a flower in a greenhouse who lives comfortably without knowing anything about the world.

That she was a tragic girl created by the cult.

It’s to the point where they can feel that their blood is drying up day by day,

I did not want to share this burden with the saint.

However, Paula’s cooperation became desperately needed.

Scarlett naturally pulled her chair towards Adela and sat down, then she spoke softly.

“You’re not going to tell me everything, are you?”

It wasn’t good manners at a dinner table,

Because the saint in front of her was preoccupied with the’highest quality salad’she had ever seen in her life.

The conversation was able to take place without difficulty.

“Don’t worry. We all have ideas.”

“…Really?”

Dishes came out constantly,

Adella secretly pours out her blessings to the saintess who is diligently cutting the main dish, steak.

“It would have been great if the instructor had come along too, wouldn’t you say?”

After gulping down all the meat in her mouth,

Paula is positive with all her might

“Yes! Next time, how about the four of us gather at the temple? It’s not as good as the food here, but… The religious snacks are really delicious!”

“That would be nice too.” Right, Scarlett?”

“Uh, uh… Okay, that sounds delicious.”

Adela is good at lying.

To be precise, she had a natural talent for directing the topic of conversation in her own way.

That talent blossomed to its fullest after meeting a teacher who could be said to be a master of deception.

Paula had no clue.

“However, the instructor was not invited here on purpose.”

“Huh? Why?”

Mischievous expression.

That expression is like a bad boy secretly sharing ‘our secret’,

It is a production optimized to lure pure souls like yourself.

“Me and Scarlett are making a bet of sorts.”

“A bet?”

“Yes. It would be appropriate to call it a treasure hunt.”

Treasure hunt.

A word that shakes the innocence of childhood.

Adela continued speaking.

“There was an incident where the instructor saw my diary before. There was no malicious intent. It was an accident.”

“Did something like that happen?”

“Yes. Didn’t something similar happen to Scarlett?”

Adella pointed out to Scarlett without Paula knowing, and thanks to that, Scarlett was able to listen to her words.

“Yeah, that’s right. Yes. My diary… The sword instructor saw it. I was embarrassed.”

“You two diaries at the same time? Something like that happened…”

Of course, I did not receive it completely naturally.

Scarlett had no talent for forming her words on the spot.

Adella gave her a look of resentment, asking, ‘Did you really have to say the same thing like a parrot?’

Scarlett turned away.

It doesn’t matter if the saint in front of you believes it.

“…Hmm. Anyway, we were curious too.”

“You’re curious?”

“Our secrets have been revealed to the instructor once, so wouldn’t we want to know one too?”

Instructor’s secret.

I’m not sure it exists, but it’s a secret that everyone keeps.

Why don’t you look for it, saint.

That was the key,

Paula understood it slightly differently.

“Well, actually… I’m making a palm-sized statue of the instructor these days.”

“Yes?”

“It’s absolutely not idolatry! It’s just a hobby… It’s an absolute secret from the instructor! Please!”

“No, no. I misunderstood. I didn’t call you to find out your secrets.”

In return for including you in this meeting,

I have to take a secret with me.

It corrected the misunderstanding of the saint who seemed to have interpreted it that way.

“What we want to know is the instructor’s secret.”

“Gyo, instructor’s secret…?”

“There are things like that. Writing a diary like him or secretly taking out documents.”

Scarlett was also getting used to it.

It was that instructor and that student.

And, Adela is like a merchant.

“It’s not that I’m trying to cross the line. It would be very rude to even look at the contents, so I’m just curious if you, the instructor, have secrets too.”

For Paula, this is not a ‘bad thing’, it’s just an extension of a prank, and it’s to prevent anyone from seeing the contents even if they find the document.

The situation was summarized very neatly.

“Paula, would you like to join us? I think you’re the right person.”

“I think so too. The instructor just goes crazy when he sees you.”

“Yeah, that’s right… That’s right. Gum blah… Because you’re going to die. Yes, that’s right… “

Adela clenched her teeth,

I did my best not to be swayed by her heart-wrenching expressions.

Did that effort reach the sky?

The saintess’s expression was tinged with childlike playfulness.

“Hehe, hehe… Well, right? I think the instructor really likes me.”

Adela was almost in tears,

Scarlett was overcome by a strange sense of helplessness.

I kept quiet.

There is no time to show personal feelings right now.

For the safety of the instructor,

These were women who could put aside their pride to the point of being crumpled.

—

A private room where only the crunching sound of writing flows as white noise.

The pen that was swimming on the stationery stopped,

I picked up the paper and read it through.

A code of conduct written assuming the worst-case scenario that I lose my memory and even forget the heroine’s face.

If it’s too wordy, it’ll be confusing,

Also, if it is too concise, it will not be understandable.

Appropriate editing was needed.

For that reason, more than five pieces of paper disappeared in the candlelight, and this was the sixth piece of paper.

“Hmm…”

Is this enough?

I don’t think it’s just right-

Jump up!

“…!”

In an instant, the door opened without warning or knocking.

I crumpled the paper as a spinal reflex.

Whether the person who came in was Adella or Scarlett. Anyone else.

I really can’t handle it if I get caught.

However, you soon regret that action.

Because, the person who opened the door without knocking was none other than…

“Hello, instructor!”

Because she was a saint.

“Haa…”

If I were to compare this feeling I have right now, it would be,

While secretly reading a book that was strictly prohibited by the empire, someone suddenly came in and burned it.

It would be most similar to the situation of finding out that you are a three-year-old child who does not know how to read.

“Yes? Instructor, what were you doing?”

“It’s exercise.”

A body holding a crumbled piece of paper, opening the drawer under the desk to hide it somehow, but then stopping.

That awkward posture would look suspicious to anyone. If the other person is Paula, there is no need for even grand excuses.

“Wow! “You’re exercising in a very unusual posture!”

“It’s a special stretch for the Kherson family. “How can I tell you?”

“Yes!”

The saintess, who had been answering brightly and energetically as usual, suddenly completely denied what she said.

“…Ah! No! “Tell me later!”

“Uh… Is that so?”

“Yes! Just keep doing what feels comfortable! “I’ll make you some tea!”

“Thank you.”

Speaking gibberish twice as much as usual,

A saintess who looks three times more lively.

Normally you would think it was strange, but

I felt like I knew the reason.

After carefully straightening the crumpled paper,

It was placed inside letter paper and sealed.

While doing the work with your hands,

She glanced at Paula with her eyes.

Heheung, heheung~”

A saintess who eagerly rides the car, even humming her song.

However, even in the meantime, it seems like her mind is somewhere else as she glances in this direction.

You probably want to show off.

You will feel very itchy.

Because she came with the time of fellowship with her senior students that she had long for.

It seemed like a daughter who was wondering when she would brag to her father after getting a hundred points on the test.

Because I wanted to pick on you for some reason,

I spoke first.

“It looks like you had quite an enjoyable meal with your disciples.”

Heep!

As soon as I heard that,

I could see Paula’s back shaking her shoulders and even hiccuping.

“Uh, uh, how did you know…?”

“I was just passing by and saw it. I had a meal once at a grand place. Well, that’s just like Miss Adela.”

On my way to the bakery to fill my lunch with bread, I saw it.

Paula, along with two of her students, went into the most delicious and expensive restaurant in the area.

“Well, I see. There are such coincidences. By any chance, did you follow me in and have a meal… “

“I’d like to go if I get the chance, but I’m really busy.”

“…Aha!”

I’m really surprised.

Should I have just waited until you showed it off in person?

Anyway, I held the completed envelope,

I headed to the bookshelf.

A bookshelf that occupies an entire wall in a private room. The second drawer on the right.

Open it and take out the Kherson family documents that you had saved in advance.

Sigh-

The letter was inserted into it.

It was such a thick document that it wasn’t noticeable at all.

Good. Assuming I lose my memory,

I’ll go into the private room first.

In order to gather information, I will search the bookshelf diligently. At least that’s what it would be like for me.

At that time, if your right hand just brushes this drawer,

You will definitely feel a sense of heterogeneity in response to the mana circuit we will be putting in place from now on.

Because I, who lost my memory, am ultimately myself,

In this way, we were able to predict and design future movement routes.

“…”

Satisfied, I closed the drawer and turned my head,

Paula was holding a teacup and looking at us intently.

I quickly accepted the cup.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Hehe, what?”

The saintess’s expression looked unusually bright.

I don’t know what’s so good about you, but you look happy, so whatever.

So, I just drank tea.

Horok-

The feeling that everything is going smoothly.

It was truly a peaceful afternoon for the first time in a long time.