I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - Chapter 118



118. Memorial Service

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The silence was maintained for a long time.

Adela enters the empty classroom, and Scarlett sits looking out the window after entering.

Neither of the two heroines wanted this uncomfortable atmosphere.

Adela was willing to wait for her Scarlett her her her,

Scarlett was thinking.

A secret meeting that might be the last.

A strategy in which the women, who are each other’s lovers, join hands with the instructor as the central point.

The role of bringing it to an end was held by Scarlett.

She made a promise to Adela.

She said she would tell me what she saw.

However, Scarlett hesitated.

“…”

The purpose of the operation was clear.

Confirming whether the instructor is truly suffering from an incurable disease called mana assimilation.

But, in that simple sentence.

The most important part was missing.

Scarlett and Adela.

Neither of them had a conversation about the topic, ‘What would we do if it were real?’

It was also a defense mechanism of ‘I can’t believe it’s true’,

He also could not bear to assume that the instructor knew about his illness but kept it quiet.

In a word, even if Scarlett tells Adela her truth now.

Nothing changes.

That very fact made her mouth move.

“I couldn’t find it.”

“…I guess so.”

“Yes.”

Scarlett and Adela did not want to share this burden with Paula,

For the same reason, Scarlett concealed her truth for Adela.

I didn’t want to see that young lady collapse.

I didn’t want to see myself slowly withering away, repeating self-harm in the name of self-blame.

There is no need to share this experience.

“There were documents. There was definitely something about the Kherson family in it.”

“…Then-“

“I couldn’t find the part about family history.”

So, the operation neither succeeded nor failed.

I just ‘couldn’t find it.’

In fact, there was no information related to family history or mana assimilation in the document.

Much more accurate than that,

Because Scarlett read the instructor’s letter.

It may be correct to say that there is no need to even search for it.

“Uhm…”

How will Scarlett’s words be received?

It was entirely Adela’s responsibility.

Instead of questioning her further or picking on her tail,

She simply stretched her legs towards the sky.

It wasn’t the reaction Scarlett expected.

“In the end, it was in vain. The doubt remains as an irritating feeling, and there is no confirmation that it is not an incurable disease.”

Why did the young lady, whose spirit was falling apart just thinking about the situation, become so calm?

“…Are you okay?”

She was Scarlett who decided to carry it alone,

This was not a complaint, but a pure question.

She said she fell in love with the instructor.

It is clear that he likes the instructor.

But why-

“I promised.”

“…Promise?”

Adela looked down at Scarlett, who sat down on her.

“Instructor, you are not the kind of person who will make false promises. You are not the kind of person who will choose and die first. I wanted to find at least some evidence, but there was none, so what can I do?”

“…”

“So, I just want to believe it.”

I couldn’t ask what the promise was.

It was also because of Adela’s expression her her her,

There was also a lack of courage in Scarlett.

In such an atmosphere,

Adela reached into her inner pocket and took out a few of her silver coins.

“It’s conservative. We need to make sure we do this.”

“We moved together, what is the reward?”

“The law is that you have to pay a small premium for field work. It’s my sincerity, but are you really going to decline?”

“…”

Scarlett realized.

As she cared for her lady,

Now Adela is taking care of herself.

“Don’t worry too much. It’ll just give you a headache. At this level, you’ll have more than enough to enjoy this festival.”

“Festival…”

Scarlett looked up at Adela.

He looked like he was packing his luggage and leaving as if nothing had happened,

Her slightly shaking shoulders could not be hidden.

That child is probably not as optimistic.

You will constantly worry and worry.

However, Adela tries to go to her instructor’s side her her her her.

Because he needs her.

In my heart, I wanted to follow along.

But…

Tak-

As soon as the door closes,

Scarlett is alone.

Quiet self-talk with no one to listen,

I wandered around the classroom.

“I don’t know…”

Does she deserve to be next to the instructor?

Scarlett wasn’t even sure about that.

—

It was a faculty meeting after a long time.

No, actually, since the semester started, we have been meeting consistently in the morning.

To be precise,

It’s been a while since she’s been at a faculty meeting.

All the instructors’ eyes are focused on the young girl walking lightly toward the center of the conference room.

The principal said.

“Let me ask you a question.”

She giggles and smiles.

“What was different about last summer semester from other semesters you’ve spent so far?”

I said it was a problem, but it was too easy.

So much so that every instructor here knows.

That’s why I didn’t bother to answer,

The principal gave a set answer.

“Yes. There was no need to remove the body.”

Russell’s first ‘accident-free’ semester.

It was a title that could be considered a sergeant,

That’s why the principal continued.

“It’s called a memorial service, but there are no ghosts to appease! Let’s play with our crooked noses!”

Memorial service.

Write it and read it as festival.

The academy holds a memorial service every year around this time.

The purpose of this event is to honor instructors who have died on the front lines of education, students who have died in accidents, and even those who have died on the ‘real’ front lines.

First of all, the signboard is like that.

In the end, it is an academy-style festival.

In fact, the principal’s remarks were close to making a fuss,

As someone who played the game in advance, I already knew.

It is said that fate went as it should, and dozens of people died in Russell.

At the memorial service led by the principal,

There was no such thing as solemnity.

The principal, armed with the firm belief that ‘the living must live’, helped create a festive atmosphere at the scene, saying, ‘It is a true memorial service to show the remaining students having fun.’

However, even the ‘deceased’, the minimal conscience brake, has disappeared.

“Maxwell! How are the students?”

“If we don’t start right away, there will be a riot!”

“Perfect! Erfin, are there enough fireworks?”

“If it explodes incorrectly, there will be deaths today, right?”

The atmosphere is getting hotter.

Since control and discipline did not only apply to students, several excited instructors were also seen.

Usually at times like this, I sit quietly alone,

The role of the possessor is to prepare for the ‘future crisis’ or ‘event’ by using all kinds of deadly techniques.

“…Ivan, you have a nice expression.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Today was a day that didn’t have to be like that.

This event is not an event to overcome a desperate crisis,

Because it is an event that explodes the goodwill that has already been built up.

Many users will be confused,

Ultimately, this game is also a genre with a ‘heroine’.

However, there is one unfortunate thing.

‘If I were Adam by now…’

The thought occurred to me without thinking.

To put it bluntly, Adam is much more attractive than Ivan, so I couldn’t help but feel disappointed in this situation.

When I was Adam, this event was,

You proceed by ‘choosing’ one of the three heroines.

To put it bluntly, dating.

After choosing just one person and enjoying the day,

It’s an event where you can check each other’s hearts and will under a stunning night view… And instantly raise your favorability all the way to the ceiling.

I’m not sure.

There was no romance in the game I played.

This memorial service also,

The end was that I didn’t choose anyone and wandered around the academy, snooping around to see if there was any chance.

However, if you make the same mistake, you are a gamer.

I was ready.

“Hehe, hehe. Ivan, could you possibly be at this memorial service-“

“Oh, let me get up first.”

“Oh? Well, yes. I guess you’re busy.”

I think instructor Miho is going to nag me about something again,

I got up from my seat before starting the engine.

Droopy ears and tail.

You’re so sincere when you nag me. It gives me goosebumps.

“Professor Emeritus Ivan, are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s open the door!”

The end of the faculty meeting is soon

Because it means the beginning of the day.

As soon as I opened the door,

The principal’s loud screams filled the hallway.

“Eat, drink, and have fun, kids!”

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I can’t even put my finger on the number of times I’ve been disappointed because I wasn’t possessed by the main character.

This event had its share of problems as well.

The position of an instructor is,

It was never backward compatible with students.

Adam was a student through and through,

That’s why I had to ‘choose’.

No contact with the remaining heroines who were not selected.

We can’t go together.

First of all, it’s a date.

There is something called social perspective,

There is such a thing as moral ethics.

However, I am an instructor.

So, at this event I-

“You’re dressed amazingly, Adella.”

“Hehe, I used some strength.”

“Instructor! Look at this! It’s a black saint’s uniform for commemoration! Uh, what do you think?”

“If I were a ghost, I would see it and achieve Buddhahood.”

Traveling with three heroines,

I’m going to raise everyone’s favorability little by little.

Because the instructor is in a ‘leading’ position.

It was a virtue that it didn’t matter at all if it became a picture like this.

Just like that, Adella and I started walking down the hallway, and the saintess in black robes.

Actually, I said I would post it all together.

It seemed impossible to raise Adella’s favorability any further.

“Huh, keep your eyes going towards the saint? Should I have gone for black too?”

“It’s my mood.”

Gwangae.

It is already loved enough.

So deep down, I wanted to focus a little more on Paula and Scarlett.

Let’s go into a little more detail there,

I wanted to elevate my relationship with Scarlett to something slightly beyond simple friendship.

“…By any chance, Scarlett didn’t come?”

Why can’t I see him?

When I asked that question, Adela answered.

“…Okay. Shall we look for it?”

She expected an answer telling her not to talk about other women, but surprisingly, she was a girl who shared her concerns.

So, I could worry a little less.

“Let’s look back first.”

If you go out and have fun, you’ll meet somewhere.

And then, Paula’s voice comes in without me having time to organize my thoughts.

“Instructor, instructor! Look at this! The bread is tied to the mana thread and flying around!”

I took a step.

To enjoy the festival.

“I’m leaving now.”