Accidentally Mistaken as a Genius Professor

An incredibly lavish office.
The delicate aroma of premium tea wafts through the air.
Classical music plays softly, reflecting the owner’s taste and creating an antique atmosphere, but…
There was no leisure to enjoy such an atmosphere.
“So.”
The girl before me, the Progenitor Dragon who has shared history with the Empire since its birth, crosses her legs slightly and asks me.
“You truly knew nothing, is that right?”
The playful tone.
And the meaningful smile on her lips.
Anyone with a hint of perceptiveness would realize that the girl before me didn’t believe a word I said.
The questioning session that lasted a full three hours.
The result was a complete failure.
‘This is driving me crazy.’
I swear I haven’t uttered a single lie. After all, getting fired was my objective from the start.
I conveyed the pure, unadulterated truth, ready to sell all my dignity and prestige.
…It’s just that it was too unrealistic.
“I suddenly wanted to engage in public racial discrimination and followed my desire. By coincidence, the target happened to be a big shot who had infiltrated this place, deceiving even my eyes…”
She rises from her seat.
Slowly approaching, she makes eye contact with me.
“Moreover, the demon who rushed at you essentially self-destructed on his own, and you had no intention to attack. Are you seriously claiming that?”
Slowly, she and I get closer.
Now I can almost feel her breath.
“Our new teacher seems to be quite lucky, doesn’t he?”
The girl whispers to me while staring intently, making me uncomfortable. Her words now openly mocking me.
The pressure feels overwhelming, but I couldn’t back down here.
Instantly identifying the demon’s true identity.
A teacher who crushed the demon without the slightest agitation and even protected the students?
There’s no way they’d let go of such talent.
This isn’t a school, it’s a death trap.
I realized that painfully through the recent demon incident. I can’t remain bound to such a place.
I looked her in the eyes and brazenly declared,
“Yes, I’m quite confident in my luck, despite appearances.”
Whether in my past life or current one, my luck has been oddly good.
Since there was no need to act, my voice contained no trace of hesitation or wavering.
Well, the problem is that no matter how convincingly I speak, the content is just too absurd.
As expected, she once again showed me a meaningful smile and said,
“…Alright, I’ll believe you.”
The principal leaned back in her plush chair as she said this. My mind naturally went blank.
Perhaps seeing my bewildered expression, she added a very kind explanation.
“I can immediately tell whether you’re lying or not just by looking, you see.”
The principal points to her eyes.
Only then could I grasp the current situation.
‘Is it a function of the dragon’s eyes?’
That’s certainly plausible. Eyes that see through truth are a common trope even in novels.
And these are dragon eyes, no less. It would be stranger if they didn’t have such abilities.
‘Wait, if that’s the case…’
The situation transforms. My policy of conveying only the truth without a single lie has unexpectedly yielded great results.
Honestly, my story lacked credibility even as I told it.
But the principal before me knows my story is true. From her perspective, I must be a truly absurd, outrageous person.
This is an opportunity then. A chance to make an even worse impression and escape from the academy.
There was no reason to hesitate.
I immediately stood up, pushing my chair back.
A sudden action. The girl looks at me with curious eyes, but I ignore it and frown deeply.
A sudden outburst from someone who was perfectly normal until just now. But isn’t that exactly the outrageous image I want?
“I’ve already been held here for three hours. Personally, I don’t want to waste time engaging in such trivial chitchat.”
I rudely tap my wristwatch.
The principal tries to say something, but not a chance. I cut her off first.
“For next time, please prepare a drink other than tea. Tea doesn’t suit my taste at all.”
The tea you personally took great care to brew?
I absolutely won’t drink it. The tea leaves seemed premium and the aroma was lovely, suggesting tea ceremony is your hobby. I’ll mercilessly trample and dirty your pride with my mud-covered shoes.
“Well then.”
Plus, self-dismissal since I worked hard today.
I immediately turned around and walked toward the office door. Naturally offensive behavior, as effortless as breathing.
If I add this to my racial discrimination unlikability stack…
“What’s your name?”
The plan is succeeding. The meaning behind her asking me such a question while the file with my name is clearly placed on her desk.
It can only mean ‘You’ve seriously made a bad impression on me.’
“Lian. As a commoner, I have no surname.”
With those words, I exit the office.
Just before the door closed, I heard her mutter.
“…I’ll make sure to remember that name clearly.”
Yes. Remember it and never forget.
Never forget it and fire this rude madman immediately!

The office after Professor Lian left.
In front of two cups of tea that had already gone cold, Sion, the principal of the Imperial Academy, let out a sigh.
‘This is… a complete defeat. There’s no room for excuses.’
At first, it was simple curiosity.
She was just trying to learn about the new professor who had done something strange through her “eyes.”
But perhaps he disliked the act of arbitrarily peeking into others’ inner thoughts? He began to deliberately provoke Sion.
-Finding him was just a coincidence. I had no intention other than to engage in racial discrimination.
Such coincidences cannot exist in this world.
-From the start, my skills are inferior to other professors. How could someone like me possibly defeat a demon?
What Lian dealt with wasn’t just any demon. If it had been a half-wit who fell for a demon’s temptation, the professors wouldn’t have struggled so much.
He was one of the 72 Great Evils.
The 7th rank, Amon, known for his elusive nature.
Not a demon’s underling, but the demon himself.
-My survival was purely due to luck. The demon accidentally had his vital spot pierced by a dagger I pulled out without knowing any better.
And naturally, a demon of that caliber wouldn’t easily expose his vital spot. He would have moved his core, split it, and concealed his presence.
To see through all that, precisely pierce the center, and then claim it was just luck?
Moreover, despite the imperial seal on the dagger, he claimed to be just an ordinary person?
Such coincidences cannot exist in this world.
Lies, lies, lies.
In the end, everything Lian said in this office was nothing but lies that not even the greatest fool would believe.
If you want to peek into my thoughts, go ahead. It was as if he was provoking Sion with such an attitude.
‘And yet, I couldn’t see through those lies.’
The dragon’s eyes that strip away all illusions.
She had been proud of that power, but in the end, she was completely deceived by the new professor.
What method did he use? Those absurd nonsense words appeared as complete truth to Sion.
A power that had never been broken was broken. A human appeared who casually achieved a feat that no being had ever accomplished.
In truth, if it had ended there, Sion would have just been excited about a new formidable opponent and held unreasonable expectations, but…
‘That man, he was openly angry with me.’
The reason why he suddenly behaved that way was all too obvious. The man had caught on. He realized she was enjoying this situation.
When everyone was excited about the great task of capturing a demon, only that man tried to protect the students.
Then, if he realized that the principal was happy to have found a worthy opponent in this emergency?
He probably wanted to rush out immediately to ensure the students’ safety, considering there might be other spies hiding.
If he realized that the principal was holding him back out of frivolous curiosity?
Well, it’s understandable why he’d be so angry.
From any perspective, I was in the wrong and he was right.
Defeated not just in ability, but in character as well.
A complete defeat with no room for excuses.
How could one be so shameful? At this rate, there would be no defense against being called a senile old person.
“Sigh…”
Thinking that way, shame washed over her again. She wanted to crawl into a hole right away, but isn’t it fundamental to take responsibility for one’s actions?
If you’ve been disrespectful, the only way to make amends is through compensation.
“Lian, Lian…”
She repeats the name once more. The Empire’s Progenitor Dragon will never forget that name.
Outstanding talent deserves appropriate treatment.

My efforts have finally borne fruit. I’ve definitely made a bad impression on the principal, so I should be able to escape from this crazy academy soon.
A very auspicious event.
So I should have a celebratory drink in my faculty private quarters, get a good night’s sleep, and pack my bags to leave tomorrow morning.
That’s certainly the future that should come, but…
“Please forgive my rudeness!”
Some crazy old man blocks my path.
In front of the faculty quarters’ door, that old professor from before was bowing his head as if he was about to plant it into the ground.
…A sinister premonition began to arise.