Accidentally Mistaken as a Genius Professor

The day academy life begins.
The students gathered in the classroom before the entrance ceremony couldn’t hide their excitement.
And for good reason, as this was the prestigious Imperial Academy.
Moreover, it was the classroom of A-class, the top-tier class.
The entrance exam with its murderous competition rate. How difficult it was to be assigned to A-class as an outstanding student beyond just passing the exam was self-evident.
Having overcome such obstacles and succeeded in being recognized as true elites, all that remained was reward.
They advance toward the summit, receiving the best education under the best teachers. Everyone believed without doubt that such a future was in store for them.
‘But there’s no such thing as an absolute in this world.’
Let me teach these old evils who were born as geniuses in noble families and take success for granted. The truth that life doesn’t go according to plan.
I immediately moved my steps.
The sound of shoes clicking, click, click. Naturally, everyone’s attention in the classroom focused on me.
Normally, my role here would be to briefly introduce myself and then escort the students to the auditorium where the entrance ceremony would be held. But that’s too ordinary.
There’s nothing more important in human relationships than first impressions.
I immediately frowned deeply and sneered.
“Nothing but low-level beings. Was it that difficult to sit quietly and wait for a while?”
Insults before greetings.
Moreover, the fact that it wasn’t the Iron Blood Duke but another professor who came added to the confusion on everyone’s faces.
Though they all kept their mouths shut, their expressions seemed to be asking, ‘Who the hell is this guy?’
I kindly revealed my name to such students.
“I’m the new professor, Lian. As a commoner, I have no surname. I’ll be the professor teaching you lot from now on, so make sure to firmly engrave my name in your heads.”
As soon as the self-introduction ended, the murmuring intensified.
A new professor with no experience. Moreover, it seemed they found it quite disagreeable that a mere commoner would be teaching them.
‘The latter probably weighs more.’
Although the academy puts forth equality as its motto, I had already noticed that subtle discrimination would be rampant throughout the school.
Well, if that weren’t the case, they couldn’t use the cliché of ‘nobles looking down on the protagonist because he’s a commoner and then getting taught a lesson.’
Fortunately, this is an academy setting. It’s hard to hide my smile as the public sentiment drops so easily just from declaring I’m a commoner.
“…You all, even so, to the professor!”
But was the effect too good to be a problem? A boy, irritated by the insults directed at me, shouts.
That righteous personality. A face so fine he could be mistaken for a girl. Add to that the specialness of having achieved top admission despite bearing the penalty of magic insensitivity.
From any angle, the protagonist-like boy is defending me.
He seems to feel a sense of kinship as he’s also of commoner origin. But this time, I’ll just accept his sentiment. I cut off his inspiring speech before it even began.
“…I’m sure I told you to keep your mouths shut. It seems you all lack the very ability to learn. I’ll need to take special measures.”
I frown again.
The dark circles that formed from not sleeping a wink last night due to stress contributed to creating a fierce impression.
“Take out your main weapons.”
A command given in the most coercive voice possible.
Even the protagonist who was trying to defend me hesitates at this sudden demand, but I don’t care about such reactions.
Scribble, scribble, as I pretend to note down those who don’t follow the instruction, the process proceeds smoothly.
Having collected all weapons in an instant, I brazenly declared without changing my facial expression.
“These are confiscated. If mediocre people like you carry such items that are beyond your level, you’d rely on the weapons and fail to properly develop your skills.”
Whether magic spears, divine swords, important family heirlooms, or whatever.
As of this moment, they’re all confiscated.
“Until you properly qualify, accumulate experience using weapons that suit your level.”
What I gave them in exchange for arbitrarily taking their treasures was a worn-out pistol.
Students wouldn’t just stand by and watch an act that was essentially robbery. A mean-looking blonde boy stood up, pushing his chair back.
“Are you joking right now?!”
I stare intensely at that student.
The boy flinches at the gaze filled with killing intent, but I had no intention of retaliating against him.
“Do you have any complaints about my teaching methods?”
“T-that’s…”
“Then do as you please. I have no intention of forcibly holding back those who wish to leave. I’ll ask Professor Scott of B-class to transfer you.”
From the beginning, my goal was to pass all A-class students to Professor Scott.
It’s good that I’m acting outrageously to get out of here. But if the students can’t receive proper lessons because of it and get annihilated by the final boss, that would be a disaster like no other.
Now that I’ve worked hard to show I’m a terrible professor, quickly realize I’m a rotten rope and switch over.
With such thoughts, I threw the weapon to him.
His spear. Along with a memo from Scott saying he’s welcome to B-class if he wishes, the student stands dazed for a moment before moving his steps awkwardly.
The first step is always the hardest.
With this, the hurdle for the next escapee has been significantly lowered.
“I hope you’re not so dull as to not know the location of the auditorium. I don’t have time to waste on guiding you, so find your way on your own. Those who want to quit, take your weapons and leave.”
I announce only the essential information so that students don’t have to be conscious of me, then I leave.
The expressions of the children, markedly different from five minutes ago.
Confirming the completely frozen atmosphere one last time, I could now be certain.
This match, without even looking at the result, is my victory.

As soon as the professor left, the classroom became noisy.
The topic being discussed was, naturally, Lian’s eccentric behavior. Given how extreme his attitude was, the pushback from the students was not to be taken lightly.
Let’s all go to B-class together.
We should request a change of professor to the principal.
I’ll use my family’s influence to get him fired.
A chaotic scene where everyone is just shouting their own opinions.
Looking at such a scene, a girl opened her mouth.
“Everyone, do you really think that professor did all that without any thought?”
A calm, clear voice.
Yet with that simple sentence, the commotion subsided.
There was no choice but for it to, as the girl was the most noble person in this place. She was the Empire’s 2nd Princess, Sylvia Leonhart.
“The opponent is a professor of the academy. Moreover, a professor assigned to A-class, surpassing the Iron Blood Duke. If you truly can’t fathom the actions of such a person…
Rather than thinking the other person is strange, it would be correct to think that you haven’t understood the other’s true intentions.”
An impeccably reasonable statement. The girl picked up the gun while boldly meeting everyone’s gaze.
“Take a look at the gun we just received. You’ll immediately understand what I’m talking about.”
Words from none other than the Empire’s princess.
Everyone followed her instruction without hesitation, and…
It didn’t even take three minutes for exclamations of astonishment to burst out from here and there.
The complex internal structure constantly transforms, making it impossible to grasp its form. Even if broken, it restores itself autonomously and quickly returns to its original form.
This was clearly not some old pistol.
“Unlike guns that automatically absorb magical power to fire, this one can’t be fired unless you manually control all the magical power directly.”
Flowing magical power precisely into the narrow circuit.
If you make even a small error in adjustment, the weak circuit will immediately burst. But if you slow down, the power decreases, so you need to be both precise and fast.
“This… isn’t it exactly the same principle as magic enhancement?”
Such words escape from a student’s mouth.
Thinking that fortunately, there seems to be someone with a functioning brain, the princess showed a small smile.
“Since even a small mistake can endanger one’s life, magic enhancement is taught only to top-performing students even among third-years. But… what if we use this?”
A technique that greatly enhances physical abilities by infusing magical power into the bloodstream.
Magic enhancement is difficult for even the academy to teach because operational mistakes lead to organ damage, but with this, the story changes.
The circuits of the pistol, which are extremely intricate and constantly changing form, just like bloodstream.
If you practice flowing magical power into them, you’ll naturally grasp the principles of magic enhancement.
Everyone’s faces are once again colored with astonishment.
To be able to learn a technique like magic enhancement safely and easily. There wasn’t a single person in this place who didn’t know what value that held.
“B-but. Then why didn’t that professor tell us this? If he had just explained properly, everyone would have accepted without complaint.”
Just one thing.
The question of why Professor Lian showed such a strange attitude remained for everyone, but that too was only for a moment.
“That was clearly to distinguish. Between students who properly follow instructions and those who don’t.”
As one practices magic enhancement through that gun, some students will surely fall into arrogance. Thinking they’re sufficiently proficient and can now try it for real.
But what if a mistake happens?
An irreversible incident would occur immediately.
“…You’re saying he showed that attitude for our sake?”
If he hadn’t filtered out those who act on their own without following instructions, there might have been casualties.
Lian’s coercive attitude arose out of concern for his students’ safety more than anyone else’s.
“Damn, and I, not knowing that…”
The student who said he would use his family’s pressure to get Lian fired blushes. The other children’s appearances weren’t much different from that boy.
Everyone had misunderstood the professor’s true intentions.
Instead of words of gratitude to someone who cared for them, they had only uttered insults. How could they shamelessly raise their heads?
The atmosphere becomes solemn in an instant.
Looking at that scene, Sylvia pondered for a moment.
‘How much of this was intended by that professor?’
From the moment the Holy Maiden showed no reaction to such an outrageous act, she noticed the other had no ill intentions.
As soon as she picked up the old pistol and flowed magical power into it, she immediately realized this was training equipment for magic enhancement.
But just one thing.
She couldn’t fathom the professor’s thoughts at all.
Sylvia explaining the professor’s purpose to the other students was a mere whim. She could have chosen to silently head to the auditorium.
In that case, Lian would certainly have been in a predicament. He might have truly been fired.
But the professor left here without any hesitation.
Did he think it didn’t matter whether he got fired or not as long as it was for the students’ education?
Or… did he predict that she would react this way, and as a result, the evaluation would be completely reversed, strengthening his position more than before?
‘Either way, he’s a man whose depths I can’t see.’
Where did such a big shot suddenly appear from?
How did he create twenty of these guns?
There’s not a single thing I can know for sure, but.
If there’s one certain fact…
It’s that thanks to that new professor, life at the Imperial Academy would be quite enjoyable.

The dismissal that should have been right around the corner.
As I was heading to the auditorium, suppressing the smile that was trying to leak out, I saw a familiar face in the corridor.
Silver hair, black eyes, and horns.
The unmistakable figure of Principal Sion.
I wanted to avoid getting involved with the madwoman who promoted someone who cursed her tea right to her face, but it seems she spotted me first.
Sion approaches, waving her hand cheerfully towards me.
At this point, avoiding her is impossible. It would be better to make the most of this situation.
‘Besides, there was something I wanted to ask.’
A staple cliché in academy stories.
Illusory magical beasts that invade during the entrance ceremony to test how students respond to emergencies.
The plan is to find out when they’ll appear and make a big commotion. If someone who was acting so high and mighty trembles in fear at an illusion, their reputation would plummet.
With such thoughts, I asked Sion.
“At what timing is the illusory beast attack scheduled during this year’s entrance ceremony?”
But Sion’s reaction was somewhat strange.
A moment of silence.
Then her eyes sparkle with excitement.
The girl firmly grasped my hand and shouted.
“An illusory beast attack! That’s a great idea!”