I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

14 – 14. Fanaticism

Everyone has their own good.

The moment someone crosses the line that is drawn at an appropriate point according to each person’s beliefs and values, it is natural to become hostile towards the other person.

A person named Paula Maria is a saint who, at first glance, seems as if the line itself does not exist. Even if she gets slapped in the face while walking down the street, she will probably laugh it off.

But that’s just a trap to lure the wolf. The fanatic’s line hidden behind the created line is drawn so close that it could be said to be underneath the lamp.

That is, denying the existence of Arca. That’s it.

It is a bomb that even a child can easily detonate in the sense that it can be satisfied just by spitting it out with the mouth.

“…”

Even though the teacup was broken and the saint’s clothes were dyed blue, she did not care at all.

She just lowered her head, her eyes now completely cloudy and muttering words she couldn’t hear.

Has it been activated?

Strength: D -＞ C

Dexterity: E -＞ D

mana: D -＞ C

Mental Power: S -＞ A

Stamina: E -＞ D

Lucky: F

Debuff

-Gwangshin (EX)

Almost all abilities have increased by one level,

Mental strength has declined.

Fantasticism, which was a unique ability, has been converted into a debuff.

Fanaticism activated when the opponent is considered a wolf.

The brand of her anger engraved somewhere on her body gives her endless strength and at the same time reduces her mental strength. It’s a whisper from within. Catch and kill the wolf.

I remember clearly. Her her as her boss mob.

She was completely dominated by that stigma and became the owner of her anger.

She had an expression as joyous as the mountains of her corpses,

She was laughing maniacally after tearing to shreds all of her men who tried to thwart her own judgment.

I felt relief as much as she felt creepy.

I’m glad I came to see that saint’s clothes before they were stained with human flesh and blood, not Phrygia.

“Miss Paula.”

Paula places her hand on her shoulder.

At the same time, her eyes slightly regain their vitality.

“Ah.”

The short moan suggested that her consciousness, which had been struggling on the other side of the muddy unconsciousness, had returned.

She made eye contact with me and quickly began to feel fine.

Her darting eyes soon turned to her own saintly clothes.

“S-sorry! What did I do….”

Soon, she returned to her usual self.

Paula hastily takes care of her situation.

The fact that she came to her senses with only this much stimulation proved that her stigma had not yet completely taken control of her.

There are also some benefits of freesia tea.

Thank goodness. Because he is crazy at a similar level to the original point of view. I guess you can still tolerate it at least once.

I started with the knowledge that that personality was not the result of a perfect saint, but was due to stigma and brainwashing.

You will be able to slow down the madness to that extent.

In other words, I have significantly delayed the time of her inevitable event where I will confront her as her enemy.

So, she will play the role of a double agent going back and forth between me and the religious leader, at least for a while.

“There is no need to be so embarrassed. Even if she is a saint, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have emotions.”

“…I am truly sorry for showing such indecency.”

I decided to get up slowly.

I did everything I could, and I also saw with my own eyes what I wanted to confirm.

There is no reason to remain here any longer.

“I want to go back soon, is it okay?”

“Yes, of course! “I will see you off in front of the temple!”

As soon as she gets rid of her broken pieces, she finds herself smiling again.

“Oh, that’s right! “Hold on, I’ll get it right away!”

I wanted something else, but I rushed to my room and brought an ordinary item.

It was a small Bible, tied with a red ribbon.

“I believed it. Brother Ivan, the day will come when you will become a believer. I didn’t know it was today….”

The ribbon, which gave a strong feeling of being carefully knotted, made me guess that it was a gift she had prepared a long time ago.

“Congratulations again!”

Paula bends 90 degrees and hands me the Bible with both hands.

I accepted the gift.

“Thank you.”

So, I saw her off and came out of the temple.

At that moment, there was a carriage passing nearby, so I caught it and told him my destination.

“Please come to the main auditorium.”

“Yep.”

The carriage departs with a brief but polite answer.

After a few minutes, surprisingly, the coachman spoke first.

“Instructor, you seem to be a very sincere believer.”

“What are you talking about?”

He glanced back, then turned his head again and continued speaking.

“I’ve never seen a saint show such hospitality.”

I looked back.

The temple, which was already far away, was smaller than my finger.

Paula standing in front of him almost looked like a dot.

They were waving their hands in my direction.

—

I headed to the main auditorium, not the dormitory.

It was because I had business to do in the teacher’s office.

Now that we have finished our business at the temple, it is time to think about next week.

Next week, I will be collecting the groundbait I planted a few days ago.

‘Imagine a hypothetical version of yourself and think of the easiest way to kill him.’

A task that asks you to kill yourself in your imagination.

You may feel bad about it, but you won’t be able to refuse it as long as it is in the form of a task.

By now, my seat in the staff room is probably filled with piles of homework that students submitted on Friday while I was in handcuffs.

The deadline is until next Thursday, but even assignments submitted now must be reviewed in advance.

It was a task for them, but it was also a task for me, who checked everything.

When homework piles up, it becomes twice as scary.

Just like that, I arrived at the teacher’s office hallway.

I tried to open the door and go in, but I heard talking coming from inside.

It seemed like someone was there.

“Have you finished the investigation? “But why is your expression like that?”

“…There is an instructor for this class. “I think that guy is out of his mind.”

Judging by their voices, they both seem like instructors.

You’re talking about me. Let’s hear it.

“Thanks to that crazy instructor, we are all alive and well. “What are you complaining about again?”

“No, I don’t mean to swear. “The way the gate was handled doesn’t make sense.”

Is this a story about a mana circuit?

I am quite confident in that field, but is there a better way?

To the extent that you think my method makes no sense?

I pressed my ear close to the door.

I was filled with anticipation as if there was some other know-how that I didn’t know about.

“I’m not majoring in this field, right? You’re an expert. “Please explain so I can understand.”

“…Okay. Now, let’s call this textbook gate. I want to rid the world of this dense textbook. “What would you do?”

“Well, you could either burn it with fire magic, or strengthen its body and tear it apart.”

“Right? “You think so too, right?”

The sigh of the male instructor who was explaining could be heard up to here.

“Ivan just chewed up this textbook and swallowed it whole.”

“What?”

“If you burn it with fire, ash will remain, and if you tear it, paper will fly around. I just ate it. They say they ripped out all the mana circuits one by one. “That big gate has gone beyond being harmless and has become just a toy?”

Ah, why is the introduction so long?

So what’s the problem with that method? You need to know to fix it.

“Is that possible?”

“It’s impossible. No, in the first place, a person with common sense would not even try. “Just destroying it works quickly and easily.”

“Then why did Ivan do that?”

“…I don’t know. He could have been a perfectionist who didn’t want to leave even a single variable, or he could just have been suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “Your intentions are probably good, but I just want to ask how you solved this on your own.”

Ah, I was just curious about the reason.

If you live as Ivan, you will know that there is not much you can do with strength C and magic power C.

I thought there was nothing more to hear, so I opened the door.

As soon as I open it, the eyes of two people turn towards me.

I passed the instructors who were frozen in the same posture as they were chatting and headed to Ivan’s seat.

Sure enough, a tower of documents piled as high as the students’ academic enthusiasm greeted me.

It would be hard to carry this around.

“Hey, over there. Hello, Instructor Ivan.”

A male instructor hesitantly calls me.

I answered, estimating about half of the documents.

“Nice to meet you. And, there is no need to be so condescending. “Because it’s uncomfortable.”

“Hmm, yes. “I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday.”

He bows his head and apologizes with regret.

I felt it yesterday too, but the instructors were more conscientious than some of the directors who kept their heads upright.

But since I had no intention of bowing down and saying thank you for being as shameless as the thickness of the skin on his face, I quietly took the documents and tried to leave.

But, the instructor stopped me.

“Well, can I ask you something?”

“Please be brief. As you can see, I’m carrying luggage.”

In response to my request to speak quickly, he rummaged through his pockets.

What came out of it was a small lock.

“This is the mana circuit lock I used when I worked at the Imperial Intelligence Department before taking up my position as an instructor. Could this be….”

His hand, which he carefully held out, was even shaking slightly.

“Can you please let me out of here? “As soon as possible.”

“Hmm.”

The tone of speech was polite and plausible, but the true meaning behind it was disturbing.

After investigating the rooftop, there was all evidence that I had opened the gate by myself, and in a short period of time.

It’s so over the top that I can’t believe it, so demonstrate it in front of me.

Even he seemed to know what he was asking. I saw him lowering his head like that.

Well, it must be because of work.

Since we did the research, we need to record it, but we can’t just write, ‘I think we’ve solved the problem, but it’s ambiguous.’

I didn’t want to be a bother later, so I left the pile of documents in my right arm and took the lock with my left hand.

“Oh, it will take some time, so I’ll take care of the documents-“

“I solved it.”

“Okay, okay…” .”

And solved it. It was returned as is.

The lock returned open before he finished speaking.

The instructor who took it repeatedly opened and closed the lock as if he had lost his soul.

“How did you do it?”

“The story keeps going. “It’s just aptitude theory.”

“Yes?”

“Chris was a skilled sword wielder. Student Scarlett was skilled enough to fight him with his punches. “I was just the same type.”

Yes, just a common aptitude theory.

After giving him a model answer sheet to record the details of the incident, I left the teacher’s office.

“No, this can’t be compared…” .”

Ignoring the words of the female instructor who kept her mouth shut.

—

As just mentioned in the conversation, people have something called aptitude.

And, this is not something that can always be said in a positive way.

Ivan’s magic stat is B. It’s not a high number by any means, but it’s close to the instructor’s average.

So, Ivan had some talent in manipulating magical power.

But, of course, there will be some areas that lag behind.

That is physical strength.

“It’s so hard, really….”

My legs are on the verge of giving out after just a few minutes of walking.

I never imagined that I would be out of breath on the way from the main auditorium to the dormitory just because I heard a few pieces of paper.

Ivan, you bastard. I should have been running on a regular basis.

No matter how noble you are, do you think you have to ride a carriage for a 5-minute walk?

The instructor dormitory has returned.

I roughly piled up a pile of assignments on my desk and then collapsed on the bed.

I turned on the status window while lying face down.

‘It really won’t be easy with this physical strength.’

Ivan’s stamina is E.

Considering that Paula’s stamina was also E when her eyes were not turned, it was just hopeless.

Sports is also a talent, but when did you cultivate it and then grow tired of it?

As I was out of breath like that, a word suddenly passed through my mind.

It passed so quickly that I jumped up and shouted to remember it.

“…Damian! That’s right, Damian’s tears!”

Yes, there is this item.

An elixir that will solve Ivan’s terrible stamina issue in one go.

Damian’s tears.

That’s what the empire called the extract of the fruit that grew from the tree that grew on the tomb of a knight named Damian, who in the distant past almost ruled the world.

Leaving aside the detailed narrative of that article, let’s talk about its effectiveness.

It is an elixir that can be used only once and significantly increases only one stat.

When I controlled Adam, I increased my mental power, but the most effective thing for me now is my physical strength.

Physical strength is muscular strength, magical power, and national power.

Whether you’re smashing dolls in the sparring room or sitting at your desk reviewing submitted assignments, if your stamina takes hold, you have no choice but to stop and crawl into bed.

The moment I resolve that, there will at least be no more unfortunate situations in my path, such as ‘not being able to even try to do what I want to do.’

‘But, where can I get it?’

Unfortunately, there is no such fruit within the academy. In fact, there is no reason to keep the fruit seen by people who don’t know much because it is nothing more or less than poison.

That means you have to get it from outside of Russell. The question is how to do that.

However, after a while, I was able to think of one person.

I immediately jump out of bed and dig through the pile of homework.

Go through the names of each student carefully.

After repeating it, I was able to confirm.

“Adela Cathy.”

The name of the last heroine of this game, following Scarlett and Paula.

She is the only daughter of William Cash, the best merchant merchant in the empire.