Raising a Wolf in the Academy

“Heck heck…”
‘What should I do about this.’
Seeing the creature lying on the floor with its tongue out and eyes completely unfocused.
Regret for my actions from a few minutes ago belatedly washed over me.
If only I had endured a little more, if only I had petted it a little less, if only I had finished a little sooner—
But. No matter how much I regret, there’s no way to undo what’s already happened.
While I was worrying about what if this becomes a trauma and it won’t snuggle up to me in the future…
‘Wait a minute.’
While contemplating whether I should use memory erasure magic, which I really don’t want to use.
A certain hypothesis came to mind.
—If it really disliked it, wouldn’t it have resisted?
Simultaneously, the flower of all self-justification started to bloom.
‘Come to think of it… I never felt any sensation of it trying to escape from my arms, right?’
Even though I was in a half-dazed state.
It wasn’t to the extent that I couldn’t feel its struggles if it really disliked it and tried to get away.
That’s why I remember the texture and smell of its fur so vividly.
Which means…
‘Did it actually enjoy it too?’
With that thought, looking at it again, I certainly couldn’t sense any signs of displeasure from the wolf.
“Heck Heck”
It was breathing a bit heavily, perhaps surprised by the sudden event.
But in that appearance, I couldn’t find any anger directed at me.
‘Thank goodness…’
After letting out a sigh of relief and giving the collapsed creature one more pat.
I laid it down in a more comfortable position and then left the cage.
I could pet it all day long, but.
I thought it would be better to give it some time alone now so it could savor the afterglow.
“Ah, right.”
I didn’t forget to take care of the meat that wasn’t finished.
This costs a fortune, I’ll warm it up tomorrow.
…Or I could eat it myself.
‘By the way, if I knew it would like it this much, I would have petted it earlier.’
Thinking that I should do this whenever I have free time from now on, I opened the door and left the bedroom.
Mountains of documents welcomed me back to the office.
‘Ugh… it’s endless.’
I should process these too, but now is not the time.
“More urgently, I need to clean up the kitchen. Sigh… there’s too much to do—”
Wait.
Did I just use polite speech?
There’s only me here… Could it be?
“Ms. Aisha? Are you perhaps here?”
“Pro, Professor… please help me…”
As there aren’t many people who would come to a professor’s office at this hour.
Just in case, I called out the name of the person I suspected.
As expected, a voice flowed out from the pile of documents.
“Ms. Aisha. Could you say something, anything? I can’t quite grasp where you are.”

“I’m here…”
“The sound is around here…! Ah, found you.”
Green hair starting to show as I dug through the mountain of documents following the voice.
It was Aisha, my assistant.
‘This is why it’s good at times like this.’
I generally tend to use casual speech.
But whether it’s a habit ingrained in this body, strangely, polite speech comes out when there are other people nearby.
Even in situations like now when I haven’t recognized the other person.
I was a bit confused at first by the speech style that changes without rhyme or reason.
But now I’m used to it.
It was also convenient as polite speech came out naturally without having to be conscious of it…
‘No, more importantly, why is she here?’
“By the way, Ms. Aisha. Why are you here at this hour—”
“Just, a moment…!”
I was about to ask why she was in the office at this hour.
But it seemed she needed to get out of that mountain of documents first.
“—I’ll help you. Take my hand.”
“Th, Thank you, Professor…”
She bowed her head to me after barely escaping by grabbing my hand, but.
Right now, the question was more important than words of thanks.
“If my memory serves me right, Ms. Aisha shouldn’t have any documents to process today.”
Because today was a day when she didn’t have any documents to process.
It’s not like I called her either.
Given the considerable workload, shouldn’t she rest when she can?
“Well, that… I thought the Professor might be overworking yourself, so I came to help a little…”
Her explanation was as follows.
While she didn’t have work, I did.
She came to the office to lighten my workload a bit, but she slipped and got buried under the documents.
How admirable is this child!
An assistant who voluntarily comes to the office to help with her supervising professor’s work!
While assistants of other professors try to find ways to slack off, to have such an admirable thought!
I don’t remember saving a country in my past life, how did such a child become my assistant?
“…..”
“…..”
While I was speechless with emotion.
Perhaps interpreting the silence in a bad way, she hastily continued speaking.
“Of, of course I didn’t touch anything other than the documents… I properly checked the documents and only processed those that were okay for me to handle…”
I know she’s not the type of person to lie.
Just.
Seeing her eyes getting moist as the silence lengthened, I felt a little desire to tease her.
‘This is all because of your appearance that encourages sadism. I’m not at fault at all.’
Making excuses in my heart that wouldn’t work at all before God, I continued not responding.
Her voice started to tremble little by little.
Eventually, she started to cry.
“It’s true… Please believe me…”
Okay, that’s enough teasing.
If I tease her any more, she won’t come to help with work for a while, sulking.
…This is definitely not from experience.
“Calm down. Of course I believe you, Ms. Aisha.”
“…Really?”
“Of course. That silence just now was… because I was so impressed with Ms. Aisha that I was choosing words to praise you.”
“Impressed… praise…”
Aisha starts smiling broadly at my words as if she had never cried.
Really, it’s a pleasant smile to see anytime.
Is this what it feels like to raise a daughter?
She was a child with a different kind of cuteness from the wolf.
“By the way, Professor, is there a problem with the kitchen?”
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“Earlier when you came out, you said the kitchen urgently needs cleaning… Um, I definitely didn’t eavesdrop on purpose. I just thought I might be able to help…”
It felt like a phrase like [Hooray! You’ve caught an unpaid slave!] popped up in my head.
‘Oh my, I didn’t intend this. But I can’t coldly reject when she’s offering to help first…’
Then shall we receive some ‘help’?
“Ms. Aisha, could you look over there for a moment?”
“Yes?”
I pointed at the kitchen I had burned earlier.
“What’s over the… Eeeek?!”
Aisha who moved her gaze following my fingertip was shocked.
Her light green hair fluttered following its owner’s movement.
I, too, once again took in the disaster I had created.
The magically reinforced door was nowhere to be seen.
Inside the door, everything was covered in pitch-black ash…
“Wh, what on earth did you do?! Did you summon a demon or something?!”
I could understand this reaction too.
“Ms. Aisha. Even so, summoning a demon? That’s too—”
“Bu, but… how could a human create such a situation!”
That’s what I’m saying.
I don’t know what I did either.
It’s amazing that I made food normally despite turning the kitchen into that state.
Anyway.
“Ms. Aisha.”
“Yes, Professor. Please tell me honestly who made the kitchen like that. I’ll give them a stern—”
“This is my current concern.”
“So who’s the culprit… Professor?”
-It’s not you, right?
Her eyes looking at me seemed to say this.
I’m sorry, but what you’re thinking is correct.
I, as a professor, ‘asked’ the assistant who came to my office voluntarily saying she would solve my concerns.
“Could you clean that up a bit?”
“Ah, no matter what, that’s a bit…”
Her eyes trembled mercilessly.
Perhaps it exceeded the range of favors she had set for herself.
Aisha showed a rare flustered appearance and tried to pull her body away.
I understand.
Even I would run away if told to clean that up.
But. If it’s her, there were ways even if she tried to run away.

“Ah! I felt so reassured when Ms. Aisha said she would listen to my concerns!”
I kneel down with exaggerated gestures.
“Professor? What are you saying now…”
“I showed you the kitchen because I believed Ms. Aisha could solve my concerns!”
In that state, I speak while hitting the floor as if in distress.
Ultimate move, appealing to emotions.
It was a dirty and petty adult’s ultimate technique that exploited her kind nature.
“Ah… uh…”
Good. She’s almost convinced.
“Please. I’m begging you like this. Can’t you do it?”
“Alright. If it’s the Professor’s request…”
Hearing my sincere ‘request’, she soon walks to the kitchen dejectedly as if resigned.
‘I’m sorry, Aisha. But I really can’t bring myself to clean that up.’
It might seem cruel, but well.
If she doesn’t do it, I have to do it.
I’ll buy her something delicious later.
‘Well then, shall I start working on the documents too.’
After silently paying respects to her who came here thinking she would help with paperwork as usual.
I started working on the documents with the sound of her cleaning the kitchen as background music.
One sheet
Two sheets
Three sheets
The pace gradually picked up, and soon I fell into a trance and became a document processing machine.
I am now truly a human document processor—
“—fessor! Professor!”
“Ah, Ms. Aisha. Have you already finished cleaning the kitchen?”
“…..”
“You finished… right?”
“…..”
-Shake shake
She shook her head weakly and silently raised her hand to point somewhere.
Following the tip of her finger, what I see is the kitchen.
The color had lightened a bit from before, but it was still a blackened, burnt kitchen.
Feeling something ominous, I tried to escape, but her words were faster.
“Professor, please help me…”
“…Alright.”
Even for her, it seems cleaning such a kitchen alone was too much.
‘Sigh, can’t be helped.’
It looked like it would never end no matter how much she did it alone.
And if she ran away during cleaning, I would be the one at a loss.
So I obediently agreed to help.
Her expression that seemed to say she would run away regardless of requests or whatever if I didn’t help also played a part.
“Whew…”
Although I created it, stepping into such a disaster required considerable courage.
What was I thinking a few hours ago to be able to burn everything around while cooking?
“Let’s finish this quickly and do the paperwork, Ms. Aisha.”
“Huh? That’s a bit…”
She shows a rare serious expression at my words.
“I’m joking. Let’s just finish this and you can go home.”
Only then did her expression return to normal.
‘Tsk, is it too much to pass on the paperwork too.’
Well, it’s something that I’m even helping with the cleaning.