The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 18

“You’re staying at my house?”

“Yes or no?”

“Why do you think you will?”

“Why not?”

I said to Anar’el, who tilted her head and ears.

“I don’t know much about elves, headmaster, but in human society, it’s incredibly rude to barge into someone’s home unannounced. Do you understand?”

Anar’el said as if I was talking nonsense.

“I’ll admit I’m not used to human concepts, that’s the difference between our races, but as an elf who’s tasted more noble society than you, my advice is, don’t say that to other nobles. It’ll get you in trouble.”

“……?”

“Visiting each other’s homes is a common practice among nobles to show off and check each other’s rank, which means it’s quite rude to turn down a visit from another noble. It’s fine with me, but watch out for the other nobles.”

“…….”

For some reason, Anar’el was right.

It was a custom among nobles who liked to flaunt their wealth.

Amon knew it, but he’d only said it in passing, not wanting to openly invite her into his home.

But to have it pointed out to him so seriously.

“You know…….”

Anar’el smirked at the unintentional innuendo.

“It’s not my intention, but I can relate to it because elves have a similar culture! I’ll trust you enough to let you stay at my home, that’s what it means!”

“Hahaha, I don’t trust the headmaster at all.”

“Oh my! What a joke!”

I’m not kidding.

“Well……just in case.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to invite the headmaster to our estate! What if that’s your true intention?”

For a moment, Anar’el’s ears drooped, threatening to touch the ground.

“Why, why would you say something so gross…….?”

This is bad.

Judging by the angle of her drooping ears, if I left her alone, she’d probably go “ahhhh!” and pout like she had in the past if I made eye contact with her for four days straight.

‘Of course, I didn’t care then, but this is different.’

If she’s that pissed off, her warp magic won’t work, which means I can’t go home.

‘Four days of pouting, four days of vacation.’

I have no choice.

You have to give a horse a carrot and brush it before you can ride it.

No whip, no spurs, not until after he’s ridden.

Amon laughs quickly.

“Hahaha, I said ‘if’! Why would I not want to invite the headmaster to our estate?”

“…….”

“Well, even if it wasn’t, I was hoping to invite the headmaster to our estate sooner or later!”

Anar’el’s ears began to perk up.

“……really?”

“Yes, but I must warn you that we are not a wealthy estate, so I cannot offer you any great hospitality.”

Anar’el was now grinning from ear to ear.

“That’s okay, this visit is for the teacher’s encouragement!”

If you’re going to give me encouragement, I’d rather you not stay in the manor.

But with the warp magic in place, Amon swallowed the words and smiled broadly.

* * *

“Then let’s pack up, finish the paperwork we’ve been working on, and get going!”

At Anar’el’s words, Amon was packing his things at the inn.

Of course, it wasn’t much luggage.

‘We’ll be traveling by warp magic anyway.’

I’ll have a change of clothes at home, and I don’t need food.

The only thing I need to pack is a notebook to prove I’m a teacher at Amonis Academy!

“And my entire worldly possessions, 1 gold, 43 silver, 65 coopers.”

Amon nodded in satisfaction as he finished packing.

Tsk-!

“Eh? Who is it?”

“Marion.”

I quickly opened the door for him.

“I thought you were going on vacation?”

“Yes, that’s right, but I haven’t told you yet, how did you know?”

“The principal told me.”

Why would she tell you that?

Well, when I thought about it, she’s a fellow teacher, so maybe it was professional to tell her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

“Heh, heh, heh, no. It’s been three months since you’ve been here, so it’s about time. Here, take this.”

Marion handed me a bottle of something.

“This is…….”

“It’s D-Day Amur, the liquor of the Amur. It’s a gift for your parents.”

“Hmph!”

Isn’t this a liquor that costs almost a gold piece per bottle!

“Thank you!”

“Hehehe, this is not bad for a junior going on his first vacation.”

Said Marion, who smiled fondly.

“I’ll expect a present when I return.”

So that’s what he meant.

But with what comes, there must be what goes!

I ducked my head as I grabbed the bottle.

“Yes, thank you!”

“Heh, heh, heh, yeah. Anyway, the student competition must be over, and I’ve got the day off work and someone to see. So I’m sorry I can’t come with you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…… yeah? You couldn’t go with me?”

Marion said, scratching his head.

“Huh? I thought we were all going to your estate this vacation?”

“……Yes, who said that?”

“The headmaster said so.”

Amon blinked slowly.

It was so ridiculous that even the mundane act of blinking made him stumble.

“……The principal of the school?”

“Yep. She said that since it’s her first time going to the Arma Mountains, and we don’t get the chance to go there very often, we might as well come with her on a ‘field trip’!”

“……….”

Marion coughed as he watched Amon’s face harden.

“I guess it wasn’t a consensual thing.”

“…….”

“Heh, heh, heh, heh, anyway, I have the day off, so I’ll go first, enjoy your vacation!”

With those last words, Marion scurried away.

Amon was left alone, and he took a deep breath to control his anger.

Once his anger subsided, Amon turned to the principal’s office and muttered to himself.

“Okay, let’s kill the principal.”

His anger had subsided as he headed for the principal’s office.

“Sir!”

“Yes, Boris?”

“I thought you were going on vacation?”

“……Yes, I am.”

The damn elf had told Boris, too?

“Hehe, I’m looking forward to it!”

“……What, what are you looking forward to?”

“What? Aren’t we going on a field trip to the Arma Mountains, where your estate is? It’s a nice change of pace since the contest is over.”

Amon’s eyes twitched.

“……The headmaster told you that?”

“Yes.”

“……I see.”

“Okay, then I’ll go pack my things!”

Amon’s cheeks flushed as he stared after Boris’s disappearing figure.

‘……I’ve made up my mind. Let’s kill the headmaster.’

He headed back to the principal’s office.

Just then, Chloe came out of the principal’s office and approached him.

“Mr. Amon!”

“……Yes, Chloe. Are you trying to tell me you’re looking forward to going to my estate?”

“What? Oh, yes. That’s right.”

“Hahaha, I see!”

Amon laughed and patted Chloe on the back.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now go pack your things.”

“Yes, sir.”

Once Chloe was out of earshot, Amon straightened his clothes and took a deep breath.

He knocked on the door to the headmaster’s office.

“It’s Amon.”

“Oh, yes, come in.”

I opened the door and was greeted by Anar’el, who smiled brightly.

“I’m almost done processing the paperwork! What’s going on…….?”

She paused.

“Why are you locking the door?”

“…….”

“Ah, teacher Amon……Gyaaak! My ears!”

* * *

“What kind of tourist destination is our estate?”

“Hmph…….”

“It’s my father’s job to decide whether or not to let you into the house in the first place. But why are you doing things so arbitrarily?

“Huff!”

I muttered to himself as I watched Anar’el vigorously sniffle.

“Haha, how did things end up like this…….?”

The students were already packing their bags in anticipation!

O couldn’t even say to them, ‘You’re not going.’

“……But let’s say the students are. But why did you ask Marion to go with you?”

“…….”

“I’m glad he said he couldn’t go. There’s no reason to take the others with us.”

At that moment, Anar’el’s eyes began to drift to the floor.

Realizing that, Amon said.

“……Is anyone else going?”

Anar’el nodded her head along with her ears.

“……Who else is going?”

The only people left were the vice principal and Sloth.

But the vice principal hates Amon, and Sloth is, as everyone knows, lazy.

“Ms. Sloth says she’s going with us.”

“No way!”

Amon says in disbelief.

“You’re lying, there’s no way she’s going out of the Academy!”

“She’s going to……because the vice principal decided not to go.”

What does that mean?

“Look, Mr. Marion is on vacation, Mr. Amon is on vacation, I’m on vacation, there are no students, and the only people left are the Vice Headmaster and Ms. Sloth.”

“…….”

“But since it’s just the two of them, do you think the Vice Principal will leave Ms. Sloth alone?”

Mr. Sloth was only able to be lazy because the others distracted the Vice Principal.

‘If there were no other people around, the vice principal would never leave her alone.’

She’d make her prepare for class, clean up, whatever.

‘Most likely, she’d ask her to help in the dining hall.’

In the end, Sloth chose the next best thing: a field trip to Amon’s estate.

“……But, Principal.”

“What?”

“That means the Vice Principal will be here, alone…….”

Anar’el’s eyes dropped to the floor once more.

“Well, I did put a lock on my safe.”

“……What about the vice principal’s safe?”

“……wouldn’t let me touch it.”

“……….”

Amon rolled his eyes.

This means he’s going to have to drag the vice-principal with him if he doesn’t want to see a new ultra-luxury dining room when he gets back.

“Why, why does my back hurt like this……?”

Marion said as he walked into the principal’s office, clutching his back and grunting.

“Principal, my acquaintance has an urgent appointment, so I’m returning my leave, can I accompany you on the field trip?”

Amon ended up falling to the ground, holding his back.

* * *

Anar’el said as she prepared her warp magic.

“Alright, everyone ready?”

“Yes!”

Everyone stepped onto the magic circle.

Marion, who was clutching a bottle of sake in his hands, and Sloth, who was still dozing off in her sleeping bag!

And Brestle, who refused to go, but was overpowered and passed out!

‘They’re shameful people, wherever you put them.’

I’m taking them on vacation?

To my family estate?

Is this a different kind of hell? This is hell.

I thought as I patted the heads of my proud, unashamed students.

‘……The only way is to convince my father to send them back.’

Excuses are abounding: the estate’s needy situation, the difficulty of providing meals, and so on.

‘So, father, please grant my request!’

While he was pleading, the warp magic was activated.

* * *

Eventually, the meeting between the trash and my father, Baron Kaim Drake took place.

He greeted them warmly.

“Welcome, my friends. This is a ramshackle place, but please make yourself at home.”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Baron Drake.”

“You are welcome, Headmaster.”

Amon squeezed his eyes shut.

‘Father, why such a terrible choice!’

He greeted the others.

He broke out in a cold sweat when he heard that Marion was a ‘viscount’ and nearly vomited when he learned that Sloth was a scion of the Marquis of Pid.

‘But, Father, you must not be fooled. What is inside a person is more important.’

Marion smiled at my father.

“Hehe, I just happened to bring some good alcohol, so let’s have a drink together at dinner.”

“That would be lovely, Your Excellency Viscount Rumdom.”

“Hehehe, I look forward to it then!”

Amon quickly interrupted.

“Father.”

“Eh? Yes, Amon.”

“I’d like to speak with you briefly, if you have a moment?”

“Umm, sure.”

I excused myself and headed to my father’s office.

Amon’s polite demeanor prompted Marion to argue with Sloth.

“I see that the rascal is polite in front of his father.”

“Who says he isn’t?”

Amon was being considerate, too.

He cares about how people look to him, and how he looks to them.

And in his father’s office.

“Father! Why those bastards!”

“Why, why?”

“Because our estate may be blown away in these four days!”

“What, what?”

Amon said, pointing to a particularly dangerous figure.

“Beware of the vice-principal. She’s the one who spent five gold on a meal alone in the capital.”

“What……!?”

The entire potato field of the manor might have to be dug up!

Father’s complexion paled with horror.

“Phew……whatever, Father.”

“Well, yes.”

“I’d like to ask you something…….”

When Amon had calmed down, he brought up the subject.

There was a contest, and the Emperor’s reaction was strange.

His father, who had been listening with a serious face, sighed heavily.

“……It’s about time you knew.”

“What? What do you mean, it’s time for me to know…….?”

“It was hard to find the right time to tell you.”

My father spoke, his voice heavy.

“House Drake is a branch of House Amonis, the Emperor’s House.”

“……What?”

In other words, the Drake family is a relative of the Amonis family.

But here’s the question.

“Wait, so why are we a barony?”

“…….”

“If we’re related to the Emperor’s bloodline, we should at least be in a higher office, right? After all, the Grand Duke of Orca is a relative of the Emperor’s in the first place…….”

“Amon.”

My father interrupted and held out a book.

“This is…….”

“I think it’s about time you learned the truth about House Drake.”

Family truth.

Swallowing hard, Amon took the book.

“This, this…….”

“It has been written since the first Emperor of the Empire. As I said, it’s been a long time since we’ve been divided, but we’re also descended from the first emperor, so we’ve always kept a copy.”

My father smiled bitterly.

“Well, the records were lost in my father’s line.”

“…….”

“Then read it. It’s about time you knew the truth.”

Amon swallowed hard.

The bad blood between House Amonis and House Drake.

‘The Truth About Our Family…….’

After taking a deep breath, I opened the first page of the Annals.