The Genius Tamer of the Academy

Chapter 92

In the faculty office of Ardel Academy, the tension was palpable.

This incident wasn’t just a minor issue that concerned the students; it had profound implications for the faculty as well.

There should have been protective barriers preventing unauthorized entry during the break, yet someone had managed to infiltrate the academy. For the professors, this was a shocking breach of security.

However, an even more shocking revelation was yet to come.

As one of the academy’s administrative staff nervously shuffled through some papers, he finally spoke up.

“We’ve checked everything. There are no signs that the barrier was breached.”

“No signs of a breach?”

“What do you mean?”

Professor Grint and Professor Ernst exchanged confused glances, both frowning.

“Ahem.”

“You’re saying there was no sign of an external intrusion?”

Dean Ernest’s authoritative voice echoed through the room, and the administrator nodded vigorously in confirmation.

He had found the results odd and had double-checked, but the conclusion was the same.

The entrances that could allow an outsider to enter were all sealed, and without someone inside opening the way, it was impossible for an outsider to enter.

An uneasy silence settled over the faculty.

“So, it was Grenol, was it? That fellow wasn’t skilled enough to break through the barrier on his own.”

“Then are you suggesting someone helped him?”

“…”

The uncomfortable question hung in the air.

Given the recent incident involving Professor Divert Grunui, any talk of internal collusion was a particularly sensitive subject. Where once there had been confidence in their colleagues, now there was suspicion.

Professor Grint cautiously spoke up.

“It wasn’t as if there were no outsiders.”

“Outsiders?”

“Who do you mean?”

“The judges from the Magic Department are still here.”

Grint’s statement was technically correct—the Magic Department representatives had yet to leave, as they were staying to handle some matters related to Ardel Academy during the break.

However, bringing up the Magic Department wasn’t likely to lead to a favorable response.

“The Magic Department?”

“Are you seriously suggesting this is their fault?”

“Are you trying to pin this on the Magic Department?”

Grint’s attempt to divert suspicion failed spectacularly as the room erupted into chaos once again.

Bang, bang.

Unable to stand it any longer, Dean Ernest lightly slammed his fist on the desk, immediately silencing the room.

“Let’s stop this bickering.”

Whether this was the work of an outsider from the Magic Department or a conspiracy within the academy, the situation was undeniably severe. Blaming each other wouldn’t solve the problem.

Dean Ernest then projected a recorded video into the air.

There was footage of the dormitory explosion that had been captured.

“Perhaps we should focus on this and discuss what we see.”

Whirr.

The professors, who had been on the verge of another shouting match, adjusted their postures and began watching the video intently, hoping to find any clue.

Crackle.

The screen flickered to life with footage from the past, though the quality was poor.

The video showed a hallway partially collapsed, capturing the urgency of the situation as it unfolded.

Professor Grint reached out to the screen, his expression betraying his surprise as he recognized familiar faces.

“Aren’t those… second-year students from the Magic Department?”

“I heard they were the ones who dealt with it.”

“They defeated a necromancer?”

“You really are out of the loop, Professor.”

“I wasn’t aware.”

Professor Supreme, sitting nearby, whispered in a high-pitched tone.

Grint was left shaking his head in disbelief. He knew his students’ abilities well, but their opponent had been a necromancer—a particularly troublesome and dangerous dark mage.

Grenol might not have been a necromancer with a famous moniker, but he was certainly no pushover.

The idea that Ardel Academy students had taken him down was hard to believe.

“That’s Solia.”

“She is indeed a natural counter to necromancers.”

Solia’s [Purification of the Earth] skill had created an opening that Lee Han’s magic attack exploited. Meanwhile, Adela and Han Siha continued their relentless assault.

Then came the moment.

‘Left side!’

Han Siha’s confident shout reverberated through the hall, causing Grint’s frown to deepen.

The other professors immediately started praising the students.

“They really turned the tide with that.”

“Incredible.”

“The future of the academy looks bright.”

But wasn’t there something more important to focus on?

Grint scrutinized Han Siha’s movements once more, noticing how his gaze locked onto Grenol’s right arm.

‘My god.’

He had seen it.

The slightest hesitation, the briefest glance at Grenol’s weak spot.

That was a vulnerability even Ernest might have missed if the footage hadn’t been paused at the right moment.

And yet, Han Siha had detected it in the midst of battle, even while already significantly injured.

Grint had initially assumed that Solia’s affinity against necromancers had carried the battle. But it was that particular strike—Han Siha’s command that led Basilus to strike with lightning—that had completely broken Grenol.

It was that attack that had blinded Grenol and given Solia the chance for a follow-up strike.

Grint wasn’t the only one who noticed the significance of that moment.

“We need to get our labs ready.”

Professor Ernst was also quick to recognize the talent before him.

His eyes gleamed as if he had just discovered a precious gem.

‘I need to recruit him immediately.’

Ernst was clearly already thinking about recruiting Han Siha for graduate school.

“He’s not just an ordinary student.”

“Indeed, that attack was remarkable….”

Speaking at the same time, Grint and Ernst glared at each other, their frowns deepening.

Ahem!

Another cough broke the tense silence.

‘That student is mine,’ they both seemed to think as a subtle battle of wills ensued between them.

Unaware of this brewing conflict, Professor Supreme casually munched on an apple slice, thinking to herself.

‘Still, I bet he’s interested in astrology.’

She was also plotting to bring Han Siha into the Theology Department.

* * *

“Not bad.”

Han Siha muttered to himself as he examined Ardel’s staff. He had tested it in a few battles and found it quite satisfactory.

[Ardel’s Staff]

– A strange energy emanates from the birch tree struck by lightning.

– Its durability is considerable.

– It allows the simultaneous casting of more than two spells.

Even after pouring his magic into it to the limit, the staff absorbed it all without issue.

Being able to cast two spells simultaneously was a quality he liked.

Sure, he knew his skills were still lacking, but the staff was powerful enough that he could use it for at least five more years.

“At least they gave me something decent.”

After putting me through all that hell, I’d be pissed if they didn’t give me something like this.

Apparently, it’s a limited edition staff made by Ardel 25 years ago.

He gripped the staff tightly and swung it through the air.

Whoosh.

He drew a magic circle on one wall and sighed.

“What the hell is this?”

Looking down below the window, he saw Han Taesu out for a walk.

A walk, right. He could feel Han Taesu’s gaze flicking towards him every now and then.

What am I, Rapunzel?

Why am I stuck in this tower—or rather, this mansion?

I’m going crazy.

Seymour, noticing my discomfort, murmured, “I don’t think today is a good day.”

“Hah, I’m so frustrated. It’s been five days. I’ve been stuck here for five days.”

“…You’ve been going out every day, though.”

I quickly covered Seymour’s mouth.

Ever since the necromancer incident, Han Taesu had set up guards to keep an eye on me.

It seemed he was determined to keep me in check before I got myself into any more dangerous situations.

Of course, in that short time, I’d climbed the walls dozens of times and cleared several dungeons.

Seymour grumbled and mumbled under his breath, “Anyone would think you hadn’t gone out at all…”

He was clearly still angry after I dragged him along. I clenched my teeth and spoke to the back of Seymour’s head.

I’ve made a decent amount of money from following you around in dungeons, and I gave you nearly half of it.

“Give me back the money, then.”

“I… I didn’t say anything.”

Seymour rolled his eyes and shook his head vigorously. Then he hesitated and spoke up, his tone slightly irritated.

“You can just go out today, too, can’t you? Damn it.”

“Damn it? You’re really sweet-talking me, huh?”

“No, I’m not.”

Bang.

Seymour slammed his head against the wall and changed the subject.

Meanwhile, I was already checking the wall outside the window.

Ah, they’ve raised it since yesterday. They must’ve figured out I used that route.

“It’d be better to slip out in the 6 o’clock direction.”

“Really?”

“It’s easier to get out that way.”

As I rubbed my chin and seriously considered the plan, Seymour scowled and looked back at me.

He wore a look that said, “What the hell did you do in your past to get so good at climbing walls?”

I couldn’t exactly tell him I skipped night classes back in school, so I kept my mouth shut.

Instead, I focused on using memories from my past life to find a suitable escape route.

“Perfect. This should work.”

Which dungeon should I tackle tonight?

Clack, clack, clack.

The pteranodon I had tamed now looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes, much less rebellious than before.

It even had a name now.

“Klosty!”

“Screech!”

Today would be its first time in real combat.

It had grown big enough to fight on its own, though it wasn’t quite as strong as Basilus yet. Its strength was considerable.

Since it was fully tamed, I didn’t have to worry about it running off on its own.

It might be a good time to test it in a dungeon.

I shoved the equipment needed to climb the wall into my spatial storage bag and stood up.

And then.

Flap, flap, flap.

A hawk suddenly flew towards me through the window.

“Argh!”

It was Ardel’s automatic messenger system.

It held a letter in its beak and tapped on the window. I opened the window, curious.

Thud.

Despite its aggressive approach, the hawk quickly dropped the letter and flew away.

“What’s going on?”

“No idea.”

It couldn’t have been Adela or anyone else sending something like this.

If there was a place that would send a letter, it could only be Ardel Academy.

And my guess was spot on.

Crackle.

The sound of a poor-quality speaker emanated from the letter.

“To all second-year students who have completed course registration… this is an announcement….”

Was there something more to announce after the registration period?

I wracked my brain, but nothing came to mind.

Crackle.

The letter responded to my silent question by continuing with the announcement.

“Due to changes in the faculty… further details will be provided… please refer to the contents below for more information.”

Changes in the faculty?

Rustle.

I quickly flipped the letter over, scanning the blurry text that appeared.

And then.

Thud.

“You’re kidding me.”

A low curse slipped out of my mouth.

[Understanding Transfiguration] [Advanced Taming Studies] [Monster Psychology]….

Everything else was fine.

But there was one name in my Introductory Flight class that shouldn’t have been there.

Introductory Flight – Grint Butler

Professor Grint?

I vividly remembered all the effort I’d gone through to avoid taking this man’s class.

I’d bent over backward to avoid him, painstakingly planning my course schedule to get out of his 3-credit class.

“What the hell….”

Why are you here?

Huh?

Why?!

[This year, I will be teaching Introductory Flight. To all students who have registered for Introductory Flight, please note the following.]

Fine, whatever.

[There is an additional announcement for Introductory Flight students. On the first day of class, there will be a basic flight test.]

Are you insane?

A test on the first day?

What the hell is this nonsense?

Thud.

“I should’ve joined the Necromancy Department….”

When I turned around, Seymour had already eaten the letter out of shock.

Following his lead, I tore up my letter as well.

“What a load of crap.”

Tear—the letter shredded in my hands.

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