Ch.6666 – There, All Done

“Well then I can’t write it, Inseok.”

“Ouch.”

When I raised my head after hitting it against a rock the size of a forearm, Son Ocheon was looking down at me with disdain.

“You little rat. Have you been learning merchant gambling from hanging around your employer?”

“Tsk. That hurt!”

“I hit you so it would hurt. Isn’t extorting flags and demanding points just forced selling?”

“But these guys all said mean things to Hestia! They’re bad people!”

Hestia at least chose her targets carefully when committing crimes.

Looking closely, they were all people who deserved what they got.

“That doesn’t mean you should extort those weaker than you. If you beat them to death cleanly, that’s one thing, but acting like a corrupt businessman with forced selling is another.”

“I got it… I’ll keep that in mind next time…”

“Not next time, this time too.”

“Yes… this time too…”

Son Ocheon is a regular colleague, a senior member of Oknodie’s original party.

Since he’s a monkey, I decided to give in to his stubbornness just this once to avoid him getting upset if I didn’t listen.

But the students with black eyes started to fear us even more.

“Here, take this flag.”

“N-n-no, it’s fine. You don’t need to give us the flag, just please spare our lives.”

“Huh? He says it’s fine?”

“Kid, he’s saying that because he’s scared. Hurry up and give him the flag.”

“Yesss…”

I reluctantly gave the flag to one of them.

But the guy who received it started wailing and sobbing loudly.

His friends sitting nearby at the table froze with their heads down over their trays, not moving their spoons, silent as dead mice.

What’s with this atmosphere?

I did the right thing by returning the flag like Mr. Son Ocheon said, so why are they so scared!

“What’s wrong? Did something bad happen?”

“N-no. We’re just naturally quiet.”

“Hey, shut up and eat your food.”

Another student jabbed the one trying to cover for his black-eyed friend in the side to make him shut up.

I was feeling disappointed by their obvious fear when I noticed some piercing gazes and turned to look at others.

“That guy’s academy life is over now.”

“I bet they’ll come beat him up whenever they get bored.”

“Looks like instead of extorting flags, they’re going to beat him to death.”

“Let’s get out of here quick.”

“If we get caught, we might be marked too.”

“But I haven’t finished my milk yet…”

“Would you rather eat your meal and ruin your academy life, or skip the milk and live comfortably?”

Suddenly students were throwing away their milk rations and taking their trays to the waste bin.

They dumped even the precious meat and hurriedly left the cafeteria.

Oknodie was bewildered by the victims with bruised faces and their friends fleeing.

“Ah, wait! You need to accept our apology!”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to!”

“You need to take your flag back!”

“You keep it! We’ll give you everything, just please forgive us!”

“??”

Oknodie had done exactly as instructed, apologized and acted nicely, but somehow became even more feared.

* *

“Something like that happened, so please punish them!”

“Why should we do that?”

The instructors on patrol responded bureaucratically to the students who ran up to them complaining about every detail of what happened.

“Violence that occurs during the process of capturing flags for the Principal’s Teaching assignment does not violate school rules. There are no forceful sanctions.”

“What kind of rule is that?!”

“The instructors didn’t intervene when you used your power to collect ‘protection fees’ from lower-class students and controlled the use of Group B training facilities.”

It wasn’t because the instructors lacked skill or feared the students’ backing.

“The Principal respects human free will, whether it’s good will or evil will.”

The Principal is not bound by good and evil.

Therefore, the academy’s policy is basically not to actively intervene with students.

“Instead, instructors evaluate. We evaluate students’ academy activities. Who broke which rules, who deserves merit points for exemplary behavior. And we measure points.”

The omnipotence of points.

The academy’s justice is implemented solely through points.

The students finally realized that the Principal’s statement that points are everything was meant literally.

“If you’re upset, take combat lessons from the Knight Department. If you become stronger through learning, you won’t get beaten up.”

“Hmph. Fine. It was our mistake to rely on instructors. Nobles should solve noble problems in a noble way.”

‘Nobles should compete with connections like nobles!’

Only fellow nobles would uphold noble dignity.

The students decided to seek out a professor from the Imperial nobility to complain.

* *

Wednesday, 3rd period, Professor Warerd’s <Basics and Understanding of Mana Usage> lecture.

Today again, the Dryad professor in her shocking outfit made of leaves and vines that revealed more than it covered captured the students’ attention.

“Last time we found puzzle pieces of natural mana. Today we’ll write down the theoretical formulas needed for mana usage with those puzzle pieces.”

When the Dryad professor turned her back to face the blackboard with chalk in hand, the students’ gazes shifted from the board to the professor’s backside.

Even from the front, the professor’s leaves barely covered her chest, making students imagine the ripe fruit-like shape of her breasts.

Oknodie was certain that at least half the students, regardless of gender, were captivated by her exposed abdomen with its perfect abs and cute navel, completely unconcerned about exposure.

And the other half?

They must be enchanted by the professor’s back view.

Looking at her slender waist curving in an S-shape down her back makes one want to embrace her or run their hands along her spine.

While being distracted like this, students belatedly realize that the professor’s chalk writing speed on the blackboard seems unusually fast.

“Oknodie, isn’t the professor’s hip amazing? I’ve never seen such a beautiful bottom before. I’ve heard Dryads are attractive, but I wonder if she does special hip exercises?”

“Dorothy, you’ll regret this. Hurry up and take notes.”

“Notes? I can do that after the professor finishes writing… Huh? When did she write so much?!”

The answer was in the vines.

The vines that the Dryad controlled as freely as hands each held a board marker, drawing across the 1200×5000 sized blackboard at a terrifying speed.

She was drawing simultaneously with more than ten vines at a speed that would be challenging for students to keep up with even if using both hands.

Naturally, unless one had more than two hands, it was impossible to keep up with the note-taking.

After watching the struggling students for a while, the professor turned around with satisfaction and said:

“Well, you’ve all written it down? Then I’ll erase it.”

“No, Professor!!!”

“How could you do this to us!!!”

“You just finished writing it!!!”

“I couldn’t write anything down! You need to give us time to take notes!”

Screams of panic erupted from all directions.

Professor Warerd tilted her head.

“What does that have to do with me?”

“What??”

“I wrote it all down.”

“……”

That’s right.

The young, healthy Professor Warerd, who barely wore proper clothes and would likely be called an exhibitionist outside, had one major flaw.

She was a selfish and cruel full professor who didn’t understand students’ feelings.

‘I’ve clearly shown the excellence of wood nymphs to the students. Why should I care about their feelings?’

Professor Warerd genuinely thought this way.

Oknodie knew that this was exactly what the professor was thinking.

She was simply satisfied and proud that she had diligently and perfectly written everything down.

Her goal was to show off her abilities to the world, not to be a true educator imparting knowledge and culture to blockheads!

“Waaah! I only got half of it!”

“I only wrote down half the formula so I can’t understand any of it. A spell that doesn’t work is just garbage!”

Both Dorothy the frontier forest keeper and the arrogant Imperial magic tower students Rozini from the Red Tower and Sandcooker from the Yellow Tower were all utterly defeated.

“Looking for notes from sector 1-2!”

“Did anyone successfully take notes from sector 1-3?”

“I took notes from sector 1-4, willing to exchange for sector 1-3…”

“I’ll give you 5 points! Just let me see it once, please!!”

“I’ll give 5 points plus the most delicious food from the rations!!”

“10 points!!!”

“What!! Giving up two meals for one page of notes, are you crazy?!”

“I have plenty of money. Points can be recovered. But lost credits, failed grades, and the contempt from my family cannot be undone!!”

After the lecture ended, <Basics and Understanding of Mana Usage> became less of a marketplace and more of a battlefield.

Most students had logically started taking notes from the leftmost side, so they only managed to copy page 1-1 with almost nothing from other pages.

Very few students had thought to take notes from different parts of the board with the intention of exchanging with others.

“Waaah. What do I do? I’ve failed from the second lecture!”

“Don’t cry, Dorothy. I took notes.”

“Really? Which pages did you get?”

“Pages 1-3 and 2-3.”

“Whaat?! 1-3 isn’t even on the market, and 2-3 only had one other person who took notes!”

“The key to note-taking is to capture the most valuable parts. That’s how you can exchange with others to complete the set.”

Dorothy hung her head low.

“But I only managed to take notes from pages 1-1, 2-1, and 2-2.”

“It’s okay. I’ll show you mine.”

“Really?! The pages I have aren’t worth much, are you sure that’s okay?”

“Of course. We’re friends.”

“Oknodie…!”

“But in exchange, take the pages I noted and sell them to others for 10 points per page, then give me half the commission!”

“……”

The reason for taking notes on content everyone already knew was obviously to copy points.