Chapter 131: Our Professor Goes Wild

Rexaron and Aisha stared at me blankly.
Both of them had expressions that showed they couldn’t understand the situation.
But I stood my ground, more confidently than anyone else.

“Associate Professor Rexaron, didn’t you say yourself that if someone in Zeryon Academy could defeat you, you would listen to them?”

“…That’s true.”

Rexaron’s eyes shifted toward Professor Beganon.
Beganon was silently observing the situation, clearly just as confused as the others.

“Hanon, explain the situation.”

Eventually, Beganon demanded an explanation from me.

“Associate Professor Rexaron claimed that his cousin, Aisha Bizbell, lacked the ability to be sent to the Demonic Palace.”

Without hesitation, I briefed Professor Beganon on the current situation.

“I believe this is a selfish decision that completely disregards Aisha’s own thoughts. Aisha is a skilled student, ranking first in martial arts and achieving a top position in the international individual competition. If she had no desire to go to the Demonic Palace, that would be one thing. But she has shown a strong determination to go.”

“Enough talk.”

With a displeased expression, Beganon crossed her legs in the opposite direction.
She then folded her arms, glancing at Aisha.

“Aisha Bizbell, is that true?”

There was a subtle pressure in Beganon’s voice.
It was the kind of pressure that demanded only the truth.

“…Yes, it is true.”

Sensing the gravity of the situation, Aisha answered honestly.

Upon hearing her response, Beganon turned her gaze to Rexaron once more.

“Associate Professor Rexaron, do you truly believe Aisha is lacking in ability?”

“I do.”

Rexaron answered without the slightest hesitation.
Beganon remained silent, her arms still crossed.
Then, after a moment, she spoke again.

“I understand that family matters are tangled up in this. But once someone enters Zeryon Academy, they accept the mission of facing the Demonic Palace themselves.”

It was clear—once you came to Zeryon Academy, you were expected to take on that duty.
If someone refused, they were free to leave the academy on their own.

However, Aisha had declared her willingness to go to the Demonic Palace.
As a professor, Beganon had the authority to respect and support her student’s resolve.

“Very well. I understand the situation. Associate Professor Rexaron, this is Zeryon Academy. A student’s opinion is more important than your stubbornness. Because these students devote their youth to becoming heroes who will face the Demonic Palace themselves.”

Beganon pushed her chair back and stood up.

“As a professor, I cannot condone the abuse of power from Associate Professor Rexaron.”

I knew that Beganon would respond firmly.

“I assume this means you will listen to the words of the strongest in Zeryon Academy?”

“It is always the strong who prove what is right.”

Rexaron responded without backing down in the slightest.
He was a man who stood by his words.
Even if it meant challenging me, he believed that strength would settle everything.

“I feel the same way.”

In contrast, Beganon looked disheveled.
She wore a stretched-out T-shirt and baggy pants that seemed ready to fall off.
No one would think of placing their bets on her in a fight.

And Aisha clearly felt the same.

“…Senior Hanon.”

Aisha gave me a worried look, silently asking if this was really okay.
If Beganon lost, Aisha would have no choice but to abandon her plans to go to the Demonic Palace.

She would have to return home and take bridal lessons.
That’s the ending Aisha dreaded the most.

But my eyes held not a shred of doubt.

“Aisha, watch carefully. Ah, no.”

That wasn’t right.

“You won’t even be able to see it.”

Aisha gave me a confused look.

“Then, the battle…”

“Come at me anytime.”

Rexaron, as if always ready for a fight, flexed his massive muscles.
He resembled a raging bull, moments before unleashing all its strength.

As his greatsword pulsed with overwhelming power—

BOOOOOOM!

A thunderous roar split through the air, tearing at Aisha’s and my ears.
Our hair whipped wildly from the force.

Aisha stood frozen, her eyes wide in disbelief.
I too brushed off the smoke curling around me, shifting my gaze beyond the haze.

And there she was—Beganon, lowering her foot after delivering a devastating blow.
She casually tugged her loose clothing back up over her shoulder.

Unfortunately, I caught an unwanted glimpse of her frumpy undergarments.

Then, I saw the figure embedded into the distant wall.
It was Rexaron.

His eyes had rolled back, and from his head to his stomach, a clear slipper-shaped imprint was visible.

Aisha’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
She knew better than anyone how powerful Rexaron was.
Yet he hadn’t even had a chance to respond before being utterly crushed.

“Aisha, you must’ve heard of it at least once — the legendary event that shook the world. The first-ever breakthrough of the ninth floor of the Demonic Palace.”

The ninth floor, once deemed impossible to conquer, had remained unbeaten until that historic moment.
People had even dared to hope that the Demon Lord’s reign of terror would soon end.

“You mean the Generation of Azure Sky?”

“Exactly.”

We belong to the Golden Flame Generation.
But before us, there was the Generation of Azure Sky.

And standing at the forefront of that generation was none other than Beganon Mercia.

The Generation of Azure Sky had once been the brightest beacon of hope, garnering immense attention for their unparalleled talent.
People truly believed they would eradicate the Demon Lord.

But they didn’t.

There are countless theories as to why they failed, but one fact remains indisputable:
The Generation of Azure Sky lost their leader.

The absence of the one who had once guided them from the front ultimately prevented them from reaching the Demon Lord.

“Professor Beganon was part of the Generation of Azure Sky, huh…?”

“That’s right. She turned down every recruitment offer and became a professor at Zeryon Academy instead.”

At one point, Beganon was even offered the prestigious title of the youngest knight commander in the Empire.
She was that exceptional.
But she refused it all.

Rumors tend to fade with time.
It’s been 15 years since her name echoed through the world.

People gradually forgot about the Generation of Azure Sky, focusing solely on the present.

Rexaron may be known as the Beast of the North, but even he pales in comparison to Beganon — a figure of unmatched strength from an older generation.

“I must be rusty, for my foot to get caught twice.”

Beganon tapped her waist, cracking her back with a grin.

“Khah!”

At that moment, Rexaron coughed violently, regaining his senses.
Beganon’s foot had struck his vital points several times.
Yet, somehow, he managed to come to his senses so quickly.
His body truly was built differently.

As Rexaron coughed, Beganon dragged her slippers across the floor and approached him.

“Associate Professor Rexaron, do you want to continue?”

Her words carried a clear meaning — if he wished, she was more than willing to keep going.

Rexaron, barely conscious, looked up at Beganon.
He then spat out a broken tooth into his hand.

“…From that last exchange, I understand. There is no path to victory for me against you.”

Rexaron was undoubtedly strong.
But because of that strength, he understood the sheer gap in power between himself and Beganon.
If he continued to challenge her in his current state, the outcome would remain the same — utter defeat.
Acknowledging that, Rexaron conceded.

“Aisha.”

At his call, Aisha flinched.
She had endured years of pressure and suppression from Rexaron.
Her body instinctively tensed.

“I won’t stop you from going to the Demonic Palace.”

Yet, despite his defeat, Rexaron was a man who could accept the outcome.

Aisha’s eyes widened in shock at his words.
She quickly turned to look at me, and I nodded.
With that, the issue of our team’s vanguard was settled.

“Senior Hanon, thank you so much.”

Aisha bowed deeply to me.

I waved a hand dismissively.

“Don’t thank me. You should thank Professor Beganon.”

“Of course, I’m grateful to the professor. But it was you who proposed this solution, wasn’t it?”

Aisha’s gratitude was genuine.
Seeing that, I smiled slightly, the corners of my mouth lifting.

“It’s only natural between training partners.”

“Training partners… That’s right. You and I are bound by an unbreakable bond of loyalty as training partners! If anything happens to you, Senior Hanon, I will be the first to stand up and help you!”

Her bright blue eyes burned with fierce determination.
Aisha was someone who lived and breathed loyalty.
I had no doubt she would become a great ally in the future.

“Well then, since we’re done, Hanon, put my chair back in my room.”

“Shall I return it exactly as I brought it?”

“Do you want to be launched too?”

I nearly faced destruction before even setting foot in the Demonic Palace.

As I hastily gathered the chair, Beganon scratched her head.
She was becoming more like a grumpy old woman by the day.

“Professor Beganon.”

Just then, Rexaron called out to her.

Beganon turned around, curious.
With his massive greatsword resting on his shoulder, Rexaron spoke.

“Would it be possible to spar like this again from time to time?”

Despite his crushing defeat, the fire of determination still burned in Rexaron’s eyes.

Beganon, on the other hand, looked entirely uninterested.
Her face practically screamed how much of a hassle it would be.

But Rexaron was a madman, unpredictable even to Beganon.

“Moreover, when the day comes that I defeat you, I wish to propose to you.”

“…What?”

Beganon stared at him, her expression screaming disbelief.

But Rexaron’s eyes gleamed with absolute sincerity.

“I have never been defeated by a woman before. I cannot let this opportunity slip away.”

He slammed his greatsword into the ground, the force reverberating through the room.
In that moment, he resembled a heroic warrior heading off to war.

“I want to ask you — no, I implore you — to bear my children.”

Wow.

I couldn’t help but marvel.
Because I had just witnessed a human being take flight without the use of magic.

Rexaron had been launched clean through the training room wall, disappearing from sight.

All that remained was Beganon, her face twisted in a grimace.

Aisha, clutching her face in embarrassment, quietly whispered.

“…Senior Hanon, please forget that my cousin ever existed.”

“…Aisha, stay strong.”

She had been through so much.
All I could do was gently pat her shoulder in silent sympathy.