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Rumors from the general combat training center spread throughout the academy. Some crazy guy said he was the chief combat officer and showed up with a wizard in tow and started messing with them.

In addition, there were testimonies that he walked around all day and scribbled things in his notebook with a very disapproving expression.

Judging by the antics at the General Combat Training Center, it was clear that there would be a major reorganization of all combat subjects.

Reactions to him were sharply divided.

Students who enroll because they really want to become special agents of the empire are in favor. These children were worried that they would not be able to demonstrate their capabilities properly in the workplace using the existing education methods.

The opponents are children who have already become accustomed to the comfortable academy life or who have no particular motivation to become special agents in the first place. For example, these are high-ranking lineages that were pushed out of the line of succession and were forced to flow here.

As a rule, noble titles are inherited by the eldest son, so other children must find another path. Usually, people use their family’s wealth to start a business or enter public office, and in the latter case, the diploma from the Imperial Special Mission Academy is quite useful.

Graduating from this academy does not necessarily mean you will become a special agent. The curriculum itself is so extensive that students advance to various organizations and positions depending on their individual skills and graduation grades. That’s why many people from noble families also attend the so-called ‘spy school’.

Considering the purpose of establishing the Academy, these types of people should not be accepted, but it will not be easy to ignore the influence of nobles and high officials. These kids don’t care about the GPA in the combat department and only focus on the theory department classes, so they probably don’t like Dian’s behavior.

In the midst of such sharp differences in likes and dislikes, Dian began his duties as a senior professor of combat in earnest.

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“So, this is what will happen from now on.”

After everything was explained, I turned around and saw the professors staring at me blankly.

This is the combat department room. I have just gathered together combat professors and presented my plan for future reform of the combat department’s education system.

“Anyone have any questions?”

“Hey… Senior Professor.”

Infiltration Professor Lina quietly raised her hand.

“Is this something the principal approved? I guess not.”

“Approved. You signed your hand here.”

When I held up a report with a strange sign that looked like a picture of a cat fighting, gasps were heard here and there.

“School, the principal has approved the combat department report!”

“What on earth did you do, senior professor?!”

“There are ways. Anyway, did you understand everything about the direction for improvement?”

Then, Professor Lina raised her hand again.

“I understand the content, but isn’t that too dangerous?”

“Is there anything dangerous? This is the academy. Do I really have to die?”

“That’s because I’m worried about the children getting injured. Regarding the nighttime infiltration that will begin soon… .”

“You just need to take sufficient safety measures. If you’re afraid of that and don’t do it at all, then what on earth are you going to teach?”

Then another professor raised his hand and spoke.

“Senior Professor. This is Geneve, an armed combat professor. There is one big problem.”

A professor of armed combat… .

Examining the professor’s hands, he noticed that, as expected, the calluses were those of an experienced swordsman. Judging by his sharp eyes and his subjects, he seems to be a man who made a name for himself in that field in his old days.

“What kind of problem is it?”

“Currently, our academy’s medical center is not capable of treating fatal injuries. At best, first aid can be given to minor abrasions or bruises.”

“Is that possible? Is there no sacred priest?” “No.”

“Then who teaches first aid and emergency surgery?”

“That’s what I’m doing!”

Survival Professor Waver, carrying a bow on his back, raised his hand vigorously. A hunter teaches first aid?

“After all, survival methods and first aid methods have something in common! And preparing game is also similar to a simple surgical operation!”

What kind of bullshit is that? Does it make sense that a large academy like this doesn’t have a holy priest, so hunters teach first aid?

I didn’t even look around the medical center because I thought it would of course be full, but I’m a little embarrassed.

“The principal reduced all combat training subjects and even expelled the sacred priests from the medical center. The idea is to save your budget since accidents are unlikely to happen anyway.”

Armed Combat Professor Geneve bluntly explained my question.

It’s the same situation as saying the server is normal and firing the entire development team. For some reason, I thought it was strange when I heard that there was only one wizard in the academy at that time.

this this. They are afraid of causing a safety accident and are trying to save a lot on the school budget. I tried my best to avoid getting cut.

Well then, we should first strengthen the infirmary. I’m trying to make the training stronger in a practical way, not to be ignorant. If you are injured, you must ensure that you receive proper treatment.

“I will take care of that, so you can re-create your education and training plan according to the improvement plan I made. The key is practical training. Is there anyone here without practical experience?”

“Chief Professor.”

Then, a female professor sitting across from me adjusted her glasses and opened her mouth. I am Felimia, a psychological warfare professor who specializes in intimidation and negotiation.

“What is it? You really have no practical experience?”

“Is that possible? However, there is a critical error in the head professor’s plan.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know if you know, but some of the kids we teach… .”

“Don’t you think the children of nobles and high officials are at stake? Are you worried that if they make a mistake, it will be difficult to deal with it?”

Professor Pellimia kept his mouth shut, and the other professors shook their heads or sighed as if they agreed with that opinion.

“No need to worry about that either. I will take full responsibility, so you can only worry about how you can teach your children properly. That’s enough.”

“Can I believe that?”

“Of course.”

At that time, I see a hammer swinging in the air on the desk over there.

“Hey, head professor. I also want to say something.”

The one shaking the hammer is the dwarf Kazador, a combat equipment professor with only his head sticking out of his desk.

“While we are tearing everything down and rebuilding it, we will also return some of the budget for our combat equipment.”

“Why combat equipment? Surely you didn’t take out all the tools because it was dangerous for the kids?”

“That’s not true, there is a severe lack of practice tools. It’s a situation where five people form a group and use tools.”

“Ha, oh my… . I’ll take note of that too.”

“Well, I also have something to tell you… .”

This time, Anna, the combat riding professor, glanced at me dejectedly and said,

“We also need some things like hay and beans to feed the war horses… . The principal reduced many areas due to the risk of falling off the horse… .”

Oh my, is this crazy dark elf trying to save money on feed for the horses? Was this action taken after knowing how much war horses eat per day?

“Okay. I promise you that I will listen to everything that comes out now. If there are no major problems, just do as I say. And don’t listen to the principal. Since I am under the principal and you are under me, anything that happens must go through me. Got it?”

“Good, good! I like Dian in my blog!”

Orc Brog, the unarmed combat professor, exposed his buck teeth and pounded his fist on the desk. Thanks to this, the professors’ notebooks and pens bobbed up and down.

“I also completely agree! How boring it was already because there was nothing to use magic.”

A youthful appearance full of freckles. Orendi, the academy’s only wizard and professor of magic in the Combat Department, agreed, creating twinkling stars above his head.

However, most professors still look as if they are complaining about something. It’s a natural reaction for a young guy who has been in office for less than a week to suddenly change everything and tell people to trust only him.

Anyway, it worked. That’s all for today.

“If there are no further comments, please prepare a new education and training plan for each person by tomorrow and report it. Next spring, in exactly one year, we will produce our first graduates, so we shouldn’t send out trash, right?”

“Yes.” “Yes.”

When the professors responded, they lightly hit the desk.

“Good. Anyway, you guys just trust me. Over!”

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“What is really changing? ?”

After Head Professor Dian left the staff room, Combat Riding Professor Anna opened her mouth despondently.

“Since the founding of the Academy, the Combat Department has been in a cold state… . Even though he’s the head professor, he’s ultimately under the principal, so I’m a bit… .”

“That remains to be seen. However, seeing as I received approval from the principal, I don’t think there is a need to be too pessimistic.”

As magic response professor Orendi responded positively, infiltration professor Lina also nodded vigorously.

“You shouted so loudly. Wouldn’t you like to show me something? Last time at the general combat training center, oops.”

Lina glanced at General Combat Professor Morton with a sheepish smile. It is a well-known fact that Morton tried to take the lead in the early stages but was attacked by Dian.

“Okay, Morton. What was it like when you encountered it in person? That guy named Dian.”

Combat equipment professor Kazador, like a dwarf who doesn’t pay attention to what others think, asked Morton openly.

“At least he doesn’t seem to be the type of person who cares about himself like the current principal.”

“Ha, that’s it then. Let’s take a look.”

Canjador, who has a simple thinking circuit, finished his review of Dian with that, and Brogue, an Orc unarmed combat professor, just repeated that he liked Dian.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter to me as long as it doesn’t completely eliminate combat subjects and gets cut!”

Survival Professor Waver, who had a cheerful and optimistic personality, smiled broadly and plucked his bowstring like a harp.

“In that case, the key issue right now is whether the medical center’s manpower can be restored to the way it was before.”

Psychological warfare professor Felimia said, adjusting her glasses.

” Having a sacred priest dispatched from the church again would be an opportunity to verify the abilities of the head professor.”

“I think that’s difficult.”

Armed Combat Professor Geneve bluntly expressed his opinion.

“The denomination is already offended by the academy. Isn’t this a situation where they are asking you to kick them out and give them back?”

“It’s probably impossible. Unless you have great connections in the denomination.”

General Combat Professor Morton calmly sighed and stood up.

“Well, good luck to everyone. I will go and create a new education reform plan.”

“Good luck.” “I guess you’ll have to work overtime today.”

As Morton went out the door, Combat Equipment Professor Kazador raised his hammer and shouted.

“Aren’t there people who want to burn the beginning of a cigarette? Please lend me one!”

“There is a blog! Let’s go together, dwarf!”

The professors stood up one by one and left the department room, each saying a word.

“Ha, I want to feed our war horses well… .”

“I hope this time, I can follow those smug theory department professors properly.”

Psychological warfare professor Felimia was deep in thought as she followed the professors out.

Is the head professor really so confident that he will be able to get a new priest from the church and shout loudly?

The head professor’s educational reform plan has no possibility of being realized if it is not supported by the medical center’s capabilities, so the head professor must bring in a sacred priest.

However, no matter how much you think about it, it is highly unlikely that a senior professor who is still young would be able to negotiate with the church. It’s impossible unless you have some kind of connection.

The church is a group located above the head of the Imperial Palace. It’s not an easy place to accept the whims of just one academy. Let’s not have high expectations.

However, none of the professors know the background of that person named Dian. Where on earth did this person come from and what did he do?

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“Dian!”

As I was walking up the stairs to the church headquarters, I heard a voice calling me.

When I look up, I see Lormane hurriedly coming down the stairs, his purple priest’s robes fluttering.

“Dian! I missed you!”

Lormane jumped down a few stairs and jumped into my arms.

Lormane, general secretary of the church. This is my old colleague who played the role of healer in the special rental team that picked off the devil king’s head.