I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

11 – 11. Different Dreams

“How are you feeling? “Don’t you say your shoulders move randomly?”

In the health room she went straight to, she was the only one there, as expected.

The moon rising outside the window proved the fact that she couldn’t be a student at the academy right now, and at least the instructor who was watching her condition was upstairs.

“It’s not some kind of curse, I don’t have that disease. “I’m fine.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“And you?”

She changed from her tanned school uniform to a white cotton gown that resembled her patient uniform.

Perhaps it was because her outfit had changed, but her usual fierce expression seemed to have faded a little.

I asked her how I was doing and told her the truth.

“I’m sleepy.”

“…That means there is no problem.”

“Is that what you would say to someone who has stayed up for two full days now? So, let’s just stop at this point.”

This is sincere. Ivan’s body, which had been rolling for 40 hours, was threatening me, saying that if I didn’t lie down on the bed quickly, he would treat the ground as a bed.

I pulled the chair I was sitting on closer to her bed.

“Didn’t you call me because you had something to say?”

If she really only wanted to know how I was doing, it would have been quicker and easier to just listen through her mouth.

But she lowered her head and thought for a moment….

“No, none.”

I answered calmly.

‘What is it?’

Actually, I had a rough guess as to why she called me.

The only thing that wasn’t written on the note. Sinchang Rampage.

I thought you might be wondering how on earth I knew she could wield it.

All I know is that that divine spear is deeply connected to her bloodline.

There was only one reason why that important heirloom was buried in a corner of the academy warehouse.

Her family, which was a prestigious noble family, had fallen to the point where it could be said to be extinct.

And that too in just one morning. I don’t know for what reason.

So, I tried to roughly explain it accordingly….

“Your arm seems to be okay. “Then that’s it.”

As she kept her mouth shut and exercised her right to remain silent, I couldn’t even explain the reason as if I was the first to step away.

I decided to suppress the uneasy feeling that arose while watching the person in front of me stop trying to say something.

“Okay then, let’s get up. “Can you come to class tomorrow?”

“Of course. “I feel refreshed after taking a nap.”

I got up and walked towards the door of the health room.

I remembered when I was holding the doorknob and trying to turn it.

I was going to say this too.

“Miss Scarlett.”

“Huh?”

“My achievements and yours will be buried beneath Russell along with Chris’ plans. “Because we can’t tell students straight away.”

“Well, of course I guess so.”

A cool answer came back.

In fact. Distorting the truth and having someone’s good deeds buried in the process is truly bitter. It’s also unfair.

But, she seems like nothing is wrong.

I guess I learned some responsibility in the back alleys.

“Since I cannot represent the entire academy, I will tell this from the perspective of an instructor named Ivan Kherson.”

“…”

“We salute and thank you for your sacrifice. Scarlet Lane student.”

With those words, I closed the door to the health room.

No answer came back.

—

The shock experienced before the brain hardens will haunt a person forever.

In her case, it came in the form of a dream.

The day I dreamed was not set, but the content was always the same.

A blurry memory of a time when I was no older than ten years old.

Wearing nice clothes in a mansion with a nice garden,

There is no need to even learn how to put mana in one’s fist.

It was a memory of a good day when her name wasn’t even Scarlett Rain.

In her memory, she had a happy expression, but Scarlett Lane, who was watching, was not happy at all.

I just want to wake up quickly. Because….

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“Miss, you need to run away quickly!”

“Mom and Dad are inside! “Let go of this!”

“Miss!”

It was because I knew the ending in which everything would fall apart.

Burning mansion and distant screams.

Perhaps it was too much of a tragedy for her to shake off as a child, and somehow this scene was particularly clear.

As if constantly reminding us not to forget.

When all the negative emotions and memories are mixed together and the form becomes unrecognizable, you open your eyes and wake up.

“Ha….”

Scarlett is sweating and touching her forehead.

Before she knew it, she had changed into white clothes and was lying on the bed.

The instructor, noticing how popular she is, opens her curtains and comes in to ask about her condition.

Although she felt dirty, her body felt light.

I called Ivan. She said that she just wanted to make sure she was okay, but in fact, there was another reason.

I wanted to call you out and ask you.

A long spear, or rather a new spear, came out of his arms. The treasure of her extinct family, whose name has now been erased.

How did she have her parents’ mementos, and how did she know that they belonged to her?

Her mysterious nobleman who murdered her parents and plunged her into her abyss.

She wanted to ask if she had some kind of relationship with him.

Squeak-

·

The sound of the health room door opening.

Where I turned my gaze, Ivan was standing there.

His condition was… Miserable. Maybe even more than in the morning.

The instructor’s uniform was torn and torn, and his right arm, which had been deeply cut, was covered in blood, as if it had been forcibly restored.

New red marks appeared on both wrists.

He looked like he wouldn’t feel any discomfort even if he collapsed right away, and he spoke as soon as he saw me.

“How are you feeling?”

I couldn’t say that my condition had completely returned, but I answered that I was fine.

Right now, if I grab anyone passing by and stop them next to me, it will make me look more sane than anyone else.

After that, after a few chats,

“Didn’t you call me because you had something to say?”

He pulled out the chair he was sitting on and came towards me.

As the distance got closer, the blood-stained uniform looked more stark.

Okay, let’s finish it quickly.

The story about Shinchang reached my throat.

“No, none.”

However, the words that came out were exactly the opposite.

A feeling that the body acted on its own before the head gave instructions.

She was quite embarrassed for a moment, but she was soon able to find out the reason.

I thought that nothing would change if I asked right away.

“Your arm seems to be okay. “Then that’s it.”

An interrogation without evidence loses its momentum just by shaking her head.

Will the testimony obtained after pushing through without information or certainty be satisfactory?

Let’s not be impatient.

Now that we have finally figured out the clue, all we have to do is to figure it out slowly.

She concluded that,

He also did not bother to inquire about her behavior, as he ‘really just asked how she was doing.’

Just get up quietly and return to the door you came from.

I thought it would close as is, but I heard his last word.

“I express my respect and gratitude.”

A short thank you that is Ivan-like, completely free of rhetoric.

The door closed, and she was alone again.

In order to fully recover, Scarlett covers herself with the blanket again and rests her head on the pillow.

Her actions will be buried at the bottom along with the remains of the wicked.

It didn’t matter anyway. She didn’t cooperate in the first place hoping for compensation.

But, it’s nice for just one person to know about it and receive a thank you note.

Even if it was Ivan….

“I guess I ate something wrong, really.”

It didn’t feel too bad.

—

Coincidentally, yesterday was the last weekday of the academy.

As soon as I returned to the dormitory, I fell asleep and was greeted by the dawn of the weekend.

I was so tired, but my eyes opened on their own even before the sun rose.

It seems that Ivan is not able to sleep for long periods of time.

There is a reason why the dark circles are so dark.

Still, I felt at ease. Because I didn’t have to go to the academy.

I didn’t become a child who threw a tantrum because I didn’t want to go to school. I am suffering from much higher-level and complex emotions than that.

When I started acting as a crazy person, I was honestly at a loss.

I haven’t done much in the form of superficial double-talk, but I was worried about whether I would be good at using harsh words that exploit people’s weaknesses.

But, after all, Ivan was Ivan.

Even if the person was possessed and changed to me, the way he spoke and the harsh words came out so naturally that it seemed like there was a reverberation left behind.

Now, I don’t even have to put in much effort.

But, I am not Ivan. This means that he is not a bastard aristocratic stooge, but a person of common sense who has completed both compulsory education and education on how to be a good person at the table.

I couldn’t feel comfortable insulting people to their faces.

Tsk, it’s a meaningless lament. Anyway, I go out next week and do the same thing again….

Wait a minute.

‘Now that I think about it, I don’t have to do that anymore.’

Why did I risk my life and perform method acting, pretending to be Ivan?

It was to avoid Chris’ suspicion and make the plan a success.

And the plan succeeded. Chris would have been reduced to a handful of ash by now.

So, now I….

There is no need to pay attention!

I jumped up from the bed. I woke up with an overwhelming sense of liberation that overshadowed my fatigue.

Yesterday’s crazy guy died along with the darkness. Now, how I treat my students is entirely in my hands.

“But it would be burdensome if it suddenly changed 180 degrees.”

I placed my chin on my chin and thought.

What if Ivan treats his students ‘like Chris’ overnight?

Well, you won’t know unless you try it….

I let my imagination run wild for a moment.

What would happen if I praised Scarlett in a very sweet and gentle way?

‘Miss Scarlett, this is such a cool roundhouse kick that I’m really impressed. It’s like-‘

‘Won’t it go away?’

Let’s change slowly. You have a lot of time.

If it is a change that can be revealed subtly but clearly from Ivan’s perspective….

“Okay, let’s start by becoming an instructor.”

Even before I was possessed, Ivan was an instructor, but no one thought that way.

The reason is simple. You don’t act like an instructor.

I even heard these words from Scarlett on the morning of the day I was possessed.

‘If you act like an instructor, they will treat you like an instructor.’

Academy instructor.

What does an instructor do? Praising students and talking nonsense?

No. All you have to do is teach hard and sincerely.

Even if you are a person who speaks harshly, is rude, and is extremely eccentric, if you are faithful to your job, you can at least be treated like a human being!

Keep your personality and speaking style the same, but show off your abilities as an instructor without hesitation.

It is indeed the most Ivan-like, yet un-Ivan-like behavior.

I was confident that I could handle it. There was a lot of content to lecture to students who had just joined the class.

If you push like that, you will eventually be able to achieve the most fundamental level of trust between students and instructors. It will soon lead to a rise in power for the Academy.

My social status will also rise.

It was about eating pheasant and eating its eggs.

“Okay, where should we start?”

There is still quite a bit of time left until the second event.

I started thinking happily about how to spend today to the fullest.

What Ivan needs now is a minimum of trust.

And the stamina of an instructor.

As I was thinking about which of the two to secure first, my eye caught the calendar on my desk.

Today’s date is March 29th. The number 29 was written in red.

“Yes, today was a holiday.”

Every Saturday is a holiday designated by the Archa Church.

A day when I wonder if a few students will come to the academy’s usually empty shrine.

And in that temple, she lived.

In her first class, when I sent her nobles away saying that I would split them up, she cried sincerely.

Paula Maria.

A saint of the Arca Church and an evangelist sent to the Academy by the religious leader.

She was the heroine of this game, with character worthy of the title of saint.

…At the same time, he was also a main boss character with the stigma of anger.

Behind the obsessively correct nature, there was a dark-hearted religious leader.

His most successful work, achieved through years of torture and brainwashing.

In a word, he is a ‘villain who doesn’t know he is a villain’ character.

However, it was a long time in the future that her stigma would bloom and she would go completely crazy.

Now was the time to focus on her bright side, not that part.

At the same time, it builds her credibility by appealing to her sincerity.

Thanks to her angelic personality, she is the best at the academy and will spread the word about my change more effectively than my 100-word appeal.

If I can make her my unofficial spokesperson, the difficulty of gaining the trust of her students will also drop dramatically.

I decided. Let’s go to the temple.

“I’m glad you’re a noble. “I put together five uniforms.”

Yesterday’s uniform, now in rags, has already been thrown away.

After putting on my neat new uniform, I left the dormitory.

If her story goes better, I might be able to remember her.

It would be good to know to what extent her inner madness has eroded her.

—

Oh.

“Ah, Brother Ivan! “You came this week too!”

“This week… ?”

Something strange… ?