No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 12

My widespread provocation has two possible endings.

The first is that I provoke the principal like crazy, and the professor from the board of directors who was monitoring the first face-to-face class stops the principal’s nonsense. Even if the family treats him poorly, Demillang is still Demillang. Those outside of Demillang cannot dare to look down on Demillang.

That is Demillang’s tacit rule.

‘It would be best if it ends with the first branch.’

If you think about it, it’s a nearly all-purpose plan, but the reason it can only be used once is because if I keep doing this, they might think, “This jerk’s ability and everything can go to hell,” and I could lose my reputation. I need to maintain my reputation to avoid being purged by the family.

So just as I was about to provoke him by asking if he was still far away while pretending to be relaxed even though I was about to die, that’s when it happened.

“This is unfair.”

“…?”

No, I can understand the principal challenging a student to a duel.

But why are you interfering, Ryuseong…?

“How could a student even graze a piece of clothing against the Great Mage of Anti-Japanese Imperialism?”

When the title of Great Mage of Anti-Japanese Imperialism became known, the students were stirred up once again.

Teacher Damyeon is our principal? That independence activist… Yes, that’s right. The reason why this novel is at the lethal dose level of nationalism is revealed once again.

In the novel, independence activists who gained special abilities that did not exist in the original history diversely changed the history of the anti-Japanese struggle in the story, and one of them was none other than our principal.

Teacher Damyeon, who uses magic through his experience studying abroad, is said to have created a new level by combining Korean Taoist magic and Western magic, earning him the title of Great Mage.

The problem is that Teacher Damyeon was someone who was ‘publicly’ known to have died from being shot at that time. No matter how much longer Gongryukjas live compared to civilians, it doesn’t make sense for someone from that era to still be alive today.

The students barely swallowed their question marks, making expressions that asked why someone who should have passed away long ago was awake. It seemed they realized that if they weren’t careful, it could turn into a disrespectful remark like, “Teacher, why are you still alive?”

“Ha! Making it possible for you youngsters to graze my clothes and graduating you is my goal. So I’m trying to gauge the level of the top student. Just try to disappoint me! I dare you!”

“Then please allow me to join that test as well.”

I want to tell him to die alone if he wants to die.

“If it’s two people, it should be a manageable fight. We can graze your clothes. Right, Cassice Demillang?”

… I couldn’t say, “That’s freaking impossible,” in this situation. I smiled brightly while swallowing bloody tears.

“I was going to give you three chances, but I guess that’s too bad?”

This part I meant sincerely. I was really freaking disappointed. It was because I had to choose the second branch due to Ryuseong’s intervention.

And that would be a bit tougher and a bit more of a gamble.

“The freshmen this year are really arrogant! Okay, fine! Let’s see you try to team up and come at me. I’ll give you three chances too!”

“Three chances are what I’m giving you, Teacher. Isn’t it too much for the students? It would be better if you say you won’t go easy…”

“…Shut up! The only thing that’s too much is that mouth of yours!”

Strictly speaking, the first option was also a gamble. Because if the people around me don’t stop me in time, I’ll be screwed.

But the reason it’s a good option is because even if it doesn’t succeed in time, I can choose the second branch without any problem. However, I didn’t expect to engage in the second option this actively.

‘The protagonist is a crazy bastard.’

Thinking that, I glared at Ryuseong, but he was also looking at me like I was a madman.

“What are you looking at?”

“…”

Why is he like that? He’s the real crazy one.

“…I’m devising a plan.”

Then Ryuseong lowered his voice. Tsk. You sly bastard. Your moving Adam’s apple is so freaking sexy. I nodded my head as if listening intently to his words and then spoke loudly.

“Ryuseong is aiming for the principal’s hat.”

The principal’s bones rattled. He looked so dumbfounded by my bold revelation of the plan that his joints seemed to clatter. Meanwhile, Ryuseong hurriedly tried to grasp my shoulder but stepped back without touching me. Was he being considerate of my mysophobia? I stared intently at his fingertips as if observing his actions and then smiled brightly.

“It’s easy for something on a lacking body to fall off. I’m also keeping the hem of the robe in mind. It flutters and sways well. How about taking both off before we begin…?”

“Are you crazy? Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, don’t say that. It’s not like he can’t hear us if we cover our mouths and whisper like rats, right? So I’m trying to be open and honest. There’s no need for you to eavesdrop like a rat, so listen comfortably.”

When I added with a soft laugh, the old and yellowed white bones began to turn golden. To be precise, when he didn’t suppress the golden aura bursting from within and let it out, it shone brilliantly.

Oh, it seems he got really pissed off as intended. Goosebumps rose with the increased pressure compared to before, and at the same time, laughter leaked out uncontrollably.

It’s because my windpipe was being constricted, but Teacher Damyeon seemed to misunderstand.

“I see a smile on your face? Good, it seems you still don’t know your place. Even if you guys wear twenty layers of clothes, I can beat you. Today, I will make you realize your place for sure.”

Still, I couldn’t lose in a battle of spirit. Because I was definitely going to lose the fight anyway.

“Make me realize my place? You, to me?”

Ha.

“How ridiculous. You have nothing to say, so just come. I’ll give you the first move.”

The only student who could go against the principal was the Demillang family’s child, but at this point, even in the eyes of the professors watching, it would seem like an excessive provocation no matter what. In other words, there was no longer an excuse to stop the principal.

The principal, whose anger had reached its peak, lifted a magic circle with the sole intention of breaking the student’s nose. And he began to imbue magic into himself.

At a glance, it seemed he thought that if he just tore the kids apart with magic from a distance, they wouldn’t stand a chance, so he was imbuing magic into his own body to show close combat. Hmm. As described in the original story, he’s indeed a kind teacher.

To think he would kindly beat us with just his bare fists even after such provocations.

Although he loses a lot of points for his personality and conduct.

‘No, then is he not a kind teacher?’

While I was having idle thoughts, the principal finished imbuing magic into his fists and charged at me. To be precise, the motion of charging was visible, but the intermediate process was erased. At least to my eyes, that’s how it felt. It was as if the principal disappeared and then popped up in front of me, and I could only see Ryuseong’s back as he managed to keep up and counter the fist with his own force, gritting his teeth.

“What are you doing, Cassice Demillang? Why aren’t you attacking properly?”

It’s because I can’t freaking see your movements at all… There was no way I could say that even if I died, so I decided to be more brazen.

“Is there a need for me to step up?”

“Cassice…!”

Ryuseong called my name but couldn’t continue. It was because the principal’s offensive that he had to block became more fierce.

Ryuseong was barely holding on, gritting his teeth and unable to continue speaking.

While I had my hands in my pockets and acted nonchalant, Teacher Damyeon seemed to get serious, occasionally raising magic circles to strengthen his own body. Perhaps it was Ryuseong who made Teacher Damyeon truly serious.

There’s no way he would do that because of my petty provocations, right?

But the next moment, Ryuseong’s body floated up and then slid back.

It was because magic missiles burst out from the magic circle that I thought the principal had created to strengthen his body and charged at Ryuseong. Boom! Crash! That’s right, he never said he would fight with just his bare fists. It was a great bait.

Ryuseong barely managed to stop while scraping the floor, but by the time he came to his senses, magic missiles were flying towards me.

Seeing Ryuseong’s blue eyes through his wide-open eyelids, I realized something, but I decided to put that realization aside for now.

Instead, I thrust my own neckline straight into the trajectory of the magic missile that was about to graze me.

“This…!”

Let’s review. The principal is kind. Due to his social position, he absolutely must not kill Demillang, but even before that, based on the principal’s personal beliefs, killing a student is not something a teacher should do.

Then what will the principal do? Huh? What are you going to do?

“You crazy thing!”

As expected, the principal instantly moved in front of me using some kind of teleportation or space-time technique and destroyed the magic missile by striking its side with his fist. And he was about to furiously scold me, but my hand was faster.

I fixed the principal’s crooked hat and smiled brightly.

“Your clothes were grazed, so it’s my victory.”

“…”

“How about it?”