Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Slide—

“Huh?”

Meanwhile, Demona, who had barely managed to catch up after eagerly chasing Roan, opened the classroom door first and tilted her head.

“None of the professors are here?”

Hadn’t many professors been sitting down first last week, even before they arrived?

Confirming that there really was no one in the classroom, Sion pulled out her pocket watch.

It was certainly much earlier than class time, but it wasn’t that much earlier compared to last time either.

“Was it because it was the first class that everyone came early back then?”

“No way.”

“Then why…?”

Roan simply dismissed Sion’s words.

Diar’s grumbling did not distinguish between the first class and the classes that followed.

If they slacked off just because they had shown their faces during the first class, they had to be prepared to endure nagging even in the afterlife.

Roan briefly explained why not a single professor had attended.

“Because it’s pop quiz week.”

Sion, seemingly quite shocked, asked in disbelief.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yeah.”

“What? They all didn’t show up because they didn’t want to take the pop quiz?”

Demona also grumbled, as if that made no sense.

But when Roan neither confirmed nor denied it, she eventually realized it was the truth and threw a fit.

“How does that make sense?! The professors give us pop quizzes all the time, so isn’t it cowardly of them to do that?”

‘That’s true.’

Roan had no intention of scolding Demona for her words.

From a student’s perspective, it was certainly understandable to feel wronged.

But no matter how much of a professor they were, once they were in the position of learning, they were bound to return to being students.

It was the same principle as teachers who scolded students for sleeping in class but ended up dozing off when they went to teacher training.

Because Diar knew that, he didn’t take missing a pop quiz, midterm, or final exam too seriously.

…Or maybe it was because they had already crossed too many rivers for him to call them out on it.

Demona expressed her dissatisfaction with the professors’ double standards even as she found a seat.

“Then what, can’t I just be absent and say I won’t take the test either?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Why on earth not?!”

Roan spoke firmly.

Since Demona must be well aware of the fine for not taking an exam.

‘Ah, if it’s her, she might have forgotten.’

He decided to let it slide for now.

Because wasn’t there a more important reason?

“Because we are students.”

““…….””

Demona and Sion both fell silent at the same time.

They had forgotten for a moment, but the professors taking this class were auditors, not official students.

It didn’t really matter whether they took the test or not.

Demona grumbled, feeling a bit dejected.

“This is a place where you can’t find a single speck of human equality…”

“Talk about that after you leave the Wicronon family.”

“Gasp! I can’t do that!”

As Demona reacted violently, wrapping her arms around herself, Roan shook his head.

Meanwhile, Sion looked around, and as if unable to hide her lingering regret, asked cautiously.

“But won’t Professor Beleck or Assistant Anne come either?”

“Probably not.”

When Roan confirmed it, a look of disappointment washed over Sion’s face.

To think that even those two, who usually had good reputations among the students, would skip the pop quiz.

“Professor Beleck is probably spending time with Lucia, and Assistant Anne is originally busy serving Lord Eucherim.”

“Ah, indeed!”

Sion nodded vigorously, understanding the situation.

While ordinary students wouldn’t even think of it, the professors of Acherandir actually led busy lives.

‘Of course, they aren’t busy right now though.’

It was Roan’s warm consideration, not wanting to see Sion disappointed!

Right now, Lucia was tailing Roan, not Beleck, and Anne was probably taking a rare rest.

No matter how diligent and kind a professor they were, they were still human.

In any case, since they were already absent, it wasn’t important.

About ten minutes before class.

Tap-tap-tap—

The sound of stiff paper rustling against each other kept echoing from the hallway.

Demona and Sion, who could easily guess what that sound was, grew slightly tense at the same time.

Because it was the sound of Diar flying in.

But for some reason, the sound was much more rushed and faster than last week.

From experience, if a professor showed unusual behavior, one had to be even more careful.

Slide—

Almost immediately, the front door of the classroom opened, and a giant book made its appearance.

However.

Swoosh— Whoosh—!

““???””

Diar spun around the podium and was about to leave just like that?

Sion and Demona watched the scene with dumbfounded expressions, wondering what was going on.

And Roan, not flustered at all, politely raised one hand and called out to Diar.

“Professor, there are students enrolled in this semester.”

Halt—!

At that, just before leaving the door, Diar froze and turned around.

[Ah, right, I forgot.]

“……!”

Judging by the circumstances, since there had been no students during pop quiz week every semester, he must have assumed it would be the same this time and tried to leave.

Demona jumped up in anger and threw a fit.

“Roan, are you really a dummy?”

“Why.”

“If you had just stayed quiet, we wouldn’t have had to take the class, but because of you, we’re stuck taking the test!”

“…….”

Roan looked up at Demona with an expression that said, ‘What kind of punk is this?’

Flutter-flutter-flutter—!!!

[What kind of punk is this?]

And Diar, instead of holding back like Roan, just spoke.

Of course, he did not forget to shred one of his pages and send it flying at Demona.

The fragments of the God’s diary filled with holy power swept over Demona like a storm.

“Ack! I’m sorry! I wasn’t saying that to you, Professor!”

Demona waved her arms around and shouted because of the flying paper that made it hard to even open her eyes.

However, Diar only gathered the pieces back after turning Demona’s flowing blonde hair into a messy state like an old broom.

[You should be thanking your friend for saving you from a fine, and yet, what? And is Darc someone who deserves to be called a dummy by you?]

‘He is truly a wonderful professor!’

Roan felt like standing up and applauding Diar’s refreshing point.

Was the wisdom of a book that had lived for over ten thousand years indeed on another level?

Demona’s eyes widened as she asked.

“What?! If you had just left, we would have been fined?”

[Of course. Isn’t the fine for not taking the test 200 talants?]

“But that would have been your mistake, Professor?”

[…….]

At Demona’s bold point, Diar was lost for words.

It was a fair point.

Flutter-flutter-flutter—!

“Aack! I’m sorry!”

[If you’re sorry, shut your mouth! Right, then should I pay the fine? Should I, pay a fine to myself?]

“No, that’s not it!”

The problem was that it was a point made while being hit by paper pieces, though.

Demona went from looking like an old broom to looking like a clump of matted puppy fur before she finally sat back down with a tearful face.

[Tsk, do you think I’m giving a pop quiz because I want to…?]

“Then you shouldn’t give it…”

Flip—

“I-I’m sorry! I really won’t say anything from now on!”

In truth, Diar also found grading the pop quiz to be extremely annoying, so he wasn’t in a great mood, and Demona’s provocation made it worse.

But like most grumpy old men, although Diar complained a lot about it being troublesome, he had prepared everything without omission.

[The test is not that difficult. A pop quiz is originally a simple test anyway.]

Diar pulled out three of his pages.

Just as he said, Diar’s test was relatively simple.

Not only the pop quiz, but even the midterms and finals were mostly completed in writing.

‘Well, the testing method being simple and the class being easy are entirely different issues, though.’

Still, he had some confidence in a Divine Language test.

Not that there was any field he lacked confidence in.

[I doubt you would dare do so in front of me, but do not look at the person next to you…]

“Hic!”

[…I clearly said do not look. Also, don’t just guess because you don’t know, but think hard…]

“Gasp—!”

[Do you lack the basics of being a student altogether?]

‘My thoughts exactly, Professor.’

Just as Diar was informing the three of the precautions and about to distribute the test papers.

Slide…

The back door of the classroom opened very cautiously.

Although it opened cautiously, because of who the occupants were, everyone’s gaze turned toward it.

However, there was nothing at the height where a normal person’s face should be.

Instead, slightly below that, a red-headed, bearded dwarf was poking his head in.

“…Professor Timothy?”

It was Timothy, whose class had been running (?) until just now.

Roan and his friends couldn’t understand why Timothy had suddenly come here, rather than Bel or Anne.

“Ahem.”

Timothy, perhaps not expecting Diar to have entered already, coughed embarrassedly and glanced around the interior.

Then, he locked eyes with Roan and asked quietly.

“Abyssal Dragon?”

“…….”

Roan couldn’t bring himself to say harsh words to a professor and had to hold back.

[Yes, good job holding back. That’s how you become an adult.]

Instead, Diar praised Roan.

It was a tone he had heard somewhere before.

Roan pondered for a moment and spoke.

“I left it in storage.”

At that, Timothy suddenly raised his voice.

“What? Darc, why did you even hatch the divine beast if you’re just going to leave it in storage and not carry it around! Isn’t that too irresponsible?!”

He seemed quite disappointed to hear that Roan hadn’t brought Bel to this class either, following his own class.

‘If he had taught his classes with that much enthusiasm, he would have been very popular.’

Roan couldn’t help but feel sorry for Timothy.

Just then, Demona tilted her head and asked.

“Huh? But you don’t carry students around either, Professor?”

The Wicronon family of sages, who only spoke the truth!

“…….”

Even the great Timothy had no way to refute Demona’s accurate point.

Timothy coughed dryly again and was about to slide the door shut and leave.

[Where do you think you’re going? Since you’re here, take the test before you leave.]

Diar did not miss the chance and tried to catch him.

If they weren’t going to take it at all, that would be one thing, but since they were taking it, the more people taking it, the better.

Of course, Timothy thought a bit differently.

“Hahaha, Professor. I am a professor now too. Why would a professor take a test…”

Timothy laughed awkwardly and tried to slip away naturally, but Diar snorted.

[A guy who is barely over three hundred years old talking about being a professor… If you are younger than me, shut up.]

‘Then there would be no one in the school who could speak…’

As Roan thought, though young compared to Diar, Timothy also tried to rebel, feeling that he was old enough (?).

“As you know, I am also very busy with various matters… One must work hard while young. Well then, I shall take my leave.”

[Where!]

But there was no way Diar would let him go so easily.

Sion and Demona looked back and forth between the book and the dwarf, wondering if the two professors would actually start fighting.

Then, seeing Roan, they asked in confusion.

“Roan, what are you doing?”

“Roan, what are you doing?”

Roan calmly and skillfully ducked his posture, preparing for the aftermath.

‘As if “no way” ever applies in Acherandir.’