The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 68

Amon was worried in various ways.

“Has it already been two weeks since the students left the academy?”

Soon, the students would have been away from his care for three weeks.

Amon was so concerned about his beloved students that he couldn’t sleep at night.

“Ah! I’m sure they’re staying up all night, crying because they miss me!”

At that moment, Boris and Raymond were rolling around, chuckling.

“Hehehe! It’s so comfortable here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, this is what it means to live well.”

The vast wealth of the Marquis Pid family!

There was no way that the teacher’s beloved disciples, visiting his house, would not be treated well!

In the end, Raymond, eager to make up for the hardships of living by eating only wild herbs, ate so much that he became chubby, and Boris had become so lazy that he had forgotten half of the magic he had learned.

The only one who hadn’t changed was Chloe.

“…Guys, we’ll have to return to the academy soon. Shouldn’t we review what we’ve learned?”

Chloe tried to speak up, but there was no use with the lazy pigs.

“Hehehe! Chloe, do you want some chocolate?”

Boris, offering chocolate, was met with a glare from Chloe, but unlike usual, he flinched slightly and kept up his rebellious behavior.

“No matter how much you glare at me, it’s useless!”

Raymond went even further.

He had been offered a chance to stay there, having been recognized for his swordsmanship.

“I’ll never leave here!”

Chloe sighed heavily as she stared at the chubby pigs.

‘What should I do? These guys won’t be able to adapt when we return to the academy…’

People tend to think that once they reach a high point, that’s their place in the world.

But when they fall back down, the mental shock is unimaginable.

As someone who had once been royalty, Chloe knew this better than anyone.

‘But they won’t even listen to me, no matter what I say…’

If this were the academy, she would have beaten them into listening, but this was not the academy—it was Marquis Pid house.

As someone who had been strictly educated as royalty, she knew that causing trouble in another family’s house was a huge disrespect.

Sigh ‘I guess there’s no helping it.’

In the end, Chloe decided to use her trump card.

[From Chloe to Teacher Amon]

[Teacher, are you doing well? I am fine.]

Amon, reading Chloe’s letter asking about his well-being, was on the verge of tears.

While fellow teacher Marion had threatened to kill him, and Sloth had been intent on leading him into a trap, how could a letter from a student be so warm?

‘As expected, the only ones I can trust are my students.’

Amon continued reading the letter.

[The problem is that only I am doing well. Boris and Raymond are in a terrible state. They’ve stayed here without swinging a sword or reading a single page of a book.]

The letter shifted into a dire situation, turning sharply without warning!

It had been less than five seconds since Amon thought he could only trust Chloe.

‘I guess I can only trust Chloe after all.’

It was then that the next lines appeared.

[So, if you’re not busy, could you come by for a bit? Please scold Raymond and Boris properly!]

[From Chloe]

Amon closed his eyes tightly.

Even though Sloth had clearly set a trap for him at the Marquis’ house, Chloe was asking him to walk right into it.

‘There really is nothing to trust in this world. After all, the world is meant to be lived alone.’

Shivering with deep despair, Amon’s eyes landed on the postscript.

[P.S. – Teacher, I miss you.]

Amon carefully folded the letter and tucked it into his chest.

“Alright, Chloe. I’ll be there soon.”

How could he not go when his beloved student said she missed him?

Although he was a bit concerned about the trap set by Sloth, there was no way the prestigious Marquis Pid family would just let a conflict arise in their house.

‘Even if Senior Sloth causes a ruckus, the Marquis family will probably stop it for me!’

But the truth is always cruel.

Sloth didn’t send a letter, nor did she set a trap!

After arriving at the family estate, Sloth stayed in her room, just sleeping!

While Marquis Pid whom Amon believed would resolve the issue was actually the one who had actually set the trap and he was sharpening his sword.

‘That bastard who insulted my precious daughter! I’ll cut him down in one strike!’

But Amon, unaware of this, was preparing to leave for the Marquis estate, believing in the Marquis’ sincerity.

‘The misunderstanding about marriage was cleared up last time, so they won’t treat me badly!’

“Cut off his head and feed it to the dogs!”

“Huh?”

As soon as Amon knocked on the Pid mansion door, the Twelve Swords ran out as if waiting for him, and as soon as they dragged him into the main hall.

Marquis Pid furious roar echoed and Amon’s face turned pale.

“Wait a minute! Your Grace! What do you mean by that all of a sudden?!”

“Fool! Don’t you know your crime?!”

Amon, thinking it seemed like a similar conversation from when he had visited the Pid estate before, shouted loudly.

“Please tell me what crime I’ve committed!”

“You despicable bastard! How dare you insult my precious daughter and still shamelessly open your mouth!”

It had been weeks since he had last seen Sloth’s face, and hearing Amon being accused of insulting Sloth made him turn pale.

“What… What nonsense is this?! Your Grace, there must be a misunderstanding!”

“A misunderstanding?! A misunderstanding, you say?!”

Marquis Pid, roaring in fury, pulled out a piece of paper from his coat.

“Are you still calling this a misunderstanding after seeing this?!”

“…!”

Amon’s face turned ashen when he saw the paper the Marquis was holding.

It was the letter he had sent to Sloth.

[To Senior Sloth]

[Are you doing well? I think you’ll soon be overtaken in swordsmanship by Chloe, but as long as you’re well, that’s all that matters. But I’m curious—how does it feel?]

[P.S. – Does that swordsmanship help you sleep?]

Seeing his own letter in the Marquis hands, Amon clenched his eyes shut.

‘Damn it! It wasn’t Senior Sloth who set the trap, it was Marquis Pid!’

It seemed the Marquis had intercepted the letter sent to Sloth.

‘That daughter-loving fool…What should I do now?’

Should he stretch his neck out to make it easier for them to chop it off? No, absolutely not.

Amon, gritting his teeth, shouted loudly.

“Wait! There seems to be a misunderstanding!”

“Ha ha ha! A misunderstanding? Alright, speak up! Let me hear what you have to say!”

As Marquis Pid raised his hand, Kaiser, one of the Twelve Swords of the Marquis house, who had been dancing around with his sword, suddenly stopped.

‘Alright, I’ve bought some time.’

Now, it was time to clear up the misunderstanding.

‘…But wait a minute.’

Thinking about it, there was no misunderstanding, so there was nothing to clear up.

The letter contained nothing but truth, facts, sincerity, and honest words, so there was nothing to explain.

‘This is bad.’

As he saw no way out, panic instantly struck his mind!

Nonetheless, Amon desperately squeezed out his words.

“Well…”

“Well? Is that your last will?”

“No, what I meant was…”

Amon, shrinking his shoulders, cautiously observed Marquis Pid’s expression.

Seeing the red face filled with anger, it wouldn’t be surprising if he attacked right now, and Kaiser, standing beside him, was once again dancing with his sword.

In other words, if Amon didn’t say something right away, his head would be on the line.

‘…To hell with it.’

Amon suddenly stood up and shouted.

“That letter was to praise Miss Sloth’s beauty!”

“What, what did you say!?”

The only way to soften the heart of the daughter-obsessed, no, the daughter-obsessed fool, Marquis Pid, was to praise Sloth!

And amazingly,

“……!”

Marquis Pid froze with wide eyes after hearing those words.

‘Got it! It’s working!’

Seeing the daughter-obsessed fool freeze at the praise for his daughter was too good to pass up!

Amon pushed forward with his words.

“As you can see, the sentences in that letter have complex meanings hidden behind them…”

“What letter?”

“……!?”

Amon flinched and turned his head at the sudden voice from behind.

There stood Sloth, frowning.

“Senior Sloth…?”

“I came to see if you had stopped by our family, and what is this situation?”

Sloth spoke irritably, glaring at Marquis Pid.

“Father, what is going on right now?”

“……”

Marquis Pid remained silent, rolling his eyes without saying a word.

He looked like a dog who had done something wrong, nervously avoiding eye contact!

“What’s going on, brothers?”

Her brothers, also dumbfounded, lowered their heads and stood stiff.

Seeing this, Sloth sighed, clearly frustrated.

“Ugh, seriously…”

Sloth scratched her head and spoke.

“By the way, what letter? Did you send me a letter?”

“Uh…yes, I sent a letter asking when you would be returning to the academy.”

“I was planning to head back soon, but I never received a letter…?”

At that moment, Sloth quickly glanced at Marquis Pid.

Marquis Pid, who had been holding and shaking the letter, hurriedly tried to hide it, but it was too late.

“Father, are you hiding my letter?”

“……”

“Why…?”

Sloth, sighing as if there was no stopping this, approached Marquis Pid and snatched the letter away.

Marquis Pid, who had helplessly lost the letter, seemed to want to say something, but when his eyes met Sloth’s, he quickly avoided her gaze.

He was beyond being a daughter-obsessed fool, almost like a daughter-obsessed madman!

“Ugh, anyway, Father. I’ll leave now.”

“……”

“Let’s go, Amon.”

Sloth grabbed Amon and led him out of the main hall.

As she walked, Sloth quietly thought to herself.

‘So, he sent a letter saying he praised my beauty?’

Sloth secretly smiled.

‘I mean, I am pretty beautiful, after all!’

Then, a moment later.

“……”

“S-sorry, Senior.”

“……”

“There was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding…”

Amon, trembling and with his head down, stood before Sloth, who was reading the letter and exuding an aura of menace.