I Broke Off My Engagement and Got a Job at the Academy - I Broke Off My Engagement and Got a Job at the Academy chapter 71

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Professor Cordelia felt like her mind was turning white. If she wasn’t mistaken, those traces of the explosion undoubtedly belonged to Teacher Yangho.

That means that the person who was known by everyone to be the only one who could use sacred power within the academy has disappeared.

There is no time to think about the same thing. Even though I used a potion, my condition is still not good. It won’t get any better if I keep staying like this.

Professor Cordelia quickly lifted Eden and teleported to the headmaster’s presence.

“Headmaster, Professor Eden Keynes was in the basement like this…”

The headmaster frowned at Cordelia’s words. It seemed like he had realized how things had turned out.

“…For now, let Teacher Yangho take care of it.”

“But it seems like Teacher Yangho was the intruder.”

The headmaster’s eyes shook at those words.

“How is that possible? He is from the order…! No, if Teacher Yangho is the intruder, then the ones who received treatment from her…!”

“For now, it seems like she is dead. I don’t know what happened, but there are traces that she died from an explosion inside.”

The headmaster furrowed his brow at those words.

“…It must be dark magic.”

“Dark magic…?”

“Yes. Teacher Yangho seems to have been a dark mage. But for now, we can’t do anything about it. We have to contact the order.”

Professor Cordelia bit her lip. And she looked at the headmaster and said.

“If we contact the order…”

“We can’t heal it with just a potion. Dark magic itself has strong corrosive properties, and combined with the fact that resentment has been affected by dark magic, the wound has become a curse.”

…”

To Professor Cordelia, who was silent, the headmaster said.

“If we leave it like this, the wound will only get worse. Even if we hold on with potions, it will become difficult after a week. It seems like resentment was much stronger than expected, and its power was even stronger than its original ability.”

The headmaster sighed and said to Professor Cordelia.

“…For now, I will try to contact them. In the meantime, can you take care of Professor Eden? If not, continue with your classes and ask the servant-“

“I will take care of it.”

Professor Cordelia immediately replied before the principal could finish his sentence. The principal made a sound and responded.

“Well then, it would be better if you also mention that you went out on site. Of course, you cannot completely avoid suspicion, but… it’s inevitable.”

The principal shook his hand and disappeared. It seemed like he was contacting the academy. And Cordelia, who had been watching the scene until the principal completely disappeared, grabbed Eden’s hand.

“What should we do…”

Feeling such a gloomy feeling, it was the first time since ‘that time’ in the past.

After finishing revenge, she had obtained a disciple after wandering in emptiness. She couldn’t afford to lose something so precious.

Because of the dark wizards ‘again’, she never wanted to experience again losing her precious things forever.

But if Eden really goes wrong like this.

If the small light she had barely found and escaped the darkness disappears and plunges back into darkness.

What would she choose?

Cordelia herself couldn’t know.

…

The Saint was making sounds and reading the newspaper. There was nothing else to do but pray at the holy site, so he read the newspaper to know how the world was functioning, but he was making a disapproving sound.

“It’s filled with useless information. Are these the kind of things journalists write about? Honestly, there’s not a single piece of stimulating or useful information, just scandals and incest.”

Saying that, the Saint pressed his chin and frowned. It was just about time. Looking at the clock, he thought so.

And as soon as the appointed time came, the door opened.

“Ah.”

It’s truly sharp. The Saint briefly felt curious about the mysterious skill that wasn’t a single beat off the appointed time, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

“Have you come?”

Throwing the newspaper, he spoke to his granddaughter.

Then, the Saint’s granddaughter spoke with a polite voice.

“Yes, Luna Eibenheim. I have arrived here, following Saint’s orders.”

The Saint licked his tongue as he looked at his granddaughter.

“Why are you being so stiff? Because of family ties.”

Then, the granddaughter answered as if it was obvious.

“Of course, I am also a member of the sect, so I must be thorough about hierarchy.”

Ha, the Saint looked dissatisfied as he gazed at his granddaughter, but he couldn’t find any expression on her face.

“Tsk, it’s tasteless. Did you decide to discard your human side just because you’re the next Saintess? Ah, well. It’s unfortunate that I have to live with a granddaughter who always pretends to be cute.”

With those words, the Saint’s granddaughter – no, the ‘next Saintess’ – smiled faintly and spoke.

“Can you tell me what you desire? I will do my best to fulfill the will of the gods.”

The saint looked at the woman who would become a saint after he died and spoke.

“I think I should visit the academy.”

Upon hearing those words, the woman’s expression briefly stiffened. It was a clear sign of confusion. However, without any hesitation, the saint continued speaking.

“I heard that one of the professors there has fallen victim to black magic. They are deteriorating, and I heard they need a skilled priest.”

Upon hearing his words, the woman opened her mouth.

“…Which professor are you referring to?”

“Edun Kainus.”

At the saint’s words, the future saint bit her lip.

“He’s just taking advantage of the church while lacking the ability to pay.”

“There is no law that states one must pay when receiving help from the world. And we are not talking about an individual, but a professor at the academy who has fallen victim to a black mage.”

Upon hearing those words, the woman furrowed her brows and spoke.

“Is it really necessary to go there?”

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“Well, me. You were pretending to be so obedient until just now, but now you’re questioning everything because it doesn’t suit you. That’s why.”

“What do you mean…!”

“It is said that a priest who was in charge of a good position at the academy was a black mage. She is said to have created a cult.”

Upon hearing those words, the woman, Luna, closed her mouth.

“She is someone within the church. Naturally, the responsibility lies with the church, so we cannot ignore this. And if the church did not provide assistance, a prodigy magician might go astray.”

After saying that, the saint locked eyes with his granddaughter. Luna Aivernheim’s pink eyes clearly showed that she did not understand.

“No matter how you put it.”

“Even so, what?”

Looking at his granddaughter’s pink eyes, the saint spoke.

“You clearly stated that you would obey the hierarchy. This is not a matter of emotions. I am giving you an order as a member of the church, and as long as you obey, that is all. That’s the story.”

Upon hearing those words, Luna Aivernheim tightly closed her eyes.

“…Understood.”

“Good. Then go now. The ship has been prepared in advance, so go to the Mediterranean as soon as possible. Since it’s the same capital, you can use the carriage’s flying function to get there faster.”

Upon hearing those words, Luna stuttered in surprise. Seeing her like that, the saint laughed and spoke.

“It’s tonight. The ship departs in the evening, so hurry and go towards the Mediterranean. You can get there quickly by using the carriage’s flying function since it’s the same capital.”

Upon hearing those words, Luna paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and then spoke.

“…Then, understood. I will go now.”

The saint extended his hand towards his granddaughter, and the next saintly lady, with her pink hair fluttering, left the saint’s room.

The future saint, possessing beauty to be hailed as the empire’s finest, clearly displayed an expression of discontent.

Watching the back of his granddaughter, the saint sighed.

“Haah….”

Having sighed like that, the saint looked at the closed door his granddaughter had left through.

“…If that child and Eden meet, it would be good if something productive comes out of it.”

He picked up the discarded newspaper again, flipping through the pages while muttering to himself.