I Became an Unknown Professor at the Academy

The day after the fairy’s visit.

At exactly 5:00 a.m., the time displayed on the smartwatch, Yesol’s closed eyelids slowly opened.

Blink, blink.

Her eyes blinked a couple of times.

The blurry amber eyes gradually came into focus.

Without even a yawn or stretch, Yesol woke up with a clear mind and slowly got out of bed. She put on her smartwatch, which was on her bedside table, and left the room.

“May today be filled with joyful events.”

She didn’t bow or kneel, but Yesol respectfully clasped her hands below her chest and prayed briefly to the Bwiar.

If other priests or high priests had seen this, they would have been shocked. But for the servants of Bwiar, prayer was not such a grand ceremony. After all, the person in question, the Bwiar, disliked prayers.

Yesol finished her morning prayer in the blink of an eye and headed to the bathroom.

“Hoo.”

After a refreshing shower in the midsummer heat, Yesol wrapped a towel around her wet hair and came out. She neatly organized the thread and needle on the table and tapped on the tablet screen.

[New Mail 27]

Yesol sat down and reviewed the reports that had come in overnight. She checked the ones that required special attention from her superior and left a mark on them.

“This one…”

[Title: Artificial Gate Alteration]

On August 9th, at dawn, the Guillotine Guild of France raided a suspected hideout of the Pandemonium in a gate.

They broke through to the center without any casualties, but a strong vibration caused the maze’s terrain to start transforming.

The Guillotine, suddenly trapped by the walls, was attacked by a ‘Red Minotaur’ that appeared out of nowhere, and retreated with thirty casualties.

※Guild Master Vincent Cassel died.

Yesol’s expressionless face became slightly narrowed.

Gate alteration.

The sudden appearance of a higher-level entity.

What would others think if they read this report?

They would probably think it was a clever use of the gate’s traps and move on. After all, no one would expect humans to be able to interfere with the gates.

‘I should inform Professor Baek Woo-jin.’

On top of the rapidly increasing number of gates in the past two months, the evil god worshippers, who had been lying low, were starting to show their faces. Yesol was incredibly busy.

She summarized the key points of the report so that Claire could read it easily and sent it to her superior.

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“It’s so quiet without the children.”

The paladin, with his handsome appearance, put down his spoon and said.

He was the same paladin who had tried to draw on Baek Hana’s face in the past.

“If not now, when? We should take a break when we can.”
“Yes, children should play.”

The other priests and paladins laughed softly and agreed.

“It doesn’t seem like they’re just playing…”
“Hmm.”
“If they’re not working, they’re playing.”

The paladins and priests coughed awkwardly and closed their mouths.

Because they all knew what Edyn and Maria were doing in the mansion.

“How’s the preparation of the auditorium going?”

Yesol, who had just finished her meal and was sipping lukewarm water, asked the priest sitting next to her.

“Just the seats on the side of the fortune need to be rearranged.”
“Please inform the guild and the countries again that we won’t accept any requests on the day of the meeting.”
“I understand.”

No requests will be accepted.

On the day of the meeting, not only in Seoul but also in all the countries where the servants of Bwiar are located, they will stop their activities and lock the doors of the temples. This was an order given in the name of Claire, the executor.

“Then, have a good day today.”
“May joy be with you.”

Yesol stood up first, and the remaining paladins and priests began to clear the dishes.

Vroom~

Yesol, who was about to go upstairs to her room, felt a small vibration on her wrist and checked her smartwatch.

[Baek Woo-jin, Professor]

“Oh.”

Yesol’s expressionless face twitched slightly.

She quickly took out her smartphone from her wide sleeves and held it to her ear.

“Yes, Professor.”

And the conversation continued.

“Huhu, I’ll proceed as you instructed.”

Yesol hung up and returned to her room, more energetic than before the call.

“Hmm~”

Yesol, humming an unknown tune, sat down and tapped on the tablet.

“What kind of reaction will they show…”

If Maria had seen her, she would have turned pale at Yesol’s dark smile.

Yesol began to write an email to the representatives of each temple.

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Vroom──

The radiance emanating from Roméo de Atilen’s body seeped into the newborn baby’s mouth, who was sucking on the light.

“Hoo…”

As the radiance faded, Roméo wiped the sweat from his chin with his sleeve and stood up.

“Is it done?”

The middle-aged couple, who had been quietly observing from behind, approached him and asked.

“Of course. Fortune will always be with the young master for the next five winters.”
“Haha!! Thank you!!”
“Indeed, the greatest adult…”

Roméo de Atilen smiled kindly at the middle-aged couple and said,

“Then, I trust you will keep your promise, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Of course. We’ll start building the new temple for Dolleo tomorrow.”

Dolleo.

The name of the god of fortune, as known to humans.

“I promise you that it will be the most magnificent temple in the world.”
“I trust you, Chairman Royman. Goodbye.”

Roméo smiled kindly and left the room, heading towards the building’s elevator.

“Tsk…”

Roméo had consumed more than half of his divine power and all the luck he had taken from evil god worshippers and criminals.

As a result, he felt slightly weak, and he unknowingly scowled and clicked his tongue. However, he didn’t feel any displeasure because the deal was worth it.

Royman Ditrod.

The chairman of the Ditrod Corporation, which controlled half of the US’ magic stone refining business.

The child Roméo had blessed with fortune was the youngest son of Chairman Royman. The couple was known for their love for each other and their family, so they would voluntarily bring more than the promised reward, depending on the fortune that their youngest son received.

Above all, it was said that no one had ever received fortune’s blessing only once, and everyone who had received it experienced a thrilling sense of achievement.

Ding-

The elevator door opened, and Roméo, along with his escorts, got into the limousine waiting outside the building’s lobby.

-I’ll take you to the temple.

Roméo had a short break until his departure for Korea in two days, after completing Chairman Royman’s request.

He couldn’t bless anyone with fortune because he had consumed all of his divine power, and he needed at least a day to recover his divine power through prayer.

Although it was meaningless to show off his strength in the presence of an absolute being like Claire, he couldn’t let the other temple representatives look down on him.

‘Damn bugs…’

Roméo slowly clicked his tongue as he looked at the cityscape passing by.

The meeting had been moved up due to the increasing activity of evil god worshippers.

If Chairman Royman’s request hadn’t come in, Roméo would have suffered a huge loss.

Because the meeting was moved up, he couldn’t participate in the raid on the 12th-level gate, and he had to pay a penalty ten times the amount of the upfront payment he had received.

And that wasn’t all.

Since the executor had disappeared, Roméo had been acting as the chairman of the General Assembly. He thought it was only natural, as he was the representative of the second-largest force after Bwiar, even though his combat power was slightly lower.

Thanks to this, Roméo had gained a lot.

However, the good times ended with the return of the absolute being.

‘I’ll tear them apart when I catch one…’

Roméo cursed the evil god worshippers, the root cause of all this, and clicked his tongue.

Ring- At that moment, Roméo’s smartwatch lit up.

[New Mail 1]

“Hmm…”

Only the representatives of each temple knew Roméo’s email address, so he opened his mailbox on his smartwatch.

[Yesol Lee (T·M)]: Informing you of a slight change.

“Tsk…”

Roméo frowned at the email from Yesol, who was known as a troublemaker, even though she wasn’t as famous as the executor.

He wanted to delete the email without reading it, but he knew that ignoring it would only harm him, so he had no choice but to open the email from Yesol.

Subject: Informing you of a slight change.

The process of the meeting will be open to students from Arena Academy who wish to observe. Please do not object to this on the day of the meeting.

If you have any complaints about the students’ observation, please come to the entrance of the Infinite Labyrinth the day before the meeting, which is the 12th.

“Hah!”

Roméo finished reading the short email and closed it with a very unpleasant expression.

“You want me to come out? Fine! I’ll come out!”

The meeting was supposed to be held in secret, and yet the students, who were not even representatives of their countries, were allowed to observe.

And this decision was made without consulting Roméo or the other representatives.

‘Claire Bean Assen… You’ve overstepped your authority.’

Roméo, who had been angry until a moment ago, smiled and clicked his tongue.

He was throwing bait to those who would tear him apart.

“But the Infinite Labyrinth…”

Roméo remembered that it was a very famous place in Arena Academy.

“Hmm, there was something else…”

He vaguely remembered reading a report related to it, but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn’t recall the details.

‘It must not have been important.’

Since he couldn’t remember even after trying to recall, it was probably not worth remembering.

Roméo dismissed the Infinite Labyrinth as unimportant and, the next morning, boarded a private jet with his paladins.