'Headmaster and both of teachers are all crazy! Maybe they should locked up in some kind of mental hospital, Right?'
How happy I was when I was offered a job at prestigious Elite Academy.
I was happy that I could be part of elite but not there is nothing elite about it.
'I wish I could go back in time and beat myself for being happy over this.'
Sigh...How much fool I was.
Now only students are left to check, since one teachers is drunken alcohol lover and other is lazy and like to sleep like sloth, I hope that the last two students would be decent then them .
I just could only hope....
'Maybe the students who stayed behind are children of some powerful noble family?'
If...If they're really the children of noble family I'm going to teach them well and formed a connection through them.
'Yes, that's my only hope. It's the only thing that will pull me up from this hellish cliff.'
Of course, even with self-brainwashing on myself, I didn't have high hopes.
And I, who entered the dormitory where the two students were gathered, smiled brightly.
'Of course!'
The two students, a boy and a girl in shabby clothes, were looking at me anxiously!
'My life can't possibly be going so well!'
But, Goddess of Fate, after all the times you've stabbed me in the back with unexpected circumstances, couldn't you at least give me hope for once?
I, who had gone mad with despair, smiled gently and looked at the students.
"I'm Hadean Eon, your new teacher. Are you the rest of the students?"
"Yes...sir."
The two students looked over nervously.
I looked at them and asked.
"What's your name?"
"I'm Lucas."
"And, uh, I'm Ava."
"I see. Why didn't you two go back?"
Lucas answered in a small voice.
"I don't have anywhere to go back to, my village disappeared two years ago."
"Oh."
A commoner's child.
"Why didn't you go back Ava?"
"I came to study abroad from the Kingdom of Eldoria..."
"Aaaaah...."
I felt like I was going to burst into tears at any moment.
The Kingdom of Eldoria was lost in a war last year against Emperor Leaon.
It was impossible for a student to escape this despair.
"I see. Come here."
I said with tears streaming down on my face as I pulled them into my arms.
"There's nothing to worry about now."
"...."
"Because the teacher is here."
The children burst into tears, obviously distressed.
I patted them on the back and rolled my eyes.
'Actually, I'm in a similar situation.'
A part of me wanted to leave and return to the estate but I couldn't.
When I applied for a job at Elite Academy, I stamped my name on a contract promising to faithfully fulfill the duties of a teacher for three years.
And if I violated it, I would have to pay a hefty penalty!
'So....'
My eyes lit up.
"You guys have nothing to worry about."
"Hmph!"
I'll take you with me to my estate.
It's not the most affluent place, but it's better than this place with the crazy principal and the crazy teachers!
When the students calmed down, I stood up.
I headed for the office of the crazy principal, muttering to myself.
"...This is the only way."
There's only one way out of this, contract or no contract.
Yes, the only salvation.
I laughed with a gleam in his eye.
'Let's put the Academy out of business.'
Yeah, Since that lazy teacher already told me that I'm not some kind hero, which I'm not obviously and I'm not trying to become one too.
It's just that I'm going fasten the process of Elite Academy shutting down.
Since it's already happening, why don't I helped with speeding it up a little? It's not like I'm committing treason or anything. This academy is practically sinking on its own, and if I give it a little push, it'll just reach the inevitable conclusion faster.
I marched straight into the headmaster's office, where Alara was reclining on her chair, flipping through her slime racing magazine with a look of dreamy excitement.
The moment I entered, she hastily tried to hide the magazine again, but I ignored her frantic movements.
"Headmaster," I began, plastering on my best fake smile. "I have a something important to say."
She squinted at me suspiciously. "something important? What do you want to say now?"
I leaned on her desk, meeting her gaze with unshakable determination.
"I've been doing some thinking."
"...what?"
"The headmaster of this prestigious academy wouldn't spend money on slime races just for her own amusement. slime races are just a way to raise money to make investments. And the investment is for the future of the academy. Isn't that right?"
The headmaster flicked her ears.
"Well, yes."
"I see. And without realizing it, my foolishness led me to call you a stupid elf, and for that, I respectfully apologize."
The shriveled ears of the principal perked up, ever so slightly.
"Please be careful...in the future."
"Sure thing, by the way."
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
"Yes. To tell you the truth, I'm getting a little interested in slime racing."
If you want to open up a conversation with a guy who's obsessed with something, you just have to let him know you're interested.
And as expected, , the headmaster's eyes lit up with excitement. Her entire demeanor shifted as if she had suddenly forgotten all about my earlier complaints.
"Really?!" she exclaimed, leaning forward eagerly. "Are you serious, Professor Hadeon? You want to know more about slime racing? It's not just a sport, you know; it's an art, a culture, an experience!"
I kept my fake smile plastered firmly in place, nodding along as if I hadn't already made up my mind to dismantle this circus.
"Absolutely," I replied, feigning enthusiasm. "I mean, if this academy's future is tied to slime racing, then I should at least understand it better, don't you think?"
Alara clapped her hands together, beaming. "That's the spirit! I knew you'd come around. I'll explain everything to you. You see, the key to slime racing is picking the right slime. It's not just about speed; it's about stamina, resilience, and personality!"
Personality? I inwardly rolled my eyes but nodded as if I were enraptured.
"That makes sense," I said, stroking my chin thoughtfully. "But tell me, how do you pick the right slime? Surely it's not all luck?"
Alara's ears perked up further, and she launched into an impassioned explanation about slime breeding, training regimens, and the intricate betting system.
I listened carefully—not because I cared about slime racing, but because I needed every bit of information I could get to exploit this madness. The more she talked, the clearer it became that this was a hopelessly elaborate scheme that was bleeding the academy dry.
"So," I interrupted when she finally paused for breath, "if you had better funding or more experienced trainers, you could increase your odds of winning, right?"
"Exactly!" she said, practically bouncing in her seat. "If only we had more resources, we could dominate the slime racing circuit and make enough money to save the academy!"
"Interesting," I said, tapping my fingers on her desk. "Can I get another copy of that magazine you mentioned earlier....?"
"Actually, I have one more!"
I almost shouted out, "Is this little elf crazy?" as the principal pulled out a copy of the racing snail magazine from her stash but I held it in.
'That's how I'll ruin this place.'