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◈ I Unleashed a Gossip Gallery in Another World ◈
Chapter 59: Academy Vacation Special Class (2)
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“Here we are.”
The carriage, which had continued on for quite a while even after leaving the imperial capital, finally slowed to a stop.
“Haaah...”
When the Academy came into view outside, I let out a sigh without realizing it.
‘To think I’d come back here.’
Memories of my previous life suddenly came flooding back.
I had plenty of good memories here, but I had suffered just as much.
I did want to come back someday, but I never imagined I’d return as a student.
“Hey, why do you look like you’re about to die?”
“...”
“Good grief. You really do look like you’re dying.”
As my face darkened, a voice full of laughter suddenly came from beside me.
“You get to take a special class that people couldn’t buy even if they paid for it, and you have the nerve to look upset.”
Eirin, the pink-haired monster recently promoted to little sister, was glaring at me with a cold expression.
“And, you fucking bastard. You used my money for the carriage too.”
“You said you’d give me a ride.”
“Any woman who marries you will be miserable for the rest of her life, you idiot.”
Honestly, this time I really had been wronged.
I said I would go alone, but Eirin insisted on coming because she also had to go to the Academy.
“You freeloader.”
I ignored her verbal abuse as I got out of the carriage.
“Ha ha, your girlfriend certainly has a sharp tongue.”
The coachman, who had been quietly watching us, spoke with a friendly grin.
“She’s my sister.”
“Ah, my apologies.”
“Ha ha...”
After hurriedly explaining the truth to the coachman, I glanced at Eirin.
“What are you looking at, idiot?”
“...”
“What? Want your kind and pretty little sister to become your actual girlfriend?”
Eirin still had her arms crossed as she spat out rude remarks.
“Haaah...”
Just as I turned away from her and tried to walk off, a notification suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[A keyword notification has arrived.]
Notifications were rapidly coming in from the Empire Village Gossip Gallery and the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery.
[✪(Breaking) Elrod Durgel has arrived LMAOOOOOOOOOO]
[✪Elrod <<< Why is he showing up during class like such a rude bastard???]
[✪Are all the ladies getting up right now to skip class and see Elrod? LMAO]
[✪Elrod Durgel <<< The rumor that he’s taking the special class wasn’t fake news??????]
[✪Elrod <<< Why did you have to come nowwww???]
‘Good thing I planned to arrive during class.’
I had expected this, so I deliberately planned the route to arrive well after classes had begun.
“Are you satisfied with the route analysis result?”
Of course, Sepi had done most of the work calculating that complicated route while accompanying me to the Academy.
‘Who knew I’d use Sepi’s computing ability for this?’
With a satisfied smile, I began stroking her head.
“Good job, Se...”
“...?”
“...Sei.”
I could no longer call her Sepi in public, so I had changed her name slightly.
“When did you contract with that little spirit?”
“None of your business.”
“Hmph. You contracted with someone cute, at least.”
Sepi currently had black hair and red eyes.
So-called Dark Sepi Mode. Its official name was the Qliphoth personality, the inverted form of the Tree of Sephiroth.
‘Never thought I’d use it like this, either.’
I had added it long ago for combat and Sepi’s stress management, but it was also very useful for disguises.
Of course, I had disabled the personality switch, so there was no chance that ‘that personality,’ which even I found difficult to deal with, would emerge on its own.
“Error detected.”
“Hm?”
“My auditory data and visual information keep getting filtered?”
I had also made one more adjustment.
It was nothing much. I had set it to automatically filter specific keywords and images, such as Elrod, Eirin, Big Brother, and special class.
‘Sepi can make mistakes, so it can’t be helped.’
I had no intention whatsoever of letting people know that I was Gossip Gallery Eraser in this life.
It might have been fine to tell Sepi, my daughter and the person I trusted most, but she sometimes made critical mistakes.
‘Someday, I should tell her...’
Until I found a better method, though, I planned to hide my identity even from Sepi.
“Hey, Eirin. Show me to the special class.”
“What are you doing?”
“I need to get inside before the break bell rings.”
For now, I had to get to the special-class classroom quickly.
It was the final class before vacation began, and the bell marking its end would ring soon.
“No one even cares about someone like you, idiot.”
Eirin gave me an incredulous look and muttered.
(Author: Lady Penelope)
[Anonymous: So where exactly is Elrod right now?]
(Author: Lady Violetta)
[Anonymous: Please share Elrod’s location. Urgent.]
(Author: Lady Evergale)
[Anonymous: This is my first time seeing him in person, and this is seriously insane]
‘...I wish that were true, too.’
But judging by the Gossip Gallery, it was obvious Eirin was wrong.
(Author: Student Council President Celine)
[Anonymous: Why is everyone making such a huge fuss? Tch.]
ㄴAnonymous1: You’ve never seen Elrod, have you?
ㄴ(Author): He’s a noble. You can tell what he’s like without seeing him lol
ㄴ(Student Council Secretary Pippi): For real lol
ㄴ(Student Council Officer Sharon): Saving a ducal lady is one thing, but would he treat commoners that well too? Hehe.
Fortunately, it seemed I would not have to worry about being harassed by every female student at the Academy.
‘At least the commoners have some sense.’
For the next month, I should stick close to the commoners who disliked me whenever possible.
“Wow... It’s been a while.”
“...?”
“...No, I mean, it looks just like the pictures.”
As I followed Eirin through the complicated interior of the Academy’s main building, she suddenly spoke up.
“Here, turn right.”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing? Open the door already.”
Eirin suddenly tugged at my clothes and pointed to an old door.
“...”
And I knew very well what would happen if I opened that door.
‘Is the Academy’s hazing tradition still around?’
This venerable Academy was filled with countless traps made by generations of students.
If my memory was right, opening that door would leave me trapped in there for thirty minutes.
“Hm hm...”
Sure enough, Eirin had already moved far away and started humming.
She was probably preparing to livestream my pathetic appearance on the Academy Minor Gallery.
“Trap Eradication Mode activated.”
“Yes!”
But I had no intention of letting things go the way Eirin wanted.
If I got trapped there for thirty minutes, I did not even want to imagine what the crowds would do to me.
Whisper, whisper...
When I quietly held Sepi out on my finger, she began whispering something to the doorknob.
Shudder...
Soon, the door trembled, and the suspiciously glowing doorknob went limp.
“Huh?”
“What are you doing? Aren’t you coming in?”
I immediately grabbed the doorknob and turned it, but instead of entering, I stood there and glanced at Eirin.
“Th-this is strange.”
“...”
“Th-that can’t be... Eek!?”
The moment Eirin grabbed the knob with a blank expression, she began floating into the air and being sucked into the room.
“B-Big Brother! Save me!”
“Pfft.”
“F-fuck! I’ve never fallen for this before!”
I forced down a smile as I watched her.
‘Did you really think I’d fall into a trap I made when I attended the Academy, you crazy bitch?’
Was it because I had suffered so much at her hands?
Lately, tormenting Eirin was strangely fun.
“Hey, what are you doing!?”
“I’m taking pictures to post on the Academy Gallery.”
“D-don’t fuck with me!”
As I took pictures from various angles through the Gallery’s photo function, Eirin was held by transparent hands reaching from the doorway.
Ding-dong-ding-dong♪
At that exact moment, the break bell rang.
“Ah.”
Soon, students could be heard rushing out from all directions.
“Hey, where are you going!?”
“Sorry, Eirin.”
Tears in my eyes, I had no choice but to leave Eirin behind and run toward the stairs.
“Elrod, you fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!”
That day, numerous photos documenting Eirin’s belated initiation were uploaded to the Academy Gallery.
* * *
“Huff...”
After sprinting to the special-class classroom with my whole body aching, I opened the door, went inside, and let out a breath.
‘That was close.’
The moment I shut the door behind me, countless stares and murmurs could be heard outside.
‘Still... Why are there so few people?’
In contrast to the chaos outside, the classroom was empty.
“...”
No, it was not completely empty.
One person was sitting at a desk.
‘Could it really just be Princess Ruabel and me?’
It was Princess Ruabel, who had been on the list.
‘This could be a problem.’
I hurriedly checked the Academy Minor Gallery and, fortunately, quite a few more people had been added.
Most of them were high-ranking noble students likely to receive recommendations.
They were probably stopping by their dormitories, far from the main building, after class to prepare themselves before coming here.
‘...A blessing in disguise.’
I did not like crowds, but taking class alone with Princess Ruabel would have been worse.
“Hmm...”
After finishing that thought, I pressed back and began lurking in the vacation special-class posts on the Gossip Gallery.
[Anonymous: Professor Moria <<< She’ll be weeding people out again, right?]
[Anonymous: Can’t the Gossip Gallery’s lecture-review culture apply to Professor Moria too? Fuck.]
[Anonymous: Upvote if you’re looking forward to seeing how many Academy students survive the vacation special class lol]
[Anonymous: At least half of them will probably disappear on the first day. Yeah.]
Most posts about the vacation special class focused on the visiting professor and the teaching method.
‘Is she the type to leave only a select few and teach them properly?’
It would have been condemned at the Academy, but it was quite a reasonable choice for a visiting professor teaching a special class.
‘It’d be nice if she kicked out the princess too.’
Thinking that, I turned to look at Princess Ruabel, who had been assigned the seat beside mine.
“...”
Perhaps exhausted, she was sleeping soundly without a care in the world.
‘She really is beautiful when she’s asleep.’
But as I watched more closely, her body suddenly began trembling faintly.
‘What? Is she not asleep?’
Tilting my head at the sight, I checked the Gossip Gallery and immediately regretted it.
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Guys, what would you do if a ridiculously pretty young lady was sleeping helplessly in an empty room????]
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Princess Ruabel <<< Is the rumor true that once she falls asleep, nothing can wake her up??????]
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: I’m an imperial maid, and it’s true that Ruabel <<< has narcolepsy and can’t be woken up no matter what you do. Yeah.]
Squirm, squirm...
The more posts appeared in real time, the more rapidly Princess Ruabel’s body squirmed as she lay slumped over her desk.
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Princess Ruabel <<< But wasn’t there a rumor going around that she’s a masochist?]
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Princess Ruabel <<< If someone takes lewd pictures of her while she sleeps, she’s probably full of thoughts about being sexually trained by them. Yeah.]
‘This is... the next head mod of the continent?’
With a dazed expression, I thought to myself.
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Princess Ruabel <<< If you bed her now, you’ve got a ticket to a one-person dynastic revolution LOL]
By the time that post appeared, I carefully grabbed the princess’s shoulder and shook her.
“Your Highness.”
“...”
“Wake up.”
After some time passed...
“Ahh...”
“G-good day, Sir Elrod.”
Princess Ruabel slowly raised her head and greeted me as though she really had been asleep.
“I woke you because class is about to begin.”
“Ah, is that so...”
She rubbed her eyes for a while.
“Ahem.”
Then she cleared her throat and gave me the gentlest of smiles.
“As expected, you are a very kind person.”
She looked exactly like the frail and delicate princess known as the Empire’s first love.
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: I just saw a fucking clueless bastard put an unconscious woman into a carriage and send her off lol]
Had that post not appeared in the Gossip Gallery at the same time, I might have thought so too.
“Still, if Sir Elrod is seated beside me...”
“...”
“We’ll be desk partners for the next month.”
As I tried to hide my horrified expression and turn away, she suddenly held out her hand.
“I look forward to working with you.”
Princess Ruabel once again offered me a handshake with a frail smile.
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Mm-hm, yes, yes. I’ll keep sending signals lol]
(Author: Princess Ruabel)
[Anonymous: Let’s see how long you can keep ignoring me hehe]
Of course, those kinds of posts were still pouring into the Gossip Gallery.
‘What the hell am I supposed to do with this crazy bitch?’
For someone who would have to sit beside that princess for nearly a month, this was the worst possible situation.
* * *
At first, I thought sitting beside Princess Ruabel was the worst thing possible. But upon reflection, there was something worse.
“Sir Elrod. It’s been a while.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Do you not remember me? At the duke’s tea party last time...”
As more and more people entered the classroom, they all began talking to me.
‘What do I do if I genuinely don’t remember them?’
Female students, as well as male students who appeared to be high-ranking nobles, spoke to me, but I did not remember any of them.
Grrrrr...
Of course, there were a couple of faces I did recognize.
Lady Penelope and Lady Violetta, Eirin’s friend, were sitting at the back of the classroom and glaring coldly at me.
‘This is driving me crazy.’
A chill ran down my spine, and I wondered if I should change seats immediately.
Creak...
Then the front door suddenly opened, and a familiar head of pink hair came into view.
“Haaah...”
Eirin, her hair completely disheveled, walked in with a deep sigh.
“Please take your seats.”
After glaring at me for a moment, she composed herself and spoke.
“The visiting professor has arrived.”
At the same time, footsteps began echoing from the corridor.
Tap, tap...
Then, a woman with a cool, striking appearance entered through the front door and captured everyone’s attention.
“...”
In the silence that followed, the woman stopped before the blackboard.
“It is good to see you again.”
She slowly looked over everyone in the classroom before speaking in a low voice.
“I am Moria Wevergale, and I will be teaching you for the next month.”
Without another word, she placed the stack of documents she had brought onto the table and began arranging them.
“I will say this in advance, before anyone raises objections.”
With that simple action alone, she had completely taken control of the classroom’s atmosphere, and after a long pause, she spoke again.
“Anyone unqualified to take my class will leave this room before today is over.”
“...”
“So please approach your studies sincerely.”
Watching her quietly, I frowned and muttered to myself.
‘She looks like the Witch of the West.’
There were slight differences in her appearance, hairstyle, and figure, but the professor who had just entered looked somewhat similar to the witch I knew.
(Author: Witch of the West)
[Mage Gallery Eraser: I’m experimenting right now, so if there are any Yellow Mages here, recommend a potion recipe lol]
(Author: Witch of the West)
[Mage Gallery Eraser: The clouds are so pretty today hehe]
But the Witch of the West was currently hard at work conducting experiments and browsing the Gallery in the Forbidden Zone.
‘...Maybe they’re distant relatives, or she’s a survivor of the Ashen Clan?’
As I scratched my head and tried to look away from the Gallery window, a cold voice suddenly came from the front.
“I can already see someone who will be leaving.”
“Whether you are high-ranking nobles or received a recommendation from someone, I do not care.”
I flinched and looked up, only to see an even more chilling sight.
“In my class, only attitude and ability matter.”
Professor Moria was looking directly at me among the countless students as she spoke.
“...There will be no further warnings.”
After glaring at me for a long time, she turned back to the blackboard.
“Second seat in the left second row. Fifth seat in the right first row.”
Her warning quickly proved true, not long after class began.
“Explain the formula I just wrote.”
The two male students, who seemed somewhat distracted, looked at the blackboard with startled expressions.
“Uh, well...”
“Ah, ahaha...”
The two students awkwardly scratched their heads.
“You two, stand up and leave the classroom.”
Professor Moria glanced at them indifferently before speaking in a calm tone.
“W-we weren’t fooling around...”
“W-we just briefly...”
The frightened students tried to make excuses, but their chance had already passed.
“I will not repeat myself.”
“...”
“If you do not leave immediately, I will give you demerits according to Academy regulations.”
The male students stared blankly at each other, then lowered their shoulders and quietly left the classroom.
“Fourth seat in the left third row, seventh seat in the right second row, fifth seat in the center row. Leave the classroom.”
That was the signal.
“Third seat in the left seventh row, second seat in the right first row. Leave.”
Before even half the class had passed, many students had been eliminated.
“All students in the left second row, stand up and leave.”
The final touch to that chilling atmosphere came when Professor Moria, without even turning her head, declared every student in the second row eliminated.
“W-we didn’t do anything!”
“We were listening to the lecture!”
“Th-this is tyranny!”
The students hurriedly stood and began protesting at once.
“Students in the second row, you did not ask a single question for thirty minutes.”
“...”
“...This is not a level you should be able to understand.”
Professor Moria did not take her eyes off the blackboard as she answered in a cold voice.
“I have no intention of teaching students who sit there like wooden statues and merely listen.”
She turned her head slightly and looked at the second-row students with icy eyes.
“If you cannot accept that, prove that you can explain this formula without asking questions.”
“...”
“Otherwise, would you please stop wasting the other students’ time?”
Before class was even over, more than half the classroom had emptied.
‘She’s seriously no joke.’
Swallowing nervously, I lowered my eyes.
[✪(Breaking) Half of the vacation special class has vanished LMAOOOOOOOO]
[✪Has it begun... The nightmare of the vacation special class...]
[✪Moria <<< How the hell does she know we’re browsing the Gallery? I got caught trying to record her, fuck.]
[✪Looks like leaking the vacation special lecture is impossible again lol]
Things no one could post in the Academy Minor Gallery were already flooding the Gossip Gallery.
[✪Public Opinion Test.JPG]
[Upvotes: 56 / Downvotes: -302]
The reactions were all similar.
Anonymous1: Moria <<< Does having big boobs excuse everything? lol
Anonymous2: This fucking bitch’s arrogance is directly proportional to her chest size. Yeah.
Anonymous3: The guy who got kicked out without even getting a chance to solve the formula kept staring at Moria’s chest lol
The students expelled from class had gathered in small groups to vent their resentment.
Anonymous7: Lugnox’s equal is lecturing, and what the hell are these idiots doing? lol
ㄴAnonymous8: Come take the class yourself, idiot lol
ㄴAnonymous9: I’m telling you, I can’t concentrate???
ㄴAnonymous10: Moria <<< She’s a fucking bitch who favors female students from the start, so I think that outfit is intentional. Yeah.
ㄴAnonymous11: Only female students will be left this year too, fuck.
ㄴAnonymous12: I got kicked out too, but I still have no regrets. Yeah.
Judging by the comments, Professor Moria’s special classes were infamous from the beginning.
‘Quite a few female students were kicked out too.’
Of course, the Gossip Gallery was full of fake news and unfair slander, so I did not particularly feel sorry for them.
Anonymous15: So is Elrod still alive?
ㄴAnonymous16: Yeah lol
ㄴAnonymous17: LMAO
ㄴAnonymous18: But he already got warned once, so he’ll probably be kicked out soon?
Then, just as I realized that I too was in danger and tried to stop browsing the Gallery...
“Fifth seat in the right fourth row. Stand up.”
Professor Moria’s cold voice came from the front.
“Even after receiving a warning, you continue to do something else.”
“Ah, well...”
“Stand up and leave the classroom.”
The person she was staring at was me, seated in the fifth seat of the right fourth row.
‘Fuck, I’m screwed.’
I was well known for secretly browsing the Gallery.
How had she discovered even my Gallery browsing?
That professor seemed to be no ordinary person.
“Can you not hear me?”
No, this was not the time for such pathetic thoughts.
‘If I get kicked out like this... Father will force me to enroll in the Academy.’
If I got expelled on the first day, Father might truly become furious and force me to enroll in the Academy.
“You look very dissatisfied.”
“...”
“Very well. I will give you a chance, just like the other students.”
As I froze in my seat, breaking out in a cold sweat...
Scratch, scratch...
Professor Moria snapped her fingers, erasing every word on the blackboard. Then she picked up a piece of chalk and began writing something.
“Come up and explain this formula.”
She turned toward me and looked at me indifferently.
“...If you intend to do other things during my class, you should be able to explain at least a formula of this level without difficulty.”
At once, everyone in the classroom turned their attention toward me.
“Hmm...”
Feeling oddly itchy all over, I narrowed my eyes and began reading the formula on the blackboard.
‘This formula did not exist in the era I lived in.’
Because the formula and its contents were unfamiliar to my mind, which had come from the distant past, it took some time to understand.
‘Still, this is fortunate.’
Soon, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to walk toward the blackboard.
‘It is not that difficult.’
Professor Moria had some conscience after all.
At this difficulty, I could barely avoid expulsion.
* * *
Scratch, scratch...
Elrod walked to the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, and began writing for quite some time.
“Um, excuse me.”
After some time passed...
“...May I begin?”
Elrod quietly set down the chalk and spoke while watching Professor Moria, who stood beside him.
“...”
Silence continued for a moment.
“...Do as you wish.”
Professor Moria quickly looked over the incomprehensible, nonsensical formulas Elrod had written, then curled her lips into a faint smile and nodded.
“Yes, then...”
After studying the professor’s expression, Elrod picked up the chalk again.
“So... This formula is asking whether, by looking only at an already occurring phenomenon E, it is possible to reverse-engineer the template A and phase F that precisely created that phenomenon, correct?”
But at the next moment, her eyebrows began to twitch slightly.
“But then, we first assume a value called conformity, Λ. ΛA is the unnecessary amount of mana possessed by the template, ΛF is the amount of mana required for phase transformation, and ΛC is the degree to which the two elements conflict with each other...”
As Elrod’s interpretation continued, her eyes gradually widened.
“But a highly conforming spell is not necessarily guaranteed to have the correct template...”
“...”
“Huh? But this is a little strange.”
Elrod, who had been continuing his interpretation, suddenly tilted his head.
“What the formula on the board means is that every phenomenon has only one template and phase that created it...”
“...!”
“Isn’t that roughly what it means?”
When Elrod reached that point, someone beside him sharply drew in a breath.
“Huh?”
Eirin, who had been grinning to herself, stared at Elrod in shock.
“But why define it this way...? There must be spells that produce the same result even with different templates.”
Elrod had already become completely absorbed in the formula on the blackboard and continued tilting his head.
Scratch, scratch...
He wrote another formula in the remaining blank space.
[A(E)={(A,F)∈M / A∘F=E}]
In the silent classroom, Elrod busily moved the chalk and completed the formula.
“If we change the premise of seeking one complete phase into a method of seeking all possible phases... the equation becomes more complete.”
“...”
“I will call this the Multiple-Template Hypothesis.”
With a bright expression, he addressed Professor Moria beside him.
“Also, since there is no room left on the blackboard, I will omit the proof of this hypothesis for now.”
When he finished speaking, Elrod put down the chalk and looked around at everyone in the classroom.
“Yes, that is all.”
An odd silence filled the room again.
“Um... Can I return to my seat now?”
The moment Elrod asked Professor Moria that question while watching her expression...
“Student.”
“Yes?”
“What did you say your name was?”
Professor Moria suddenly addressed Elrod in a low voice.
“Elrod Durgel.”
The moment Elrod gave his name with a puzzled expression...
“Elrod Durgel.”
Professor Moria, unable to take her eyes off the blackboard, spoke with a grave expression.
“Can you really prove this equation?”
“As I said, there is no room left on the blackboard...”
“No, let me rephrase that.”
She changed her words and asked again.
“Do you know that what you just wrote directly denies the existing Conformity Theory?”
“Uh...”
At that sudden question, Elrod blinked for a while before speaking blankly.
“What is the Conformity Theory?”
The baton in Professor Moria’s hand began trembling.
“Professor Moria?”
Footnotes:
The line about having no room left on the blackboard echoes Fermat’s famous claim that his proof was too large for the page margin.
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