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Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 93: I Got Caught With My Mistress.
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“I can glimpse the future.”
It was a loaded statement.
The headmaster’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.
“Have you ever heard of a prophet?”
“A prophet...?”
I smiled with my mask half removed.
Why had I suddenly taken off my mask?
I just thought it would look convincing if I took it off around now.
Showing a little of your face when delivering an important line was basically a universal rule.
“That’s right. A prophet.”
I gave a mysterious but restrained smile.
I crossed my legs without being intimidated by the old man’s presence in the slightest.
Maybe my little performance had worked, because the headmaster remained seated in silence.
It didn’t look like he intended to flip the desk and subdue me right away.
He seemed willing to hear what I had to say first.
“Student Viktor. Glimpsing the future means...”
“Exactly what it sounds like, Headmaster.”
“...”
“In more familiar terms, you could call it [Foresight].”
“Are you saying that foresight chose you?”
“That’s right.”
“...Those blessed with foresight died out two hundred years ago. Saint Sendir was the last.”
“That’s right. And now one has appeared after two hundred years.”
“Hmm...”
Thankfully, the old man didn’t show any hostility.
Still, his reaction was somewhat dubious.
‘It must be sudden.’
Only a few minutes had passed since I confessed that I was the culprit behind the unauthorized conquest of the seventieth floor.
Now I was calling myself a prophet who could see the future. Of course it sounded absurd.
Valter narrowed his eyes.
Regardless, I continued.
“You must have felt it all along. That there’s something unusual about me.”
How could I make him believe me?
I’d heard that words were inherently light, so you had to weigh them down with actions to keep them from flying away.
In other words, if the weight of your past actions was enough, people would trust your words in any situation.
“Think back.”
No one could deny what had really happened.
I went over each of my past accomplishments.
I spoke of the extraordinary things I had done.
“Hasn’t there been far too much?”
I entered the academy with overall E-rank stats.
Yet I’d achieved countless feats.
In just three months, I dominated the entire first-year cohort.
I survived an encounter with an Apostle of the Evil God during practical training.
I even used Javert to arrest the traitor hidden within the academy.
On top of that, I soloed the Master of Purgatory’s seventieth floor, a floor that had remained unconquered for ages, and cut it in half.
‘Looking at it this way, I really am insane.’
And that was only the trouble I’d caused inside the academy.
It was an impressive trail for an ordinary student to leave behind.
Then I pointed out the contradictions in everything that had happened.
“It doesn’t make sense, does it? Just look at the traitor’s arrest.”
“...”
“I happened to get caught up in a training accident, luckily survived because the Apostle retreated, somehow learned that Professor Glinbert was the mastermind behind it all, happened to obtain evidence against him, and then it all happened to lead to the traitor’s arrest...”
A novel would get torn apart for writing something like that.
The old man remained silent.
‘Until now, he had no choice but to accept it somehow.’
Even if he denied coincidence, there was no other explanation.
Nor could he simply threaten me and demand to know what I was hiding.
All he could do was keep a close eye on me.
No matter how forced it sounded, what else could explain it besides coincidence?
‘At times like this... you offer one little hypothesis.’
The hypothesis that I was a prophet.
That one possibility resolved most of the questions that had made no sense.
It let me answer the question, ‘How did you do it?’ with, ‘Because I already knew.’
“I knew everything. I stopped all of it.”
The story fit together perfectly.
It was true that I knew the future, and true that I had resolved those incidents based on that knowledge.
The only thing I lied about was how I came to know the future.
‘Because I knew the future after possessing this body, not because I was a prophet...’
A neatly tied bundle of truths.
Among them, I tucked a carefully arranged flower of a lie.
Anyone listening would have no choice but to think, ‘Huh? Is that it?’
“...”
Valter was silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.
Soon, the old man asked quietly.
“Then the power you wield...”
“That too is related to the future. Please understand that I can’t explain the details due to certain circumstances.”
It was a lie, of course.
Anyway, the headmaster finally seemed ready to listen.
I set my gaze as solemnly as possible and spoke.
“In the not-too-distant future, the world will walk the path to ruin.”
“Ruin...?”
“The apocalypse will come to pass. The continent will become a sea of fire, and humanity will be exterminated. Nightmares will roam the night sky, apostles called by the Evil God will awaken, and bloodthirsty vampires will rule the world.”
“No, that...”
“To twist that tragedy away from its course, I came to this academy.”
The air turned cold.
My gaze didn’t waver in the slightest.
The old man’s expression became grave as he met my eyes with a low, troubled hum.
“Do you have any way to prove this?”
“Well, I can’t control the ability. I don’t see the future I want to see. Random fragments of scenes simply enter my mind.”
“Then there’s no way to verify it...”
“That’s fine. You don’t have to believe me yet.”
I said that, but his reaction showed that he was already half convinced.
If I thought he was someone this wouldn’t work on, I wouldn’t have attempted such a bold gamble in the first place.
The old man’s eyes were full of doubt.
I gave him a convincing smile.
“I’ll make it so you have no choice but to believe me.”
“How...?”
“You’ll know when the time comes.”
“...”
Valter’s expression grew extremely complicated.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.
“Then... there must be a reason you revealed all this to me so suddenly.”
“That’s right. There’s one thing I’d like to ask of you.”
“A request.”
“Of course, I’m not asking you to simply grant it.”
I grinned.
“After the traitor’s arrest, the academy said it would give me one reward of my choosing.”
“Yes, it did.”
“This is my request.”
“What is it...?”
“Resume the conquest of Purgatory.”
“...What?”
Maybe because it was such an unexpected request, the headmaster looked completely stunned.
“I didn’t hunt the Master of the seventieth floor because I was bored. I acted because it was unavoidable if I wanted to prevent the tragedy that was meant to come.”
Purgatory had to be conquered.
For now, the monsters were trapped underground.
That wouldn’t last.
The moment the final calamity began, the monsters would surge upward and break through the ground.
The floors from seventy-one through one hundred remained unconquered.
The monsters on those floors would come flooding out all at once.
If we didn’t conquer them in advance, we wouldn’t be able to handle what came later.
‘Especially the hundredth floor... its Master is more troublesome than most calamities.’
We needed to prepare.
With Grandia Academy’s faculty helping, the process would become much easier.
The conquest had been halted at the wall of the seventieth floor, but that was over a hundred years ago.
‘The academy’s current strength is enough.’
Javert and Valter.
Those two alone could sweep through the ordinary floors.
The problem would be the special floors every ten levels, where a [Master] was stationed.
I didn’t think we would fail to conquer them, but it was the kind of environment where casualties could happen at any time.
“Don’t worry. I intend to conquer the eightieth, ninetieth, and hundredth floors myself.”
“If Purgatory isn’t conquered, the monsters inside will flood out...”
“It’s a terrible story.”
“No, more importantly, you’re saying you’ll conquer the special floors alone?”
“It’s fine. They won’t be particularly difficult conquests.”
“That’s impossible. It’s too heavy a burden for a student to carry alone...”
“Didn’t you already see it? What became of the Master of Purgatory’s seventieth floor.”
Tap.
I slowly pulled my mask back over my face.
Then I let out a faint killing intent and wrapped myself in just enough pressure.
“I’ll handle everything, so leave the ordinary floors to the faculty.”
I spoke as if I were making a sacrifice, but I had another purpose.
The rewards gained from hunting Purgatory’s Masters.
I intended to take every last one for myself.
It was nice that it would keep the faculty from dying, too.
Besides, if we moved together for no reason, dividing the rewards would only become a hassle.
“Of course, given the nature of this matter, you can’t start immediately.”
“That’s true. We need to prepare in many ways...”
If we waited, it would take around two weeks.
The timing should be right after we returned from the school trip.
Valter rubbed his brow, then nodded as though he had made up his mind.
“...All right. I’ll accept this request.”
“You accepted more easily than I expected.”
“It was something I had been considering already. The great wall that was the seventieth floor has been conquered, so I thought it might be time to move forward. But with the culprit behind the unauthorized conquest still unknown, I planned to postpone it. If we send a raid party, it’s best to reduce as many variables as possible.”
“Now that I’ve been identified as the culprit, there’s nothing holding you back.”
“That’s right.”
Good.
The deal had gone through smoothly.
As I smiled to myself, the old man’s next words suddenly tugged at my sleeve.
“Javert.”
“Hm?”
“What do you intend to do with that child...?”
“What do you mean?”
“I ask because it seems you have many plans in motion. Out of all the faculty members, you specifically wished to become her personal teaching assistant. That must mean you have some ulterior motive.”
It was a sharp observation.
Was this the heart of a father concerned for his daughter?
Valter’s presence was calm, yet he looked more dangerous than ever.
“I have no intention of harming her. As I said before, I only desire peace.”
“Back when I was active, every bastard who said that was a swindler.”
“For the first time, you’ll meet someone who speaks the truth.”
“...”
It was an answer so shameless it was like having thirty-six hundred layers of steel plating on my face.
The old man glared at me for a moment before speaking with a faint sigh.
“Please take good care of that child.”
“...”
“As her personal teaching assistant... for now, Student Viktor is the one closest to her.”
“You worry a lot. You must care deeply for the Chief Investigator.”
“Who knows.”
The old man’s expression darkened.
His eyes looked somehow faded.
“It’s my fault that Javert became so cold.”
“...”
It was a meaningful statement.
A sensitive family matter.
I didn’t ask any further questions.
Instead, I casually changed the subject with another request.
“By the way... you must keep my identity secret.”
It was about time to start preparing.
Javert would take her own life in the future.
I needed a way to prevent that future.
“And concerning the unauthorized conquest, Headmaster...”
“I understand. I’ll tell the faculty not to investigate the matter any further.”
“No, the opposite.”
“What?”
“Tell them to pursue it even harder. Especially Chief Investigator Javert.”
“What does that...?”
“And when they find the culprit behind the conquest...”
I smiled.
Though my mask meant that smile wouldn’t have shown.
“Add an order to execute the culprit on sight.”
The old man’s eyes shook.
* * *
After finishing that short but intense private meeting, I returned to the classroom humming to myself.
Maybe it was because everything had gone exactly according to plan.
I felt good.
“Ahem.”
Just as I opened the classroom door, someone blocked my path.
Had she been waiting nearby the whole time for me to appear?
Startled, I looked down at the hand gripping my sleeve.
“Um...?”
“Top student of Class E.”
It was an unexpected face.
She had the air of a doll carved from ice.
Eyes that seemed trapped in winter, long blue hair flowing down her back, and flawless skin without a single blemish.
She was the top student of Class A and, until a few days ago, had been called the strongest first-year student.
At the same time, she was the one who had suffered a crushing defeat at my hands during the last practical examination.
‘Rin Glacia.’
She looked up at me.
Before I could react, Rin stepped closer, right into my arms.
“Huh? Lady Glacia...?”
“You. Come to Class A.”
“What?”
“I like you.”
“What?”
Step. Step.
She moved closer without warning or explanation, closing the distance.
She was pressing against me enough to make me uncomfortable.
Why was she suddenly acting like this?
Did she eat something bad?
Countless thoughts flashed through my head.
“Daddy...?”
Then an even bigger problem appeared.
“Daddy? Who’s that lady...?”
My daughter, not actually my daughter, had been waiting in the classroom and come out to meet me just in time to witness the scene.
Lua looked back and forth between Rin and me before her eyes filled with tears.
She looked exactly like a little daughter who had caught her father meeting his mistress.
“Miss Lua! Why did you suddenly stop...?”
“Huh? Boss...?”
The Class E students who had followed her out stood frozen behind her.
The little girl looked at me with heartbreaking eyes.
“Daddy...”
“Miss Lua.”
“Are you going to, going to abandon Lua and Mommy...?”
“It’s not like that...”
This had suddenly turned into a daytime soap opera.
I could only rub my brow.
‘Fuck.’
Why did this keep happening?
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