Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

16. An appointment contract, not a peace treaty!

“Three-year contract. Salary is twice the amount offered. Provide the best research facilities and living environment. No compulsory work other than one lecture per week. Ah, are you interested in making a contract with the Great Spirit? Bother you? Or how about a bad news?”

“A chair professorship is a basic requirement.”

“Oh, of course, of course. I’d recommend it as much as possible within my authority. Take a look at the academy’s treasure trove and you’ll be amazed. The holy sword from two generations ago is being used as a stake, gathering dust.”

The president, who had already drank two bottles of wine, was talking nonsense as if his tongue had started to work.

“Seo, chair professor! Hey, Baron Pedia. Please take another drink.”

The count also read the atmosphere around and has been pouring me a drink and flattering me. It’s like an annoying leech. He was good at counting stars.

“It is written rather than spoken. I would like to see the Academy’s standard employment contract.”

“hahahahaha, did you really think you would come? Come on, here you are!”

The president used an item box. A black hole formed in the air, and the president pushed his hand inside without hesitation.

When his hand came out, he was holding a scroll of fine parchment. The principal handed over the contract to me.

“Oh, the item box… Isn’t that a pretty high level magic?”

“hahahaha. It is a precious magic.”

Ignoring the conversation between the count and the president, I focused on the contents of the contract.

“It’s the standard. Edit whatever you don’t like….”

“The type of employment is full professor.”

“Well, let me be frank. Chair professors don’t have contracts.”

“No contract?”

“Casus Academy is a transcendent institution that does not belong to any country. I believe you know the reason why this premise holds.”

“Because I receive the protection of the goddess.”

“Yes. It is playing a role in raising those who already have the mark of a hero or blooming those with talent into heroes. It is only possible at our academy where the goddess is with us.”

The president gulped down a glass of wine. He put a third empty bottle down, but he showed no signs of getting drunk on him.

“Academy’s president, chair professor, and vice president are all appointed directly by the Goddess. That means I have no authority either.”

The system was understood. If you can arbitrarily appoint higher ranks, it will be a blink of an eye for factions to form and the academy to be taken over by a specific country or group.

“What are the conditions for becoming a chair professor?”

“Simple. You should have the skills. All the goddess wants from the academy is skills.”

“Does that mean you are the best professor on the continent?”

“hahahaha. I am the president, not a professor. You can teach, but your skills are inferior to chair professors. The talent the goddess saw in me was political power, not intellect.”

I see. It means that the most talented professors are not the president, but the four chair professors of the academy.

“How can I prove my skills?”

“There are several. One of the students taught by subject becomes a hero under the guidance, reaches a swordsman, reaches the 7th tier, becomes a saint, or proves an enormous feat through his research.”

It all didn’t sound easy.

“Or all of the dormitory students in charge graduate with the highest grades.”

“Is it a relative evaluation?”

“Absolutely.”

“Really.”

Let students who are in charge of everything from admission to graduation graduate at the highest level.

I remember about 20 to 30 jockeys entering a dormitory.

I thought this was worth doing.

Of course, I am someone who has never had a relationship with the teaching staff in my life. The only thing that knows the basics of magic and healing is the sword.

But for me.

‘Wiki.’

Because this is it.

There are enough students to gather at that Casus Academy. Wouldn’t it be possible for each of us to realize our potential if we provide one-on-one assistance with knowledge that is not accessible anywhere else on the continent?

It’s not even a competition. It’s just a story that only you have to work hard and get a good test score.

If you become a chair professor like that.

I can change the four cursed letters that have plagued me all my life.

Of course, I have no intention of accepting a deal just for the honey in front of me. That’s the mentality of a gambling addict.

All merchants must always weigh the scales.

First of all, I am not the teacher of the warriors that the President thinks. If the current hero is truly possessed, misunderstandings about the master can be resolved at any time.

Of course, even if that’s the case, the president won’t be able to do anything after the contract has already been signed. The means I use now are sufficient.

If the wiki level rises and you can search about the heroes now, I might be able to deal with the situation first.

Another risk.

The second princess was said to be among the students to be in charge. Her rector described her as her lungs, and even said that if she didn’t graduate properly, she would have her throat dropped by the Imperial Emperor.

Her second princess was a character in her original story, and I know what kind of person she and her emperor are.

You can say that the risk I will lose in case of failure is my life.

At the same time, the existence of the princess also lowers her chances of success.

I have already accomplished the goal I had when I first possessed this world.

Is it worth taking on a new challenge by risking your life right now with only four letters on your name tag?

The answer is fixed.

Of course not.

“… hahahaha.”

It’s a situation that doesn’t matter as much as nails, but for some reason, the faces of the three people came to mind clearly.

At that time, if I had been able to speak with the knight commander for even a minute because the letters on my name tag were different, would something have changed?

“I see.”

I realized that the judgment I made that I was not worth the challenge was a lie to myself.

I am tired of being discriminated against and ignored for no reason.

Let’s change it.

As long as you do it, with all your might.

“Count, give me the pen.”

“Ohhh, are you going to accept it?!”

“Review only.”

I read the thick contract, corrected many parts, added a few pages, and set it down in front of the president.

“If this is the case, let’s consider it.”

“Where, where……… Count, get out.”

“Yes?”

“Now.”

The Count, who was frightened when he saw the president’s serious expression, hurriedly left the drawing room.

The president continued reading the contract.

“It is not a skill that has been used once or twice. Are you adding these special terms? …… No, this is a bit too much. An employment contract. Not a peace treaty between nations!”

“Or I will decline.”

I said calmly. The principal laughed dejectedly.

“In a way, it’s fair. I didn’t even ask for a privilege in exchange for thoroughly removing the wrongful damage. Just one thing, except for this one.”

The president pointed out a special agreement.

“I mean the part where the title of baron and all chair professorships within the academy are granted immediately from the time of the contract. Do you know that this is blasphemy?”

“Let’s assume that you get an advance payment for three years. After all, even the goddess will acknowledge me then.”

“hahahaha, you are so confident. Let’s say I’m lying about you being appointed by the goddess. What do you think about name tags?”

“My badge is a four-skull slave trader. You see, with the chair professor and both of you, I can choose what to display.”

“Which of the two would choose a slave trader?”

“Now here I am.”

The president shook his head as if he was dumbfounded.

“I was looking for a shield, but it feels like I pulled out the scorching sword. Good! I don’t have time, and I’m not in a situation to argue.”

The president took out a short wand from the item box and used magic. The text of the contract I edited was neatly arranged and after applying anti-counterfeiting magic to prevent further modification, it was copied in two copies.

He then pulled out a large seal. It was a poomsae comparable to the imperial seal. When the contract was stamped without a separate seal, mana with its own color flowed and the academy’s pattern was engraved.

“It’s your turn, Baron.”

He handed me the contract. I also took out the seal from inside my clothes and lightly poured mana into it.

My heart was pounding after a long time.

I felt my brain and blood, which had been stopped for a while, excited again.

― Kung.

Without hesitation, he energetically signed the contract.

“Nice! One thing happened. See you in three weeks then. Don’t miss it because it’s the entrance exam for freshmen in the general section. Don’t lose this.”

The president got up from his seat, took a copy of the contract, and held out something like a plastic card to me.

I accepted it. It was a thin plate that glowed in a deep black color. I melted the jewel and drew a line through the center.

After finishing our business, we left the drawing room.

The Count was waiting right in front of me.

“Oh, are you going back already? If you don’t mind, get a treat for the day and go. Take a look at Yeongdo….”

“Yes, yes. What a good estate. You must never venture into the capital. This bowl is just right for you.”

The chancellor tapped the Count on the shoulder and turned his body as if he had no business with him anymore. Finally he added.

“Ah, Professor Pedia.”

The title he used to call me had already changed.

“Don’t worry about the goddess being capricious. She’s a tough girl, but fair. You will never be denied your skills.”

“Is that so?”

“If you have skills, you don’t even need faith. Incidentally, since I came out of the cradle, I have never used honorifics for the goddess.”

“You seem to have confidence.”

The president smiled cheerfully, baring his teeth at me.

“Ability is, of course, certain. Didn’t they still hire you to avoid the imperial sparks?”

I see.

It was a short time, but he was an impressive man.

***

After a while, the demon castle.

No. Exactly where the demon castle was.

“General, I finished cooking breakfast.”

“Leave it.”

Three cooks brought three servings of food on a tray with blindfolds tightly wrapped around their eyes. In front of him was a slender woman looking at the site of the demon castle in the distance.

A silver-haired woman with a nameplate titled “Sword Saint Aisha” Was watching a fierce battle from a distance.

No, that battle was more intense and terrifying than any other war.

As ordered, the cooks put down the trays and turned around to go back to the other side.

“Watch your step. I can’t see any.”

“I still can’t get used to seeing anyone but the general being banned from such a distance.”

“The sound of explosions that have been heard for a month are all warriors, right? Why are you fighting?”

“Isn’t that for political reasons? It was a natural step for the human world alliance to disintegrate if the demon king was subdued, so maybe they were trying to exclude the enemy’s hero in advance. Everyone is so strong, it must be that no decision has been made yet.”

“The cost of saving the continent by giving one’s life is a political weapon. It’s a miserable and miserable life.”

After the knights left, Sword Saint Aisha took the tray.

‘It’s me who is pitiful, damn it.’

Aisha swears inwardly as she walks towards her warriors. As the roar grew, fragments of the ground dug in the aftermath of the battle flew and hit her in the head.

‘Now that the subjugation is over, I want to retire from the beggarly army, get a hefty reward, go home and have a good night’s sleep, and take a good-looking guy to eat.’

Aisha approached her and placed a tray on the floor. The three warriors in front of her still seemed unwilling to stop.

‘Why didn’t you go home and got into a fight with each other? Why! Why!! Do you think some of the troops are stranded! Am i a babysitter? I can’t even think of returning without a hero!’

Kangkangkang!

Aisha pounded her shield with the handle of her sword, making a loud noise.

“Lucas! Come and eat!”

“Is it that time already?”

Luca, who was swinging his sword and splitting the ground, flew in in an instant and picked up two sandwiches from the tray and shoved them into his mouth.

“Thank you, Aisha!”

“I will eat well! Thank you every day!”

After that, Tia and Yuri also pick up the sandwiches. They each stuff it into their mouths and point their weapons at each other again.

“Oh, roasted wildbore.”

“Delicious.”

“I love the yuzu sauce!”

Contrary to the clear-talking atmosphere, auras are splashed from the sword, 6th tier magic is rampant, and a huge crater is created with a single fist.

‘Send me home….’

Sword Saint Aisha.

Officially, there are only three sword masters on the continent—a sword saint, a legendary being called the Three Swords, and a general in the Imperial Army.

And now she was regretting to the limit what had happened 13 years ago, when she took on the role of a hero girl named Lucas.