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Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Professor

Translator: Touch

Editor: Grass

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Chapter 83: Zone 4 Disciplinary Enforcers (2)

I walked through the ruined building. Much had changed thanks to the destruction—chiefly, the way the Disciplinary Enforcers treated me. And so, I too adjusted my attitude.

“I am Senior Professor Dante Hiakapo of the Assassin Department. I came to inquire about the fissures in Zone 4, yet you all utterly refused to process my inquiry.”

“T-The Assassin Department…?!”

Fear washed over their faces the moment I identified myself. I had intentionally kept it a secret until now because I was curious how they treated ordinary civilians.

“The fissures will break open sometime during the night, before dawn. We must resolve the situation before then. So from now on, you will cooperate with me. If anyone has objections, speak now.”

Nobody raised an objection.

As my head cooled down a bit, I surprised myself. Among Dante’s memories that had synchronized with mine, there were quite a few about the Disciplinary Enforcers. Was the original Dante an enforcer himself? Whatever the case, it was a fortunate coincidence since I could use these memories to my advantage.

“You, on the left. Go print the daily patrol logs and bring them here. All logs from the past four weeks, starting from the day of the assassination war.”

“Ah…”

The officer’s face went pale, as if guilt had suddenly caught up to him.

“If you tamper with or manipulate the logs, I will kill you with my own hands. Understood?”

“Y-Yes…”

He quickly ran off toward the back rooms.

“You in the middle. Where’s the officer in charge here?”

The man fumbled for his crystal ball to make a call. Meanwhile, the last officer explained that it was “tradition” for the supervisor to only show up in special cases.

“Do you really think that makes any sense?” I growled.

He fell silent.

In other words, the enforcers were left to work irresponsibly without supervision.

“Go bring me the officer in charge.”

“Ah! Th-The thing is… um… the supervisor is currently, uh… celebrating his wedding anniversary…”

His wedding anniversary?

As the officers fumbled with their excuses, the one on the right hesitantly asked, “So could we just… proceed on our own…?”

“That’s not going to happen,” I said flatly.

“If there are multiple fissures, we could… we could just call the emergency unit for help…”

“Not on my watch.”

There was no way I was going to let this slide.

The officers’ expressions hardened.

“B-But…!”

“You aren’t competent enough to take responsibility for this situation.”

They flinched.

“If his wedding anniversary was more important than his duty, then the supervising officer should’ve had someone cover his shift. And if ‘tradition’ stopped him from doing so, then it’s a tradition we must destroy.”

There was no reason for me not to call in the disciplinary officer in charge.

“Also,” I added, fixing my eyes on the man, “what makes you think you can negotiate with me?”

He shuddered under my gaze, frozen in place.

“Learn your place.”

My voice came out more oppressive than intended, but sometimes pressure was necessary to get things done.

Then the officer, fiddling with his device, quickly spoke.

“I-I’ll make the call immediately…!”

But I already knew calling him was just a stalling tactic—a way to buy time. How did I know? Because of the textbox. It showed me exactly where the supervisor was and what he was doing.

“Officer,” I called, halting him before he dialed.

“Y-Yes…?”

“Where is the supervisor?”

“Ah, as my colleague mentioned… today is his wedding anniversary… So he’s probably having dinner with his wife…”

“Where is the supervisor?” I repeated with a growl.

“With his wife at a restaurant… or… or at a bar…”

“Where. Is. He?”

“Um…”

“Where?”

“…”

“Why are you lying?” I snapped.

The man’s crystal ball slipped from his fingers onto the floor with a soft thud. He appeared surprised by the sound. His fingertips were trembling like a dry leaf in the autumn wind.

The wedding anniversary had been a lie.

They say that the magistrate of a small town wields absolute power in their domain. Well, it was the same here. The supervising officer didn’t even show up for work today. It seemed like it was common for him to slap an “out on field duty” tag next to his name on the board and go out to enjoy himself.

He had the connections to make it happen. And today, it looks like he's out drinking.

I walked closer to the officer and stared down at him. He averted his eyes, unable to meet my gaze.

“So you still don’t respect me—even now.”

He said nothing.

“If you don’t respect me, why should I respect you?”

Still nothing.

“Be careful. I’m losing my patience.”

Trembling, the man bent down and tried to retrieve the crystal ball to contact his superior.

But that was no longer needed, so I knocked the device out of his hand.

Clunk—

The crystal ball slipped out of his hand again and rolled toward me, stopping when it hit my shoe.

I then stepped on it.

Crack—

The glass bead shattered under my weight.

The officer trembled in fear but did not resist.

“You.”

“Ah, yes…!”

I called out to the other officer standing with us. If I wanted to, this situation could be handled smoothly. It could be resolved quickly by requesting backup from headquarters and addressing the fissures. There was ample time to prevent a monster breach.

But I felt it shouldn’t be resolved so easily.

The Disciplinary Enforcers were there to uphold discipline and enforce order. But in their view, the academy and the safety of its residents were often overlooked.

Therefore…

“Call the main office of the Disciplinary Enforcers.”

“T-The main office…? Yes, of course! For what reason, if I may ask…?”

So now they were willing to follow my orders.

“For an audit.”

The faces of the two officers turned pale.

“Tell them that Senior Professor Dante Hiakapo requests an audit of the entire Zone 4 Disciplinary Division. That will be enough for them to understand.”

* * *

Living an easy and chill life—that was something most people dreamed of.

And if there was anyone who had fulfilled that dream, he believed it was himself.

“Hello?”

Five minutes after Dante Hiakapo destroyed the airport’s disciplinary office, Supervising Officer Dennis received a call.

“Yes, sir.”

Dennis normally turned off all alerts when he was out drinking, but this was a number from an executive at the main office—someone he couldn’t ignore.

“An audit? Whatever for, sir? Hahaha.”

At first, he thought it was a joke. The alcohol had him in a good mood, and his friendly superior often played cheeky pranks like this.

But the voice on the other side of the call was... different.

“…Pardon?”

“Oi, Dennis!!”

The crystal ball trembled with the force of a piercing voice.

“Snap out of it, you bastard!!”

Dennis felt his stomach drop. In over twenty years of knowing his superior, he had never heard the man raise his voice in anger.

“Wha… What’s the matter?”

“Your Disciplinary Division is about to undergo a surprise audit, you dumbass!!”

The alcohol-induced tipsiness instantly vanished. His mind cleared in an instant.

A surprise audit? Out of nowhere?

Was this just a drunken illusion? The angry voice certainly didn’t sound like one, though.

“Where are you right now? Why did you abandon your post?”

As questions poured in, Dennis scrambled.

“What is this surprise audit for? Why now?!”

“A professor demanded it at the main office!”

“Wha— What does that even mean?! How can a professor ask for an audit? Who the hell is this professor?!”

“Go find that out yourself, you bastard! I’m not going to wipe your ass for you!”

“This… this can’t—A-Anyway, thank you for the information…!”

It made no sense. A mere professor shouldn’t have the authority to order an audit.

The Disciplinary Enforcers belonged to the state, not the academy.

Dennis rushed out of the bar and immediately called one of the officers on duty.

He needed to find out what was going on.

“It’s a professor from the Assassin Department… Dante Hiakapo.”

The officer whispered, clearly because this “Dante Hiakapo” was still nearby.

Dennis pressed the device closer to his ear, in disbelief.

“The Assassin Department? Why is someone from Zone 0 here…? Or rather, what kind of professor is he?”

“He says he’s a senior professor.”

“What?!”

Dennis let out an incredulous sigh.

A senior professor?

He personally knew over thirty senior professors. He was also in contact with two chief professors.

But a mere senior professor demanding an audit?

How dare he!

“Hey, Mark. You aren’t messing with me, are you?”

“Pardon?”

“What kind of senior professor manages to demand an audit?!”

“Ah… well…”

The voice on the other end faltered.

Are these punks all teaming up to prank me or something?

“No, forget it! Whatever it is, I’m on my way. Wait for me!”

Who dared storm a disciplinary office, insult it, and call for the supervising officer?

Dennis vowed to crush this “Dante Hiakapo” personally.

But the moment he arrived, his jaw hit the floor.

What awaited him was a building in ruins.

That was when he realized the situation was already beyond his control.

Any professor was powerful enough to destroy a small office building—but this… this was different. Something felt wrong. His gut told him this was no ordinary incident.

“Hello… it’s me.”

With doubts swirling in his head, Dennis immediately made another call.

I hated people who abused their authority.

People who pushed others down by exploiting their lofty and fortified positions for selfish reasons... I’ve always hated them throughout my life.

But now…

“Is this everything? The patrol results say that everything was normal? Are you serious?”

I reviewed the patrol logs from the past four weeks. According to the documents, the officers had conducted daily patrols and hadn’t found a single issue.

The officer in front of me kept his head down. He was likely embarrassed by the situation and knew the documents were completely wrong.

“When you transplant healthy flowers into a greenhouse, some of them slowly wither and die. That’s what’s happening here.”

Zone 4 had remained mostly untouched during the assassination war with Kreutz. It had become the academy’s untouched greenhouse.

I shook my head in disapproval.

Just then, an officer came jogging toward us from a distance. He was pudgy, his face brimming with entitlement.

“…How ridiculous.”

He froze when he saw the destroyed building.

Clenching his teeth, he shouted at me.

“Hey, you there! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Let me ask some questions first. Why did the supervising officer abandon his post during working hours?”

“Before you nitpick my mistakes, shouldn’t you explain this mess first, Professor?! This isn’t right…!”

The conversation was taking a strange turn.

“…Your mistakes?”

“Listen here! I heard you’re a promising professor in the Assassin Department. But this is an abuse of power! Are you trying to create a situation you can’t handle?”

“I don't know what you told my superiors, but you’re going too far! Professors and Disciplinary Enforcers should each do their best in their own roles. But to destroy our office just because you’re in a bad mood? Do you think the Disciplinary Enforcers are pushovers just because you’re a bit strong?”

I stayed silent, busy reading the textbox.

From the moment we met, his long-winded sentences had one purpose: to stall. He was buying time for the emergency team from the main office to arrive, under the illusion that higher authorities would put me in my place.

He appeared to believe that reaching out to top authorities would put me in line.

As for me, there was no need to respond, so I simply listened quietly.

“…And what fissures are you talking about anyway? Look at the patrol logs. We've checked all areas and found no fissures! Also, don’t you know that it’s impossible for fissures to appear where the 「Peaceful Star☮」’s stigma reaches?”

But with that statement, he crossed a line.

“So cut it ou—”

“Can you take responsibility?” I asked, cutting him off.

“…What?”

“Can you take responsibility for claiming there are no fissures?”

“Of course I can! I’m in charge of this division! There’s never been a fissure in the domain of the 「Peaceful Star☮」! You should know better than that as a professor!”

This guy still has no fucking clue what he’s talking about.

Among the fissures scattered across Zone 4…

“There’s one right here,” I said calmly.

It was directly beneath his left foot.

＊ Monster Fissure [B++] [90%]

As I checked its status, I noticed it was different from the fissures I’d seen earlier in the day. This one seemed ready to burst open at any moment.

But the supervising officer only scowled.

“…That’s impossible! You’re not seriously claiming that crack in the floor is a fissure, are you? It probably formed when you destroyed the building!”

I quickly got up from my chair and moved toward him. When I was close enough, I looked down at the man. The officer stayed firm and didn’t step back, trying to seem as confident as possible.

Let’s see how long he can keep up that facade…

“Then try opening it,” I ordered.

He flinched. His brows knit together as he met my gaze. 

I nodded toward the crack spreading along the floor.

“You should know how to open a fissure. You’re a combatant too.”

“So open it. Place your hand on it and infuse it with magic.”

He stayed silent.

He genuinely thought it couldn’t be a fissure, but my confidence was throwing him off.

“If you’re not sure where it is, I'll show you. Right here.”

Skrrrr…

I scratched at the crack on the floor with my sword.

“Touch it and infuse it with mana.”

He remained silent, frozen in place.

Something dangerous could leap out of a fissure if it were opened carelessly.

And the first person to be attacked would be the one who opened it. Every combatant knew that.

“Why aren’t you doing anything? I just showed you where it is.”

Still, no response.

“Have you forgotten how to crouch down? Shall I help you get to the floor?”

“W-Wait a—”

As I gripped the handle of my sword, the invisible colossus’s hand emerged and slammed the officer down.

“Argh…!”

He struggled, limbs thrashing, but he couldn’t escape the giant’s grasp.

The other officers stared in horror, yet none dared step forward to help.

“Here. It’s right in front of you now.”

“Go ahead and open it.”

The uncertainty in his expression deepened, now edged with fear.

He refused to look at the crack, keeping his body rigid as if hoping stillness would protect him.

“Still resisting, I see. I showed you where it is. I taught you how to crouch. Do I also need to teach you how to extend your hand?”

“W-Wait… Wait a moment…”

“Fine. Since I’m such a generous professor, I’ll teach you that too.”

Shhhlrk—

I unsheathed my sword and drove the blade into the back of his hand.

“Aaargh!!”

He shrieked in agony.

With the blade buried in his flesh, I dragged his bleeding hand toward the fissure. Even as it moved against his will, the officer kept resisting, trying to wrench it away.

“Why are you resisting?”

“Ugh…! Ack!”

“Oh, is it hard to straighten your arm? Should I teach you that as well?”

“Ah, ah… Um, wait just a—”

As he stammered, grasping for more time, I found myself wondering.

What exactly could this man take responsibility for today?

I kept thinking and thinking, but nothing came to mind.

So…

“Didn’t you say you’d take responsibility?”

I didn't think this punishment was very severe. His laziness and incompetence could have caused dozens of deaths, even putting Gray’s life in danger. The fact that I hadn't killed him already showed my generous nature.

With that in mind, I lowered my voice.

“So go on,” I growled. “Open it.”

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