Disguised As A Teacher In Magic Academy

Chapter 1 - To the Imperial Capital (1)

Most parents recommend high-level jobs like 'doctors' and 'judges' when their children dream of their future jobs.

It was because of the high income jobs with all of them famous.

Or at least they would recommend a civil servant job, which is said to be a pretty good job with a stable income as well.

No parent wants their child to go through a difficult and exhausting path.

But it was very different in my case.

"My son, you must be a sorcerer."

"What?"

That's what my mother told me when I lost my father early and grew up with my unreliable younger sister.

Even though my family was not too short or poor, I still studied hard to become a doctor to earn money.

What my mother recommended to me, who had made such a meticulous plan toward the scientific path, was not the path of the liberal arts or even music and physical education, he said, but the path with a completely different level.

How should I say it? Is that theology?

"Oh, what are you saying?"

"You didn't hear me wrong, so I'll say it again. You must be a magician"

"But I don't want to."

My answer is firm.

I will not be a magician. Why do I suddenly have to be a magician?

My mother's eyebrows trembled once upon hearing my bold answer, then she spoke in a strong tone.

"You have a very high quality magician all kinds of powers take care of you. You have no other way but to become a sorcerer."

I was stunned to hear it.

The quality of the magician, he said. I have such talent, he said.

Other than his absurdity, I just didn't think of anything.

Afterwards, my mother mainly said things that she shouldn't have said to her son, like saying that I have unique qualities and that I am destined to suffer if I do not become a sorcerer and experience certain calamities.

What did I say at the time?

"Never, I don't want to."

"If you don't, you're going to have a major disaster one day. I'm saying this because I'm worried about you."

"If this is for me, you should support me on the path I want to walk!"

I remember saying that out loud and shutting myself in my room.

To be honest, I was really upset and upset. She could not praise her son, who had been planning his life since his young mob in high school, yet he had her give up everything and become a sorcerer?

Instead, those words encouraged me to study harder with a sense of challenge.

My mother kept bothering me and forcing me to do mystical things and even taught me strange sciences like myth, magic, and witchcraft.

But I didn't give up. The more he did, the more it aroused my anger as I acquired all kinds of rational knowledge to strengthen my brain.

After more than 10 years, when I grew up and became a member of the community, I died.

It was a car accident.

"That's really ridiculous."

Is that what my mom meant about having a disaster?

And even more surprising is something that happened after that…

I am still alive. To be exact, I once died, but then I was reborn.

I can't believe the afterlife exists. I thought everything my mother said was a lie, but who would have thought it was all true?

Stupidly, humans would not realize what they had not experienced directly, and I could bitterly taste it through the experience of death.

And what am I doing now?

"It will be put into class. Everyone, open your textbook. Continuing from last time, I will teach you how to draw a magic circle."

I am a Professor at the Magic Academy.

… How did this happen?

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Passing through every room in the long hallway.

Room 401.

Room 402.

Room 403.

'There it is.'

I checked the room number before I opened the door and went inside.

As I opened the door, I smelled a strong scent from the old trees.

The inside is not very fancy, but it has all the essentials.

"It's not bad."

I did not pack heavy luggage in my bag, so I just moved forward and sat lightly in my chair.

The seat is soft, probably because the train is luxurious.

Looking out the window, the vast view of the northern mountains was etched into my view.

The towering mountain peaks were covered in white snow, making them look like giants wearing white conical hats.

The train will soon enter through the cracks of the mountains.

'Now that I've come this far, can I be relieved?'

My name is Gerrard.

I used to be an ordinary person living on earth.

Of course, it was my past life, and I have died in a mysterious car accident.

The place where I woke up after I died like that was the world I was in now.

A mysterious world where magic and science coexist, completely different from Earth.

I'm enjoying my new second life here.

"I'm on a train to the Empire, so I'll rest until I get there."

Exileon Empire...

It was known as the largest and strongest country on the continent.

It was the cradle of his Magic Techniques, where magic and machines coexisted in a balanced manner, and it was a place where magicians and magic towers existed.

I was heading to the Empire on the train.

'Is the great city of Leathervelk a transit station in the middle of the journey?'

I checked the contents of the information pamphlet next to my seat after I pulled it out.

The final scheduled destination of the Magic Engineering train, which had just departed, was the capital of the Empire.

However, there cannot be a train that goes to the capital of a country directly from the borders of other countries.

It was the same even for a first-rate Magic Engineering train, which could only be ridden by qualified and wealthy people.

Naturally, there were two transit stations in the middle of the journey.

Leathervelk was the first, and could be seen as a city more famous than the capital in some ways.

Because it was the place where the Magic Academy of dreams of all would-be magicians existed.

just like that, so I opened my mouth.

"Yes. I wonder when this will end. I'm glad it ended sooner than I thought."

"It wasn't long before the Prince's faction gathered a large number of mercenaries and military forces from all over the country, yet they still lost. I'm glad it ended early."

"But there's no damage at all."

"really? I was late to introduce myself. I'm Ludger Chelyise."

Of course, the students gathered there consisted only of children with the best talent, and the professors who taught them were those who had been rigorously selected.

That means the man in front of me is one of them.

"You seem young, but your skills must be amazing."

"No. The public thinks I am tall. Actually, I passed the exam with a very thin score at the critical moment."

"I've heard that there are many people who fail because they still can't satisfy the Academy with their magic techniques. I think you should be pretty proud."

"Thank you for your assessment of me. Oh, rather than that, about the civil war in the Kingdom of Utah, have you heard the rumors?"

"What rumors?"

"They said that there was a leading figure in the civil war that led to the victory of the Princess faction."

"Hmm, leading figure, yes."

"But to my surprise, they said that he was not a skilled magician or a high-ranking knight, but rather a wandering mercenary."

A wandering mercenary who has contributed greatly to the victory of a country's civil war ...

It hasn't been revealed in the papers, but has it word of mouth been spread among people?

“Machiavelli Army Pay. That's his name."

"so"

I chimed in his words with a slightly apathetic tone.

"You're not too surprised, are you?"

"Haha. I think it's just a false rumor."

I've said that I don't know, but it's actually a lie.

I know the name "Mercenary Machiavelli" very well.

There's no way I don't know.

Because Machiavelli is…

The identity I used before Gerrard.