Disguised As A Teacher In Magic Academy

Chapter 46 - Nightcrawler/Night explorer (2)

There was a thief who had created chaos throughout the continent.

He was so mysterious that no one had ever seen his true face because he was blurred as if surrounded by the darkness of the night, and his movements were incomprehensible.

He was a person who easily penetrated heavy security measures wherever he wanted and took out valuable items without leaving a trace, causing many rich people to shed tears and anger.

The thief, Arsene Lupin.

'Don't tell that thief... No, it's impossible. It's been a few years since he stopped working, but he's moving again now?'

However the method he had used still troubled his mind.

Even if it wasn't him, he couldn't deny the possibility of the intruder being an acquaintance, accomplice, or disciple.

"Lloyd."

"Yes, Captain."

"Is there anything else unusual going on at Leathervelk?"

"Oh, well, there's one thing."

"What's that?"

"One of the abandoned factories burned to the ground; it was also the same day that Belfort died."

"So there."

What happened at the abandoned factory that had been burned?

Even the location is a remote place that people no longer visit.

"Let's go."

***

The case of the werewolves wreaking havoc in Soren and Leathervevelk ended with the death of the evil millionaire.

I lay sick in bed in my accommodation room.

'Uurghs. If I knew this would happen, I would have prepared more before I left. I'm glad I didn't have to teach any classes today; otherwise, I would have gotten in big trouble.'

Instead of a sore body, my spinning head and the next migraine were the most painful for me.

I took out three pills and poured them into my mouth while lying on the bed.

chewing chewing.

Others may think the pill is like a headache medicine or a painkiller, but I actually chew on which pill refills which one.

Usually, if one were to recover their mana, they would usually recover their mana automatically over time or drink the mana potion.

But because pharmacology has evolved…

It became possible to grind mana recovery pills into powder and take them in water or mix the starch like I have and turn them into pills.

Powders and pills are easier to store and carry than to carry around in the form of herbs.

In other words, it was a world that considered pills that recovered mana not very good.

The difference is only in how the same drug has the best effect.

Therefore, what is important in pharmacology is how well the efficiency shown by its content is compared to others.

Affects…

Risking…

And efficiency.

Combining these three factors, the drug can be judged from the best level, which is 1, to the lowest level, which is 10.

The pill I took was my own original recovery pill.

It was a pill that maximized its effectiveness by slightly increasing its risk due to my 'body type.

I thought the pill might have quite a high rank, and I chewed on the pill rather than rice.

'It's a problem because I use too much of my energy. I always won my fights quickly, but who knew that she would become a black magician who changed her body in that way?'

Brother insects…

Because of the older brother, Veron, I was given no choice but to use 'real magic', not this world magic.

It was magic that combined occult and mythological knowledge in the world I used to live in, not magic techniques or knowledge from this world.

The problem was that the magic side effects were no joke.

Taking medicine that replenishes mana on a regular basis is also something I should experience since I have learned that magic.

[━━━━━]

The voice…

The voice that kept bothering me slowly faded and then disappeared.

That voice could only be suppressed by using mana, so I had become the one to consume mana just by breathing.

Therefore, I need to replace the mana deficiency periodically.

"It's a little better."

I was immersed in a different kind of mind when my headache went away…

The werewolf case back then could be resolved after I stepped in.

I had burned everything without a trace, so they were unable to find any evidence of werewolf trials.

The only problem was that there were witnesses at the scene.

'Aidan.'

—New student who prevented me from killing werewolves.

—A person with a sympathetic impression along with brown hair that is not too prominent.

But the biggest thing about him is his personality.

His act of risking himself and throwing his own body into danger to protect his friend or standing alone without knowing that he was in danger was a rare sight, even in Soen.

Yep.

If I had to define her, she was like the main character in an anime or novel.

In the case of the students who took my class, I remembered everything, and the Aiden I remembered was an exemplary student who focused on my class with eyes shining more than anyone else.

Unlike other people, who study magic as if they were being chased by something, he is the type of hardworking person who enters Soen purely because he likes magic and enjoys it.

Such a person had witnessed the secrets of the werewolves.

If it is a game, I think the title [Chapter 1. The Werewolf Clown] will instantly pop into my mind.

'He may be suspicious of me for killing a werewolf beyond his will there.'

Fortunately, Leo and Tessie Friend, who were with him, were unaware of it.

If Aidan told them, it would be a different story.

How can a freshman get caught up in such an incident and get close to the truth?

He did not intend to get caught up in it, but the situation had become so chaotic that it had become like that.

I put my hand on my forehead and combed my hair back.

'If it becomes like this ...'

There is one method that comes to my mind.

'Should I kill him?'