Raising a Wolf in the Academy

‘What did I just say…’
Liannis’s eyes were filled with bewilderment.
‘A lover? That professor?’
She wondered if Aisha might be joking, but…
“Sniff, sob…”
Would someone crying so pitifully have the energy left to joke?
While the truthfulness of the statement just now was unknown, Liannis judged that at the very least, she was accepting it as fact.
Quickly composing her expression, she prepared to comfort her friend.
“It’s just you and me here, so speak comfortably. Why do you think the professor has found a lover?”
After naturally setting the stage for her friend to open up, she quietly listened to her words.
Hoping that in this process, she would gather her emotions and escape from sadness.

“W-well…”
Encouraged by this, Aisha told everything she had seen.
The professor’s excited expression these past few days.
“I see.”
The hair stuck to the floor and clothes.
“…I see.”
And… even the teeth marks on his nape.
“…..”
By the time Aisha finished speaking, Liannis’s expression had completely hardened.
“Liannis… are you okay?”
To the point where the person who had been crying with tears streaming down until just now was instead expressing concern.
In fact, until she brought her to the room, Liannis had thought it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Due to Aisha’s fragile personality, it must surely be an incident caused by not resolving a minor misunderstanding in time.
She thought she could just correct the misunderstanding.
But.
The reality was not so.
If everything just said was true, the professor might really have found a lover.
‘Teeth marks… on the nape…’
When she heard that the professor had seemed excited these past few days, she was a bit puzzled.
Even when she heard about seeing long hair on the professor’s clothes and in his office, she still thought,
‘People can smile when something good happens, and the hair might have gotten stuck while teaching other students.’
But instead of conveying this thought directly, she chose to listen quietly.
She thought Aisha must know what she knew as well.
As expected, the real problem came next.
The teeth marks on the nape.
A mark clearly left by someone with a definite purpose.
‘Is there a possibility he was subjected to it unwillingly… No.’
Since the professor reportedly said it was ‘proof that I am loved’, it probably wasn’t forcibly inflicted.
Therefore, it would be reasonable to think that the professor now has a lover.
A lover with considerable possessiveness… and desire to show off.
“…Aisha.”
Having reached this point in her thoughts, she called her friend’s name, whose sniffling seemed to have subsided a bit.
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“Thank you, Liannis… I feel a bit better thanks to you…”
“I’m glad to hear that. Take care on your way back.”
Although occasional sniffling could still be heard, she saw off her friend who had clearly improved from before.
-Plop
Returning to her room, she threw herself onto the bed.
“Ha, shit… I’ve gone crazy.”
While roughly running her hand through her blue hair, coarse words escaped her mouth.
If someone who knew her usual self saw this, they might suspect she was a doppelganger who only copied her outward appearance.
Of course, she wasn’t a doppelganger or anything, but the real Liannis.
It’s just…
She found herself in a situation where she had to ask the professor she would continue to face whether he had someone he was dating.
“Why did I say such a thing…”
To be frank, she got carried away by the mood.
Although they’re friends in private places, they’re still in an assistant-student relationship.
In situations like the professor’s absence, Aisha is inevitably the person she seeks out most.
Thinking ‘I’ve only received help usually, but this time I can help in return?’, she made an overreach.
Saying ‘I’ll ask on your behalf tomorrow whether he really has a lover.’
“…..”
Her white face turned slightly red with regret and the embarrassment she would face in the future.
Her mind was in turmoil.
“Still, a promise is… I have to keep it.”
Since she couldn’t take back a promise once made, Liannis decided to refine the question she would ask the professor tomorrow.
“Sleeping today is out of the question.”
The task of processing the question ‘Do you perhaps have a lover?’ to make it sound as inoffensive as possible seemed like it would take quite a long time, even for her.
Although she needed to manage her condition with exams coming up soon.
But what does it matter for just one day?

Meanwhile.
Aisha’s body, upon returning to her room, was tense and shrunken with nervousness.
‘Did I… leave the lights on?’
No. She has a habit of turning off all lights before going out.
Of course, there was a possibility she might have forgotten to turn them off by mistake, but.
-%&^@#
The intermittent sounds coming from the kitchen indicated that someone other than her was here.
‘A, a thief…! But why in my room…?’
She didn’t know why someone skilled enough to infiltrate the academy undetected would enter an unremarkable assistant’s room, and why they were rummaging through the kitchen, but.
One thing was certain.
-…..
As if they had noticed her presence too, they had stopped making any sound since just now.
‘Ca-calm down, Aisha… Even if a dragon grabs you, if you just keep your wits—’
“You’ll die less painfully…”
“Hieek!?”
Hearing a voice from behind, she let out a shrill scream.
She fired the lightning magic she had been casting until just now towards the source of the sound.
“But, I dodged it so easily—”
-Crackle!
It was a high-level magic with a homing function attached.
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There was one piece of good news and one piece of bad news.
The good news was that the identity of the person who entered her room wasn’t a thief but a professor.
The bad news was…
That professor’s subject happened to be alchemy.
“Professor Alkea. I think your arms are coming down.”
“Aisha, I know I did wrong but… still, I’m a professor… This kind of treatment is a bit—”
-Crackle! Zap!
Alkea, who was about to say something, closed his mouth at the chilling sound aimed at him.
“Arms.”
“Yes.”
He didn’t forget to raise his arms even higher.
“…..”
A situation where a professor is kneeling in front of an assistant with his arms raised.
If someone who didn’t know them saw this, they might suspect this was a reversed world or.
Think it was a scene of insubordination, but.
Those who knew the two would definitely say the professor was in the wrong, and.
In reality, this was a justified punishment.
The envelope placed on the dining table supported this.
[Given by the Professor]
“Why… why did you do that…?”
“Well, I am still a professor—”
-Crackle!
“Okay. I’ll be quiet…”
The envelope that had contained meat until just before leaving the room was now completely empty, revealing its vacant interior.
Although it was a gift, it was such expensive meat, and.
Because she didn’t dare eat it since it was given by the professor, she had been keeping it safely.
“That… of all things, that…!”
“No, um… you see, food is originally meant to be eat—”
-Zap! Zap!
Just as she was about to roast the drunkard in front of her with anger-filled magic.
-Bang bang bang!
—Professor, what are you doing in there! Come out quickly!
Alkea’s assistant knocked on the door.
Thinking that no matter what, it wouldn’t be right to be electrocuted in front of his own assistant for the sake of the professor’s dignity.
She withdrew her magic and opened the front door.
“Professor, I clearly told you to just apologize and come back. What on earth did you do to… Aisha?”
Her eyes widened in surprise as the person who opened the door was different from who she expected.
She seemed to be thinking, ‘Where has this person run off to again.’
“Assistant… help me…”
Only then did she notice Alkea kneeling in the corner and turn her gaze towards him.
“Um, Aisha.”
“Yes?”
“Am I going to—”
“Are you thinking of taking the professor away?”
Aisha answered without stuttering or mumbling.
While looking straight at the other person’s face.
It was unlike Aisha’s usual self, and it meant she was quite angry right now.
A situation where if handled poorly, sparks could fly at her too.
With this, she cleanly abandoned the plan to take Alkea away.
“No, that’s not it. I was going to say, can you really forgive him with just that much?”
She decided to join in on the scolding.
Even without knowing the full context, it was obvious that Alkea would be responsible.
There would be justification too. Since it had come to this, with the mind to help Aisha vent and settle her own grudges as well.
“As-assistant?”
“Professor Alkea.”
“I’ll… I’ll do better from now on. I’ll cut down on drinking, work hard on lectures…”
He desperately listed promises that he would keep for at most a week.
“Lower your arms.”
“Really? Thank you, I knew you were the only one for me…”
He thought it had actually worked.
“Bow your head.”
Of course, it didn’t take long to realize that wasn’t the case.
“You’re… too much…”
Tears welled up in Alkea’s eyes as he unexpectedly found himself doing a bombing run, but.
Surprisingly, no one paid any attention.
That’s what you get for not behaving better usually.