The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 109

Amon and Anar’el were extremely tense.

However, Branch Manager Delmons seemed unaware of the gravity of the situation, maintaining a cheerful expression.

“Hahaha! Why are you both so worried? I’ll take responsibility and persuade the Vice Principal, so don’t worry.”

Delmons’ confident attitude made Amon and Anar’el even more nervous.

‘If she was someone who could be reasoned with, we wouldn’t be worried.’

‘Given the chaos she caused last time, how can we not be worried….?’

With their ominous premonitions, Amon and Anar’el’s faces grew even darker.

And moments later, upon arriving at the Principal’s office, they found Brestle wondering why she was sitting there.

“Huh? You’ve arrived?”

“Vice Principal.”

“How strange. I was certainly eating in the cafeteria, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself here. Very strange indeed. Do you happen to know anything about this?”

Amon, who was responsible for knocking her out and dragging her here, initially denied it.

“I don’t know. More importantly, Vice Principal.”

“Yes?”

“Let me introduce you. This is Branch Manager Delmons of the Gold Road Guild.”

Delmons, who had been standing behind, stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

“Hello, Vice Principal. We’ve met before regarding the King Wyvern request.”

Come to think of it, Brestle had previously placed a request with the Silver Sword Mercenary Group for her ambitious plan to obtain King Wyvern oil.

Since the guild was handling the mediation of requests, they must be acquaintances.

‘Oh, if it’s a familiar face, maybe the conversation will go well?’

However, what Amon had learned while working at this academy was that hope and despair were separated by just a paper-thin margin.

“Gold Road Guild? The ones who took my King of Mango shares?”

Brestle’s tone was filled with hostility toward the guild!

Amon wanted to object, saying ‘How are those your shares?’ but he could only swallow hard in the face of Brestle’s murderous aura.

And Delmons also flinched at Brestle’s inexplicable hostility.

“The, the shares belonged to you, Vice Principal?”

“Yes, they did.”

Hearing Brestle’s confident answer, Amon whispered to Delmons.

“No, they didn’t.”

“Then why…”

“I don’t know either. She’s a crazy Dark Elf.”

“…”

“So, now we need to persuade that thing, do you think there’s any hope?”

A streak of fighting spirit appeared on Delmons’ face.

The measure of a merchant’s talent is to deceive the other party with plausible words and then strike them from behind!

Of course, the opponent was a Dark Elf who had fierce and violent rumors circulating about them, saying they were corrupt!

Delmons, who would have been considered prejudiced and discriminatory if Brestle knew what he was thinking, still judged there was a chance of success after realizing that at least communication was possible.

“Leave it to me.”

“I’m counting on you.”

As Amon stepped back, Delmons spoke with the characteristic gentle expression of a merchant.

“The reason I came here today is to make you a good prop…”

“Get out.”

“Uh.”

As if refusing to even listen, Brestle sat cross-legged with an arrogant attitude and wore a sardonic smile.

“Do I look like I have no eyes, ears, or thoughts to you?”

‘Well, you certainly don’t have thoughts.’

“Pardon? What do you m…”

Brestle slammed the table and declared.

“Do you think I wouldn’t know that you’re trying to steal the remaining 10% share of King of Mango!”

Startled by her intensity, Delmons unconsciously took a step back.

“St-steal? Not at all! I came for a legitimate business transaction!”

“Why would I believe the words of villains who already arbitrarily stole my shares!”

“Let me say it again, it was a legitimate contract!”

“I don’t want to hear it! Without my consent, it was an unfair contract! The crime of arbitrarily stealing my shares! I’ll file a formal lawsuit soon!”

When the lawsuit was mentioned, Delmons’ face hardened.

Eventually, when Delmons looked at him as if asking what this was all about, Amon shook his head and said.

“The shares are owned by the academy itself, so that monster has no ownership rights.”

“Th-then why is she acting like this?”

“I told you.”

Amon said with a serious face.

“She’s a crazy Dark Elf.”

“…”

“Look at how her eyes are spinning around. She’s not just ordinarily crazy.”

Brestle’s appearance, with her eyes spinning wildly with greed for King of Mango, was terrifyingly bizarre.

Delmons swallowed and nervously approached Brestle.

“Vice Principal, please first listen to what I have to s…”

“Didn’t I say I don’t want to hear it!”

“No, just listen first…”

“Get out before I call someone to throw you out!”

At this point, Amon slowly closed his eyes.

It was bewildering why she was putting on airs when there was no one to call.

“Principal.”

“…Yes.”

“What should we do? I’m too embarrassed right now.”

Anar’el also muttered with reddened ears and face.

“Me too.”

“For the sake of Amonis Academy’s reputation, shouldn’t our first priority be to throw out that crazy monster?”

“…”

Sighing, Amon said.

“Since we need to restore the academy first, how about secretly stamping the contract?”

Anar’el trembled fearfully at Amon’s sinister suggestion.

“Then she’ll really cause chaos this time with the determination to die!”

“…Hmm.”

Indeed, Brestle’s rage when she discovered that the King of Mango plantation shares had been sold to clear debt last time was frightening.

If they proceeded recklessly this time too, either the academy would be destroyed or Brestle would die.

‘Then should we just kill her…?’

While glaring at Brestle with a chilling expression, it happened.

Getting a headache, Delmons approached while pressing his brow.

“Sigh, she won’t listen to anything. No, it’s not that she won’t listen. It seems she has no intention of even considering listening.”

“…I told you it wouldn’t be easy.”

Delmons let out an annoyed sigh and said with a hardened face.

“But wasn’t the academy promotional flyer distribution deal made with the condition of transferring the King of Mango plantation shares?”

“…”

“If things turn out like this…”

Though the end of his sentence trailed off, the implied meaning could be roughly guessed.

‘Since we’ve already distributed the flyers, if we tell them to deal with it, the Gold Road Guild might let it slide this time as stepping in dung. But they’re likely to try to kill the one who made the mess.’

In the end, while they might back off for now, there would surely be retaliation from the Gold Road Guild at some point.

They might even block all supplies coming into the academy!

Amon glared at Brestle with a serious face while crossing his arms.

Brestle also sat with crossed arms and a solemn expression.

‘Good. Let’s kill the Vice Principal.’

A good opportunity to fulfill a long-cherished wish!

Just as he was about to hurriedly head to his room to get his adamantium sword, it happened.

‘No, wait.’

Suddenly stopping in his tracks, Amon realized he was making a wrong judgment.

‘Right. The fundamental premise itself was wrong.’

While staring intently at Brestle, who was sitting with crossed arms and puffed cheeks, Amon reached out to Delmons.

“Mr. Delmons.”

“What is it?”

Already thinking the deal was ruined, Delmons irritably responded to Amon and brought his ear closer as Amon waved his hand suggesting he should listen.

“So… *whisper whisper*”

“Huh? Wh-what did you say?”

“I think… *mumble mumble*”

“Hmm…”

Listening to Amon’s solution with a dubious face, Delmons sighed.

“I understand. Then let’s try it that way.”

“This might be our last option.”

“…I’ll do my best.”

Taking a deep breath, Delmons approached Brestle and said.

“Vice Principal Brestle!”

“Hmph! I told you to get…”

“We’ll give you King of Mango every month!”

Hearing those words, Brestle’s ears flapped vigorously.

“Wh-what did you say?”

“On the first day of every month, we’ll give you three King of Mangoes in the morning and four in the evening!”

“Wh-what…!?”

“Think about it! How many King of Mangos do you receive as a gesture of gratitude from the plantation for holding a 10% share? Since it’s a gesture of gratitude, they probably won’t send many even in a year!”

“Th-that’s…”

“But! If you transfer your shares to our guild, I promise to give you three King of Mangos every first morning of the month! And four in the evening!”

Brestle was trembling with her ears while staring with wide eyes.

She was wavering.

Realizing this fact, Delmons’ face was rotten.

‘Were Teacher Amon’s words true?’

Amon’s guess about the wrong “premise” was correct.

Brestle wasn’t attached to the King of Mango plantation shares themselves.

She simply ‘wanted to eat King of Mangos.’

A negotiation that completely shattered merchant pride and common sense!

‘Why does this work? Why on earth?’

Anyway, the guild distributes thousands of King of Mangos monthly.

Giving a few to Brestle wouldn’t be any problem at all.

‘Anyway, as Instructor Amon said, if the negotiation ends like this…’

That’s when it happened.

“N-no!”

Brestle, who shouted loudly, shook her head.

“Are you taking me for a fool! No!”

While it seemed like a firm attitude at first glance, Brestle’s voice was wavering.

Realizing this fact, astonishment appeared in Delmons’ eyes.

‘This can’t be! She really played hard to get once, exactly as Instructor Amon said…!’

Shocked that Amon’s predicted response was exactly right, Delmons hurriedly blurted out the next answer.

“Then how about four in the morning and three in the evening on the first day of every month!”

Brestle jumped up and shouted.

“Good! Let’s do that!”

“…*cough*”

Choking in disbelief, Delmons extended his hand with a rotten smile.

And he looked with contempt at Brestle who was jumping up and down while holding his hand.

“G-good deal…thank you.”

“Of course! Of course!”

Happy to have concluded the deal, Delmons turned his head to look at Amon and Anar’el.

But soon Delmons made a solemn face as he flinched.

The two were avoiding Delmons’ gaze with reddened faces, apparently feeling extreme shame at the fact that Brestle was the Vice Principal.

* * *

“Vice Principal Brestle.”

“Hm? What is it?”

Amon pointed at the banana attached to the ceiling of the Vice Principal’s office.

The banana was attached high enough to be out of reach.

“Would you like to try eating that banana?”

“What?”

“You can use any tools in the Vice Principal’s office.”

“No, suddenly what…”

“You can use the chair too.”

Despite giving a big hint, Brestle just took a step forward and jumped up to snatch the banana.

“There, done.”

“…”

“I’ll eat this with gratitude.”

Watching Brestle munch on the banana deliciously, Amon closed his eyes in despair.

‘Dark Elves, is it because their physical abilities are so high that they don’t need to use tools? Is their intelligence at monkey level because they don’t need to use their brains since they’re physically strong?’

Considering how she had regressed to the Stone Age after being briefly separated from civilization last time, it was quite a plausible guess.

“Anyway, thanks to transferring my shares to the guild, our financial situation has improved.”

“Why are they your shares… *sigh* Yes, that’s right.”

“Then let’s allocate some funds for the restoration work.”

Brestle started drawing tables on the document with her quill pen.

She eventually handed the completed document to Amon.

“Please check it.”

“…”

What good could come from a monkey’s effort!

Thinking this, Amon checked the table and closed his eyes tightly.

‘It’s perfect.’

It seemed that while looking into various things for her ambition of expanding the cafeteria, she had become knowledgeable about facility-related costs.

‘Why are you competent at times like this? Does your intelligence only drop to monkey level when food is involved?’

Letting out a deep sigh, Amon said.

“…Amazing. There’s nothing to fault here.”

Praise makes even Brestle dance, as she twirled her quill pen and shrugged her shoulders.

“Hmph, even if you praise me, I won’t share my King of Mangos.”

“I don’t need them.”

Scratching his head, Amon said.

“Then when Elder Reinbelt brings the technicians, shall we inquire about estimates based on this?”

“Yes, that should work.”

“Then, excuse me.”

Upon leaving the Vice Principal’s office, Amon encountered an unexpected person.

“Huh? Lady Rustianel?”

“Please drop the ‘Lady.’ Why do you only do that with me?”

“Because you’re a Dragon.”

“Since you’re a teacher, you can speak comfortably with me.”

“Right…anyway, what brings you here?”

What business would Rustianel, a student, have at the Vice Principal’s office?

To that question, Rustianel answered.

“I asked the Principal, and she said you’re proceeding with academy restoration work?”

“It’s still in the planning stages… but yes, for now?”

Hearing that answer, Rustianel’s eyes sparkled as she said.

“Would you like to let me handle the restoration work?”

“…What?”

“Gold Dragons are experts at fortress construction and structural building.”

He seemed to have heard something like that before.

Gold Dragons are more interested in collecting gold and treasures than other dragons, so they build their lairs luxuriously to store their collected treasures.

Therefore, they naturally have expertise in architecture.

Amon glanced at the estimate.

‘…If this goes well, my pockets might get a little fatter?’

After all, isn’t construction something that fattens up the person in charge?

Amon smiled slyly and said.

“Rustianel, shall we talk about this in detail?”

“Yes!”