[TS] Surviving in a Yuri Visual Novel

Is it a relief, or is it?

Even though Leticia insisted otherwise, I desperately denied it, and while Charl looked at me with a suspicious gaze, she ultimately chose to believe me. I was momentarily flustered by Leticia’s actions, trying to reveal every secret about me being Damien Redius, but that too ended up being an unnecessary concern.

Charl looked at Leticia with pity in her eyes, and later on, she nodded as if accepting her sister’s words, much like an adult answering a child who doesn’t quite understand the ways of the world.

I wondered if it was okay for her trust in her sister to be so low, but every time Charl’s eyes, which increasingly resembled those of a mouse caught by a cat, looked at me with a pitiful expression, my conscience was pricked.

What if my true identity was revealed later? Would I become an even more obsessive captor than Leticia? If that were to happen, the word freedom might vanish from Charlotte Redius’s life.

Or perhaps it is already a certainty. Ahaha. The birth of a worse Andre.

I shut my mouth with a serious expression. I hoped Charl wouldn’t be a heroine, but frankly, my instincts told me she was definitely one of the heroines.

Because I sensed that her feelings towards Damien Redius were not just simple love.

What a terrible game. I smiled bitterly.

I could only hope that Charl wouldn’t be a heroine. Please. After swallowing a sigh that threatened to escape, I gazed at the flock of baby chicks gathered in front of me.

“They say this is the professor personally scouted by Professor Leticia.”

“…A Sage? Oh my. I’ve never heard of that name before, but if Leticia brought this professor herself, she must be amazing… Plus, she’s incredibly pretty!”

“She’s certainly an amazing professor, but who knows? She could be a totally useless professor, right?”

“Hey, watch your words. The Sage guarantees this professor’s abilities.”

“Ugh…! I know that! Just shut up. Still… you never know…”

“It’s in front of the professor. We might need to be a bit more careful with our words, Blen. By the way, it’s interesting that the Sage guarantees a professor’s abilities.”

Various reactions surrounded me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief.

So, does this mean I have to teach these baby chicks on behalf of Leticia? We’re talking about freshmen who just enrolled, some of whom showed no foundational skills even worthy of being called raw gems. I shot a disapproving glance at Leticia.

Yeah. I admit that teaching students who aren’t even raw gems would be more rewarding.

If you nurture a rare gemstone well from the beginning, they could grow into formidable forces.

But Leticia had mentioned that the students she was teaching were supposedly upperclassmen about to graduate from the academy, yet the students in front of me seemed to be nothing but freshmen.

I glared at her with a look that said, “What is this?” and Leticia responded with a gentle smile, winking one eye.

I pressed my hand to my forehead.

This was all the fault of the damn academy’s dean. I envisioned the dean somewhere, watching this situation and grinning, and I narrowed my eyes.

That senile old hag.

Has she become senile after decades of rotting away? Even if Leticia guarantees my identity, how could she possibly think of putting me in the position of a teacher? I was more than sufficient as Leticia’s assistant.

I had no intention of teaching this year’s so-called golden generation of freshmen!

But, but why on earth…

I glared at Leticia, the source of the problem, my hands trembling, but she simply smiled as if pleased. I knew it was spilled milk, but I had no intention of taking on a teaching position.

I thought being Leticia’s assistant would be just fine, but what is this?

Now, there was no way I could back out of the situation in front of students. I had hoped to work moderately and have a comfortable job in this life, but, sigh. It can’t be helped. Let’s think positively. Being a professor at the Imperial Academy means the salary and treatment are top-notch, so there’s no need to think of it negatively.

The fact that I was a parachute professor was a sharp prick to my conscience, but if I could demonstrate my abilities, it would be fine.

Of course, teaching someone is difficult. I lacked confidence. Most of the people I taught swordsmanship to didn’t understand it. But still, I am someone who taught Charl, the number one swordsman in the North, so teaching these freshmen shouldn’t be too hard, right…?

I awkwardly smiled while looking at the students, whose eyes sparkled with anticipation.

It was burdensome.

In their eyes, it seemed like they viewed me as some hidden pro, yet this was all Leticia’s fault.

The banner of a trustworthy professor, scouted directly by the Sage of the Hero party. Even if she was an unknown proficient within the Empire, it was hard not to be interested.

Now that I think of it, it was a bit strange.

Where did the students hear the rumor that Leticia scouted me as a professor?

The news of my appointment as a professor was supposed to be known only by the dean and Leticia, so I wondered why the information leaked, leading the students to look at me with those burdensome gazes.

“How about it, Charlotte? Do you like it?”

“Uh?”

“I gave the freshmen a heads-up. I told them that the incredibly talented swordsman I scouted personally will become a professor… Ah?!”

The source of the problem was closer than I thought.

“So it was you, the culprit.”

What a troublesome girlfriend she is.

Since I became both Leticia’s assistant and professor, I had hoped to maintain a moderately quiet professor concept, unlike when I was Damien Redius, but I couldn’t even attempt that.

Out of consideration for my mistakes, I’d tolerate high-level physical contact or her acting on a whim, but this was too out of line, wasn’t it?

Sigh—.

But now that the milk was spilled, there was no point in worrying.

I gazed silently at the lady who was glaring at me, holding my head which didn’t even hurt.

While I appreciated that I had managed to secure an image that wouldn’t let me be called a parachute professor at the academy, it was something I could have easily changed on my own.

Those kinds would almost always back down in horror and tuck their tails if I proved my strength and abilities, so it wasn’t a difficult task.

There was no need to lean on Leticia.

So this headstrong lady should understand. Even if my gender has changed, my appearance has altered, and I’ve grown weaker than before, I am still Damien Redius.

A swordsman who can contend evenly against both the Hero and the Demon King. The world’s strongest swordsman acknowledged by Mazoku and humans alike. The Damien Redius, who was called a monster sweeping the battlefield the moment I grasped even a small knife. I am not something you need to protect.

Leticia definitely needed to understand this.

Unnecessary overprotection should have lines, even between lovers.

“What the hell? Why’d you suddenly hit me?!”

“Because you deserved it, Leti. And when did I ever say I wanted to be a professor, huh? I was fine just playing the role of your assistant.”

“I don’t think so.”

“…Didn’t you want me to be your assistant?”

“I just changed my mind. It’s a waste not to utilize your talent as a professor, right? I’ve appointed you as the professor for the freshmen swordsmanship class so that you can use it to your heart’s content. Why don’t you like it? Swordsmanship is your specialty, after all.”

“….”

In the end, it was I who was rendered speechless.

Have I envied her for getting better at persuasion while I was away? I stuck out my tongue at Leticia, who was grinning at this situation with a shameless face.

Are you enjoying yourself? Of course, she must be. Leticia, who had previously commented on how fresh it was that I became a woman, was now hovering over me. It would only make sense that she found this situation amusing.

I forced a trembling smile, staring at Leticia. But it didn’t put a dent in her smile at all.

Damn it.

Bring back that pure Leticia who used to get angry at me sometimes but was infinitely kind.

Realizing there were students watching us with strange eyes, I cleared my throat and averted my gaze. I even tried to force a charming smile.

“……Professor?”

“It’s nothing, my child. I was just warning Leticia for saying some strange nonsense… Uhm. More importantly, I should introduce myself properly. I am Charlotte Cyclamen. I will be your professor in charge of swordsmanship classes from now on.”

“…Ah. Yes, Professor.”

I smiled gently at the male student, who stared at me dazedly. I could feel Leticia glaring at me from the side, but that was none of my concern.

Wow, Leticia. Are you seriously jealous because I smiled at a kid…?

I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity.

Watch out—. She might just break my neck, honestly. She has completely become the embodiment of obsession. All set. I never expected her to get jealous even of a child. But surely, I must’ve been mistaken. Look, she’s smiling widely again. I must’ve definitely been mistaken.

Would the great Leticia really be jealous of a student? If so, I shouldn’t have made her my professor. I’m going to smile at each student at least once every day from now on. Whether they’re female or male.

With a grin, I once again addressed the chirping freshmen.

“I hope we get along well for this year, everyone.”

What could possibly happen in an academy that isn’t a battlefield? For now, I should just soak up the sweetness of being a professor next to Leticia.

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