Chapter 95: Graded Assignments
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I tapped the stack of papers on my lectern. The chatter in the classroom quietened with the same beat as the tapping of the documents. 

“Your assignments have been graded.”

Like the knell of a bell from hell, my words echoed in the classroom. A sudden, cold wind howled—definitely student Seren’s idea of a joke.

All the students shivered and looked around as the wind blew, their eyes nervously ending up on me.

This started a bit over two months before today, the first day that the Black Rose Classroom had convened. Following a battle with a twin-headed blue ogre, I asked the students to write a report, and today was the day their reports were handed back after being translated into the demonic language.

Right.

“I definitely asked you guys to write a report.” I gazed over the students one after the other, stopping at each of them. “I don’t know where to start. Student Rosentia, can you tell me when, in the battle, we all broke into song and started dancing?”

Rosentea turned her head. “I forgot everything that happened in the battle.”

“So you made things up? Didn’t you have a report already? You simply had to translate it.”

Rosentea lowered her gaze, still not turning my way.

“I… threw it away a long time ago.”

I should send a letter to the Scential Merchant Group. They seriously needed to reconsider their heir. Well, at least the honesty was good. 

“Let’s move on to Student Seren. How in the world did you manage to write so many curse words in your report? Who even taught you all that?”

Seren shrugged.

“I’d heard them a long time ago.”

I didn’t want to ask for more details from her. I turned my gaze to the others. Though most of them had done well, a few had left me speechless. I stopped on Atlas for a second.

His score was next to perfect. He had even used vocabulary I never taught them, just a few words. He must have picked them up from me in class or somewhere else. 

I honestly expected him to get a perfect average score. To be honest, I thought instead of calculating the class average for my KPI, I would use Atlas’ score. My plans were ruined.

“And you, you Quinton.” I massaged my temple with my fingers and sighed. “What in the world is your report?”

“Quiz time—”

“No quiz time! You’ve left questions all over your report and prefixed them with quiz time. Do you have an explanation?”

“Quiz, do you think I have an explanation, or do you think I don’t?”

“I think you should sit down.”

Was this a case of bullying the teacher to submission? Was this what was going on here? My eyes lastly went on to the strangest of them all. Luka the Lute guy—or whatever the kids liked to call him—had written a perfect song about the battle in demonic language. How did he learn all that? 

I sighed and started calling each of them out to take their reports. When they came to the lectern, I offered them some advice and filled in the class roster. 

“Argent Stryde.”

“On my way~”

It had been a bit more than a week since the incident at Glorenstein. At the time I was in the hospital, they decided to give me administrative leave. Richard was discharged yesterday, too, and now everything was back to normal.

Of course, the ones who had it the roughest were the civil servants, but the presence of the Dungeon and the Behemoth had given them an edge.

A level 10 monster’s appearance would usually cause a lot of destruction, and the fact that we had defeated it without any significant loss to the city had given them an edge.

‘Can any of you protect the people in the same manner?’

Of course, one would ask why there was a Behemoth in the Empire’s territory anyway, but everyone knew that a dungeon’s formation was in god’s hands and not ours.

“Zacka!”

“Here.”

We reached the last name on the list. I handed the dwarf student his report and smiled softly.

“You look troubled,” I said. Zacka’s grades had dropped a bit compared to usual, though Professor Barnum was full of praise for him. In a one-on-one, he had even defeated Ken, our class’ de-facto most experienced fighter.

“It’s nothing, professor,” said Zacka. He accepted the graded report and pursed his lips.

“Don’t worry too much. These are just minor ups and downs.”

Zacka nodded and returned to his seat. Now that we were past this, we had to discuss the critical part of their schooling.

I placed a hand on the lectern and grinned.

“Your exams for the first-trimester start next week. I won’t bore you with lectures about how you should study and what you should study and how the exams matter and whatnot.”

The students sighed.

“I’ll instead give you guys a piece of news.”

The school year was divided into trimesters, each lasting about 12 to 13 weeks. After the first three months ended, the students took a vacation.

After the incident in Glorenstein, everyone recognized that people needed and deserved a vacation.

That was why the other countries agreed surprisingly quickly to this.

“We are all going on a field trip.”

““WOOOOOW!!””

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[A/N: Welcome to APO Book 2. This time, we 10x the political and action-thriller aspect while keeping the same level of homeliness and slice of life. The wind of Ethan's change is going to blow soon, and it will blow hard.]

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