Volume 3 Chapter 1 The Female Professor
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I – I think I’ve had a little too much to drink.”
Professor Lizabel, dressed in an evening gown that left little to the imagination, leaned heavily into my arm, pressing her soft, ample bosom against me.1
She was the newly appointed professor for the Exploration-type Laboratory on the third floor – right beneath my own lab. Her predecessor, Professor Hoffman, had taken an early retirement for “personal reasons” immediately after winning a bidding war at a slave market for one of his former students, Rhein Haas.
That day had been a nightmare. The end of summer break had been squandered on a faculty meeting where professors spent hours engaged in tedious self-aggrandizement. The original agenda was supposed to be the selection of two new professors, but the conversation kept veering off into irrelevant nonsense. My tension, initially high as a candidate for the position, was slowly bleeding away, replaced by a desperate urge to yawn. Even the Academy President made no move to rein in the digressions.
Just as I felt the crushing weight of sleep threatening to overtake me, the President finally spoke.
”Then, are we all in agreement regarding Ms. Lizabel Balkenhohl-Möller (37) as the new professor for the Simple-type Resonance Systems Lab?”
It was abrupt, but the room was instantly filled with murmurs of “No objections.”
”Next, are we in agreement on Larry Fee Getys-kun as the new professor for the Simple-type Magic Tool Lab?”
I expected a similar stamp of approval, but the Medical Magic professors immediately raised their hands. “Objection.”
For the record, the lab’s real name was the Magic Conduction Lab. The Magic Tool Lab designation existed only because Professor Pauman (he/him) had loathed sharing a name with the Complex-type lab and had forced a change a few years back.
”As you can see, Larry-kun is still just a boy. Even if he has authored over twenty schematics, is it really appropriate to grant him a professorship?”
Well, I couldn’t exactly blame them. They were right. Even though I looked like a kid, I was a full-grown man on the inside, and I understood their petty, aging-man’s jealousy quite well.
If I had my way, someone else would take the responsibility. I’d be off in a tiny, obscure lab, working under the table with the Arsenal Bureau, buried in my own inventions. If I took this title, I’d be forced to teach, forced to manage, and forced to deal with external bureaucracy.
”This is a dilemma,” the Academy President replied. “No one else has authored as many schematics as Larry-sensei, and there are no suitable candidates from outside the academy. Besides, even if not as a full professor, we need a registered supervisor for the lab’s fire safety.”
The Medical Magic professor raised his hand again. “Then, why not appoint him as an Associate Professor? If we’re short on hands, he can handle the fire safety responsibilities just fine.”
”Excuse me?” (Wasn’t that just a convenient way to make me do all the work with less status and a lower salary?)
”Very well, let’s do that.”
”Wait, what?”
Before I could even wrap my head around it, I had been maneuvered into the top spot of the Simple-type Magic Research Lab. Not as a professor, but as an associate – with all the work of a professor, including the requirement to attend these brain-dead faculty meetings.
I didn’t want to go along with it, but the Fourth Sage was lurking in the shadows, threatening to ship me off to the mines if I didn’t cooperate with the Academy.
After the meeting, a celebratory party for the new faculty was held at a restaurant near the Academy. It was a modest affair, restricted to Academy staff, since the grander banquet usually held at the Royal Palace had been scrapped due to the war – a conflict against the Kingdom of Kiridal that had erupted following the rebellion in the Straba territory.
After the party broke up, I really didn’t want to go, but I had my reasons. I found myself being lured into drinking more with the new professor at a different establishment.
This Lizabel – the new professor – was the same beauty who, during the chaos of the Haritz rebellion, had been seen on the third floor, stripped to the waist and forced to perform oral favors for the mercenaries. Naturally, none of the other professors knew that. They had likely allowed their judgment of her “qualifications” to be clouded by their own baser instincts, just like their noses – which were clearly fixed at the same level as their crotches. Thinking back, I didn’t recall them discussing a single one of her actual academic achievements during the meeting.
And now, this breathtaking woman was sitting right next to me, draped in a sheer silk dress with a back so scandalously low it left nothing to the imagination. She was almost certainly wearing no bra, and quite possibly… well.
She was in her mid-thirties, and here she was, pressing herself against my fourteen-year-old body. Was she a shota-con? Didn’t she realize there was a grown man inside this skin?
”Hey,” she purred, “why do you think you weren’t chosen as a full professor? You have so many certified schematics, and the Fourth Sage’s recommendation, too.”
Back to that again. She’d been looping on this topic for a while.
”It’s because I’m too young,” I muttered.
Listening to those old geezers all day had clearly poisoned me; I sounded just like them, calling myself “boku.” I hated that they never referred to themselves with humble language, but I was slipping into it.
”Too young? You feel like such a man to me,” she whispered.
This time, she didn’t just lean on my arm; she wrapped her entire body around me. I started shifting my palm away, trying to avoid skin-to-skin contact, fearful that any accidental touch would trigger a telepathic reading of my mind.
”Professor Lizabel, you’re quite drunk. Shouldn’t we head home?”
”Call me Lize,” she breathed.
A hand reached out to stroke my cheek. She was wearing gloves, at least. I was wearing a suit, but her outfit was so flimsy, any sudden movement could reveal everything. We were both mages, and probing a colleague’s mind while they were drunk was generally considered an etiquette violation, but I was still on edge.
”Alright, Professor Lize. Let’s head back. It looks like the place is closing.”
We were at a pasta shop I’d frequented before with Henrietta. The staff was already starting to pack up, and we were the only customers left.
”Fine. Let’s go somewhere else, then. Shall we?”
”No, it’s far too late.”
By the standards of my previous world, it was still early evening, but here, it was the dead of night.
”You’re no fun. Come over to my place and we can keep drinking. It’ll be fine.”
”I can’t. I still have work I need to finish back at the Academy.”
”Oh, are you running away? Are you scared of me? Relax, I won’t bite.”
(Then explain the soft pressure you’re currently applying against my arm, because that’s definitely not “not biting.”)
Marie had just given birth to a daughter, and my sister-in-law had just sent word that she’d had a son. If I got myself tangled up in an affair and ruined my life, it would be a total catastrophe.
”I have a husband and children, you know. So there’s no problem. Okay?”
”Okay” was something kids said. She was a beautiful woman, and her breasts were certainly impressive, so I’d give her that.
”Anyway, please, tell me. What is this about Mana Control and vibrating materials?”
I had stuck around this long for one reason only.
”Hmm, I don’t know…”
”You promised,” I pressed, “that if I kept you company for a drink after the celebration, you’d tell me.”
”I never said one drink, did I?”
Damn it.
I had been hunting for a substance that acted like a “crystal oscillator” for Mana circuits. My current drones relied on soundless speakers for communication, limiting their effective control range to five hundred meters. That alone was revolutionary compared to the fifty-meter range they had without them, but if I could swap the signal carrier to a “high-frequency magic wave,” I could extend the range into the kilometers. It would also open up the possibility of actual long-range communication.
The problem was the high-frequency oscillation circuit. I could build a circuit using mana-based coils and capacitors, but with the materials currently available, the frequency was too unstable to manage reliable transmission. I knew that enlarging the power supply and the coils would stabilize it, but that would make it impossible to fit inside a drone with a one-meter wingspan. I needed a material that produced stable vibrations, like quartz, but for mana circuits.
That was why I had asked Lizabel – a specialist in exploration and geological properties – at the party.
”Oh, there are plenty,” she’d said. “We find ore veins by sensing those exact differences in response.”
When she put it like that, it made sense.
”Are you looking for something like Bituminous coal?” she’d asked.
Running mana through Bituminous coal generated heat, making it a common portable heater.
”Yes, something like that.”
”Well, let me think…”
Most of the things she suggested, I’d already tried. None of them met my requirements.
”Oh! There is an ore that vibrates when you pass mana through it. It makes a high-pitched ‘chi’ sound and then shatters. When we survey for it, the mana response ripples – it’s very characteristic.”
”That’s it! What is that stuff?”
It was almost certainly vibrating via mana resonance. The “rippling” effect was likely interference from the mana used to scan it. This was huge.
But her response was, “Hmm, I don’t know. What should I do?”
(Seriously? What was with this coy act? A naive, earnest boy was asking for her help!)
”How about this,” she proposed, “keep me company for one more drink after this, and I’ll tell you.”
The trade-off felt rigged, but I didn’t have much of a choice. If the handsome Professor Karl were here, he might have been able to handle this, but he’d conveniently skipped the faculty meeting to serve as the chief of the medical unit for His Majesty’s campaign.
I didn’t have the luxury of pride. And that was how we ended up at the restaurant.
Even while drunk, the woman who had made professor in her mid-thirties knew exactly how to dodge my direct questions, stringing me along until closing time.
”So, come to my house. If you do, I’ll give you some of the material tomorrow.”
”R-really?”
Damn. It slipped out. My blunder immediately became her bargaining chip.
She dragged me out to the stable where her private carriage was waiting.
”Who else is at your house?” I asked, keeping my guard up before stepping inside.
It was a high-quality carriage, the kind only a noble would own.
”Let’s see. My husband’s primary wife is there, of course. Plus five maids and two manservants, I believe.”
”You’re a concubine, Professor?”
I was genuinely surprised. With looks like that, I’d expected her to have been snapped up as a primary wife by some noble family.
”Well, I had a bit of a past when I was younger.”
Had she been a yankii?
”What’s with that look? When you’re a beauty from the time you’re a child, you get into all sorts of trouble. Now, get inside, quickly.”
I suppose that in my previous life, too, the cute, pretty girls were often the ones who matured early and ended up hanging out with the delinquents.
While lost in these thoughts, I was shoved into the carriage, and the conversation drifted on.
”Back then, my husband, who was still just a Commander of the Guard, was the one who saved me. But he was married even then, yet somehow still so innocent.”
She looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, then leaned against me, pressing her breast firmly into my arm.
”Coachman, pull away.”
If she was this young and had this kind of personality, I could easily imagine that Commander husband of hers being wrapped around her little finger.
”Wait a second—the Commander of the Guard?”
”That’s right. Currently, he’s serving as the Superintendent of the Security Corps in the Harritz territory.”
Superintendent?
Is that, like, the big boss of the entire guard organization?
In my previous life, that would’ve been like a high-ranking bureaucrat in the National Police Agency.
”My eldest son is there with him too, though he’s the child my husband’s Primary Wife2 bore. He’s a Commander of the Guard as well.”
”I-I see. That’s something.”
A Commander of the Guard is like a police chief. This sounds like an incredibly rigid, no-nonsense family. Just going there feels dangerous.
”What about your children?”
”Both of the daughters born to the Primary Wife have married off. Mine is a student and went back to her dormitory the day before yesterday.”
”That must be lonely for you.”
”It is, quite lonely.”
She began rubbing her face against my shoulder.
Isn’t this a really bad situation? But, well, I’m already in the carriage.
I turned my gaze outside. Since it’s the end of the month, the moon was nearly full. The streets, illuminated by the intense moonlight, were clearly visible.
It’s been twenty-two days since the Haritz Rebellion.
Including civilians, the death toll in the Royal Capital reached eighty-five. Over one hundred and fifty homes were either completely burned or partially destroyed.
The suppression itself ended in a single day, but the reconstruction of the homes burned down during that time is still ongoing. Outside the window, I could see houses lined up with scaffolding still wrapped around them.
Even so, they say the Royal Capital is actually the lucky one.
It’s called the Haritz Rebellion, but officially, it was an uprising by the noble faction. Because it was a rebellion staged by nobles fighting for their right to exist in opposition to the King’s push for centralized power, there are still places in some noble-held territories where armed conflict hasn’t ceased.
The rebellion in the Straba Province—the former Kingdom of Kiridal territory—which acted as the trigger, hasn’t been completely suppressed, either. The Kingdom of Kiridal, bolstered by reinforcements from the Empire of Rus—Cossacks, I assume—is deploying troops near the border of the South Bohemia Province they want to reclaim, currently staring down the Royal Army led by His Majesty.
To think people would be having affairs while the whole country is on edge like this.
”Oh, that’s right, Assistant Professor Larry. What are you doing about a house?”
She was asking where I intended to live.
At today’s faculty meeting, I became an Assistant Professor of Simple-type Magic at the Magic Academy, but before that, I was just a student expelled for poor conduct. Naturally, the grace period had passed, and I’d been kicked out of the dorms. The staff housing at the Magic Academy is full; I have nowhere to go.
I’ve been forced to sleep at the laboratory with Pamela and Kenze. I’d love a proper place to sleep, too.
But I have absolutely no clue how to go about renting an apartment or a house in this city. On top of that, my Slaves are sharp-tongued. Right next to where I’m working, they keep up a constant chorus of complaints—about me having no ambition, or wanting to sleep in a proper bed. Because of that, I answered Professor Lizabel’s question by saying I was planning to look for one.
”There’s a vacant house near mine. It comes with a carriage and a male servant. Why don’t we go take a look tomorrow morning?”
Tomorrow morning?
A house with a carriage and a male servant?
”Inside the inner wall, you wouldn’t need a carriage, but outside? It’s essential. You won’t find a property like that anywhere else right now.”
Are there no public transportation options, like a bus?
”There are loop buses, but they’re separate for inside and outside the walls. But you know, if you’re in a research position with irregular hours, a carriage is a must.”
Assistant professors, who have low annual salaries, live in staff housing unless their families are wealthy. Anyone above that rank has enough income to buy their own home, which implies owning a carriage.
”Besides, a carriage is essential for taking students or Research Students out for drinks… and then having your way with them.”
You mean, just like you’re doing now?
The Academy’s Dorm Mother is a hardcore follower of the Universal Church and is strict about sexual impropriety.
So, that’s why you take them out in a carriage?
Professors really do whatever they want, don’t they?
”The one on sale belonged to a noble’s house steward. The master sided with Marquis Haritz in this rebellion, so the master and all the male relatives were sentenced to death, and the women were sold into Slavery. With no owner left, it’s being sold for a steal.”
A lord’s estate is like an Edo residence for a feudal lord in Japan—too huge for a mere Academy professor to get their hands on—but the homes of stewards and vassals are apparently affordable.
It doesn’t exactly sound like a lucky property.
Still, just looking at it might be good for my own education. But dealing with servants and all that sounds like a pain.
While we were talking, we turned onto a street I recognized. It was the street north of Ariane-neesan’s house.
This area had the highest number of homes burned during the rebellion, and even my sister’s house, where a child had just been born, was partially burned. I had chipped in a fair amount for the condolence money, but as we passed by, all I could see was that the scaffolding was still up.
I noticed the seat next to me had gone quiet and saw that she had her eyes closed, still clinging to my arm.
Is she asleep?
I tried to pull my arm away gently, but she grabbed it tight.
”It’s almost there…”
She mumbled like a sleeper, then closed her eyes again.
It wasn’t just sleep-talking. The carriage, which had been traveling down the street, turned left, moved a bit further, turned right, and immediately stopped.
”My Lady, we have arrived. I shall open the gate.”
I heard the coachman’s voice, followed by the sound of a metal gate opening. The carriage pulled onto the property and stopped in the rotary in front of the house, where the coachman opened the door for us.
”Mark, thank you.”
Professor Lizabel, who hadn’t been asleep at all, pulled me by the hand as we got out of the carriage, took some small change from her pochette, and handed it to the coachman.
”Thank you very much.”
Is that kind of attentiveness required for the upper class, too?
Even so, it’s exactly the kind of home a Superintendent would have. It was so massive I wondered if it was as large as a feudal lord’s Edo residence.
Where the carriage stopped, the roof extended from the house so that one could board and alight without getting wet on rainy days. It’s impressive, sure, but is it really okay for me to be here? I won’t get my head lopped off for trespassing, will I?
The coachman hurried ahead and opened a needlessly large door.
Luminous Magic Iron lamps provided powerful illumination for an entrance hall that looked like an atrium. In front, a wide staircase split left and right from a mid-level landing, continuing up to the second floor in a semi-circular shape.
Just as the door closed behind us, two women in Maid outfits came scurrying out from behind the stairs.
”Welcome home, Lizabel-sama.”
”Hi there, I’m back.”
Seeing the maids’ reactions, they didn’t seem surprised at all. Do they not find it strange that she came home with a man, even if she is a concubine?
”Say, I’d like to take a bath, is that okay?”
”I apologize, we had the water heated once, but it may have gone cold by now.”
The maid looked apologetic.
”It’s fine. He’s here, so he can heat it up in a flash with a single ‘bang’.”
”Are you a Mage?”
”That’s right. This is the person who saved me during the rebellion. He’s amazing.”
I didn’t hate being told that. Just then, I heard a sound from the second floor, and a woman with perfect posture walked down the stairs.
Noticing this, the maids retreated to either side of us and remained bowed in place.
”Sister, I’m home!”
The Professor waved to the woman who had stopped on the mid-level landing to face us.
”Lizabel, to think you’d come home this late. You’ve gone and picked up another boy somewhere, haven’t you? Erudyn will scold you.”
This “Erudyn” person was the eldest son of this house who served as the Commander of the Guard; I found out later he was not the “husband” she mentioned earlier.
”He’s not a boy. He’s an Assistant Professor at the Magic Academy.”
Hearing that, the woman descended the stairs like an actress from the Takarazuka Revue. Up close, she seemed to be of a respectable age.
”This person is an Assistant Professor? Isn’t he quite young?”
”Larry Fee Getys. He’s the successor to Professor Pauman. He was scheduled to become a professor on the recommendation of the Fourth Sage, but he’s still just an Assistant Professor because of his age.”
The older woman looked at me with a “hmm” gaze, scanning me from my feet to the tips of my hair as if she were licking me.
”He doesn’t look like much, does he?”
That’s none of your business, but I won’t deny it.
”Oh, Larry. This is my husband’s Primary Wife, and my own elder sister, Lysan Balkenhall-Möller.”
Oh, wow. Sister, huh!
The Superintendent married two sisters? That’s something else. More than that, what’s it like to share a husband with your sister?
Well, there are sisters named Emmy and Rena who are maids at the village house. Maybe it’s the same feeling as them. Mind you, I haven’t done anything with them—though I have bathed with them, so I have seen them naked.
Wait, did she just call me “Larry” without any honorifics?
”I am Larry Fee Getys. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
I introduced myself again.
”With a name like that, it sounds like you were adopted into the family.”
The professor’s sister stared at my face as if she were appraising me.
”Yes.”
”Do you have any children?”
”I have a son and a daughter. They are half-siblings, though.”
”A-and the mothers?”
It felt like I was being interrogated.
”The one who bore my son is my third mistress, and the one who bore my daughter is a former classmate.”
”The girl who bore your daughter—you didn’t register the marriage?”
It had become a cross-examination, and I could only answer with a small, quiet “Yes.”
”You’re trash.”
I don’t want to hear that from someone I’m meeting for the first time, but I can’t exactly deny it.
”But, Sister, this is the person Doris fell in love with.”
”Is that so?”
Who? Who is Doris?
A woman who was in love with me? Is there someone like that out there?
I feel like Yutia, Nico, the older sister, and Louise all had feelings for me and we had a physical relationship. The women of the Getys House feel more like family matters, and Henrietta and Marie are complicated. Pamela and Kenze are slaves. Nikole-senpai, who was at Adolf-san’s shop, didn’t have a physical connection, so that doesn’t count. Come to think of it, there was Romy, but does that not count either?
Who else could like me? Who on earth?
”You don’t know who it is?”
”No, it’s not often that women fall in love with me.”
”What a hopeless man.”
It was like I was being scolded by both of them.
”Can you not remember even after seeing my face?”
Professor Lizabel asked me. Looking at the Professor, she has blonde hair and blue eyes. Come to think of it, the older woman also has blue eyes—if so, a blue-eyed child?
The only one who comes to mind is my sister-in-law, Teressa, but she doesn’t have such sharp eyes.
Who is it?
Ah!
”I remembered.”
”No, that’s not it.”
I was with the blonde, blue-eyed Romy, but that’s different.
”We didn’t have much contact, did we?”
Where was this? I looked at the Professor’s face again.
”By any chance, is it the girl who entered Bizan Magic School as the valedictorian?”
”Finally. I didn’t leave much of an impression, did I? Poor Doris.”
That top-of-the-class student was in love with me?
I hadn’t sensed anything like that.
Truthfully, aside from Marie, I hadn’t spoken to anyone in the Harritz territory since the beginning, so it really felt like she was the only one. But, I had just assumed that was because she was the top student, always pulling the class forward.
”No way. A straight-A student like her? Someone like me, a total loner?”
”It’s true. When you failed every single one of your exams, she was absolutely furious, insisting that such a thing was impossible.”
No, but… Marie and I were open about our relationship. I had almost no contact with anyone else in class, so how?
”Well, it seems her feelings cooled off once you transferred to the Academy.”
”I see. That’s actually a bit of a relief.”
”That’s exactly why. I wanted to see for myself what kind of man my daughter fell in love with.”
What is “that’s exactly why”? I don’t follow.
”I’m saying I couldn’t let my daughter’s love interest get stolen right out from under her.”
You’re literally declaring an affair right in front of your own sister.
”It can’t be helped, I suppose. Just make sure you’re careful with contraception.”
The Professor’s older sister left it at that, calm as ever, and headed back up the stairs we’d just come down.
”Now, shall we head to the bath?”
Again, she grabbed my arm, dragging me along as if I were being marched to a cell.
The bath was in a separate wing, accessible through a corridor beside the stairs and a connecting walkway.
”Undress our guest,” the Professor commanded the maid trailing behind us.
The women I’d only just met began removing my clothes with practiced, nimble hands. The one who gave the order kicked off her pumps, let her dress slide off her shoulders, and tossed her gloves aside like they were trash. Beneath the dress, as expected, she wore no bra, though she did have panties on.
Still, what a body—so toned and firm. It didn’t look like a body that had given birth to a classmate of mine (who was two years my senior). She untied the final string, turned, and walked toward me, her breasts—almost absurdly large for such a fit frame—swaying with every step.
Even if the maid was used to this, I was only just getting my upper body bare. She marched right up to me as if she were walking a runway, stopping just inches away.
”Still in your growth spurt, aren’t you? How delightful.”
She spared a glance at my body before saying that. The two maids moved to the sides, ensuring they wouldn’t interfere, and continued stripping me down. As if this were the most natural thing in the world, the mature woman placed her hands on my shoulders and brought her lips to mine.
(Graphite?)3
(Impressive. You’ve already Mind-read me. I’ve paid the price, so let’s enjoy ourselves.)
Since we were making skin-to-skin contact, I dove straight into her consciousness, Mind-reading her. I reached the answer I was looking for, but at the same time, she addressed me via Telepathy.
By then, her tongue was already slipping past my lips; there was no turning back now.
(Are you sure about this? You’re in wartime, and your husband must be having a rough time, right?)
(Precisely because it’s a time like this, isn’t it fine to seek a moment of fleeting pleasure?)
This woman… she’s intense, but honest about her desires. As the maids stripped my lower half, she immediately grabbed hold of me.
(I’ve got a newborn son and daughter, and I feel like this is somehow unfair to the children.)
(You say that while getting this hard? I’ll make you forget all about that…)
The Professor from the floor below my Laboratory knelt, holding me in her hand, looking up with a smile. Then, after rubbing it a few times, she took me into her mouth. She certainly knew how to handle things.
While savoring the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, I felt my shoes and socks being removed.
I need to get the bath going. If she’s going to be this aggressive, I might as well use Mana to have some fun.
As I was lost in the sensation of her tongue technique, things got a little noisy toward the back. What was that?
Professor Lizabel suddenly stood up.
(My husband’s back!)
(Eh?)
(I wonder why.)
The Professor was genuinely puzzled, but I didn’t have time for that. I lunged at the maid who was about to leave with my clothes, snatching them back by force.
”Where’s the exit?”
I sprinted toward the door at the end of the hall the maid pointed to.
”Hey, where’s Leis? Is she asleep already?”
I heard a man’s voice, deep enough to rattle my gut.
This is bad! This is definitely a disaster.
I reached the door, but it was barred. I scrambled, fumbling with the latch.
My heart was pounding out of my chest.
Finally, I threw the bolt, burst outside, and as luck would have it, there was a service entrance right in front of me. I scrambled to put my clothes on before stepping off the property.
I could hear the muffled sound of a man and woman talking from inside the building.
Shit, shit, shit.
The clothes I’d retrieved didn’t have my shoes. Why weren’t they there?
There was no way I could go back for them. I had no choice; I decided to head home barefoot.
I crept up to the service entrance, removed the prop, and stepped out, carefully checking my surroundings.
The residential area was dead silent. In the moonlight, I could walk fine, even without shoes. My tension broke, and I let out a long sigh.
But then…
What the hell am I doing?
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Summary:
Professor Lizabel maneuvers Larry into an uncomfortable drinking session to negotiate for crucial research materials. Larry reluctantly accepts the conditions to acquire information on mana-responsive ore, only to be further enticed into visiting her home. The chapter ends with Larry boarding Lizabel’s carriage, his professional boundaries and personal resolve increasingly compromised.
After being coerced into a carriage by the flirtatious Professor Lizabel, Larry learns about the complex, rigid family life of her husband, a high-ranking Commander of the Guard. They arrive at a massive, estate-like home where Larry is subjected to a condescending interrogation by Lizabel’s sister, the Primary Wife. The encounter concludes with the startling, bewildering revelation that a former valedictorian student named Doris was in love with him.
The protagonist narrowly escapes an illicit encounter at Professor Lizabel’s villa when the husband returns home unexpectedly. Fleeing in a panic, the protagonist manages to reclaim most of their clothes but leaves their shoes behind. They successfully reach the quiet residential streets barefoot, left to contemplate their reckless behavior.
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Trivia:
The Magic Tool Lab was renamed because the previous professor hated sharing a name with the Complex-type lab.
Larry’s drone control range with current technology is limited to 500 meters.
Professor Karl is absent from the faculty meeting because he is serving as the medical unit lead for the king’s military campaign.
Lizabel’s husband has a primary wife, five maids, and two manservants at their home.
Larry is a newly appointed Assistant Professor of Simple-type Magic.
The Haritz Rebellion was an uprising by the noble faction against the King’s centralization.
Lizabel is considered a concubine, though her sister is the Primary Wife.
Larry has children from multiple partners, including a third mistress and a former classmate.
The house Larry is looking at was previously owned by a noble steward who supported the rebellion.
The Professor is Lizabel, who is a mother to a classmate of the protagonist.
The protagonist has a newborn son and daughter at home.
The Professor utilizes Mind-reading and Telepathy, which the protagonist can counter via physical contact.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Lizabel – A newly appointed Magic Academy professor in her late thirties, this dignified, flirtatious, and manipulative noblewoman boasts a striking, voluptuous physique and wears revealing silk dresses. Sharp-witted and confident, she lives next door to the protagonist, eager to investigate their inventions. Known for a scandalous private life, she has a fierce rivalry with Professor Elga Dean, connections to Larry and Katarina, and deep knowledge of the Academy’s inner workings. She recently left her Resonance Systems Laboratory in unrest following property sales of fallen nobles.
• Hoffman – A professor from the third floor who has recently retired. A retired professor of the academy whose position was filled by Leisabel. The predecessor to Lizabel who resigned for personal reasons following a slave market incident involving Rhein Haas.
• Rhein – A former student of Hoffman who was purchased at a slave market.
• Haas – A family name carried by Rhein.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Academy President – The tall, imposing, and gray-haired Head of Bizan Magic School commands authority with a cynical demeanor. Beyond their strict leadership role and sharp interactions with others, they possess an impeccable, sophisticated sense of style that enhances their formidable presence.
• Balkenhohl – A name carried by Lizabel.
• Möller – Doris, a name carried by Lizabel, signifies lineage tied to the academy’s upper social hierarchy, establishing her formal identity as the top freshman and commanding elite status among peers through inherited prestige and institutional recognition.
• Larry Fee Getys – Larry Fee Getys is a Strock Village youth and military researcher dealing with mobilization and personal dilemmas. Born to a Bizan noble family of rugged warriors—including Hardy, Denis, and Teressa—he was raised by aunts Alisa and Monica. Court officials used his academy-recognized lineage to clear him of guilt. He inherits a rugged warrior appearance, holds forest lands, and leads his village.
• Getys – Larry Fee Getys is a Strock Village youth and military researcher dealing with mobilization and personal dilemmas. Born to the Bizan noble family Getys of rugged warriors—including father Hardy, brother Denis, and sister Teressa—he was raised by aunts Alisa and Monica. Court officials used his academy-recognized lineage to clear him of guilt. He inherits a rugged warrior appearance, holds forest lands, and leads his village.
• Larry – A 14-year-old Japanese man reincarnated into a Magic Academy associate professor. Equal in age to Rosa, this cynical, pragmatic dueling champion balances intense administrative and Arsenal Bureau duties with secret magical development, designing circuits and drones. Debt-ridden and isolated, he masks his anxiety with an abrasive wit, protects his partners, and maintains an unconventional household estate while consistently annoyed by the protagonist’s attempts to contact him.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, of the court-recognized Fee lineage, heads the Getys household governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. Embodying traditional authority, his family—including Teressa, served by the maid Nico—manages regional finances. Connected to Adolf and local underworld power structures, the Getys family name, indicating Larry’s lineage, is also part of the protagonist’s full name.
• Pauman – A deceased Academy professor and former Magic Tool Lab head whose course load was inherited by Larry, Eida, and the protagonist. Known for questionable research, an exploitative nature, and a controversial history with female students, he previously mentored Katrina. His past magic ship project stands in stark contrast to the protagonist’s design, and he once renamed his lab to avoid conflicts.
• Fourth – A mysterious and cunning sage who seeks advice from Larry.
• Sage – An elderly instructor and mentor who acts as a schemer behind the scenes. He is responsible for recommending Larry for various academic and safety-related positions.
• Al – Alberto (Al), a massive red‑haired man recently wed to Mary, lives near the Dish Basin. He’s a companion of Hans, helping intimidate and rally elders as a villager and leader.
• Henrietta – Late wife of Larry and deceased Royal Magic Academy research student whose displaced consciousness became a parasite inside her daughter’s body. Eager for Larry’s return, she was the former owner of the slave Pamela, who uses her distinct scent and traits to identify mana sensitivity. Known for her degenerate or perverted nature, she died post-rebellion but remains a central point of reference.
• Marie – Larry’s blunt, sharp-tongued wife is a Magic Academy student and lab employee from the protagonist’s hometown. Currently on maternity leave at the postpartum rest facility she manages, she is the mother of their daughter, Ange. Despite her marriage, she shares a close, affectionate relationship with the protagonist, who previously loved her and assigned her a separate task.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• His Majesty – The King of the realm. He possesses a face described as an expressionless Noh mask, though he shows a flicker of amusement during the legal proceedings. He presides over the high-level deliberations and gives the final word on legal transitions such as duels.
• Karl – A handsome Third Medical Magic professor and cynical acquaintance of Larry, who considers consulting him for academic guidance. He was absent from the celebration but is well-informed about royal movements. He is in a relationship with Darina and shares information about the protagonist.
• Commander – A man leading the mercenary press-gang at the south gate.
• Harritz – A territory associated with the protagonist’s classmates.
• Pamela – A sharp-tongued Elven Mage with distinctive pointed ears, she wears white Gothic Lolita fashion with a lace bonnet-like cap. Formerly Henrietta’s slave, she became Larry’s companion and worker as an inheritance keepsake. This noisy, arrogant academy student and Arsenal Bureau resident is a long-lived, physically capable mentor. Intensely curious, she loyally charges Amber for Larry and makes “night-visits” to investigate mana potential.
• Kenze – An exceptionally powerful Amazoness slave, former intelligence officer, and protagonist’s companion, she has short dark hair and a muscular physique. Direct, foul-mouthed, and stoic, she shares a bed with Pamela and maintains a complex romantic relationship with Larry, whom she once tried to kill but now protects. Wearing a white blouse and slit skirt, she follows Larry to raise her offspring.
• Marquis – An elderly nobleman with a volatile temper. His face turns beet-red when insulted, and he is quick to abandon formal deliberation in favor of a violent resolution via duel.
• Ed – A lanky refugee youth in simple farmer’s garb, Larry’s close friend and fierce protector is now a Military Academy student making claims about the Poll Tax and mortality. Formerly an associate of Captain Bours, he witnessed the Mauer Village skirmish, fled to Strock Village, and joined the militia to train spear-walls and ambush mercenaries, remembered for his quiet resolve to survive.
• Ariane – The protagonist’s sharp-tongued yet protective elder sister figure in the Royal Capital. Holding strong opinions on moral conduct, she frequently scolds her brother Larry for his perceived lack of discretion.
• Mark – The coachman for Leysabel. He is attentive and polite to his superiors.
• Lysan – The elder sister of Leysabel and Primary Wife of the Superintendent. She is sharp, condescending, and suspicious of Larry, subjecting him to a rigorous interrogation upon their meeting.
• Emmy – A ten-year-old maid in the Getys House. She is innocent and looks up to Larry, seeing him as kind. Emmy is aware of her situation but remains hopeful.
• Rena – A 12-year-old maid with short bronze hair and eyes of the same color, possessing a slightly somber demeanor after the loss of her family. Emmy’s older sister, a twelve-year-old maid. She has already experienced violation and maintains a cheerful demeanor despite her circumstances. Rena has short bronze hair and eyes of the same color.
• Doris – Mueller, a flashy blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty from the Royal Capital, tops her magic academy class hierarchy. She ties back her hair to highlight her small head and large eyes, wearing intricate ornaments and modest makeup to mask a calculating, sharp personality behind a polite facade. Elite and provocative, she uses skin-contact magic to read thoughts while subtly prying into Larry’s affairs.
• Louise – A Magic Armored Division member who provides information on war exemptions for the Poll Tax. Reminiscent of Elga, she is expecting a child by the protagonist and taught him a military salute.
• Nikole – Vice President of the Student Council and Chulpan’s assistant, this senior Level-3 Complex-type Nikole mage is a second-year repeating student who lost her tuition exemption after failing credits. Haunted by her past, she now works at a club in a frilly, see-through silk dress without undergarments to pay her fees. Distinguishable by her silver-streaked shoulder-length hair and a rune-etched coat, she previously had her head treated at Linto Field Hospital, where she still works as a medical mage. Once aspiring to marry Larry, she battles a heavy drinking habit that often leaves her intoxicated and lingering with the scent of alcohol.
• Adolf – The behind-the-scenes boss of the Viscounty of Bizan runs a central shop frequented by the protagonist and the Lieutenant Colonel, doubling as an intelligence hub. Dressed in high-quality luxury clothing, he radiates a polite yet dangerous aura. By maintaining crucial connections with powerful mercenaries, he positions himself at the heart of regional events.
• Yutia – A slender, quietly observant maid with fever-scarred skin and distorted muscle tension serves the Getys household. Tending livestock—especially her beloved horse Carpaccio—she stays emotionally distant from others and intimidated by Hans. Despite her isolation, she shares a deep bond with Larry, giving him a braided hair charm and recently sharing her first intimate, mana-based treatment with him.
• Nico – Petite and silver-haired, Teressa is a mana-less fabric merchant’s daughter, Harritz’s granddaughter, and cousin to the Marquis’s captive. A practical yet anxious Bizan Magic School worker, she was abducted by the Marquis but saved by the protagonist, Larry. Now expecting his child, she relies on her confidante Marie and clings to Larry, her romantic partner and sole anchor through recent trauma.
• Niko – An elderly, dignified former slave and ex-head butcher, he is the oldest male servant of the Getys household, loyal to Larry and the family. He drives the carriage, shovels snow, mows grass in the forest, and prefers the stable loft. Possessing deep knowledge of the local landscape and sugar beet business, he aids their transition from the Fee estate with quiet wisdom and steadfast service.
• Romy – A student researcher at the Academy under Larry’s care, she lacks raw ability but is brought along by the protagonist for a research task, appearing as their companion at a funeral. Within the laboratory group, her name is on blueprints for Mana-charging designs. She noticeably reacts to Larry’s stutter, reflecting her relationships with her mentor and peers.
• Teressa – Blonde, short-haired, and blue-eyed, this elegant Gothic Lolita is a Getys House member, village head, and Larry’s pregnant wife/sister-in-law managing Strock Village. Formerly Iffens’ widow and Henrietta’s pupil, the motherly yet sharp woman is acquainted with the protagonist and Marie. Behind her cold, composed exterior lies a mischievous, vulnerable core with a sharp wit, manipulating shared Mana with Larry.
• Bizan – The Bizan family name, held by the Viscount. He is the lord of the territory and owner of the castle built within the Danube River.
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