The Academy is Doomed

Chapter 112

“Hello, teacher!”

“Hi, did everyone enjoy their lunch?”

Fiora cheerfully received the students’ greetings and suddenly turned her head.

Normally, Amon would have picked a fight by saying things like ‘Look at the delinquent pretending to be nice!’ or ‘Even a delinquent can be warm to children!’ but he was sprawled out on the teacher’s desk, completely listless.

There was one reason why Amon was so lifeless.

‘To think the academy’s terrorist attack affected him so deeply….’

The truth was that his wealth accumulation through construction had come to nothing.

However, other teachers didn’t know this fact, and since the only recent incident was the terrorist attack, it wasn’t unreasonable to make such assumptions.

Of course, not everyone believed this blindly.

‘Knowing Amon, he probably had expensive liquor hidden in one of those buildings. That’s why he’s so dejected, isn’t it?’

Sloth shook his head at Marion’s deduction.

‘No, I think he had emergency funds hidden in one of the buildings. And now that money’s completely gone.’

Kai, dissatisfied with these speculations about his respected Amon, said:

‘Come on, I heard senior has been working hard lately distributing promotional flyers. But now with the academy in this state, we can’t accept new students, so that’s why he’s so dejected.’

‘Hehehe, Kai, your head is full of flowers.’

‘Right. What do you take Amon for? By the way, I heard you eat bugs?’

‘…Who said such a thing?’

Thus, the teachers each had their own theories about Amon’s depression.

The surprising thing was that all these speculations could have been true without being strange – this was evidence of just how impressive the image Amon had shown them until now really was.

Anyway, the only common point among all the various speculations was that Amon was depressed.

Indeed, Amon was in despair.

‘Where exactly did my life go wrong?’

It was a question he had asked himself many times, but thanks to what he saw this morning, he seemed to be getting a clue.

Wondering if any new students might come, he was lurking near the school gate when he saw a young man running from afar, exclaiming in excitement.

‘That’s Amonis Academy! To think that I, the third son of a rural noble family, would become a teacher at Amonis Academy!’

The young man who came running with an emotional voice declared boldly:

‘I’ll work hard teaching noble children to gain recognition, build connections steadily, and raise up my family with my own hands! My journey starts now!’

Making what seemed like familiar resolutions, the young man ran towards the academy’s main gate, but as soon as he looked inside, he shouted ‘Amonis Academy is ruined!’ and left without looking back!

It was a sight that provided many realizations.

‘If I had run away without looking back then, would I be living a different life?’

Just as he was tearing up with self-reproach:

“…What kind of delinquent dares to tap the leg of their respected senior?”

“It’s class time.”

Fiora, who disliked using formal speech due to her hostility towards Amon, was slurring her words.

And that was making Amon’s prejudice even deeper.

‘Just like a delinquent, even their way of speaking is sloppy.’

Amon let out a deep sigh and wiped his moistened eyes with the back of his hand as he got up.

“Time has passed so quickly. Delinquent, the textbook.”

Amon skillfully caught the textbook that Fiora threw, and approached the students who were already seated.

“Well then, children. Let’s start class.”

Depression was depression, but classes had to be conducted properly.

* * *

After the history class ended, Amon spoke while organizing the textbooks.

“Hey, delinquent.”

“What is it?”

“Isn’t today your last day of observation?”

Fiora frowned and glared at Amon.

“How did you know that?”

“How would I know? I just know because it’s about time.”

“…”

“Are you preparing well for your classes? Starting tomorrow, you’ll be in charge of your own subject, so you’ll have to teach alone.”

Fiora put the collected student textbooks on the desk and said curtly:

“Mind your own business. I’ll handle it well on my own.”

“Sigh, just like a delinquent, your rebellious phase sure lasts long. Really long. Fine, do well on your own then. I’m leaving first.”

After Amon swiftly left the classroom, Fiora, left alone and fidgeting with the textbooks, had a cold sweat running down her cheek.

‘What should I do? I haven’t done anything.’

Thinking she would end up living a teacher’s life that wasn’t even in her life plans, she spent the first week mostly in worry, and after that, it was a series of days spent fooling around.

‘Hic! Hey, Fiora! Let’s have a drink today too!’

‘Sounds good!’

As it turned out, Fiora was quite good at drinking.

The first time when Marion offered her a drink, it was truly her first time drinking, and it was quite strong alcohol, but in moderate drinking situations, she wasn’t bad enough to say she ‘couldn’t drink.’

Come to think of it, the adults in the Pendorean family also enjoyed drinking quite a bit, so those genes hadn’t gone anywhere.

‘Lady Fiora, it’s nice to take naps over there. Take a nap during class.’

‘Sounds good!’

Now that she had somewhat adjusted, Fiora readily accepted Sloth’s flattery.

Sloth still hadn’t given up on trying to get on the good side of Fiora from the Pendorean duke’s family!

And in Kai’s class:

‘Did you just yawn because the class is boring?’

‘…’

‘To think that Lady Fiora of the prestigious Pendorean family would yawn because class is boring, your observation attitude is terrible! How disappointing!’

‘…’

Since she only got scolded by Kai for her poor observation attitude, Fiora’s feelings toward Kai weren’t particularly good.

Anyway, as a result, Fiora had become a picture-perfect delinquent who enjoyed drinking, took naps during class, and had poor class observation attitudes.

So how could she be prepared for teaching!

‘Ugh, what should I do? But I have no teaching experience. I never even thought about becoming a teacher in the first place, and I don’t have a teaching certificate…’

That’s why they give an observation period for such people.

Although it was a situation where she was crushed by a disaster she brought upon herself, Fiora wore a bitter smile.

‘…But it was comfortable. Since Father is strict, being at home isn’t comfortable.’

While Father can be caring when he wants to be, he’s strict when he needs to be, isn’t that why she’s here?

The only person who indulged her whims back at the family home was Grandmother Diana.

Therefore, the laziness she tasted while being here was incredibly sweet, although the price of that laziness was steadily expanding her once-firm waistline.

‘…Anyway, this isn’t the time for this.’

Faced with the reality of having to start teaching from tomorrow, Fiora decided to seek help from other senior teachers.

‘Let’s go to Senior Marion first.’

Isn’t he the most humane and caring senior when he’s not drinking!

Fiora immediately headed to the faculty office where Marion was.

“Hic! Curriculum?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, but I was wondering if I could get some advice.”

“Hahahaha! Sure, sure. Let’s see~ The curriculum format I used~”

After rummaging through the drawer for a while, Marion pulled out empty hands and laughed.

“It’s not here!”

“Eh.”

“Kekeke! I must have thrown it away.”

“…”

“Why do you need a curriculum anyway? There are no answers in textbooks.”

Marion was the type to teach spontaneously while drunk.

Of course, he did have a curriculum, but it was ingrained in Marion’s body, so it wouldn’t be of immediate help to Fiora.

“Hic! You’ve been watching and learning until now, so can’t you just teach the same way?”

“I, I’m not confident I can do well.”

“Well, if you could learn everything just by watching, why would experience be necessary?”

Marion said while needlessly tilting an empty bottle.

“Sorry but I can’t help you. Want to hear it verbally at least?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Hic! Right, then when you start class, hic, hey. By the way, is there no more alcohol?”

As mentioned, Marion was the most humane and caring when not drinking, but that means he becomes like a dog when drinking!

Fiora quickly ran away.

‘T-then to Senior Sloth…!’

Frantically searching for Sloth, Fiora found a giant caterpillar wriggling in a corner of the training ground.

It was Sloth wrapped in a sleeping bag.

“S-Senior Sloth?”

“Zzzzzz…”

“Senior Sloth!”

“Nyam… mmm, Fio…”

Sloth was sleeping so deeply in the training ground where the sunlight was just right that he wouldn’t wake up even if someone carried her away.

Although Sloth had recently been flattering Fiora to an uncomfortable degree, when sleeping, her lazy nature meant flattery or whatever didn’t matter!

Actually, even when awake, it’s doubtful if Sloth would be helpful with curriculum planning.

‘…I’m doomed.’

Fiora closed her eyes tightly as she instinctively realized this fact.

‘Then do I have to ask Senior Kai and that Amon for help?’

However, she wanted to avoid asking Amon for help no matter what.

It wasn’t just because Amon as a person was irritating, but how could she slink back asking for help when she had just confidently said ‘Mind your own business. I’ll handle it well on my own!’

‘…So let’s go to Senior Kai. I don’t like him either, but he must be better than that person Amon. Ah, I’m going to get scolded terribly again.’

Worried, Fiora went to Kai and got scolded heavily as expected.

“That’s why I told you so many times to pay proper attention during class observation.”

“Uuugh…!”

Kai, who had been nagging endlessly as if trying to make her ears bleed, pulled something out.

“W-what is this?”

“What else? A guide book for creating a curriculum.”

“…Pardon?”

Fiora picked up the book that Kai handed over.

It was too big, thick, and heavy to be called just a book.

‘…You could kill someone if you hit them with this.’

Fiora, who was blankly staring at the book, shuddered.

On the cover was written ‘Even a Monkey Can Create Academy Curriculum – Basic Edition!’

Which means…

Thump, thump thump thump-!

Kai pulled out several more books.

Beginner Edition, Intermediate Edition, Advanced Edition, and Applied Advanced Edition appeared in succession.

“Read them and create it yourself.”

“…”

“What are you standing there for? Aren’t you leaving? Got lots of time? Seems like you have lots of time to make a curriculum then why did you ask for help I don’t understand.”

Fiora left Kai’s room hugging the books and sobbing.

‘I’m finished. I’m a failure.’

Actually, it wouldn’t be a huge problem to start teaching without a curriculum right away.

But it would certainly be sloppy and rushed.

‘Since I’m teaching anyway, I want to do it well…I should have prepared the curriculum earlier! I shouldn’t have been lazy just because it’s my first time living outside!’

But regret is always too late no matter how early you do it!

Fiora, who berated herself for her laziness, read the first page of ‘Even a Monkey Can Create Academy Curriculum – Basic Edition!’

‘I’m worse than a monkey!’

It was the moment Fiora burst into tears.

“What are you doing standing in the middle of the hallway?”

“…Gasp!”

Fiora turned her head at the sudden voice from behind.

Amon was standing there, sipping chamomile tea.

“W-what is it?”

“How strange. I asked what you were doing first, but you’re asking what it is.”

“…”

“Hm? What’s that?”

Amon looked at the book Fiora was holding and let out a hollow laugh.

“Oh my, it’s the monkey series.”

“…You know about this?”

“Of course. I have it too.”

“Y-you have this?”

Amon nodded.

“It’s helpful when making a curriculum. Just has a lot of unnecessary content.”

“…”

“But you’re the first person I’ve seen who has it besides me.”

It wasn’t Fiora’s but Kai’s, but Amon didn’t know that fact.

Amon, who took a gulp of chamomile tea that helps greatly with mental stability, said:

“Have you finished the curriculum?”

“…Not completely.”

Not completely – she hadn’t even started!

Amon smirked at Fiora’s words.

“I thought so. Well, if you had finished, you wouldn’t be reading that.”

Fiora suddenly felt irritated at Amon’s sarcastic words.

How could he mock someone even at a time like this?

Just as Fiora was about to snap back in irritation:

“Come with me for a moment.”

“…What?”

When Amon, who suddenly said this, started walking heavily, Fiora followed behind without knowing why.

Shortly after, arriving at his room, Amon handed over several sheets of paper.

“Take it. It’s your class curriculum.”

“What? My curriculum?”

As Fiora blinked blankly, Amon took a sip of tea and said:

“I made it just in case, and just in case became as expected.”

“…”

“I only learned science superficially so I don’t know the details, so modify the specifics yourself, okay? As for the class progress, you can decide as you go while carefully going through the textbook and checking if the students understand.”

Fiora, who was blankly reading the curriculum Amon had handed over, bit her lip hard.

Even to her untrained eye, it was a meticulously well-made curriculum.

“Um, excuse me.”

“What? Is there something you don’t understand?”

“W-why did you make this for… me?”

Simple goodwill?

Concern for a junior?

Though she couldn’t be certain, just as emotion that seemed like genuine appreciation for this clear consideration towards her was beginning to rise:

“Because a delinquent wouldn’t be able to make a curriculum, so I made it just in case. Why?”

Not goodwill but distrust!

The appreciation that was beginning to rise immediately bowed its head.