A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

153 – The Gap That Cannot Be Overtaken (3)

Last three days.

What happened to Professor Edmund Ducastel?

Before talking about this, we need to think for a moment about a man named Count Edmund Ducastel.

A typical hard-core Nostrum noble-type human.

A person who takes it for granted that Gibraltar protects the kingdom, and thinks that the Nostrum royal family is great because of its bloodline.

At the same time, a person who has strong hostility towards the empire.

I am not a traitor.

He died before he became a traitor.

He did not die as a particularly loyalist, but he was one of those who died unluckily.

Poisoning.

Perhaps he was killed by the empire, or died due to the political actions of those around him.

Considering that the Habsburg emperor had no memory of it, I presume that it was probably an ‘assassination by someone close to him who pretended to be assassinated by the shadow of the empire.’

An old man with no character.

If we were to consider what this person did at the academy, it can be summarized in one simple line.

Noir Gibraltar’s credits were reduced.

He ended up getting points deducted for one unexcused absence.

Why?

There is one secret contained here that no one knows.

“Father, I would like to ask you a question.”

[Speak.]

Through the remote communication tools obtained from the Empire, I was able to have a very brief, real-time conversation with someone in a room in the Gibraltar estate.

“Is Edmund Ducastel also a type of ‘Saint Geo’?”

[I was one of the scum who confessed to your mother.]

“There is an answer. Thank you.”

Why Edmund Ducastel Fucked Noir Gibraltar.

After thinking about various reasons, in the end, the basis was linked to the male’s logic and pettiness.

[Okay. Were you planning on coming down during vacation?]

“I’m thinking of going down with Astasia for about two weeks. There’s even talk of ‘that’ coming too.”

[Hmm. I’m waiting.]

“Yes.”

Communication was lost.

In the first place, this communication is so cost-effective that it requires a high-grade magic stone to communicate for about a minute.

However, if more than a high-level magic stone or more information is exchanged in that one minute or so communication, then that alone has enough merit.

Earl Edmund.

Pack the trash appropriately so it does not smell like sewage and throw it into the empire.

For that to happen, Count Edmund must first be in trouble.

“There’s no need to get me into trouble.”

Due to political issues, he is already in trouble.

“That’s why they should have given equal scores.”

Professor Edmund.

The standards and results of grades he gave to students were confirmed by all professors who participated in the faculty meeting.

s*xual manipulation.

To be exact, favoritism and discrimination against ‘specific students’.

“This is manipulation, manipulation.”

Professor Edmund deliberately gave low scores not only to Noir Gibraltar but also to students studying abroad in the Empire.

“Even if it is manipulated, is it so obvious?”

Did you think it would be a problem?

You must have thought about it.

You may have thought that it would be a problem if someone found out or if someone raised a counterargument.

It’s not a problem if you cover it.

It’s an issue that could become a problem if it’s revealed.

“That’s how Nostrum has been so far.”

Since no one pointed out that this was a problem, we just did it out of inertia.

“It’s an issue that shouldn’t happen anywhere else, but…”

Previously it was status discrimination against commoners, but this time it was personal petty revenge and national discrimination.

“You shouldn’t have done that in Orosol.”

* * *

“I will strip Professor Edmund of his professorship and confiscate his laboratory.”

In the conference room where professors were gathered, President Winchester, sitting at the head of the table, opened his mouth with a stern expression.

“Grand Duke! What do you mean!”

Count Edmund, a middle-aged man with dark hair and a thick beard, jumped up, hitting the table with his hand.

“Deprivation!”

“I am not here as the Grand Duke, but as the president of Orosol Academy.”

President Winchester hinted at a warning, but unfortunately, Earl Edmund is a man of similar age to President Winchester.

“Even if he is the chancellor, that doesn’t mean he isn’t also the archduke and prime minister! The archduke of Winchester! “This is an insult to the Count Ducastel!”

“Is Edmund’s individual deviation a deviation of the entire Count Ducastel family?”

“That’s right! Because I am Count Ducastel!”

Sometimes, among nobles, there are people who tend to identify themselves with their family.

‘That’s fun.’

It was nice to come see it.

Since it is a faculty meeting, I have no official reason to participate, but I am sitting on a chair against the wall and watching the faculty meeting under the pretext of being the chairman of the foundation.

“How can you come to such a one-sided conclusion? Surely something like this didn’t happen at the last faculty meeting!”

It was like that.

At the faculty meeting before I had dinner with Vice President Bathory, we simply talked about ‘Is this a problem?’

To be precise, ‘Is this a matter for disciplinary action and dismissal according to the regulations?’ Or ‘Is this a matter that violates the regulations?’

“Are you trying to move on from kicking me out of the Academy? Or are you trying to oust the Count Ducastel family!”

“Count.”

“Call me ‘Professor’! I haven’t put down being a professor yet!”

The president himself approved the dismissal at a faculty meeting, but Count Ducastel seemed to have no intention of backing down.

“Why should I quit being a professor? Explain why!”

Why are you trying to hold on to your position as a professor?

There are complex reasons, but fundamentally it is because the parties concerned do not understand.

“I am a professor at the Academy who was appointed by the orders of His Majesty the King! How can you dismiss me based on the rules of the Academy? Orosol Academy is higher than His Majesty the King!”

“Count…!”

“Otherwise, you can’t fire me just because the professors decided among themselves! Especially just for this ridiculous reason!”

Student discrimination.

The reason for everything from disciplinary action to dismissal.

“I am Edmund Ducastel…!”

He complains at length about his injustice.

You listen with one ear and let it out with the other, guessing the true intentions behind the appeal.

‘First of all, I regret the money.’

The salary exceeding a billion won that should be earned as a professor is lost.

All professors invited to Orosol Academy receive an annual salary of at least one billion won, and the amount due for the remaining period naturally expires.

‘I feel embarrassed.’

More than anything, it’s embarrassing.

During the first semester, no student was expelled from the academy for violating the rules, but now he was expelled before the student.

‘And fundamentally, the biggest thing to think is ‘that’s just the reason’.’

I am not ashamed of myself.

They talk about things they should be ashamed of as if the feeling of shame itself does not exist.

“Evaluation of students is the professor’s individual authority! I only evaluated students based on objective standards, and there is no reason to change the grade!”

There is absolutely no answer.

The answer is already there and it’s over, but I’m holding on and struggling and trying not to back down.

Ssyuk.

We exchange glances.

President Winchester looks at me, and I look towards Vice President Bathory.

“Count Ducastel.”

Vice President Bathory slowly stood up from his seat

“Did you deduct the Noir Gibraltar student’s points out of loyalty to the Nostrum royal family?”

“What?”

“No, I’m just curious. Honestly, isn’t that right? The Count cut his points, so Noir Gibraltar became the second chief, and thanks to that, Princess Naria became the only chief.”

“That’s just a coincidence! I’m the only one who gave him an A!”

Despite Vice-Chancellor Bathory’s words, Count Edmund seemed to have no intention of backing down.

“As long as Noir Gibraltar showed up properly that day, there would be no problem!”

From noble mtl dot come

“Don’t you know better what happened that day?”

“Hmph! It’s my fault for not properly taking care of the subordinate I brought from the family!”

The sharp voice instantly caught the attention of some professors, but I listened to the story leisurely, crossing my legs and playing with the knee of my right leg.

If you say it’s a big deal, it’s a big deal.

Every year, how many commoners are injured or killed by a nobleman’s carriage running down the street?

If you say that it is not a horse-driven automatic carriage, but a magic automatic ship, or even the magic automatic ship of St. Geo Nostrum with the Nostrum flag fluttering on the outside.

Unlucky Wednesday was hit by that automatic boat.

To be exact, the rocks that hit the wheel flew up from the floor into the sky, and Wednesday had no time to dodge.

‘Actually, there were several victims other than Wednesday.’

Can’t a shadow from an empire avoid that?

That said, there were quite a lot of casualties at the time.

It is a ‘death’ box.

Our crazy king, Saint Geo Nostrum, ran the magic automatic ship at top speed, and the central square and boulevard of Orosol Academy were highways perfectly suited for such an automatic ship.

Wednesday, who had gone out to buy snacks for Noir on an errand, was injured when her magical automatic ship went out of control and saved a child who was almost killed by a flying rock.

As for the others, well, it was just unfortunate that Wednesday or her knight wasn’t around.

“For whatever reason, I have no intention of stepping down because of this!”

And the snowball that rolled from that unfortunate accident is now on the verge of exploding.

“If anyone tries to challenge me with this matter from now on, I will accept it as a formal challenge to the Count Ducastel!”

“Do you want to fight a territory war?”

“There’s nothing you can’t do!”

An imminent situation.

If things continue like this, it will be a situation where we have to back down, saying, ‘It’s a little against people who are too extreme.’

‘I expected it.’

The results are already out.

The only question remaining is whether Count Edmund will accept it obediently or continue to stumble uglyly.

“It’s a territory war. It’s difficult.”

President Winchester paused, playing with his beard.

“Oh.”

Togak, ttogak.

I waited to hear that sound, and President Winchester’s face lit up.

Squeak.

The door opens.

The tightly closed doors of the conference room opened to the left and right, and a blonde woman appeared in a uniform.

“Me, Naria Geo Nostrum?”

Naria, who had modified the crown prince’s clothes to fit herself, stepped in front of her with her her back her behind her.

“As the student council president, I am here to help students who have suffered injustice.”

“Wearing the crown prince’s clothes, saying something like that?”

“Just as President Winchester is the Archduke and Prime Minister, I am also the student council president and heir to the throne.”

“…No way!”

In fact, Naria was waiting from the beginning.

This professor’s conference was originally held by the judge who borrowed the format of the conference.

In the trial, the parties were unable to accept the ruling and continued to stumble.

“Naria Geo Nostrum, heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Nostrum and student council president, supports the results of the faculty meeting.”

“This…!”

If you’re being unreasonable, just be even more unreasonable.

“Now.”

Just as Count Ducastel uses his authority and power to resist.

“Are you going to go directly against the academy’s rules that I also intend to follow?”

Naria is also using her power freely.

“You are a princess…!”

“He is the person who will become the next great king.”

“!!”

It’s a petty and petty threat, but because it’s simple and clear, the threat is sure to work.

“Count Edmund Ducastel.”

If you get caught, you get X.

“I will remember this exactly.”

She may not like it, but Naria is Saint Geo’s daughter.

* * *

“Damn, damn!”

Men’s restroom.

“Damn it!”

An old man slams his fist against the bathroom sink and vents his anger.

“It’s not good for your health if you get angry like that. Sir.”

“Are you…?”

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

I walked leisurely outside, using my cane, and stood next to the sink.

“You’re tripping over my own absence. You got into trouble because of a horny, ugly guy who wanted to be the top student. I apologize on your behalf.”

“…Keuhum.”

Count Ducastel does not react strongly.

This person knows it well.

The relationship between Gray and Noir.

“What did your brother say?”

“My brother came to me and asked me what to do. This is ridiculous. How can I challenge the authority of a professor while still being a student?”

“Do you think so too?”

“Yes. If I had been able to speak formally at a faculty meeting, I would have responded head-on on the spot.”

Subjunctive law.

But since he didn’t do that, he subtly reveals that he has no power right now.

“I will block this dismissal.”

“Are you…?”

“Yes. Of course, the situation is annoying right now, so I think it would be a good idea to correct my grade.”

“Uhm…”

At first it was a matter of pride.

However, if we continue like this, we are on the verge of becoming a more serious situation than expected, which may lead to a real territorial war.

“When a storm comes, even if it feels like shit, you have to close the windows and avoid the rain. Now is the time to do that.”

“…”

To be precise, it is ‘one step away from falling into the eyes of the next king.’

“I’m not just saying this.”

Subtly.

“Would you like to come to my ‘party’?”

I took out a glass bottle containing a red potion from my pocket and placed it in front of Count Ducastel.

“[Quislings] Welcomes Count Ducastel.”