"Villier Nightingale", commonly known as "Professor Villier", was among the prominent characters in the visual novel. He shared a similar fate to Art, though he died much earlier, yet his presence never diminished from the plot.

He was a vampire from "GrandNighter" , and a noble one at that. From the few memories he was still allowed to remember, he knew the vampire was a major villain in the first arc, which was supposed to last until the end of the first semester. As he listened to his little speech, Art was also formulating a plan on how to deal with him.

"As most of you already know, while the principle has deemed you worthy, it is now up to the academy to decide if you are qualified to teach. Such a nuisance it is, but alas, the rules are the rules—so I have personally been sent here to do just that."

Finishing his speech with a disdainful look, he snapped his fingers, and three figures manifested behind him. Each carried an air of experience and valor befitting the toughest of individuals.

"I thought we only did this for the kids."

Stepping forward while tensing his muscles was a hulking man standing about seven feet tall, with a body that would put bodybuilders to shame. He was "Professor Levi", a warrior known for his achievements—single-handedly slaying a "Class Four Mana Beast" at the age of twenty, a feat few could hope to achieve. Currently, he had retired and worked as the P.E. teacher for most of the academy's students.

"The Mistress wanted to spice it up a bit."

Responding to Levi's words was " "Professor Cerci", a curvaceous, grey-haired beauty in a maid costume. There wasn't much to say about her besides her peculiar taste in fashion, but she was undoubtedly eye candy, leaving the various men in the crowd—along with Art—blushing as she waved at them, her bountiful chest bouncing with the gesture.

"Let's just get this over with."

Walking past Villier with a dull look in her lifeless blue eyes was "Professor Grim", a retired assassin with green hair and dark circles under her eyes.

"There's thirteen. Take four each, and I'll handle the odd one out."

With a coordinated nod, the figures of the four instructors blurred, and soon, Art found himself the only candidate still standing in the room.

"Professor Villier."

"Take it."

Villier passed a silver longsword to Art before his body disappeared, reappearing a dozen meters away. Art, now grasping the longsword, lightly swung it.

"An amateur at best."

Villier was no swordsman and gladly proclaimed himself a prodigy mage, but even he could tell the young man before him had never held a sword before—no, that was being generous. His hands had never known any weapon before. Such an amateur, such a naive fool, had unknowingly sneaked into the ranks of this academy because of the foolish mistakes of the headmistress.

In all his years as a mage, never had he seen someone so inferior in manners yet superior in strength. Every day since he had accepted her offer, he had to live knowing he had to obey that woman until retirement.

"As always, I have to clean up her mess."

Gritting his teeth with an expression full of resentment, his eyes ignited with tremendous killing intent as a surge of scarlet energy burst from his body, flooding the room with his presence.

His aura raged like a crimson tsunami, rushing forth like an unstoppable tide, aiming to crush the wall that was Art.

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Rapidly tapping her desk with a stern expression, Head mistress Cassandra kept her eyes fixed on the monitor before her, silently observing the four surveillance camera screens.

Three displayed the qualified personnel she had sent to face three of the academy's instructors.

For that bunch, she had already assessed them, and knowing their talents, she was certain they had already passed. Whatever they were doing now was merely for show. So even as she watched them get helplessly beaten by the instructors—soon to be their colleagues—she wasn't that disappointed. After all, those three had backgrounds not just as mere warriors and mages, but as "Heroes". They had fought the Abyss, had been molded by it, and had overcome it. They were exceptional not just in talent but in skill, and coupled with the fact that they were each far superior in rank, defeat was the only fate awaiting the new teachers.

But on the fourth and final monitor, a strange sight unfolded.

Art Lighter—a genius by mundane standards, and one of the few Awakened still living on the planet. He was an aura user with average-level talent, the kind that wouldn't normally get him hired by her academy. But by a twist of fate, here he was, undergoing a scripted vetting.

"Shit… I can't believe my drunkenness is going to get a kid bruised."

Villier's killing intent was so intense that even she could sense it from where she sat. She knew that brat had it out for her and was only following her orders because she was both his superior in status and strength.

The vampire brat was an elitist, a fool who believed only those from noble bloodlines should inherit superior rank, and that commoners had no share in such privilege.

Such a flawed ideology was to be expected from a vampire noble.

An entitled noble was already hard to deal with—what more an entitled "vampire" noble?

Even with all that, she had scouted him for his talent and potential. She had thought that spending time with students from all backgrounds would change him a little, but it seemed he was going to fail her and never change.

"I guess I'll have to double the compensation," she whispered, placing her head on the table, mentally exhausted. Villier was rather famous for his ruthless even rivaling Grim whom had a background in killing.

"I just hope he doesn't go too overboard."

Watching the camera pan to Art, she prayed for his safety.

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