Chapter 186 – Dead Poets Society (10)
Muspel Aristo was now in a complicated state of mind. He was a passionate young man who entered the graduate school of the academy and began studying history. As a historian, it was his life’s goal to engrave his name on one side of a history book.
When Muspel Aristo told him he was going to graduate school, everyone stopped him. It was because graduate school professors were so trashy that it was standard for them to steal papers and post them under their own names, and there were rumors that they treated graduate students like slaves.
Still, Muspell Aristo wanted to go to graduate school. He believed that he could succeed without fail, overcoming the abuse and abuse of professors. 24-year-old Muspel Aristo was such a passionate person.
“Her her…”
But when Muspel Aristo woke up after a brief nap, he found himself covered in wrinkled skin and lumps of fat. His pants his would n’t go down even when he fastened his belt to the end, and his leather vest his was screaming at the limit. And next to him was a man who claimed to be the priest of the Archangel Church.
“You are a professor of History at the Academy. Muspel Aristo.”
“I… You mean?”
“Yes. You.”
I wanted to succeed. However, the success that came suddenly was conveying only futility in his heart. Suddenly he became middle-aged, the world changed, and the priest he had never seen before was encouraging him to be a prominent professor. When I pinched his cheek, I felt a tingling pain. Is this really not a dream?
“I, what should I do?”
“I am giving you a chance. You were a very, very bad professor.”
“I mean?”
Aristo couldn’t understand Lucius’ words. Was he a bad professor? From the time he entered graduate school, he faced all kinds of dirty scandals from professors. How many years had he made up his mind not to be like that? Aristo couldn’t believe Lucius’ words. He couldn’t believe he had become such a scumbag.
“It is a lie.”
“You were a pretty nice person 30 years ago.”
Lucius said that while looking over Aristo’s teaching certificate. His age his, as recorded on his annual renewal certificate, was 54 years old. Aristo touched his face again and let out a blank laugh. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing. Lucius stood up and spoke to Aristo.
“Would you like to go to the graduate students?”
“Ah yes.”
The two got up. Aristo still had many questions. He did not know whether this world was a dream or a reality, but he also wondered what kind of person he would be if he became a professor. Lucius said Aristo was a wicked man, but he was not a matter of being trusted with a word.
An ornate golden name tag was attached to the door. Aristo asked.
“Only my name tag is golden.”
“They say the students made it voluntarily.”
“Also.”
Lucius saw that Aristo smiled in delight at the expression ‘voluntary’. Lucius thought there was no need to break Aristo’s illusion already.
When the door to the staff room opened, the teachers scattered in order, like rats in a sewer lit up by the light. They went back to their respective seats, buried their faces in the papers, and started filling out the documents. There were passionate people who focused on their thesis, and there were people who struggled to stay awake with sullen faces.
Aristo could not believe that these people were all his graduate students. A beat later when Aristo entered, an employee stood up as the representative and greeted them.
“School, Professor! What did you come back for?”
“Oh, that, I just came.”
Aristo said awkwardly. The teachers were a little surprised by Aristo’s lukewarm response to his. Aristo still couldn’t realize his reality. All of these people are his own graduate students? The faces of the students here resembled those of their seniors who were trying to stop them from entering graduate school.
“You. What is your name?”
Aristo asked the name of the most tired-looking graduate student. He looked at Aristo with a drawn face, then stammered in reply.
“Ahhh… This is Ali. I submitted my graduation thesis today…”
“Graduation thesis?”
“Aaaaa!”
At Aristo’s one word, Ali screamed and ran out. Lucius panicked and ran to catch Ali, and now only Aristo was left. Weird. Something was strange. I heard that I received my graduation thesis, but there was nothing like a graduation thesis on my office desk. He took a seat in the staff room chair and sat down. As soon as he sat down, the teachers rushed over, one rubbing his shoulders and the other taking off and polishing his shoes.
“What, what are you doing?”
Embarrassed, Aristo shouted. The graduate students said with a grin.
“Nuh, isn’t that your usual routine, Professor? If you always sit there, I would like you to massage his feet and shoulders his and shine his shoes his… Other professors do everything for their students, but they said they were disappointed that they didn’t receive it…”
“Did I say that?”
When Aristo asked in surprise, the graduate student shook his head and shouted.
“No! You never said anything like that! This is all done voluntarily by us! Professor! Please don’t kick me out! My parents are waiting for me at home… Hehe…”
“I won’t kick you out. Calm down.”
Hehe… Black…”
Aristo had his head blank. What kind of person was I? How trashy was the professor, so the graduate students are trembling? Aristo asked the graduate student.
“How many years have you been going?”
“…Eight years.”
“Eight years, why did you graduate for eight years…”
“Huh… Black… Sin, sorry… ! Because I, I am lacking!”
Eight years, at the time of his graduation from the academy graduate school, at most three years was enough. I’ve only had two of them in the 8 years I’ve had them. Didn’t graduate or didn’t graduate. The latter seemed obvious. Aristo could not accept this reality. I, who hated the professors so much, became the same human being as the professors?
Aristo wanted to deny this fact. He got up from his seat. He walked back to his room his. Anxiety lingered in the sound of his busy footsteps. I saw a doorplate shining with golden light. While fiddling with the name tag, Aristo remembered what Priest Lucius had said.
[“Only my name tag is golden.”
“They say the students made it voluntarily.”]
“Ah…”
Aristo opened the door. Ornate decorations. Excessive luxuries. The pride and inquisitive spirit that a historian should have had already been buried in gold and seemed to have been forgotten. My legs trembled. Aristo sat in his chair and looked at his trash can. He poked his head out and looked inside and saw that it was full of wads of paper. Aristo opened the wad of paper.
[Graduation thesis]
“Aaaaagh!”
Aristo screamed and threw the trash can. He himself had become a more terrible human being than any of the professors he had ever hated. Aristo shivered and buried himself on the sofa. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
“How was it?”
Lucius came in. Aristo shook his head and said.
“Why are you doing this to me? Why are you showing me these nightmares? This is not me. How, how could this be? Please, please me…”
“Professor Aristo. It’s not too late. Yes?”
“N-It’s not too late… What…”
“You can reflect on yourself now and free the graduate students trapped in the academy. Yes?”
“Even now…”
“It’s not too late. Yes?”
“Ahhh…”
Professor Aristo began to cry. Lucius shook his head slightly and quietly left the room.
***
Next day. The story that Professor Aristo had changed spread throughout the graduate school. After meeting Lucius, there was a change of heart, and he began to devote himself to research like graduate students. He graduated all graduate students who had completed their graduation year, and declared that he would guarantee the best possible research conditions for graduate students who still had the remaining period.
Lucius, the main character of the case, was bombarded with questions about how he changed Professor Aristo like that, but he did not answer. Professor Aristo apologized to student Ali for tearing up his graduation thesis and promised that he would do his best to look into it if he wrote a thesis with the same contents again, starting with Lucius as a faith among teachers.
Lucius had no intention of letting go of the moving gazes pouring on him. He said.
“Everyone. Aren’t you the history department teachers?”
“Yes!”
“Yes! That’s right!”
Staff room. The teachers here once hated Lucius, but now they were human beings who would die even if Lucius told them to die. They would do anything for Lucius, who freed them from slavery. They were no longer graduate students and teachers. They were teachers who proudly held the title of Doctor of History.
“I have a request for you.”
“What is it?”
“When you teach classes in the future, please insert the content that beastmen and mermaids are also beings to love.”
“Oh, that, that…”
And Lucius’ request to such teachers was simple. No need to actively talk. Decorate the class with content that will appeal to mermaids and beastmen. After all, Professor Aristo doesn’t get involved in the academy class anyway. He has to get rid of prejudice against Suin from middle school and high school students.
“You’re good at not showing off, aren’t you? I’m not saying distort it. It is to be praised.”
“If that’s enough, I’ll do it. The priest has freed us from slavery. If we can’t listen to this much, we will end up becoming human beings just like you. When I discuss the history of fishing in the future, I will refer to the love story between a fisherman and a mermaid!”
When one teacher started the engine, the other teachers responded in unison.
“I will do it too! In the future, when I talk about modern history, I will mix in stories about what would have happened if there had been prisoners!”
“When I talk about art history, I’m going to talk about the prison seductresses who seduced people in the nude!”
“When I talk about the remaining beauties in world history, I will talk about the aesthetic standards of beastmen and mermaids!”
Lucius laughed very pleased. Now, if he went back, the only thing left for him to do was to be praised by Sellu, Eve, and Elsie.
“Hehe.”
“Priest? What does that mean?”
“Hehe is Hehe. Do you understand?”
“Ah yes.”
Lucius thought as he flew a beetle into the air. How many professors are there in the academy? How many graduate students can you make?
