I’m Not Becoming a Graduate Student! – Chapter 42

“…So, are you saying it’s all just a bunch of ridiculous rumors~?”

“Well, not entirely… rumors always get twisted, right?”

About 10 minutes later.

After Sion’s lengthy explanation, Maguniria nodded, clearing up the misunderstanding.

The rumors about Sion floating around in Bijanity… especially those related to women, were completely false.

‘I never imagined such rumors would circulate in Bijanity.’

Bijanity, which functioned similarly to the previous life’s “Ex-Litaime.”

Sion didn’t frequently use Bijanity, either in his past life or the present.

He only logged in to check the timetable or course syllabus.

So he had no idea how exaggerated the rumors about him had become.

Was someone editing them maliciously?

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding~. But… seeing you use Healing magic earlier, your magical talent must be real~.”

“It’s embarrassing, but yes, that’s correct.”

“…Then, what about those rumors related to women~?”

“That’s not true!”

“I’m just joking~.”

Maguniria chuckled.

Sion sighed inwardly at the sight of her face.

While the muscle pain had vanished thanks to the Healing magic, now his head was throbbing.

“I’m sorry for causing a scene earlier~. Um… please don’t tell the other students about it~?”

“A scene? What do you mean by that…?”

He had shown so many scenes that he couldn’t even guess which one she meant.

Maguniria subtly shifted her gaze away from Sion’s intense questioning.

Then she grabbed a pillow from the health room bed and buried her face in it.

“Seriously, that was disgraceful~!!! Forcing a lady to say such shameless things!!”

“…P-Professor?? Please stop, stop!”

“Aah!! My shoulder just got touched! I’ve been defiled! Defiled— Aah~.”

Whoosh.

Sion snatched the pillow away from her.

Maguniria, with wide eyes, stared at the pillow.

Her mouth, which had been spewing lewd comments, was now tightly shut.

…What’s in this pillow?

“…What exactly are you doing?”

“Ugh… I-I’ll explain~. Actually~.”

She started wiggling her fingers as she continued explaining.

“I’m a half-demon harp, you see~. My mother is a s- succubus, and my father is human~.”

“…A succubus?”

“Yes, so I’m a succubus half~. Ah! Don’t get the wrong idea~! I’m not a pervert or anything like that~.”

“……”

With a story that lacked credibility, Sion looked at her with a doubtful expression.

“It’s true~! The reason I suddenly blurt out weird things is… it’s because of the ‘succubus’ soul within me~.”

“What’s the soul of a succubus supposed to be…?”

“The succubus soul inside me keeps whispering, you know. Even now, it’s whispering.”

She stared blankly into space as she muttered.

“If I reveal I’m a succubus, won’t you pounce on me? It’s a student-professor relationship, but those kinds of relationships tend to ignite passion. Especially if it’s during vibrant youthful years. So—”

“Yeah, I get what you’re saying.”

Sion immediately covered her mouth.

In short, Professor Maguniria Mamiya was a mixed blood of a succubus and a human.

She didn’t possess any abilities from the succubus, but it seemed the whispers in her heart kept coming.

…Whispers that included lewd phrases and such.

“So, was that wild outburst earlier really happening because of this?”

“It wasn’t a wild outburst~! I mean, it could be classified as one, but… it was just a slip of the tongue due to surprise! Normally, I hold it in and mutter to myself when no one is around~.”

“……”

“D-Don’t look at me with those eyes, Professor!”

Sion stared at Maguniria with cold eyes, pondering.

Maybe there weren’t any normal professors at this academy after all.

‘Now that I think about it, wasn’t Professor Mehden Demurniza the most normal of them all…?’


The one who taught Magic Combat Practice, Mehden Demurniza.

Though he had a stern and fierce impression, he was the only one who somewhat resembled the professors from my previous life.

…It didn’t dawn on him when he was being scolded for failing; he actually felt like a fairy back then.

“Why did you suddenly go quiet~? You’re not thinking of using my half-succubus weakness to control me, are you? No, right~?”

“I’m not.”

“Ugh….”

Sion decided to clear his mind.

In front of him was a woman who looked like a professor but acted like a high school boy who loved lewd jokes.

He tried to focus his thoughts, telling himself not to get distracted.

‘If I fall for her tricks, I don’t know what will happen.’

If he slipped up and laid a hand on her, it might cause some serious trouble.

Especially with those ridiculous rumors circulating in Bijanity about his relationships with women.

If undeniable evidence came out…

“Professor, I have a request.”

“O-oh, here it comes!!!”

She covered her face with her hands.

While peeping through her fingers at Sion.

Sion sighed and made his ‘request.’

“…I’d like to learn some Healing magic.”

“You want me to show you something… not take off your clothes, right? Healing magic, you say~?”

“Yes, Healing magic.”

Healing magic.

As the name suggests, it heals wounds or resolves abnormalities like poisoning or paralysis.

In this medieval fantasy world, where losing your life could happen at any time, it was an essential type of magic.

‘It’s uncertain when I’ll find the opportunity to learn Healing magic. I guess I’ll just have to learn from this person, even if it feels a bit untrustworthy.’

In the first semester of the first year, it would be hard to learn Healing magic.

So he planned to at least pick up 1st and 2nd Circle magic from her.

Maguniria scrutinized Sion’s face with raised brows.

“Are you really asking for Healing magic~?”

“Yes, if you can’t teach me, just showing me would be fine.”

“…Is Sion a homosexual by any chance?”

“…If you won’t show me, I’ll just leave.”

“Wait, that’s not it!”

Thud!

Maguniria clutched Sion’s hand.

Looking at the captured hand, she inhaled sharply and pulled away.

She mumbled under her breath.

“With that kind of magical talent, you’ll become a grand figure one day, so it’s best to curry some favor….”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, nothing! Since I already showed you Healing, let me show you another spell.”

Her true thoughts seemed to be leaking out.

Sion decided to ignore it, convinced that it was an adult situation.

Maguniria, perhaps trying to change the subject, immediately began to chant.

“Oh, deity of healing, save the poisoned lamb… Cure!”

Paaah!!

A green light enveloped Sion.

It felt similar to Healing, but somehow different.

While Healing felt like a careful circulation throughout his body, Cure was simply a swift sweep that vanished immediately.

The 1st Circle healing spell, ‘Cure’ was now added to Sion’s magic tome.

“This spell can cure the target’s poison status~.”

“…So, this is Cure?”

“Let me show you some more~.”

Maguniria gradually demonstrated other healing spells.

He learned 1st Circle spells: Healing, Cure, Cleanse, Holy, and Buff.

Sadly, she couldn’t show him any 2nd Circle spells.

“To run the health room, I can’t use too many 2nd Circle spells~. If my magic power runs low, I won’t be able to heal anyone~.”

“I understand. It’s been a great experience. Thank you.”

“I’ve just taken your first experience, Sion~. Hehe.”

“…Are you not supposed to say that to the pillow?”

“I usually do it like that when there are others around to minimize the noise… but you don’t seem to mind it much, do you?”

She smiled bashfully like that.

Her smile was undeniably beautiful, likely a trait from her succubus heritage.

…Though the content of her mind was at the level of an energetic middle school boy.

“Have you really never been caught by the other students?”

“How rude~. Of course, I haven’t~! I was just so surprised earlier; I accidentally spoke my mind because you’re such a big name in Bijanity~.”

“Even if you say that confidently, it’s not very persuasive….”

“Oh, right~!”

Clap!

Maguniria clapped her hands together.

With a thoughtful expression, she pulled something out of her pocket.

What she held was her professor ID.

“This professor ID has a camera function~. Can I take a photo with you~? If I post it of you, it might make it to the Bijanity hot page~!”

“…Thanks for your hard work.”

“Aah! That’s too much~! You can’t just make me feel all worked up and then run—”

Creak.

Sion shut the health room door, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.

He had gained a 1st Circle Healing magic, so it was worth it.

…He felt it would be a bad idea to stay any longer, as he might lose his sanity in real time.

‘Should I go train or something.’

The training hall was open even on weekends at the academy.

Sion headed for the training hall.

He needed time to embody the magic and combat skills he had learned so far.

*

The next day.

“Did your muscle pain go away?”

“Uh, I got Healing magic right away in the health room, so I’m fine now.”

“That’s nice~. Professor Maguniria in the health room is pretty, you know. Her personality is lovely too, so they say she’s the ‘angel of the health room’ in Bijanity.”

“…….”

Sion barely held back the urge to say, ‘That person’s head is filled with lewd jokes.’

What? The angel of the health room?

Sion didn’t feel it was worth responding to Patrick’s comment.

“So, yesterday you suffered from muscle pain, but what are you doing today?”

“I’m heading to the Adventurers’ Guild.”

“Adventurers’ Guild?”

“Did you forget the homework that Professor Bariyes gave us?”

“Ah….”

At Sion’s comment, Patrick’s face crumpled instantly.

Professor Bariyes, who teaches how to survive in dungeons.

He had given an assignment that was due before the next week’s class, which included the following.

1. Register as an F-rank adventurer at the Adventurers’ Guild.


2. Receive an E-rank dungeon request from the Adventurers’ Guild. (F-rank adventurers can take on E-rank dungeons if they form a party of four—rookies!)


3. Organize pre-information about the E-rank dungeon and submit a report. (Write it on paper, take a photo, and post it on the assignment board!)

“…Wait a minute.”

Sion read the notice posted by Professor Bariyes on the Bijanity class bulletin board again.

At that time, he had forgotten in shock that an assignment had been given.

But there was one important detail missing.

“We need to get an E-rank dungeon request, but it says we need four F-rank adventurers to go together…?”

“…What? Then I have to go too.”

“If it says four, it probably means we should go with our group members.”

“Oh, that’s a good point.”

When you register at the Adventurers’ Guild, you become an F-rank adventurer.

To complete the assignment of ‘Receiving an E-rank dungeon request,’ four F-rank adventurers are necessary.

So they probably set up a team in advance to fulfill this requirement.

It would just be a matter of going to the Adventurers’ Guild together to accept the request, but…

“What about Estroja Perrawell… how do we handle her?”

“…I don’t know. She’ll probably come, right? If she doesn’t, we wouldn’t be able to do the assignment.”

“But she said she wouldn’t come.”

“When did you ask her?”

Patrick smiled while holding up his student ID.

“There’s a talk room, right? The talk room!”

“…There’s something like that?”

“No wonder I haven’t seen the 2 disappear. Here, take a look at your student ID.”

“Looks like it?”

Bijanity had a talk room feature similar to the KakaoTalk from his previous life.

Sion was unknowingly in several group chat rooms.

Magic Department group chat, 1st-year Magic Department group chat, etc…

Even Geivolg had already created a ‘Surviving Dungeons Group No. 4′ talk room.

[Roddenburg’s pride Geivolg: Haha! I made the talk room myself!]


[Roddenburg’s pride Geivolg: You all should thank me!]


[Roddenburg’s pride Geivolg: We need to talk about when we should go to the Adventurers’ Guild for the assignment!]


[Patrick Matric: Right. When would be good? Everyone, please reply once you see this.]

The talk room was created not just yesterday but three days ago.

However, the conversation had abruptly stopped there.

“This 1 doesn’t disappear, huh?”

“Geivolg and I have the records of our conversations, and you just looked. Then the person who hasn’t seen it yet must be…?”

“…Oh.”

Estroja Perrawell.

She hadn’t read a single thing since the group assignment talk room was created.

…She was clearly making an effort to be a free-rider.