Chapter 222 New Magic History Professor (4k)
“Grail?”
The moment Principal Altair finished speaking, the discussion among all the teachers and students suddenly increased in volume.
While the reward of ten thousand credits was significant, the opportunity to make a wish with the Holy Grail was even more extraordinary!
The “Holy Grail of Saint Maryann” was one of only three divine artifacts that could collect the power of wishes and fulfill the desires of the wisher.
The “Christmas stockings” given to students before Christmas were actually one-time wish-granting devices made using the Holy Grail of Saint Maryann.
Although Dark’s stocking only contained an apple, other students seemed to have received very nice gifts.
If a single stocking could grant such good gifts, then imagine what the Holy Grail itself could do.
At the end of each academic year, the academy calculates the total credits of the four houses to determine the winner of the Academy Cup. The winning house’s students will each receive a wish.
This means every student can have up to six wishes over their six years of schooling.
In reality, being able to get two to three wishes within those six years is already incredibly fortunate.
Dark obtaining an extra wish during his first year is indeed enviable.
But if Principal Altair’s words are not exaggerated, he indeed has the qualifications for this opportunity.
…
While most students felt envious, Wit, Robert, Scott, and Betty felt quite depressed.
They were the four students who were saved…
Fortunately, the school decided to keep the vampire incident under wraps due to its negative impact, otherwise, they might have lost everything.
Especially during the Moon Goddess incident, they were all involved, which was no laughing matter.
However…
“What is the Holy Grail?” Robert couldn’t help but ask curiously.
Wit immediately showed a shocked expression: “It’s the Holy Grail!”
Robert looked embarrassed: “I know it’s the Holy Grail. So, what exactly is the Holy Grail?”
Wit: “I don’t know either.” He had never used it, so he didn’t know.
Wit crossed his fingers and rested his chin on them, feeling a bit envious too.
Rumors said that the Holy Grail could fulfill people’s wishes. If someone wished for the resurrection of a hero…
Forget it, even thinking about it makes it clear that it’s impossible.
…
At the head table of the Noble Academy, despite being surprised, Dark still accepted this information well.
He was also unfamiliar with the Holy Grail, vaguely remembering Professor Shylph mentioning something about a line of text inscribed on it: “Greed brings nothing.”
From a literal standpoint, it clearly carried a warning.
Translated, it meant: Excessive greed will never be fulfilled.
But what level of desire counts as greed?
What is the limit of a wish?
Only knowing these details could one maximize the use of the Holy Grail.
Dark pondered for a while, thinking it best to ask the professors for clarification.
Perhaps when the principal takes him to use the Holy Grail, he can ask along the way.
Before that, he could list some things he wants.
“If possible, I really want to wish to remove the Demon God’s bloodline!”
“Unfortunately, wishes of this degree are definitely impossible.”
“Under this premise, perhaps through wishing, I could acquire some difficult-to-learn knowledge and techniques?”
“Such as, the technique of using the Mana Dropper!”
“In any case, this is a very good idea.”
“Using this as a reference, I can also wish to improve my mastery of the Technique of the Shadow God, possibly enhancing my control over emotions.”
…
Once the idea started, it became unstoppable.
Dark propped up his cheeks, deep in thought, so much so that when Diana called him twice, he didn’t react.
On the third call, Diana’s pink lips almost touched his face, and he suddenly snapped out of it: “What?”
Diana blinked her eyes and whispered softly: “Have you thought of what you want to wish for?”
Dark shook his head: “Not yet.”
Diana: “How about a candy house?”
Dark: “…”
…
After announcing the reward for Dark, Principal Altair continued to select the most outstanding students from the second-year semester to publicly commend and reward them.
Next came the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth years…
After going through all six grades, she concluded her speech, presenting some future hopes and expectations.
Following the normal procedure, Principal Altair should have announced the end here. However, there was another mandatory segment for this year’s opening ceremony.
Students seemed to guess what she was going to say next, so they all quieted down, looking expectantly at the stage.
Principal Altair smiled slightly and said, “I believe everyone has been waiting for this. Please welcome the new Magic History professor, the Spear Hero—Mr. Ryan Hux!”
“Wow!”
As the words fell, thunderous applause erupted in the hall!
A one-legged old man with a prosthetic limb stepped out from behind the curtain, slowly walking onto the stage.
Ryan Hux!
A spearman who once fought on the frontlines of war, a hero who lost a leg, an arm, and an eye in battle!
Though mentioning heroes often brings to mind warriors, a warrior is just one of many heroes.
Humans ultimately defeated the demons not because of one hero, but due to the efforts and sacrifices of countless heroes!
Ryan Hux is one of those countless heroes.
Stepping out from behind the stage, Ryan Hux wore ill-fitting formal attire, sporting a thick beard and wrinkles layered on his face. His remaining hair was sparse.
His right eye was covered with a black eyepatch, his left hand and right foot were prosthetics, and he held a cane, making him look like a thin old man, lacking the heroic aura of a “spear hero,” instead exuding an aged demeanor.
Students who clapped out of respect for the hero’s name suddenly covered their mouths.
While scars are medals for warriors, Ryan’s severe injuries made people wonder how he survived the battlefield.
Thinking deeper, one couldn’t help but feel sad.
But in wartime, Ryan was just one of many gears that contributed to victory.
After a brief silence, more enthusiastic applause erupted!
“Clap clap clap!”
…
“Good evening, dear students. It is an honor to serve as the new Magic History professor at Saint Maryann Academy.”
Ryan’s voice, amplified by the amplifier, echoed throughout the grand hall.
The students’ applause stopped.
He glanced around and said in a self-deprecating tone, “You know, before I got this job, I was destitute, barely able to put food on the table.”
But the students couldn’t laugh.
This elderly “spear hero,” looking so impoverished, was real.
Is this the ultimate fate of a hero who paid a great sacrifice for human victory?
Where are the kingdom’s compensation and the church’s post-war aid?
Or is there another reason for this situation?
Is the spear hero just an exception?
Various thoughts swirled in the students’ minds, dispelling false enthusiasm and leaving room for quiet contemplation.
Ryan continued his speech, expressing gratitude to Principal Altair and promising to prepare diligently to compensate for his lack of teaching skills.
Fortunately, a Magic History professor doesn’t need extensive expertise.
However, it’s uncertain whether astronomy, tied to it, can be taught.
Maybe Principal Altair will find a new astronomy professor?
…
“So, Happy New Year!”
After finishing his speech, Ryan raised his hand to wave at the students below, turned around, and slowly descended the stage.
Principal Altair returned to the stage and said, “Mr. Ryan Hux has rich experience and personal insights into history. I agreed to his application because I believe he can take on the role of Magic History professor. I hope he enjoys his career with all of you. Happy New Year!”
“Happy New Year!”
…
Delicious meals appeared on the tables, and the opening ceremony finally moved to the dinner phase.
Students ate delicious food, discussing the excellent students from each grade and the new Magic History professor.
Negative thoughts gradually faded, replaced by sustained excitement.
Diana was still trying to persuade Dark to wish for a candy house, while Rose was thinking about the hero’s speech.
She suddenly asked, “What was Mr. Ryan Hux’s role during the war?”
Dark thought for a moment and replied, “A veteran.”
Not all heroes are widely known.
Like Ryan, most people only know that such a person exists.
But now, they have enough time to learn more about this old man.
Dark respected him deeply.
…
To Dark’s surprise, before dinner ended, the little elf in the shape of a griffin quietly appeared in front of him.
He told Diana and Rose, then followed the little elf out of the hall.
Principal Altair was waiting in her office.
Although Principal Altair appeared as a little elf on Christmas night, it was still her real self.
Overall, after that night, Dark’s impression of her changed somewhat, becoming more familiar.
“Demon, Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, Principal.”
Dark sat on the sofa at Principal Altair’s suggestion.
Two glowing little elves struggled to pour tea with a teapot.
He scratched his ear and took the teapot, pouring himself some black tea.
As the aroma of the black tea wafted through the air, the atmosphere in the office became more relaxed.
Principal Altair loosened her shoulders, her expression easing: “These past few days have been quite stressful.”
Dark took the opportunity to ask, “Were you busy the entire holiday, Principal?”
Principal Altair nodded helplessly: “It’s been only a few years since the war ended, and already some are getting restless. Conflicts between humans and demi-humans are becoming more frequent. I originally just wanted to talk to Didi again, but I got caught up in something.”
Dark pondered: “Finding a suitable Magic History professor in this situation must have been quite challenging for you, Principal.”
Principal Altair looked upward: “No, it wasn’t me who found him. Claire’s resignation really troubled me.”
Dark was surprised: “Was it Mr. Hux who approached you himself?”
Principal Altair nodded: “Yes, indeed. But Mr. Hux is a reliable warrior, very familiar with wartime history. I hope the position of Magic History professor will help him.”
Dark: “So, what Mr. Hux said wasn’t exaggerated. He was truly destitute?”
Principal Altair’s tone was somewhat wistful: “Demon, you must understand that this situation is inevitable, regardless of time or place. A hero who lost limbs in war is no longer seen as a hero once the war ends.
When the glory fades, in the eyes of many, he is merely a disabled person who can’t contribute to work.”
These words shouldn’t be shared with a first-year student, but it’s fine with Demon.
In this era, people become heads of households at fourteen.
Demon is more mature.
This won’t lead to resentment towards the hardships of life.
The current kingdom, whether in terms of law or governance, has various inadequacies.
And the church, from top to bottom, is full of loopholes.
People celebrate the victory of the war, but the flaws hidden by the war are exposed.
This is an unstable era.
Superficial peace may not withstand a slight push.
Who knows when it might collapse!
…
Principal Altair didn’t dwell on this topic for long.
She summoned Dark mainly to discuss the vampire in the secret passage.
Dark briefly described the vampire, saying, “I remember he claimed to be Vlad, but Vlad seems to be a very large vampire family, whose members always call themselves Vlad.”
Principal Altair humorously responded, “That’s correct. I’ve encountered Vlad I to Vlad XXIII. Can you tell me about your entire experience in the secret passage? I’m also curious about what treasure Alvaraite left behind.”
Dark nodded slightly and recounted his exploration journey from entering the secret passage.
He actually enjoyed telling stories, especially since this one was firsthand experience, giving him a sense of being the protagonist.
But his treasure-hunting journey was indeed enough to write a book, maybe even a bestseller?
At least Principal Altair listened intently.
“So Alvaraite not only set up two challenges of strength and wisdom before the hidden realm, but also placed a dragon at the end?”
When Dark mentioned the dragon, even Principal Altair was exceptionally surprised.
After all, who would leave a dragon as treasure for students?
More astonishingly, the student actually passed!
She gently swept aside a strand of silver hair and sighed, “Alvaraite never fails to impress. But you don’t need to worry too much. The treasure map she left is actually an escape device for the hidden realm.”
