Chronicles Of The Academy's Strongest Professor
Chapter 35: It [3]

Chapter 35: It [3]

....

Clapping.

People were clapping.

Everyone was clapping!

At him.

’I did it!’

He screamed internally, his excitement reaching its peak.

His spell had really impressed them.

The S.I, the Scholar’s Institute, he had just managed to impress them with his spell.

"Sir, I must say, your spell is revolutionary."

One of them complimented him.

His spell was truly groundbreaking.

Cloning.

An incomplete form, and perhaps because it was complete, that was why they loved it.

It wasn’t essentially cloning.

It was metaphysical.

He could basically create more bodies.

The bodies couldn’t do anything, they completely imitated the user’s actions.

They also couldn’t be seen.

But they allowed the user to see more without overloading the brain.

If done well, the user could have a complete 360 vision with no flaws whatsoever.

And it had no drawbacks.

Even the backlash was just a single clone manifesting instead of the five.

According to their words after seeing the demonstration.

"Truly, a remarkable spell."

He was recognized as a brilliant man, a man who had created the first cloning spell, though it wasn’t perfect, it was still essentially cloning. Maybe that was part of it’s appeal.

But it offered a complete 360 vision without overloading the brain. That was its main appeal.

Due to the attention he received he left late at night, to his home.

A house, not too big, just right for only one person.

"Are you home, father?"

A voice came from the kitchen.

He smiled brightly today, not the usual ones he did to make her think he was alright.

But a bright smile, a true genuine one.

"Coming."

He held his briefcase, the one that had his letter of approval in it.

He went in the direction of the kitchen.

A young girl, no older than 16, was chopping vegetables.

She had brown hair that was styled into a bob—cot.

His daughter.

Ethan Ross’s daughter. Vivienne Ross.

She noticed his smile.

"I got something for you."

He fished his hand into his briefcase and retrieved a certificate.

She watched him as he brought it out.

Finally, he retrieved it. Holding it up like it was the most valuable thing in the world.

An admission letter, it had been delivered to him when he was in the venue.

"You’ve been given a full scholarship too, the full four years."

{Ms. Vivienne Ross,

Your talent has been noticed, you have been given a place in Lavender Academy.

UECE (United Empires Certification Exams) rank: 110}

She held it with trembling hands.

Suddenly, she hugged the man in front of her.

"Thank you, dad."

He dropped his briefcase and caressed her head.

"It was your own talent and effort that got you here."

After a while, she stopped hugging him, turning back to the chopping board.

"I’m making stew, I know it isn’t celebratory food but—"

"Anything you make is celebratory food."

He interjected.

Her face had lit up with an undescribable joy, one that made all the hours he spent working on the spell worth it.

It truly was worth it.

"I’ll go have a shower."

He didn’t bother getting his briefcase, he left the kitchen and went straight for the bathroom.

The cold water from the shower ran down his body.

’I can’t believe it.’

Even though he had done it, he still found it hard to believe.

His spell was "groundbreaking" according to them, the worst part was that he didn’t believe it the first time he got it.

But, he was proved wrong.

It was "revolutionary".

In fact, it was so good that the Scholars Institute believed the world wasn’t ready for it.

They had taken it.

But he was given such a large sum that he was 100% sure it could be overlooked.

"300 million."

That was the price of a lower master—ranked spell. For a spell he had spent only two years working on, it was the greatest thing he could ask for.

With that, he could live a comfortable life.

One without worry, or stress. He didn’t even have to worry about his daughter.

"It all feels too surreal."

But he had seen it, so he couldn’t go believing it anymore.

"But who cares, it happened anyway?"

With those words, he left the bathroom.

....

A man stood in a business suit with brown hair and an aging face.

Next to his was Vivienne Ross.

They both stood at the gates of the Academy in the empire, Lavender Academy.

"Beautiful."

She mouthed that one word as she stared at the sight before her.

Just the gate alone was enough to bring this reaction.

Ethan chuckled.

"I’m sure the inside will be better than this."

He remarked.

Even he was taken aback from the gates.

It was a nice contrast to his bland lab.

As they stared at it, a limousine parked, and a young man stepped out of it.

Handsome.

That word alone was enough to describe his appearance, his sharp features, his blonde hair, and his striking blue eyes.

"Good morning, sir."

Vivienne quickly said.

She was mesmerized by his appearance.

She knew who he was, he wasn’t a student, he was too old to be, he was a professor. But, the youngest one to have ever graced the Academy.

Arthur Vaelthorne.

He happened to be the one in charge of the Mage Department for the first years.

"Ah, I didn’t see you there, Vivienne."

His voice was just right.

Deep. Masculine, not feminine.

"Good morning."

The man turned to Ethan.

"Good morning."

They shook hands.

Ethan felt chills from him

"Mr. Ross, I hear your daughter is an excellent mind, rest assured that she’ll be in good hands."

Ethan’s throat felt dry at that moment.

He watched as the professor led his daughter away, claiming that he wanted to help her find her class before the period started.

He saw it all, but couldn’t say anything.

Ethan stood there.

The world felt sour now.

He didn’t trust his daughter in there, with that man at least.

He let out a sigh.

Just a day after the big event, he already managed to feel worse.

....

Ethan was deep into his research.

In his workshop, several hand drawn representations of the nodes, magic flow, and several magic circuits were discarded.

He shook his hands firmly.

"I’m home."

A loud voice announced itself.

It was Vivienne. Normally, for her to announce her arrival usually meant she was in a good mood.

Unfortunately, he was not.

Whenever it came into researching and creating spells, many problems were involved....

Ethan stopped at that moment, leaving his workshop to see her.

"You’re in a good mood today."

He faked a smile as he saw her.

She was in Lavender’s Academy official uniform, and a faint blush could be seen on her face.

"Yes, the professor...."

Ethan automatically filtered out her words.

Ever since she had met the professor in charge of the Magic Department, she seemingly fell in love with him.

With her, it was always the professor ’this’ and the professor ’that’, she was filled with nothing but praise to the man.

And he had feared that upon arriving at the Academy he would lose her to the friends she would, or probably even her boyfriend, but, it turned out that she didn’t even have a friend.

Vivienne had been attending for a month now, and she managed to make 0 friends.

Instead, she chose to help the professor.

Even going as far to becoming his unofficial assistant to try to reduce the workload he had.

"Your professor is a good guy."

Ethan wanted to advise her from staying away from him.

But, he was also a noble, and a professor at a young age, surely he wouldn’t try to do anything to his daughter.

"Yes."

She flashed a large grin at him.

....

Ethan walked home in dismay that day.

His spell, the one he had wanted to perform after spending a year and a half perfecting it, was just used in the same competition he had entered by another.

Not only that, but the man who had cast it was able to explain everything he had prepared for, he took the full brunt of the SI’s question without flinching.

Wind Bullets.

His spell was gone now.

It was no longer his.

The worst part being that he wasn’t even able to present it in fear of being accused of plagiarizing since the man had been called before him.

Vaelthorne.

Arthur Vaelthorne.

"Fucking bastard."

He cursed.

Vivienne was now a second year, and she was now officially Vaelthorne’s assistant professor.

He walked home, his steps dragging along the ground like an alcoholic.

There was ringing....

From his communication crystal.

Ethan wasn’t in any mood to answer it, but it could have been from the Scholar’s Institute. So he answered.

—Mr. Ross, come to Lavender Academy immediately. Your daughter is....

He cut the call off at that moment, and as fast as he could, he ran in the direction of the Academy.

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