As Sing weighed her options for cutting ties with the Disguise Technique lecture and slowly made her way to the Executive Meeting Room, Pinknodi pouted.
“You spent so much time selecting the disguise outfit and location for the training course, and now you throw it away halfway? If you don’t do this, your Disguise Technique experience won’t increase enough!”
“Still, that purple naked panty monster is a bit… unrelated to cross-dressing, isn’t it?”
“Why not? Many female characters do that!”
“…Have you tried it yourself?”
“No?”
“……”
She couldn’t find solace in the fact that this cruel training method only existed in theory.
What a terrible person.
To force a training method she hadn’t even tried herself, she was nothing but an evil being, no different than many professors who used their teaching assistants as test subjects.
Sing lost her respect for Professor Pinkberry.
The true mentor she had revered was no longer here.
“I’ve never done it as a female character.”
“………So, you’ve tried it as a male?”
“It was fun! I had to interrogate whether biologically it matched humanity or related to demons, and I even got close to the Group C special selection students who have a hard time increasing their favorability!”
“You even cosplayed as a student!?”
“I had to start from first year; it wouldn’t make sense otherwise.”
A terrifying professor spending time from first to fourth year impersonating monsters.
What shock would it bring upon the classmates when they realized that the being they thought was a peer was, in fact, a truly evil and fearsome professor who even fooled other teachers?
It could rival the cosmic horror of the world collapsing and all common sense and rationale disintegrating.
‘The reason Professor Pinkberry showed her true mentor side was like the phenomenon of a broken clock being right twice a day. That professor is a monster that toys with the human heart. She wanted me to become a monster like her, a being more dangerous than demons in some sense!’
Even the demons sought to suppress the changing body reactions and wanted to remain human; how could a being that sought to transform a human body into a monster be called human at heart?
Sing felt increasingly scared of the small professor reminiscent of Oknodie.
Seeing that it didn’t seem she would get a gentle goodbye, Sing racked her brain, trying to eloquently escape the crisis.
“I’d like to step out and put my recent accomplishments to the test. If I feel any shortcomings, I will return to seek your teachings and kindly ask for a chance to review and experiment with my knowledge.”
Review.
It was a magical phrase that professors would have to nod along to for the sake of the student’s eagerness to learn.
“Tch. Well, then, there’s no other choice. But you must definitely return if you feel any shortcomings?”
“I promise.”
“Take this then.”
The outfit Professor Pinkberry pulled from the closet was flamboyant enough to catch anyone’s eye.
“What is this…?”
“It’s an idol costume.”
“…Idol!!”
A top-tier class in the bard profession.
A costume that represented the aspiring dreams of women akin to the continent’s saintess.
There were no male idols on the continent.
Lords of each territory and kings of each country wouldn’t allow the existence that would degrade such moral standards.
With the appearance of a clearly unmistakable cross-dressing outfit, Sing’s eyes twitched violently.
“Why would you give me such a precious outfit… I might leave the path of learning after this practical experience…”
“Aren’t you going to review? This is a reward for Sing, who values the knowledge learned without being asked! So many just raise their stats and run away after going through the Disguise Technique. Do you know how disappointed I was seeing how poorly they certified after I went through the trouble of teaching?”
Even Sing, who had been afraid of Professor Pinkberry, oddly came to understand her sorrow and loneliness upon seeing her face.
She was not so different.
Yearning for recognition from others while walking her lonely path and secretly wishing for someone to walk with or help her.
‘So, I was precious enough to receive an idol outfit from Professor Pinkberry…’
She regretted the fact that she had merely carried the title of a disciple to avoid a crisis.
Yes, the bizarre methods might stem from a long time spent researching the Disguise Technique alone, losing her humanity for a moment.
How foolish was she to fear and distance herself from a true mentor who spared no effort in contemplating her disciple’s development?
There were no words left to say.
Bowing her head in respect, Sing internally vowed to return triumphantly after dazzling everyone at the Foundation’s Executive Meeting by perfectly showcasing her cross-dressing!
To become a worthy figure for this idol outfit on her shoulders and confidently hold a handshake meeting!
*
“There was such a thing, and the Executive Meeting is happening near our Theme Park! If you happen to see Sing, please don’t greet her first, Professor! I must be the one to greet her first!”
Destroyer shook his head in disbelief.
“Even demons aren’t as cruel as you.”
“Hmph. What about me? I’ve generously imparted my precious knowledge, and Sing, trying to run away, is in the wrong! It’s fine if she gets a lesson! She should be exposed to everyone boasting that she’s mastered the Disguise Technique!”
“If your goal is to make Sing unable to withstand the shame and lead her to suicide, I won’t stop you, but otherwise, be a little restrained.”
“I just want to see how well Sing cross-dresses!”
For the sake of the poor second-year Sing, he needed to redirect Oknodie’s interest.
Destroyer casually brought up mundane matters that he usually wouldn’t have cared about.
“Recently, there were invading forces from a small country that attacked the Theme Park.”
“Wow. What happened?”
“I made half of them into blood pudding, and before I could wipe out the other half, a chimera legion appeared. It seems the Empire’s Empress Masugaki paid some attention.”
“Did she summon a nation’s ultimate weapon or an ancient lich or hero?”
“Do you think we were invaded by the Demon King’s Army? There was nothing that grand.”
“Tch. So boring.”
“Well. It wasn’t just weaklings. There were golems.”
Suddenly, Destroyer grew curious.
There were rumors that Oknodie commanded very strong golems known as guard golems; it wouldn’t have been too hard to acquire such information among the Theme Park staff, many of whom had connections with the Dark Trading Company’s Jezel.
“What rank are they?”
“Night-grade golems, about ten of them.”
“Wow. Did you spend your entire fortune on them?”
“Such is the level of the small country.”
“What’s going on now?”
“The broken golems have been kept as materials for reprocessing at the Theme Park. It has the most technicians in the world, so the modifications will be completed within the next month.”
Although Professor Destroyer once was known as the strongest rogue, there was indeed another title behind that.
Universal Rogue.
He excelled at absolutely everything that rogues undertook.
Among the sub-classes of rogues, there’s the rune rogue.
They decipher magical characters to evaluate the value of artifacts, reverse-engineer ancient spells to detect magical traps, and can modify spells to use a dungeon’s self-defense summons as allies.
A golem on which mana is supplied becomes a hassle outside of the dungeon, and strong supply sources of dungeon core level are hard to replicate unless at a specific location, but in urban-layer defense systems, it’s a different story.
‘As long as they just need to guard an area within a certain radius, the qualities of the golem and the advantages of seizing ownership align perfectly!’
As long as Professor Destroyer remained in the Theme Park, the more invading forces increased, the more the defense capabilities of the Theme Park would proportionally grow.
“However, there’s a problem.”
“Huh. Even you have problems?”
“Not me. Specifically, it’s a problem created in the country where the invading army was wiped out.”
As he laid out the map of the nearby lands of the Kingdom of Troy on the mana board, showcasing the territories of the smaller nations.
“A city-state known as [Hwanlakui Doshi]—a city that does not believe in gods—invaded the empty city-states and tripled its territory in an instant.”
“Wait, the professor did all the work, but they’re the ones making money! Are you a pushover, professor?”
“No. That’s the problem. I sent a diplomatic message requesting a fair division of the occupied territories to the Kingdom of Troy and to return the properties looted from the national treasury. And I got a reply.”
“What did they say?”
“They told me to get lost.”
Such audacity was truly remarkable.
It made him think that he needed to squeeze in a different agenda before the Executive Meeting.
“I guess I’ll have to teach them a lesson!”
“I couldn’t move due to a defensive mission, but was isn’t the chimera legion here? So, what do you say, should we send the legion or should I go myself?”
Using our team’s strength is good, but since the executives of the Foundation are gathering due to this Executive Meeting, he didn’t want to expose and exhaust their power unnecessarily to sort this out.
“Let’s just pick a fight, shall we? Let’s be blunt; I’m the daughter of the Chairman of the Foundation, the Heir of the Foundation, after all!”
“Oh? And?”
“I could disguise as a soldier for the city of Hwanlakui Doshi to mess with one executive, and disguise as an executive to stomp out one legion marching! Wouldn’t they just fight it out on their own?”
Destroyer stood speechless for a while, holding onto the communication magic tool.
“Professor? Oh? Why the sudden silence? Has the communication gone unstable?”
“…I was momentarily regretting whether I had inadvertently spawned a new Three Great Evils on the continent.”
“Hey, I’m not that big of a deal. The Chairman is still very much alive!”
Instead of inheriting the names of those lowly beings, does she intend to swallow up the name and power of the Foundation?
Destroyer genuinely felt a chill about this child’s future due to Oknodie’s insatiable greed.
However, guiding her on the right path, bearing with this unease, was the role of a mentor.
“Don’t let your desire for talent deceive you into sparing the Foundation’s executives. If you fall for sweet words promising to fulfill your cooking handbook or unique dish, you might find yourself stuck in the Foundation, unable to do what you should be doing as time quickly passes by.”
“Of course! I’m planning to establish food streets where one can eat every cuisine from around the world at the Theme Park, so no need to rely on anyone else, right? From now on, I’ll be killing as the mood strikes!”
…Was this good teaching or poor teaching?
Professor Destroyer began to feel the dread of the cold evaluations that would be left in history for future generations.
