The Principal is the strongest and most dreadful creature on the ground.
An existence that lives solely for fun in this world.
The moment he feels bored, he can throw away his toys without hesitation and destroy everything like a wise deity.
And in front of such a Principal, a Warrior is presented.
Leaving it alone would have allowed the Principal to enjoy himself, but it’s a dangerous action that could bore him.
Yet the reason for this decision is, of course…
‘The Goblin Warrior has done far crazier things than this!’
He was inspired by the spirit of a newbie on his first life!
Live like a newbie!
Do everything you want!
There’s also a pressing need for it.
Since the Goblin Warrior has dunked the Professors, they might be frightened enough to seek help from the outside.
At the very least, the Principal might notice the structural requests from another dimension if they come drifting in like a breeze.
If the Professors return to the Academy feeling that what they create is more exciting than the existence of the Goblin Warrior, the Goblin Warrior could die overnight.
The masterpiece Gobu that everyone created would meet a tragic end.
‘I can’t let that happen!’
When I went to the Principal’s office, lo and behold, Professor Mahabharata was standing guard at the entrance as if he knew I was coming.
“What annoying thing are you scheming this time?”
I put on a wounded expression.
“How unfair… I just came to ask the Principal something, and you treat my inquisitiveness as some pointless, annoying nonsense…!”
“Oh, is that so? I see. Given what you’ve done before, I can’t help but be suspicious. If I misunderstood, I apologize.”
Professor Mahabharata smoothly stepped aside like an automatic door.
A true Professor who genuinely cares for students can be swayed by a single fake tear.
In the days of Marine who Specializes in Strength All-in, such a simple strategy was unimaginable.
– I have complaints about academic knowledge.
– However, you must not think of breaking the Principal’s horns!
– I’m not breaking any horns. I just need one Yanglin for the deep-sea monster fishing.
– No way! What kind of insane student goes fishing using the Principal’s skin because they think the academic knowledge is lacking!
Having devoured all accessible food just to fill the monster encyclopedia and deal with the panic-inducing Professor Mahabharata proves the difficulty level is daunting!
Indeed, back when I was big, the game difficulty was harsh.
Now I understand.
The smaller you are, the easier the game becomes.
Next time I get a chance, I should tackle it as a 30cm mini version!
[What’s with this annoying little thing?]
“I came to appeal as a Warrior!”
[Now you’re openly bragging that the Foundation has gobbled up a Warrior without even a hint of subtlety.]
“Well, it’s not like that. Anyway, I’ll show you something fun in a bit, so please come here!”
[If you summoned me for trivial matters, I’ll make you cry.]
Though he muttered complaints, the Principal, who was clearly curious, came to the scene, and as expected, he was very pleased.
[You suddenly think making me shed tears with a serious drama is a good idea? I thought you were just a troublemaker, but you really do have some basic skills!]
The reason I wanted to bring Ishtar to the Principal.
I predict it arises from the Professors’ grudge and the desire for revenge against the Warrior System itself.
So, I raised the stakes for the Warrior.
If I preserve the Warrior’s life, the Dark Princess can then kill me whenever they want.
I’ve aligned my spell with a magic circle capable of destroying my heart anytime, so it’s not a false promise or an exaggeration.
[Is it worth investing that much into a Warrior?]
“When you’ve shared a blanket with someone, this much can be trusted! The precious time spent rolling together in the innermost part of the dormitory, sweating together, how much do you think that is!”
How diligently I spent my precious time, rolling it out to unlock the deep layers of the Dormitory Dungeon and defeating the Dormitory Dungeon Boss!
Any main and supporting character I’ve invested this much in must reach the ending.
[Alright, I’ll accept that promise.]
Ishtar sobbed and shed a river of tears, almost unable to open her eyes as she apologized.
I felt a twinge of jealousy at how stunningly beautiful she looked despite her smudged appearance, with more tears flowing than what she was able to wipe away.
“I wish I could cry as beautifully as that!”
“I-I want to cry, but I’ve become a body where no tears can come out…? Waaah! Oknodie, I was wrong!! Waaaah!”
“Ugh, I can’t breathe! Help me, Principal!”
As I flailed my arms trying to save my face from the intense pressure of the Warrior’s pocket, the Principal burst into laughter and teleported Ishtar somewhere.
She probably returned to the dormitory or her friends, and once she calms down, she’ll continue what she was doing!
“Hehe.”
[You crazy girl. Are you really happy that your life is at stake?]
“The contract was made, after all!”
[Since when did you and the Warrior become such enemies?]
“Eh? Principal, you know that’s not the case!”
A mana adept can sense all beings and movements within the mana sphere.
Dragons are the beings with the most mana in the world.
Their reserves are vast, and recovery speed is insane.
Without any conscious effort, the overflowing mana forms a sphere that easily envelops Gift Island; there’s no way the Principal wouldn’t know what’s going on inside the Academy.
Still, why do all sorts of incidents occur?
Because insignificant humans are ogling out of sheer boredom!
So the Principal’s talk about an enemy status is merely a bored joke.
A Dragon Principal living life like an open communicator, truly, no shame anywhere!
“Then, since we’ve made the contract, you will take care of the Professors as discussed, right?”
[Of course. A dragon will keep its promises, and the weight of words is strengthened. I have never broken any promise, in any form, in my life.]
Compared to me, who slips minor lies here and there, the Dragon Principal has never lied in his lifetime.
…Well, that would be nice to say, but he also knows how to drop a lie when he’s feeling bored.
That’s why I prepared an event to make sure the Principal’s boredom fades away, so he’ll surely help me as much as he finds fun!
“Then please protect the Goblin Warrior in the Goblin World! You just promised, right? You’ll protect the ‘Warriors’!”
[Has this troublesome girl already failed to hold back?]
“Hehe. But it was fun, right?”
[Well, it was somewhat enjoyable.]
“I’ve been watching what the Professors do for decades and centuries, so now it’s boring, but I’m not!”
[Your arrogance really makes me want to shatter your expectations.]
“Uwaah, I was wrong! Please let it slide just this once!”
I clung to his tail, and the Principal shuddered, swinging it back and forth.
[Get off! Stop clinging in such an annoying manner!]
“I won’t let go until you forgive me!”
[You’re still not getting off?]
The Principal shot up into the air, traversing through several dimensions.
Hot, cold, tingling.
I barely held on despite the dizzying, twisting rush of dimensional travel that would have made anyone else fall apart, and it was the Principal who surrendered first.
[You annoying brat. I’ll let you go, so drop it!]
“Hehe. I’ve been forgiven!”
In the middle, I thought I caught glimpses of the Professors looking at us in disbelief and asking to take them too, but it must be just my imagination!
[What kind of relation do you have with that weird Goblin Warrior who looks like green skin?]
“Well, how should I say it? A child born from my soul?”
[…Hoho. A child born from a torn soul, huh? This just became really interesting. If that’s what you’re saying, I can’t possibly ignore it.]
I did it.
The Principal’s interest radar completely shifted toward me.
Before I could enjoy my relief and joy, the Principal’s horns sparkled.
That’s an antenna.
He can sense messages flying in from the other dimension, so it’s not an inaccurate description.
[The Professors are quite unreliable. To bring up matters concerning themselves and then urgently request help without patience, how shameful.]
“What do you mean?”
[They’re asking for help because they are caught in the schemes of the only god, Sofemia, aiming to weaken the Academy from the other side of the dimensional realm.]
Since the Principal had openly appeared and disappeared in that dimension, I could understand the urgency to send for help.
In reality, it was about to reach a critical point where a request for help could come flying in at any moment.
But thanks to my bold move, the Professors’ messages had entered into a balance game.
The life of the Goblin Warrior + the life of Warrior Ishtar + the life of Oknodie
vs
All Professors.
The scales of the Principal tipped to one side.
[It’s time to flush out these trashy fellows again.]
The ruler of the scales sided with us.
