Transferred to Another World and Became a Teacher

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The next day, I planned to spend the morning in the lab doing research until the afternoon lecture, so as I walked through the academy grounds from early morning, I noticed I was drawing an unusual amount of attention. Even when I walked through the courtyard, the same situation persisted, so I inevitably felt something was off.

At that moment, an unfamiliar man in a cloak appeared, blocking my path.

His brown hair was neatly trimmed, and combined with his luxurious aristocratic attire, it was immediately clear he came from a good family. The man flashed a refreshing smile and gave a light bow.

"...You are Aoi Konominato-sensei, correct?"

"Yes, that's right, but..."

As I answered, the man let out a relieved breath, looking somewhat bashful.

"Ah, thank goodness. I was worried I might have mistaken you for someone else. However, the rumors I heard described you as a peerless beauty with flowing black hair that rivals your petite frame, so I was confident enough to approach you."

"Ah, um, I don't think that's quite accurate... but what exactly is your business with me?"

Having a complete stranger suddenly praise my appearance threw me off balance. To regain my composure, I decided to first ask what he wanted.

At that, the man deliberately covered his face with one hand and shook his head.

"Ah, how careless of me. My name is Jim Warm. I would be honored if you called me Jim. I wish to enroll in Fiddiq Academy within this month and attend your lectures, Professor Aoi."

"...That is perfectly fine."

Why does he feel the need to seek my permission? I answered while genuinely puzzled. Jim's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"Oh my, I never expected permission to come so easily... No, I suppose I was being overly cautious."

As Jim smiled wryly, I tilted my head and nodded in agreement.

"Students can attend any lecture they like. Of course, popular lectures do fill up quickly, but in my case, when attendance is high, I hold classes outdoors."

Fiddiq Academy has several instructors called Senior Faculty. Lectures by such teachers were almost always packed. Incidentally, my classes had only recently started filling up as well.

I had assumed it was thanks to the school festival, but apparently students who had been struggling with magic improvement found breakthroughs in my lectures, and word spread by reputation. You never know what might trigger such things.

I was just thinking about getting permission to build a covered outdoor practice area when Jim placed his hand on his chest and bowed gracefully.

"...You seem busy, so I'll save the invitation to a meal for another time. Until then."

With that, he took it upon himself to bid farewell and walked off. What was that all about? At any rate, the obstacle blocking my path was gone, so I supposed I should count that as a win.

Shaking my head at the thought, I resumed my walk toward the lab.

When I arrived at the lab, I found several familiar figures there: the trio of Rox, Cote, and Felter. They don't usually hang out together, but they often showed up as a set for my lectures, so I thought of them as a trio.

"Professor Aoi."

Cote noticed me and called my name.

"What brings you three here together?"

Had something gone wrong? That was my intent in asking, but Rox spoke before Cote could.

"Forget about us. More importantly, did anyone approach you?"

Rox suddenly fired off that question. The first thing that came to mind was the brown-haired man from earlier.

"Yes, a man named Jim said he'll be enrolling starting this month and wanted to take my lectures."

"...So he's already appeared."

At my answer, Rox clutched his head. Meanwhile, Felter, with his usual stern face, crossed his arms and let out a sigh through his nose.

"...And did this Jim say anything strange?"

"Strange? Ah, he did say he hadn't expected permission to attend my lectures to come so easily. But considering he decided to enroll in a foreign magic academy at his age, you'd think he'd have done a thorough research on the school."

When I said that, Cote shrugged with a wry smile.

"That person is one of the people from that rumor we mentioned before."

"That rumor...? Ah, the one about... you mean the rumor that someone is trying to marry me? He certainly didn't give off that sort of vibe at all."

I asked back in surprise, and Rox spread his arms theatrically and looked up to the heavens.

"And the very person in question says that... It seems we have no choice but to handle this ourselves. Don't you agree? Cote, Felter."

"Well, indeed."

"...I have my concerns."

Both Cote and Felter immediately agreed with Rox's words. I couldn't help but feel I'd been branded a hopeless adult, which left a bad taste in my mouth.

"I'll be fine. There's no need to worry about me."

I answered that for the time being, but none of the three believed me in the least.

"Eh?"

"Who said they'll be fine?"

"...I can't agree."

Each of them responded with a negative remark.

"...I have research to do. Goodbye."

A bit miffed, I walked past the three and entered the lab, locking the door securely. I could hear them saying something outside, but I was busy with my research and didn't have time to listen.

After that, I racked my brain over whether there might be a new perspective on spirit magic research, considering whether to first study the healing magic of the Maple Leaf Holy Empire or continue advancing my spirit magic research.

However, I had already made considerable progress in studying healing magic in the past. Unfortunately, I hadn't reached a solution yet, but I had formulated several hypotheses. Honestly, I could already reproduce it artificially. By using pseudo-spirits, one of my research achievements, I could provide magical treatment even to targets outside my field of vision.

However, even if I could achieve the same results, the speed was incomparably slower. In the end, treating one person at a time only became treating two people at a time.

"...This is difficult. After all, I can't understand how it can fully heal someone without even grasping the extent of their injuries. To go to extremes, I could understand a magic that replaces all organs and flesh except the brain with healthy versions, but that would clearly require far too much magical power."

It was an extreme theory, but in principle, it's possible. Invisible patients could be addressed with pseudo-spirits. Still, having one's entire body replaced—brain aside—felts rather unsettling.

"...Spirit magic is likely magic that summons and commands lifeforms or souls from another dimension. There are factors like compatibility that greatly affect its effectiveness. In contrast, healing magic allows elite mages chosen as saints or holy figures to perform advanced healing across wide areas by being acknowledged by the gods... Both seem to borrow power from something invisible."

It almost felt like making a contract with gods or demons. However, spirits were presumably something different. So, how did one approach such entities? For gods, one would need to pray devoutly or use sacred tools that allowed communication with divine will, but what about spirits? It didn't seem to be a matter of feeding them magical power...

First, I should rethink my research approach. As I mulled this over, I heard a knock at the lab door.

"...Who is it?"

I called out as I opened the door, and there stood a girl with fluffy white hair.

"Shenley, what brings you here?"

When I asked again, Shenley clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked up.

"Ah, Professor Aoi! I'm sorry to interrupt your research..."

"No, it's fine."

When I smiled and replied to the apologetic Shenley, she looked somewhat relieved and spoke up.

"Well, the academy is in a big mess... and I thought only you could handle it, Professor..."

Shenley seemed flustered and spoke in a disjointed way. I only gathered that the academy was in trouble, but I had no idea what the situation actually was.

"Please calm down, Shenley. What exactly is happening at the academy?"

I asked while raising one hand to gently pat Shenley's head. She finally seemed to settle down, took one or two deep breaths, and then spoke.

"Well, people who came to see you are fighting in the academy courtyard. Some have already started using magic... Faculty members are gathering to stop them, but everyone appears to be high-ranking nobles..."

"...Eh? W-Wait, because of me? Why are they fighting if they came to see you?"

The unexpected answer made me question her in return. I knew it was unfair to ask Shenley when she couldn't possibly know, but I couldn't help myself.

As expected, Shenley only gave me a troubled look in response.

"...I'm sorry. Of course you wouldn't know either. Alright, I'll head to the courtyard now."

After apologizing and saying that, Shenley nodded.