I Summoned a Max Level Demon by Myself

Episode 47

Chapter 9 – If words don’t work, fists are the truth

Deliberation to discuss the appropriateness of the study of dark magic scrolls.

I wasn’t the only one asked to attend.

“It seems I was soft on myself.”

Professor Daniel, unable to hide his embarrassment, told me what had happened.

“Originally, the research itself would have been repaired and prepared to be sent to the Imperial Society for review.”

There were no problems with the procedure.

“Moreover, it seemed that the dean also liked the intention behind the development of the scroll.”

“is that so?”

It seems that it was desirable in that it showed some progress in the black magic class, which was rarely successful.

But not everyone will be happy with it.

“Professor Malek from the public magic class suggested the deliberation.”

“Who are you?”

I don’t know who you are.

It means third-rate, something that was not encountered in the game days.

The important thing is that he’s bothering you.

“The reason for the review was… … .”

“… … That’s it.”

It’s kind of embarrassing to say.

That it is because of adult dirty reasons.

“… … It is for this reason.”

“Aha~, sure, that’s absurd. I am a little annoyed.”

I listened and stopped laughing.

It was because it really didn’t work.

“This is the reality of the Imperial Magic Society.”

Surely most of the current professors who study ‘common magic’ are like that.

confirmed again.

I definitely thought it would be a problem that would be a stumbling block in my future path.

“Is it a trivial dispute over interests after all?”

“It’s a shame.”

There’s no need for Professor Daniel to be disrespectful.

“What if I refuse the review?”

“… … It gets you into trouble.”

You’re getting into trouble.

It’s probably going to be quite annoying.

I guessed.

“Then I should be good at talking.”

“Of course, Xian doesn’t have to be forced to go.”

The person in charge is Professor Daniel.

Probably, the perception of me within the academy would be nothing more than an assistant who only helped Professor Daniel in his research, so there would be no problem even if I didn’t go.

but.

“yes? I’m going too.”

can’t you go

What about an event like this?

“You even sent an invitation to come. Of course I have to go and say something.”

“… … No, you can’t say a word.”

Of course common sense is the professor.

But don’t you think it’s disgusting?

It’s only because of the fortune of interest and political checks that they are tackling decent research.

“I think it will just go away if I give an adequate explanation.”

Professor Daniel’s words are extremely common sense and make sense.

The intention of the public magic class that proposed deliberation is to be mean to the end.

If you get this right, you might be able to get past it.

that’s social life

“I guess so~.”

Of course I can’t understand that.

do you know that If you bend once, the opponent will know this side as a hukou.

To be honest, I got tired of that.

“Isn’t this kind of thing common when you study black magic?”

“… … Maybe so.”

“Then it might be necessary to get used to it, right? It’s not that we’ve done anything wrong, if we’re just talking about ‘procedural’.”

First of all, I promised Professor Daniel that I would not say anything reckless.

I’m just watching to the end.

(Oh, that’s a lie.)

Of course, it’s a lie that doesn’t even work for our familiar noona.

(Are you up to something?)

‘A decorated horn.’

accident?

‘I have no choice but to play a little.’

have to hit It’s also very large.

For a wise social life, sometimes you have to know how to bend.

Conflict makes life boring.

But what kind of place is this world?

‘I have no intention of living a sensible social life.’

What is the basis of that scenario?

The answer will come naturally as to which is the wisest way.

* * *

More professors than expected attended the deliberation on the development of the black magic scroll.

From classes dealing with similar sensibility, such as magic or spiritism, to professors of auras, swordsmanship, blacksmiths, or alchemy classes, they attended.

‘What do you want to see? Where did you see it?’

What I didn’t like was their attitude.

“Is it a black magic scroll… … .”

“I heard, but did you open the deliberation because of this?”

“Is this something worth discussing now?”

As if annoying.

He didn’t show much enthusiasm, as if he was annoyed at the loss of precious time.

Because they understood why this deliberation itself was open.

A political show within a simple school.

In the end, the intention was to harass the black magic class.

In particular, Dean Philef showed his review as if he was fed up and immediately raised a question to a professor who must have been the person who promoted this deliberation.

“I don’t need long words. Professor Malek.”

“Is it possible? I also don’t intend to prolong the issue. I just want to express my doubts.”

Professor Malek Kaldin of the public magic class.

“First of all, I have to say that I am very sorry for making this comment.”

If you want to apologize for the interruption, you have to look this way and say it, but Professor Malek didn’t seem to care about us.

An arrogant attitude, as if there was no need to pay attention.

“I heard that a somewhat worrisome study had been conducted, so I urgently came to propose a review.”

“You mean concern?”

“yes. Dark magic scroll… … . I am worried about whether it is appropriate to admit it.”

“Are you concerned, Professor Malek? Are you saying there was something wrong with our theory?”

Professor Daniel calmly interrupts and asks a question.

It was only then that Professor Malek’s eyes lingered on her and on me, who kept my mouth shut as promised.

blatant ridicule.

are you underestimating

“Professor Daniel, I was surprised to hear about this study. I never thought he would have established a theory to turn that ‘dark magic’ into a scroll.”

“I am not alone in my achievements.”

Even though it is a compliment, the listener is displeased because the true intention of the praiser is clearly revealed.

Contrary to the words of praise, the voice and gaze are full of ridicule.

“But I can’t help but express my concern about the scrolling of that dark magic.”

“I’m concerned… … .”

“I am concerned about whether scrolling black magic can contribute to the safety of the empire.”

“yes?”

Professor Daniel’s eyebrows twisted as if he had heard something absurd.

safety.

It wasn’t simply the instability of the technique or the inadequacies of the thesis, but what the author, Professor Malek, threw out.

tangle of ideas.

“You must know the significance of the scroll, right? With it, even a three-year-old can use it easily.”

Everyone knows the use of scrolling.

The significance and convenience of its existence.

“However, I doubt whether it is appropriate to support research that puts black magic in the hands of the people of the empire.”

“What on earth do you want to say?”

“Don’t get me wrong. Professor Daniel. I fully admire your ability to conduct this study. However, I think we should have an in-depth discussion about the appropriateness of the dark magic scroll.”

It was the characteristics and uses of the technology called black magic that he found fault with.

“Aren’t black magicians able to handle poison and ominous energy, and even undead, even if they achieve only one or two circles? To complete the scroll is to put it into the hands of the people of the Empire.”

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“… … that.”

“Can anyone say that is appropriate? Even more so, it seems to me that I can already hear that the people of the empire will also raise their voices of opposition.”

A blatant denigration of black magic.

It’s a word full of prejudice, but professors from other classes don’t argue against it.

“Hmm… … . but.”

“I am deeply concerned about giving civilians black magic.”

“Professor Malek has some truth in his opinion.”

Even if you don’t actively respond, you seem to accept it in your heart.

“That is not something to discuss at this stage. Isn’t the popularization of scrolls even more our responsibility?”

Professor Daniel also objected, but Professor Malek didn’t even pretend to be dealing with him, and other professors were busy taking notice of others.

the dean?

“… … .”

For some reason there is only silence.

He probably won’t side with either side.

I am well aware of the prejudice against black magic and feel sorry for it, but I still think that breaking the prejudice must be done by black magicians themselves.

“I think we need a more appropriate discussion.”

Of course, research on dark magic scrolls would not be buried like this.

But time is delayed, and what will a writer like them say with that as an excuse?

It’s obvious.

‘It’s annoying.’

I let out a deep sigh as I glared at Professor Malek, brooding over the feeling of being fed up.

and.

‘Then let’s try to touch his temper.’

Her mouth twitched so as not to be seen, and she was delighted with the flow as expected.

I guess I can play around with this.

That ‘event’ can be triggered.

“There is something I would like to ask you.”

“Tell me. draft.”

The dean readily agreed. Even if he looks like that, he is more flexible than other professors.

I am curious.

There is a tendency to inwardly welcome somewhat reckless and insane bullsh*t rather than sluggish opinions.

“It seems that the other professors are not very pleased with the black magic scroll.”

Ask blatantly.

He’s a rude guy, and it’s none of my business to shoot at him. I’m not interested in your reputation at all.

“If there is anything I don’t like about this achievement, I will humbly accept it.”

Let me know if you can lay it down.

I can’t say for sure what will happen after that.

Originally, it is human nature to be hesitant to lay a board directly.

The professors who were exchanging opinions also rolled their eyes as if they were embarrassed and tried to pass the arms to each other.

“Right. what do you explain Professor Malek.”

The dean glances at her with a pitiful look and forcibly passes the baton.

“… … It’s not dissatisfying. Certainly, the realization of the dark magic scroll is a great achievement that deserves to be evaluated.”

He averted his gaze as if it was a nuisance, but since it was the dean’s order, he took on the appearance of a compliment, even if it was a pretense.

But what he meant to say was by no means a compliment.

“As a technology, it’s great. I succeeded in the dark magic scroll that I thought was impossible. But don’t you know? The distribution of scrolls in the Empire is already fully established.”

He’s a little smug.

“The empire has already provided scrolling results of various ‘magic’ to help the people of the empire live.”

Scrolls within Circle 2 are circulating within the Empire.

“Ahh… … . It’s a scroll of ‘common magic’.”

I put in a sarcasm.

There is no way you don’t know what you want to say.

The scroll industry is already monopolized by public magic.

The Mage Tower was in charge of sales and production.

Professors of most public magic classes have connections with the Mage Tower.

So will that guy.

“Yes. Still an immature black magician. Unfortunately, wouldn’t it be hard to believe that this scroll will help the people of the empire?”

It is explicit.

To maintain the interests of public magic and the Mage Tower.

In order to check in advance if there is a threat to it.

“As a technology, I want to give it a high evaluation. Perhaps, with your research, we may be able to produce a scroll of a higher level.”

The word “common magic” was intentionally left out.

In short, I thought of stealing the know-how while pretending to admit it.

“Professor Malek, are you saying that black magic scrolls are less useful than common magic scrolls?”

“I won’t say that. But the people of the Empire… … I am afraid of what you will think.”

Rather speak plainly.

If you look down on it, that’s fine.

So that… … .

“You will need proof.”

Because it will be an excuse.