Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 15 Public Execution

"Dean Heisenberg..."

Heissen stood up in response, his voice sounding somewhat weak, whether from excessive excitement or stage fright.

He looked as listless as a bean sprout, his tall, thin body unable to fill out his clothes, and his bony face with half-closed, sleepy eyes that made him very unpleasant to look at.

His loose-fitting black uniform, as unkempt as his sallow curly hair... This is no noble young master! He's clearly a drug addict who's overindulging in excessive sex!

"Sound Block... Can't hear you, try again!"

Mao Die could hear him originally; the reason he used magic to block it was simply because he didn't like him and wanted to cause trouble.

"Heisenberg, Dean Heisenberg..."

"Sound Block..."

"I can't hear you!"

Before Mao could offer any sharp comment, Hong Shixi'an jumped in and started making a fuss.

"Trying to chant magic in such a low voice?"

A chubby guy with curly brown hair next to him gave Heissen a personal demonstration of finishing blows with a powerful voice.

"Yes, I can't hear you!"

"I can't hear anything at all!"

Encouraged by the two of them making a fuss, the other boys, not wanting to miss out on the fun, joined in the shouting.

"You...you're here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

Heissen wanted to get angry, but then he thought about it. He was even too afraid to look the two men, who were of much higher status, in the eye. He only dared to sneakily look at Modie for help.

Mao Die remained silent, only laughing.

"I am Dean Heissen, the second son of Baron Heissen of the Saint Roman Empire!"

Seeing that his last hope had been dashed, the energetic young man had no choice but to stand at attention and loudly introduce himself.

"Great, that's very energetic!"

Modie nodded in satisfaction, jumped off the podium, and slowly moved to stand in front of the trembling Heissen.

"That's more like your usual behavior! I heard you're particularly aggressive towards women and non-aristocratic staff when you're bullying others, especially?"

He used his staff as a pointer, tapped him on the head as a warning, and then, under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, pressed down his hands, ending this "appetizer".

Heissen, though a nobleman, dared not defy Maud's will.

Regardless of their teacher-student relationship, as one of the world's only fourteen remaining Void Elemental Mages, how could he, who is used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong, possibly afford to offend him?

"I heard your family's mysterious herbs are quite potent, why don't you tell me about them... Sigh, never mind, it's no fun hiding anything, is it?"

What's with all this self-introduction? It's just that they took a liking to you at first glance and wanted to mess with you while they were at it.

Mao Die made this plate of dumplings as a self-introduction just to humiliate Heissen, who was like a dish of vinegar.

Because Heissen bullied Furlyn, Modie wanted to retaliate on her behalf, after all, he had an unwritten principle in his heart:

No one can bully Furlyn. If anyone could, it would be Modie.

"Well, since Heissen has spoiled the fun, there's no need to continue this boring activity."

After finishing training the dog, before returning to the podium, he took out the bare-covered magic book from his pocket and pretended to tuck it under his left arm.

He didn't want to be too conspicuous; he just wanted to lay the groundwork for the future hunt.

If two young masters were to die in just a few days, not to mention the panic within the academy, if it were to alarm important figures, he might very well get into trouble for himself, Ivinel, or even Furlyn.

A safety net plan is like a textbook in class; you may not need it, but you can't be without it.

On his first day of work, he had to at least make it look decent, so as not to let Yvonne ruin his reputation as a "makeshift crew".

"Alright, students, let's begin the lesson."

He spent a long time fussing and wasting a lot of time, and thus began his first lesson in life.

"Please everyone..."

What should I talk about?

The teaching methods in this world are quite different from those in reality. Students don't have textbooks, only notebooks and a quill pen.

According to Mao Die's observation yesterday, the lecturers also seemed to have no need for textbooks, and they could decide for themselves what to teach.

"Well, from what I understand, you're all probably tired of hearing theory, right?"

It wasn't that he was tired of it; it was just that he hadn't studied detailed magic theory. As a player, he only knew how to click on skills and read the descriptions. In battle, he chanted overpowered virtual spells.

In terms of even the most basic knowledge, he is not as good as the students present. Expecting such a talented person to impart knowledge and answer questions is simply absurd.

"Well, in that case..."

Looking at the pairs of bewildered yet knowledge-eager eyes, Mao Die couldn't bear to turn away. Even if he had to say whatever came to mind, he still wanted to say something.

"The magic I possess is far too advanced, while my practical combat experience is simple and easy to understand. Today, let's talk about aiming and movement techniques."

"Pre-aiming and movement techniques?"

Even as he was spouting nonsense with a straight face, Hong Shih-an was still interacting with him enthusiastically.

"That's right."

With a mischievous grin, Modie approached Furlyn, who was intently writing, and, waving his wand, continued his explanation.

"The practical application of magic cannot be separated from these two. Having magic power and being able to chant is just a clumsy, fixed turret, but with these, it's different."

Breeze Blow – Look!

A gentle breeze arose from the tip of the cane, brushing against the girl's meticulous face and ruffling the golden-brown wisps of hair at her temples.

"Whoa?! Teacher, you?"

This naive little girl thought she could learn something, little did she know that her idolized teacher only wanted to tease her.

"snort……"

She glared at Mao Die angrily, smoothing her messy bangs, and her pouty face made a limited-time comeback.

"The so-called pre-aiming of spells emphasizes stability, accuracy, and ruthlessness. Only by having a target in mind can one be stable, the tip of the staff must be pointed accurately, and the incantation must be chanted quickly and ruthlessly."

Seeing that Furlyn wasn't truly angry, Modie knew he still had room to maneuver, so he waved his cane and laughed again.

"I'll demonstrate again, Air Suction—"

Instead of using his hands roughly, he used the wind to sweep the curved hat off her table.

"Not again?"

Furlyn jumped up hastily and reached out to grab it, but the fur was very bad—

He raised his wand lightly like a conductor, and his curved hat floated up slightly, just in time to catch the touch of her slender fingers.

"Don't blink, everyone!"

With another flick of his wrist, the curved hat floated into the sky, tracing a large heart shape in the air, following the heart-shaped trajectory of the magic wand.

"My God!"

His superb magical performance won thunderous applause, even the sulking Furlyn was stunned.

"See, high! (Look how high it's flying!)"

Hong Shih-an suddenly slammed his hand on the table, raised his right arm, and pointed at the cleric's hat in astonishment.

It can only be said that he truly lives up to his reputation as a young master from the Saint Roman Empire. Not speaking his mother tongue has led to unexpected and even unintentional antics that are so distinctly regional.

"Basic procedure, don't panic."

The applause and cheers were something Maodie had already gotten used to in the previous cycle; he could simply enjoy them with a smile.

The curved magic hat had fallen amidst the commotion, landing on his raised right arm.

"Now that we've covered aiming, let's talk about movement techniques."

As he spoke, he grinned mischievously and walked toward Furlyn, who was still in a daze, waving the curved hat in front of her eyes until he got her attention back.

"teacher!"

The girl's coquettish pout was utterly threatening, and her hand, which was trying to take back the hat, ended up empty-handed.

It turned out that Mao Die had been enticing her with a quick retreat, and even though she tried her best to reach for it on tiptoe, she couldn't touch the hat on his head.

A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom; everything was steadily improving.

"Teacher, you're mean!"

Furlin was so angry that she stomped her feet, her clenched fists piled up on both sides, just short of rushing up and giving Maodie a good beating like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Hey, okay, okay, don't be angry!"

Having successfully created the right atmosphere, Mao Die wisely stopped, returning the bent hat to its rightful owner with a forced smile, and even using his thumb and forefinger to prop up a smiling face on her soft cheeks.

"You must attend class with a smile."

While Fullin was still clueless, Modie knew perfectly well what was going on—

If she is destined to be the center of attention, rather than making her the target of prejudice, it would be better for her to slowly transform into a comedian that no one dislikes.

He didn't know when he would leave, so he could only do his best to make the most of every class he was still teaching to improve the public opinion environment around her.

Only in this way could he leave in peace, even if their relationship was ultimately doomed, at least he had arranged a way out for her, thus putting an end to a regret...

Regret...?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, probably because the joyful scene highlighted his sorrow, and a familiar fluttering sensation found his heart again.

"Huh?! You idiot—"

The agonizing discomfort intensified, and Furlin's little fist struck his chest squarely once more.

"Cough..."

He leaned shakily against the table, cold sweat streaming down his face, which had turned deathly pale.

Breathing is so difficult... My heart feels like it's being gripped by an invisible hand... My consciousness is gradually fading...

This feeling is exactly the same as before I came here... Could it be...? No! I can't collapse here... and... I can't leave!

"Furlin, I..."

He realized something was very wrong and tried to stand up by leaning against the table.

"Teacher?! You...!"

Furlyn was terrified and turned pale. She hurriedly supported the nearly unconscious Maodie, but he could no longer resist the sudden discomfort.

"sorry……"

In his final moments, Maodie's vision went black, and his weakened body, like tears sliding from the corners of his eyes, leaned forward and collapsed onto the body of his beloved Furlin.

Has this cross-dimensional encounter really ended so suddenly...? There are still so many things left undone...

I'm so unwilling to accept this...