Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

"I did pretty well on the exam this time." Looking at the results, Pa slid down and pondered for a moment.

Especially Lambo, Genny, and Rabbi, all of whom performed beyond his expectations.

Although it can't be said to be very good overall for the class, based on their usual performance, well... compared to others, it can be considered pretty good.

"It seems that disciplining the students is still quite necessary." He looked at the owl on his shoulder. "Little Eagle, do you think so too?"

Eagle didn't react much.

There was a noise at the door. He looked up, raised an eyebrow, and said with a mix of surprise and smugness, "Teacher Alueta, why did you make a special trip to Moe Academy so late at night?"

"This is all thanks to Director Pa." The tired voice carried a hint of annoyance.

Sending ten urgent notices a day to summon her to Meng Academy to grade exams is something they're capable of doing.

"Oh dear, all the teachers have finished grading their exams these past two days, but there's still no progress on the history of magic. I'm worried that the teaching schedule won't keep up."

He'd better be.

She replied that she would send the exam papers to Beimeng, but Pa slipped and told her that the exam papers were some kind of secret of Meng Academy and couldn't be sent to other places casually.

“But I’m curious,” she said, moving her office chair next to Aluetta, “Northern Magic doesn’t have a history of magic course, so why do you always go there?”

“I have a few students in the advanced department.” She glanced to the side, seemingly unaware of his ulterior motives, “but I’m often in Beimeng not because of those students.”

Pa slipped to the ground and naturally assumed a listening posture.

However, the person who was speaking only halfway through the sentence did not continue, but focused on looking at the test paper in their hand.

"Ugh! That's what I hate most about people like you. Why do you always only say half of what you mean?"

“After all, it’s a secret of Beimeng,” he said, his hands moving swiftly as he graded the papers. “We can’t just tell anyone.”

"You're right, aren't you, Senior Pa?"

Pa slipped and landed: ...

It's confidential.

What secret?

Can't I tell him if it's related to Moe Academy?

"What kind of secret is it related to?"

Alueta didn't speak; the only sound in the air was the nib of a pen gliding across the exam paper.

"Look, it's just the two of us here. If you don't tell and I don't tell, nobody will know, right?"

“Director Pa,” she stopped writing, “I still need to grade the exam papers.”

"Oh, it's just a test paper," he said. With standard answers, correcting a test paper is easy. He had already seen the questions, and there weren't many subjective questions that allowed for free interpretation. "I'll correct it for you!"

“Okay,” he agreed so quickly that before he could even react, the test paper was neatly arranged and stuffed into his arms. “Then I’ll have to trouble you, Senior Pa.”

Just as she was wondering if she had been tricked, her attention was drawn back to the title "senior," and she twitched her lips twice: "No trouble at all, but please don't call me 'senior.'"

He felt extremely uncomfortable whenever he heard that name.

Alueta didn't directly mention any secrets about Northern Moe Academy, instead changing the subject to another matter: "Was this crisis at Moe Academy resolved by Elder Os and the veterans?"

Why are we suddenly talking about this?

Although he was more curious about the secret, since the matter involved, he still wanted to clarify: "Our Mighty Knights could have easily dealt with that useless Dark Legion..."

This means that Osgeda was just someone who picked up the scraps and didn't play any role at all.

But it's not convenient to say what that implies.

"Really?" The question, devoid of emotion, left one wondering whether the speaker believed it or not.

"Given Elder Oss's location at the time, he wouldn't arrive until that night at the earliest." She didn't mention whether she believed it or not.

The topic seemed to jump around one thing after another, and Pa slipped to the ground, unable to figure out exactly what she wanted to say.

Or is all of this related to Bei Meng's secret?

“That’s what the Elders’ reply said too,” he couldn’t help but recall, realizing something was wrong. “Yes, it won’t arrive until tonight at the earliest.”

But that day, Osgeda arrived early in the morning, followed by Fest.

"You mean..." Osgeda set off before even receiving notification from the Elders' Council?

Alueta nodded, confirming his unspoken conjecture.

“Oh~” Pa slipped to the ground and suddenly realized, “I was saying that the Elder and Osgei seemed so out of sorts that day.”

Looking back, given Osgeda's personality, he must have been furious at the time.

Acting without authorization before the Elders' Council issued any notice, rushing to Meng Academy... Pa slipped down, unsure if she had adequately expressed her gratitude.

There should be... right?

It seems that Fest said something that day, whether he knew it or not?

"Elder Os, I heard you won't arrive at the Magic Academy until tonight at the earliest. I'm worried about the safety of the Magic Academy. I've already reported this to the Elders' Council, and I believe we'll receive a reply soon."

This statement was made because Osgeda brought up Fest's unauthorized actions.

Oh, whether they knew beforehand or not, this statement definitely had an element of intent.

"Wait, how did Elder Os know that Meng Academy was in crisis?" He only sent a letter to the council of elders.

"Elder Taug of Quatno had something to discuss with you that day, but he couldn't reach you or Head Nurse Da Tian Tian. He guessed that something had happened at Meng Academy."

Quaterno is the entrance and exit for the Quark race to the human world, and it often interacts with the Moe Academy. Da Tian Tian is also someone who replies to messages almost instantly, so it's normal for Tao Ge to have this concern.

"He set off immediately based on a mere guess that a message hadn't been replied to for a long time..." He must have properly expressed his gratitude on behalf of the Moe Academy that day, right?

There must be some, right?

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Let's get back to Bei Meng's secrets."

“Oh, that one,” Alueta took a sip of water from her new thermos, “There’s a student at Dongmeng who suffers from dysplasia.”