Karl no Tensei: Transmigrated as an Assassin with a Mana Meter-Chapter 40: Ch : Who was him?

Class 2-A was a classroom straight out of your dreams. Students huddled in groups, all working on some project as they built machineries that used their own powers.

And leading them was another professor, Miss Elena. Her light green hairs were tied into a bun as she flew.... don’t judge my words, because that’s how it looked to me...among the groups of these smiling students. She guided them and corrected their mistakes from time to time.

But she didn’t go full on with her helping. In fact she restrained herself as much as possible from pointing out everything and let the students adapt to their own critical thinking skills.

’Tch, I want to kidnap these teachers and enroll them in my school.’ I was too jealous of these lucky students.

I mean I understand that I was being a bit too complaining about my own teachers but it doesn’t help when they were either so strict that even a minor spelling mistake could end up reddening your cheeks from their tight slaps or they were so funny that throughout the entire class, they wouldn’t even teach and only when they realise that exams were right up the corner, they go like:

"Students, as you can see...this entire Chapter isn’t anything new to you all. Just read it."

"Oh this Chapter you say? Yeah the concept is definitely new, but nothing much difficult. Just r-read it."

"Shut up! If I teach you everything, what shall you do?! JUST READ IT!"

Yeah I know...such was their audacity that they shouted at us for not being able to complete the syllabus on time for which they actually get paid.

However the activities in class 2-A stopped as well when they saw me. Though their faces didn’t show any signs of caution like I had seen in the previous class.

I talked a few minutes with them and even saw few snippets of their projects before retreating from that class, leaving them to their own world of creative constructions.

After that the minutes ticked down, unnoticed by me as I went from one class to another, introducing myself and looking at the class’s dynamics.

I even visited the section B’s of every class. Although not under my administration for now, they were still a part of the academy. It would be very salty to discriminate classes based on my own selfishness.

Also in certain ways, it would be helpful to me. Firstly the students of those classes would see me in a positive light...or atleast would have better impression of me. Also I could regularly watch them and understand their progress. That could be used to compare the progress of the students under my own administration.

Indirectly, that would be comparing me to Reinhard. Exactly what I needed to push me forward.

Having done with the visits, I started walking to my office for the first time. The corridors were almost silent at this hour, except for the janitors sweeping the floor and the eternal presence of construction guys, always repairing one thing after the other.

How much money was even spent on all this maintainenance I wonder...

As I came across the wide corridor where my office was situated, I saw Reinhard. He was entering his own office room, which very conveniently was right next to mine. His hands would sometimes caress his stomach and his posture was one of someone staggering instead of walking.

Not to my surprise, his wounds were still present on him. It was only thanks to him being a Third Order that he could survive Henry’s wrath.

Reinhard didn’t seem to notice me as he entered his office. Few seconds later, I went inside my own office room as well.

The space wasn’t much luxurious and quaintly filled with a desk that looked as smooth as the surface of packaged butter, three chairs - one behind the desk and two in front for any visitors to this room. Other than that, there was a wooden shelf at one side of the room which was stacked with few folders.

Even the desk had papers and files on them, neatly placed to maintain an pristine ambience.

’The workload doesn’t seem much....if we go by the number of files.’ I thought as I sat on the plush chair.

"First things first." I muttered as I pushed away the other files and pulled a stack of registers towards me. Something that I had asked of the academy staff in the morning.

Methodically, my fingers drawled on the pages and my eyes skimmed through their pages rapidly. As each register closed and a new one opened under my hands, the frown on my brows deepened.

I closed the last register. On it was written in bold letters: "7-B".

All of these were the attandance registers that always had updated information on the students in this academy.

"This is disappointing....no, not just disappointing. This is the absolute worst. Another variable has appeared it seems." I spoke in solitude, my voice straining towards frustration.

Why? Because of one certain person.

Actually....a student. Or so it was supposed to be anyways.

Azak.

The red haired who had "helped" me with the syllabus of the examination. The one who had told me all the rumours surrounding me. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

However, even after going through all the registers, not a single trace of his name was to be found.

Not even a surname with it. Or even an old student, someone who might have just withdrawn from this academy.

But no, there was no record of him...it was as if he had never existed at all.

And I needed to find him. Because oh god, was I so betrayed when I found out after thorough factchecking that except for Henry’s achievements on history and his combat expertise, everything Azak had said to me was a big fat lie.

Sure Vitalis and Terra Verde were popular here but by no means were they even important subjects. In fact the academy considered them as optional subjects....

But if he wasn’t present in any of the registers and even while going through all the classes I didn’t see anyone resembling anything close to him....

Then...who was him?