Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 152: 152-This Is An Emergency

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The murmur in the room subsided as Headmaster Im Ilseong and Maid Eun-Wol walked in. Every staff member lowered their gazes slightly and furrowed their brows. The air was filled with a stifling tension that dug its teeth deep into the skin of everyone, and the current silence only further solidified the feeling. Im Ilseong took his seat at the head of the table, his usual aloof demeanor nowhere to be found. It had been lost for a while now, but it was a lot more prominent at the moment. “This is bad, headmaster,” Professor Jung was the first to speak up. There was a timidness to her tone, one that wasn’t usually present. “What do we do?” “We keep it from the students for now, that’s what,” said Dr. Elias Namgoong in reply. “But they have the right to know,” Instructor Park Minjee chimed in. “Yes, they do. But they also have the tournament to be preoccupied with,” Dr. Elias Namgoong replied. “What good will it do to tell them of something so delicate? It’ll only strike fear in them and derail them from the main focus of their time in school.” “Nonsense,” Professor Kang Hyunsoo voiced. He rarely talked during these meetings, but he couldn’t help himself this time. “Such nonsense, Elias. If there’s anything that the students should know about, it’s this.” He slammed his hands on the table. “A professor of theirs is dead!” The room stilled. That revelation was not something they all had no idea about. And it hadn’t even been that long since they had found out. Regardless, it still carried the same weight. The death of a professor was not something that could just be shifted aside, and it was definitely not something that could be kept under wraps for long. It put the academy in a great deal of trouble, and could risk their standing in the eye of the Council of Mages. An academy that could not keep its own professor safe. How could it swear to keep its students safe? “We have to do something, headmaster,” Professor Jung continued. “We know who did this. It’s obvious. We can’t just keep letting them get away with terrorizing our country.” Im Ilseong took a deep breath, knotting his fingers. “We aren’t letting them get away with it, Jung Seoyeon. And we most certainly won’t let them get away with killing a professor of our academy…” He paused. “Regardless of what he did.” The brows of the staff dropped at that statement, each one as confused as the other. “What he did?”Professor Jung was the first to speak up. Im Ilseong turned to Eun-Wol standing beside him and nodded. She operated the pad in her hand, and a projector dropped from the ceiling of the room. With another tap on the screen of the pad, a display appeared on the projector, and she shuffled between pictures that showed Professor Dmitri arriving at Club Spiral. Gasps echoed through the room. “What’s this, if I may ask, headmaster?” Dr. Elias said, tilting his head gently. “An anonymous e-mail sent to the headmaster,” Eun-Wol replied in Im Ilseong’s stead. “Anonymous?” Park Minjee shuddered. “Someone was spying on Professor Dmitri?” “I fail to understand, headmaster,” Professor Jung said. “Someone was spying on Professor Dmitri. He willingly walked into Club Spiral. And you just mentioned something about what he had done. How do these all relate to one another? Do you mind explaining?” Im Ilseong nodded. “I apologize for keeping this from you all for all this while. Until this moment, it had all been speculation, and it would have been unethical of me to strike suspicion in your hearts in the advent that it all came out to be nothing but false.” He cleared his throat, hesitating to reveal such delicate information. But if not now, then it was never. “I suspected Professor Dmitri to be the one who pushed his brother, Nikolai, to lean into drugs and cause the Berserker event that had occurred with the boy.” Everyone suddenly stiffened, dazed looks spreading across all their faces. It was silent for a long while, stretching on to the point that it almost felt like it would neve