I Became the Obsessed Ex-Husband in a Romance Fantasy Chapter 151 - Read Online

Translated Chapter 151. Side Story - Major Requirement (6) "Isn't it obvious?" Anersen sneered and immediately stepped to Rose's side. "To think my most outstanding disciple—and the greatest genius next to myself—is reclaiming her rightful rights that were stolen by a rat." "Anersen-nim." Rose had appeared flustered upon first seeing Anersen, but she soon offered a light bow. "I didn't expect you to come in person." "My body felt so restless I couldn't endure it after seeing the materials you provided, Madam." Anersen nodded and raised his voice slightly. Enough so that every student in the lecture hall could hear. "Refining and supplementing crude graffiti? Don't make a passing orc laugh, Albert." He whipped around and glared at Albert. "I carefully cross-verified the Duchess's original manuscript and your thesis. And do you know what conclusion I reached?" Albert immediately intuited that the words to come from Anersen's mouth would never be in his favor. "The Duchess's original formula was a perfect work of art in itself. Because you meddled with it under the guise of refining it, the level of completion only dropped." "That can't be! My calculations were perfect...!" "If you had even an ounce of conscience, you shouldn't have preached about grace while playing the teacher." An unconcealable disgust was evident in Anersen's tone. "Accept the Duchess's request. Otherwise, I will personally use my authority as the President of the Magic Society to dispose of your thesis." The greatest disgrace one could experience in the Magic Society. Anersen's declaration served as the final hammer blow. It would have been better if Albert had personally withdrawn the thesis. The moment Anersen, the society president, stepped in, the situation would spiral uncontrollably. "Ugh, ah..." Albert despaired as he realized he had no way out, nor any authority left to defend himself. "I under...stand. I will... accept the Duchess's request." It was a virtual declaration of defeat. An answer given in front of everyone, one that couldn't be taken back. The students in the lecture hall didn't even let out a breath as they watched Professor Albert's downfall unfold. Among them were students who had suffered similar experiences to Rose, or who had been subjected to unfair treatment by Professor Albert. Their gazes slowly shifted toward Rose. "......" Rose stood tall with a cool but elegant expression. At that moment, the Magic Studies Department students intuitively knew. Starting today, the landscape of the magical academia would be completely overturned. "You did well, Rose." Dane's eyes gleamed coldly as he kissed the tips of Rose's hair. ** His office located in the Academy's professor's building. Albert hadn't even taken a seat; he was leaning on his desk, panting heavily with rage. "Damn it! Shit!" How could this happen to Albert Wallenstein? He had always reigned like a king before his students, receiving their awe and respect-filled gazes. Everyone had praised him, lifting him up as a talent of the magical academia. But today? Not only did he beautifully fall into the trap of a girl more than ten years his junior, but he was also openly criticized by Anersen, who had always been a thorn in his side. It was safe to say it was the most humiliating day of Albert's life. "Aaaargh!" The more he thought about it, the more his frustration and anger surged, making him feel like he would go crazy. "Anersen, why did that bastard have to come all the way here!" The reason that guy took Rose's side was obvious. It was an audacious scheme to get on the good side of the Schumichel Family, who controlled the domestic distribution of mana stones. Especially the arrogant gaze of Rose Schumichel, that insolent girl, hadn't been forgotten. No matter if they were the Schumichel Family, they couldn't destroy the reputation and authority Albert had built up all at once. Albert planned to use every means and method to ensure Rose couldn't establish a foothold in the magical academia. "Just you wait, how dare she bite the hand of her teacher..." Bang! At that moment, the laboratory door suddenly opened. "Who is it?!" Albert turned around in a fit of rage. "What kind of bastard doesn't even knock..." And then he froze right where he stood. Dane Schumichel. He was the visitor who had intruded into his laboratory without knocking. "Professor Albert." Dane strode in as if Albert's permission didn't matter. He was a few heads taller than Albert. The gaze looking down from above was as cold as frost. "Wh-what is this rudeness?" Albert squeezed out all his courage to produce a dignified voice. He barely managed to put strength into his neck, which was trying to shrink back like a turtle. "This is a professor's laboratory. You can't just barge in like-" *Swish.* Instead of answering, Dane picked up the nameplate resting on Albert's desk. The wooden nameplate, beautifully engraved with the name Albert Wallenstein, *Crack!* was shattered into pieces by Dane's grip alone and scattered on the floor. Albert gasped, sucking in a breath as if his own neck bone had been broken. "You must be wondering why I came." Dane said as he ground the nameplate fragments under his heel. *Gulp.* Instantly, Albert intuited it. Dane Schumichel was not here as a mere undergraduate student, but as the Duke of Schumichel. "......" An intangible something emanating from Dane tightened Albert's breath. Although Albert didn't know it was killing intent, his instinctual senses made him realize that he was currently under threat. "Why... have you c-come here, and for what matter?" His pride was hurt, but there was nothing he could do. With the shield of the Academy gone, all that remained was the kingdom's greatest power holder and strongest knight, and a single scholar standing before him. "I am on my way back from meeting the Academy's headmaster to request the convening of a disciplinary committee." "Wh-what did you say?!" The color drained from Albert's face. Plagiarism of a thesis was a severe issue on its own, but for the Duke of Schumichel to bring it up? It was obvious how heavily the Academy's disciplinary committee would treat this matter. Something that might have ended with a simple reprimand could result in heavy disciplinary action. "No, why?! I told you earlier! I will do as the Duchess requested! I will withdraw the thesis and republish it with the author clearly stated..." "That is what the Duchess of Schumichel requested." Dane said in a flat, monotonous tone with his arms crossed. "I supplied mana stones to the Academy at a price lower than the average market rate to contribute to the cradle of intellect." Why did it feel like a tiger pulling out its claws to inspect them, even though he was merely speaking? Albert had such a thought while his lips trembled uncontrollably. "I plan to entirely reconsider the supply of mana stones I've been providing to the Academy, using this incident as an opportunity." "What?!" "Of course, my thoughts might change depending on how the Academy handles this." Albert's face turned pale blue. If this happened, pressure would begin to mount on Albert from the society president's level. Would that be all? The other departments and professors of the Academy would rise up like a swarm of bees and tear Albert apart. This wasn't a matter that would end with a pay cut or disciplinary action. It had now become an issue of whether he would step down from his professorship or not. "W-wait. Just a moment, please! Your Grace! Please reconsider!" Albert flopped flat on the floor and spilled tears and snot. "I was foolish! I must have been truly mad! I am sorry!" "......" "I sincerely apologize! Please, just spare my life! I have committed a capital offense-" "Your life?" Dane maintained an expression devoid of interest despite Albert's miserable state. "Do you think I came here just to take your pathetic life?" "......" "I am not the one you should be apologizing to." Only then did Albert properly understand why Dane had come here. This man, that is to say... "I... I will go and apologize to the Duchess..." Even though his snot was running down, Albert couldn't even think to wipe it. He had to do something. Anything. "I will also return all the research grants and patent fees I've received from the Cross-Circuit Theory to the Duchess... Your Grace, please, have mercy..." His mind was now so completely blank that he didn't even know what he was blabbering about. He only had the thought of escaping from the murderous beast in front of him. "Until my wife graduates," Dane finally said in a low voice. "There should be no reason for me to visit this place again." With that, he whipped around and disappeared out of the laboratory. "Ugh, uaaaah..." Albert collapsed right there on the spot, letting out only groans. The grim reaper who had hung a scythe over his neck had turned its steps. What he had to do now was clear. ** The Academy's central square, bathed in warm sunlight. It was a peaceful afternoon, with red and yellow-tinted maple leaves fluttering on the wind. "Hmm..." Rose was sitting on a bench leaning against my shoulder, looking at a stiff stack of papers in her hands. It was an academic journal freshly published by the Royal Magic Society this morning. On the very first page, along with the Cross-Circuit Theory, the name of the author, Rose Schumichel, was printed. "Professor Albert paid a hefty sum. He said it was the profits and research funds he had gained by stealing my thesis until now." Breaking the silence, Rose opened her mouth. Rose's clear green eyes shifted from the academic journal and curved slowly toward me. "Honestly, it's not that important of an amount to me." It might have been different during her poor young lady days when she didn't even have the money to buy a piece of bread. To her now, having become the mistress of the Schumichel ducal house, a mere professor's entire fortune was nothing but pocket change. "But this is more important." Rose gently stroked the cover of the academic journal. "The fact that it's known that the author of the Cross-Circuit Theory is entirely me." "It's a relief that the thesis has reclaimed its rightful owner." Rose laughed cheerfully as if in a good mood, then rose and wrapped her arms around my neck. "But it was strange. Let's say Professor Albert was driven out of the academic world, but he was shivering and trembling, saying 'Please don't kill me.'" At a distance so close that I could feel her breath, Rose tapped my cheek and narrowed her eyes. "Dane, you did something, didn't you?" "I didn't say anything." It wasn't a lie. I hadn't demanded anything from Albert. He had offered it on his own two feet. "Hehe..." Rose snorted as if she knew it all, then lightly kissed my lips. "Apparently, he packed his bags and left that very day. He resigned from his professorship too." "I see." I had secretly worried that Rose's life at the Academy might not be smooth sailing after that. No matter how much Anersen had proven it for her, malicious rumors could have clung to her for the act of stomping and dragging a professor down from the podium. However, reality was surprisingly completely different. "Rose! Sorry to bother you on your way, but I have a question about 3-stage reverse calculation." "You were really cool that day. Actually, I also suffered because of Professor Albert..." "Could I get your signature on a copy of the thesis?" Far from unpleasant murmurs or jealousy directed at Rose, people were actually fanatical about her. Every time Rose walked around the Academy grounds, countless students would look at her with eyes full of admiration and praise, parting for her like the Red Sea. People did not feel fear or antipathy towards Rose's confident demeanor that day; rather, they seemed to be even more deeply captivated by it. "What happened to the lectures?" "Anersen-nim agreed to take charge for the first semester. Aren't the students even happier?" The news of Anersen's special lectures was welcomed with open arms by not only the Academy but also the students. Therefore, there was even less of a chance for arrows of criticism to be directed at Rose. That was when it happened. *Clack, clack.* From afar, the heavy sound of horse hooves echoed against the square's marble floor, drawing closer. "Oh my, the children must have arrived!" Rose's face instantly flushed with delight. Today was the day Rosalyn and Damian, who had been staying at Schumichel Castle, were scheduled to visit the Academy to see their dad and mom. *Screech-* A carriage bearing the Schumichel crest stopped in the middle of the square. The coachman was about to leap down from his seat to hurriedly open the carriage door. "Pa. Ma." From inside the carriage, an immature voice that couldn't even properly form words yet spilled out. *Clatter!* And then the carriage door was flung open. Rosalyn, who had been standing inside, saw the open door and spat out a brief remark. "Door. Bwam." She had found waiting for the coachman to open it too bothersome, so she had opened it herself. It was hard to believe that this was the strength of a 15-month-old baby who had only recently started walking. "Waaah! Mama!" Following that, Damian's whining voice was heard from inside the carriage. *Uuu-* Damian's small body lightly floated up into the air, completely ignoring the laws of gravity. "Ma! Hug!" Floating up, Damian stepped out of the carriage, spotted Rose, and reached out his two arms. Rosalyn grabbed the hem of Damian's clothes. "Come down." At those short but heavy words, Damian flinched. "U-ung." Damian quickly dispelled his magic and stepped down to the ground. It was a sight that clearly showed how the power dynamic between the siblings had been formed. "Rosalyn! Damian!" Rose grabbed the hem of her skirt and ran toward the children. I also strode after Rose. "Your Grace, Madam. I hope you have been well." Kasto, the deputy butler who had followed the children out of the carriage, bowed respectfully. "Pa. Ma." Rosalyn reached out her hand toward us. "Rosalyn! Damian! Our babies!" Rose tightly embraced Rosalyn with one arm. And with her other arm, she pulled Damian in and hugged him too. "Rosalyn, Damian, have you been well?" I took Rosalyn and Damian from Rose and held them each in one arm. "I mished you." "Pway wif us!" Rose smiled brightly as she caressed the children's cheeks. "Dane, how about showing the children around the Academy?" "That's a good idea. They will be enrolling here later anyway." Holding the children in our arms, Rose and I began to walk slowly around the campus. The gazes of the people lingered long behind us. "They're here, they're here. The twins...!" "Still, seeing them in person, they're actually cute?" "Shh, watch your mouth! They'll hear you!" "That young lady, she's that tiny, but I heard she's as strong as a grown man!" "What about that young master! Edel said that if you get on that young master's bad side, your life will be exhausting!" Unaware that people were looking at us with awe-filled eyes. "Ma! That!" "Pa. Me too." The sound of the children's laughter mingled with the crisp autumn breeze. "Honey." Rose leaned gently against my shoulder and wore a happy smile. It was the brilliant everyday life that arrived without fail.

I Became the Obsessed Ex-Husband in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 151