Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 366

Chapter 366: Disgrace Of A Professor
“We can’t really test it out here,” Esme said after a moment’s thought.

She reached for Azel’s hand to pull him along but hesitated halfway with her cheeks tinting a bit. “Let’s go to the alchemy testing room.”

Azel sighed but nodded, allowing himself to be led as they walked toward the staircase that connected the research wing to the lab floors.

“So,” Esme began casually, “did Sybil confess?”

“Yes.” Azel answered quickly. “I assume you were the one who put her up to it.”

“Yeah, I did,” Esme admitted, not even pretending to deny it. “She didn’t know the difference between love and attraction, so I… fixed that.”

They climbed the stairs, Esme speaking faster now that she had an audience. “And we became friends too. So I guess that’s nice. I hope you guys will be a happy couple.”

Azel didn’t reply. He just exhaled through his nose, staring straight ahead. How was he supposed to save a heroine that didn’t want to interfere with the other one?

When they reached the alchemy lab, it looked strangely normal. Like a normal lab room over on Earth honestly.

“The professor here is a weirdo, and he threatens us.” Esme muttered as she walked toward the back section of the room. “He really tries to disturb the female students here though he’s never really touched us.”

Azel’s expression hardened. “Then you should transfer out.”

She turned and blinked at his tone. “Transfer out?”

“He has a bad history,” Azel said. “I’m not even sure why he’s still a professor.”

Esme grimaced and motioned Azel to sit down on one of the testing tables. “Isn’t it obvious? He’s a noble. His family dumps a mountain of gold into Academy funding. As long as that happens, the administration looks away… unless he does something extreme.”

Esme changed the subject quickly, handing him the glowing vial. “Alright, let’s just focus on this instead. Here.”

Azel uncorked the vial, he couldn’t place the smell of it since he hadn’t smelt something like this before. “So I just drink it?”

“Yes. Tell me how it feels after.”

He didn’t hesitate.

With one tilt, he downed the contents.

The liquid burned like fire on the way down, heat crawling up his throat before settling deep in his chest.

Then came the surge… a flood of energy so overwhelming that it made his vision sharpen and the world slow around him.

‘I feel… stronger,’ he thought.

Mana flowed violently through his body, expanding until he could feel it buzzing in his fingertips.

His mana reserves which weren’t little… now felt vast, like an ocean had been poured into him.

This was a threefold increase, if Esme’s theory was right.

“If I had this when I fought Elione the first time,” he muttered, “I’d have blown him apart in one spell.”

“How do you feel?” Esme asked eagerly with her notebook already in hand.

“I feel fine. Stronger even,” he said, flexing his hand. Threads of blue mana gathered at his palm all on their own.

Esme’s eyes widened.

“Wow… his body’s overflowing with mana already,” she whispered to herself. “That means his reserves are far stronger than average. Only high-tier mages ever manifest aura-visible mana naturally without summoning it…”

She scribbled notes rapidly. “So do you think your mana’s really tripled?”

“Feels like it,” Azel admitted. “It’s not uncomfortable though. Just… hot.”

She smiled with satisfaction. “Perfect. That means the stabilization works! Even if the effect lasts ten minutes, it could help soldiers survive large-scale battles. Imagine battlemages sustaining mana-heavy bombardments without exhausting themselves.”

“Or imagine them vaporizing entire fields by accident,” he muttered.

Before Esme could respond, the door to the lab opened.

Professor Xebli Abron walked in… he was tall and slim, and wearing the same smug grin that made Azel’s skin crawl.

His robes were perfectly pressed, but his eyes carried the look of someone who thought charm equaled authority.

“Oh ho ho ~ what are we working on today?” Xebli’s tone was almost sing-song, the sound of someone who enjoyed hearing himself talk. He walked over to them.

Azel’s stomach twisted.

‘I really hate this guy.’

“It’s a simple potion, Professor—” Esme began, but before she could finish, Xebli draped his arm casually around her shoulders.

“I told you, call me Xebli,” he said with a smirk. “We’re all colleagues here, aren’t we?”

Azel’s eyebrow twitched.

The professor leaned closer to Esme. “And this handsome young man… your boyfriend?”

“N-no! Azel isn’t my boyfriend!” she blurted, shaking her head. “He already has a girlfriend!”

Xebli’s grin grew wider, as if that answer pleased him. “Ah, I see… then he won’t mind stepping outside for a while, will he? I just want to have a little chat with my student.”

He glanced at Azel like a predator daring prey to back down.

Esme froze and her lips trembled. Azel saw the flicker of discomfort in her eyes, and something inside him snapped.

He stood up, slowly and deliberately.

His expression was blank, but mana began to leak from his skin like steam.

The vial’s effects hadn’t worn off yet, and now his body pulsed with triple the normal amount of power.

He walked over, stopping right in front of Xebli.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” he said calmly.

Then, without warning, he grabbed the professor’s shoulder and pressed.

A sharp crack echoed as the joint dislocated… Xebli howled in pain.

“W-what are you—”

Before he could finish, Azel grabbed his throat with his other hand and lifted him clean off the ground.

Mana flared like fire around his arm, glowing gold-white and burning the man’s robe at the collar.

“You think you can harass students because your family pays for the furniture here?” Azel’s voice was low but filled with venom. “You disgust me.”

“A-Azel—wait—” Esme started, but the look in his eyes silenced her instantly. ‘Is the vial amplifying his emotions as well…?’

He sounded very angry.

Azel squeezed harder. “You’ve made too many students uncomfortable for far too long. I’ll make sure this time, someone remembers it.”

Holy mana exploded from his entire body, flooding the room in brilliant light.

The tables rattled, the shelves trembled, and the glass flasks lining the walls shattered into shards.

The sheer pressure of his magic made the walls groan.

Then he threw the professor upward with a single effortless motion.

The man’s body shot through the ceiling like a cannonball, leaving a smoking hole as he continued screaming all the way up.

Azel brushed his hands together.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said calmly, “I’ll go report myself to the Principal.”

He turned toward Esme, who was staring at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

“Oh,” he added, giving her a thumbs-up, “you’re welcome.”

A moment later, there was a SPLAT from above.