Zhu Si sat behind her desk, sighing heavily.
For the umpteenth time, she regretted accepting Edge Academy's offer. Besides teaching, she now also managed the preparatory students of Edge Academy's minority races, overseeing the pre-enrollment studies of magical-race students such as Rat People, fishfolk, nymphs, Hōma, and centaurs.
She had originally thought that dealing with all sorts of young magical races would be an interesting experience.
But she had forgotten that no matter how interesting a job was, it was still a job. Once something interesting became work, it became much less interesting. Dealing with cute underage or newly adult nymphs was one thing; dealing with underage or newly adult magical-race students on behalf of the school was another.
The perspectives from which the two sides approached problems were inherently different.
Just like now.
This weekend, the parents of her adorable nymph students had nearly flooded the preparatory administration office's mailbox. Every day when she entered the office, paper cranes and Howling Letters swarmed in from all directions. She did not even need to open them to know what they were yelling about—
"—You actually let an Ogre serve as a professor at Edge Academy? Since when did First University fall so low that it became a preparatory school for the Withered Land!"
Li Meng sat cross-legged on the floor nearby. She had come to Edge Academy over the weekend to volunteer. To her left was a pile of opened envelopes, to her right a pile of unopened letters, and in front of her a heap of ashes left by burned-out Howling Letters. At that moment, she was reading an اعتراض letter sent by a merfolk parent, her face full of helplessness. "—Oh, when will they realize that First University was originally the Withered Land's preparatory school?"
The Withered Land