Greg followed the professor down the final stretch of corridor leading to the Final Defense conference room.
His footsteps grew heavier, but his mind grew increasingly active as he seriously considered one question:
How could I die with a little dignity in a moment?
After all, the burden on his shoulders was far too heavy now.
Besides the task Academy Head Olivia had given him, he now had Saintess Veronica's earnest expectations to live up to. Yet he himself... knew absolutely nothing about the Final Defense he was about to face.
He suspected Olivia had changed the topic at the last minute because she had seen his performance in the Preliminary Debate and Second Defense and thought he had everything completely under control. That was why she had specially built him a bigger stage, so he could show off his brilliance even more dazzlingly.
The problem was, none of those earlier performances had relied on his own knowledge or ability!
They had all come from his memories of game guides from his previous life!
Analyses of classic cases, references to theories from different schools, answers to tricky questions-all of it had been a memorized script, with none of his own hard work behind it.
So now that the topic had suddenly changed to something entirely new, he had plummeted straight from genius scholar to hopeless failure.
The thought of exposing his true abilities before five of the continent's strongest figures gave him a headache.
Ah, forget it.
Greg heaved a long sigh inwardly.
There's no point thinking about it now. I'll just... deal with whatever comes my way.
The professor ahead stopped before a heavy wooden door.
He turned and gestured for Greg to enter. "We're here. Please go in."
Greg took a deep breath, reached out, and pushed the