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Solomon furrowed his brows. "I was only promoted to the second year like last week. It makes no sense to hold me to the higher second-year quota for a month that is already almost over."

The Grandmaster pondered the argument for a while. He hummed in quiet amusement, clearly enjoying the debate. "That is a very fair point. Therefore, instead of forcing you to complete the exorbitant second-year quota, I will grant you a grace period. You will only have to generate fifty thousand points this week, which is the standard first-year monthly quota."

Solomon immediately pointed out the timeline discrepancy. "It has only been a little over a week since I originally returned to the academy from the Eastern Realms. It will take one more week for me to get my owl back. That only accounts for roughly half a month."

He leaned closer and continued, "Even though my drone was destroyed a few weeks ago in the Eastern Realms, I was still streaming for at least ten days this month. I am absolutely sure I completed enough live challenges and received enough gifts during those ten days to cover the fifty thousand."

The Grandmaster stared at Solomon with a completely serious expression. "Even with those accumulated gifts, your current monthly total still does not reach fifty thousand. You desperately need those points either way. Your absolute best, most secure choice is to take this single teaching mission, which guarantees you the fifty thousand points upon completion."

"I do not know how to teach a class," Solomon argued stubbornly.

The Grandmaster didn’t say a word. He simply tapped his crystal console. A holographic projection flared to life above the desk, clearly displaying a high-definition, recorded clip of Solomon expertly teaching Elizabeth, Arthur, Maximus, and Marco the intricate mechanics of the Azure Crane Blade back in the royal courtyard.

Solomon scowled in profound annoyance. "I still want to take on a different, combat-oriented mission rather than babysitting a bunch of novices."

"You sound exactly like Professor Balzac when he tries to get out of doing his grading paperwork," the Grandmaster remarked dryly. "You can take this mission or spend the week reading the rules of the rulebook."

Solomon let out a sigh, realizing he was completely cornered by the bureaucratic trap. "Fine. How will this teaching mission work, and why are you speaking as if I am practically guaranteed to win this competition? If I spend an entire week trying to teach them and I end up failing, not only will I completely miss the monthly quota, but I will also miss out on taking any other missions."

The Grandmaster grinned, leaning closer across the desk. "I will let you in on a little administrative secret. Most second-year students avoid this teaching mission because they find it incredibly tedious and boring. There is a very high probability that absolutely no one else will sign up for the task. Which means you will automatically be declared the winner by default."

Solomon still wasn’t entirely convinced by the supposed ’guaranteed’ victory, but he ultimately decided to accept the mission anyway. He had briefly scanned the digital mission list when the Grandmaster first pulled it up, and honestly, none of the available combat tasks seemed interesting enough to bother with.

Hunting a generic D-rank dungeon mob or slaying a C-rank monster wouldn’t entertain him in the slightest anymore. There was absolutely no point in taking a combat mission that offered zero challenge.

"What am I supposed to do in this mission, and when does it start?" Solomon asked, picking the parchment back up.

"There is no strict, rigid objective," the Grandmaster explained. "You simply have to teach the first-year novices some basic sword-related foundations, combat stances, and physical mechanics. It is a specially organized class specifically designed for the royal and noble students who were forcefully recalled from the Eastern Realms due to the looming cultist danger."

The Grandmaster offered an encouraging nod. "It is primarily a theory class, but you are free to include practical sparring sessions as well. It does not matter what techniques you teach them, or how you choose to teach it. Just keep them occupied and ensure they learn something."

Solomon left the Grandmaster’s office a short while later, having finalized the tedious administrative paperwork for the teaching mission. A proxy professor—a stern-looking man tasked with supervising the student-led class and grading their instructional performance—was assigned to escort him.

They made their way toward the first-year academic wings. Solomon knew the general layout of the campus well enough, but he was relatively unfamiliar with this specific sector since he had entirely bypassed the mandatory theory classes upon his initial enrollment.

They reached a sprawling, amphitheater-style lecture hall and stepped inside. The room was massive, featuring tiered seating designed to comfortably house over five hundred students. Currently, however, there were fewer than fifty students scattered across the benches.

Every single one of them was either a noble or a royal who had been forcefully recalled from the Eastern Realms.

Solomon scanned the room and immediately spotted Arthur and Maximus sitting near the middle rows. He also noticed Elizabeth sitting perfectly upright in the very front seat.

She looked absolutely baffled to see him walk through the door, as she clearly had no idea he had already returned. She shifted slightly in her seat, looking as though she desperately wanted to tell him something, but she forced herself to remain composed and quiet since they were in a classroom setting.

Solomon glanced up and noticed dozens of bronze owls perched neatly along a designated wooden beam near the ceiling. The drones were all lined up with their optical lenses dimmed, resting in a mandatory sleep mode.

’So the drones are intentionally turned off during formal theory classes,’ Solomon realized, feeling a slight pang of disappointment that his chat wouldn’t be able to witness his teaching debut.

The proxy professor stepped up to the main podium, gestured toward Solomon, and addressed the small crowd. "Students, Solomon will be leading today’s session. He will be teaching you the fundamental theories regarding weapon selection and proper weapon handling."

The noble students immediately began to whisper and mutter among themselves. Several of them scowled, clearly unhappy about being lectured by a notorious, unrefined commoner.

’I am already not liking this class,’ Solomon thought to himself, crossing his arms.