Grandmaster Of All Job Class

Chapter 126 - Principal

"Please do sit gentlemen," Said the principal. Dressed in a suit and tie was hanging on his neck. Glasses were apparent on his face. Blocking his deep blue eyes and ocean green.

Joan observed the surroundings first then saw the simplicity in it. Just a table and sofas were seen. A small mini table was surrounded by the sofas and two chairs were standing on the front of the principal's table. Adjacent to the table was a picture of the king hanging on the wall just at the back of the principal.

A mini forest was seen on the glass placed on top of the table of the principal. Small bonsais were seen inside and some mosses were being humidified by fog. A rune was present and was seen blowing humidified air that felt like a cold aura. It was overflowing from the lid and was eye-catching. As the principal saw Joan staring at it, he felt like he was new to it..

"Beautiful isn't it?" He said.

"Yes," Joan said to him.

"Haha, right? Well, you are a new face. Care to explain why a new kid is here in the office? Is he a student? I am not the disciplinarian of the school right?" He said.

Joan closed his eyes and smiled at his remarks. Thinking that everything was misunderstood.

"Ah, ahem. Let me explain dear principal. He is Joan Emsworth, the only survivor of your elder brother's village," Isaias said the most important details. Straight to the point.

"What?" He said then slammed his hands on the table.

"So you are his village member? I am still lamenting so I am not in the mood to listen to silly talks. Keep it short, I don't have all the time. I can't even make a proper burial for him as I was busy. I received a letter and thought it was a joke. But then it was reported that the village was decimated," He said to them.

"Joan was the one who sent the letters," Isaias said.

"Ah, yes it makes sense now. Thank you, you have done a service. So what do you need? Money?" He said while his left brow went up.

"I am the one that will give you something. Not you giving something to me," Joan said to him.

"Oh? You are challenging me? What could be it that you are so proud of it?" He asked him.

"Your brother's last message to you. His last. You don't want it? I might rip it to your face if you want," Joan said to him and then brought out a paper with a seal of wax. Joan was about to rip it but the principal shouted at him and jumped from his seat and grabbed his hands.

"No! Stop! Okay, okay I will read," He blurted out. The principal was about to cry about his actions.

"Okay, it is yours," Joan said nonchalantly. Getting away his hands from the letter.

The Prophets were surprised at what was happening. For a proud principal to act so pitiful. The principal then was seen having drops of tears while still hesitant to open it.

"Oh brother, oh brother. What have they done to you? Tell me he didn't turn into undead. Tell me!" He shouted at Joan.

"He was sent to heaven as I have commanded my Angel of Death. He is resting in peace now," Joan said.

"Ah, okay. I will read the letter. Will you wait for me outside?" He said to them.

It was then, they all went outside. Closing the door then they waited outside.

"Dear brother, I hope you are okay. While I write this letter, I am being disturbed by your nephew's sons and daughters saying that they want to also join the Academy. Little Tracey here wants to become a Mage and shoot spells in the future. Yeah, they are still too young, I know. But anyway, I am happy that we survived the fire on our harvest and we are raided by bandits on the same day. You will be shocked by what I will say but a kid saved us from the bandits. Killing them for us. I care for the child's future and will ask you to please support him. He is Joan Emsworth dear brother. I hope you grant his dreams for me. I would gladly pay his allowances and tuition fee. So make him a scholar, I am willing to apply for a loan if you want. Just take care of the child. And by the way, he has changed the delinquents here into wood hunters. My grandson was also his student whom he trained to hunt and he gives food to our table now to pass time. Maybe that's all, promise me brother. By the way, your grandsons and I will visit one day. They missed you so much–Sincerely yours, your brother."

"Silly brother, you are silly." The Principal said.

It was then, they heard the principal wail inside. Loud enough for them to hear. Joan was shaken for a while. It was so hard for him to accept the fact that his parents died. Making him remember how hard it was to accept to see their dead bodies hang in the pole. Bloodied and devils were dancing in their lifeless bodies.

As hard it was to accept, Joan felt like crying too as he heard the principal's wailings. Isaias patted his shoulders and Joan felt helpless for a moment. His heart ached and his eyes welled. Tears were uncontrollable and they fell from his eyes. Just remembering how his parents were good to him. Hunting animals was entirely for his parents to eat. He was hunting thinking for them to have a happy face while eating. All for them, but they are now gone.

The mood in the waiting room soon became gloomy. Prophets comforted him for an entire hour and was letting him cry all he want. It was then, the principal went to open the door. They entered then settled in the seats. The principal's eyes were in a mess. But he still pulled himself together.

"Ahem, I will be direct. I want you to grant a scholarship and study in the academy for free and has allowances as a bonus. Any questions?" He asked.

"No, nothing," Joan said to him.

"Ahem, As I want to say earlier. That kid is the child of hope from the prophecy," Isaias explained.

"What? Why didn't you say earlier? That is a heavy burden," The principal said.

"And he helped in the Demon lord sealing mission and plans to study here in the Academy," Isaias explained. Other prophets came nodding at the Principal who was then shocked.

"I am speechless, but I will make your identity a secret. As you see, some enemies infiltrated the school. Whispers of cultists having activities inside the school were heard. Disappearances of students are the current problem. As a child of hope, I tasked you to deal with this. I hope you are successful as I can't trust anyone with this mission. Even teachers are in question. The cultist is deeply rooted. They infiltrated the school even when I am still not the principal. So are you in?" He said to him.

"I will gladly take up the mission. I don't have anything to do anyway. This gives me a goal in my wasted life, spices things up for me," Joan said.

"Okay, you will be late for the entrance exam. Good luck!" He said to him.