The teachers' dormitory was quite similar to the student dormitories in Dak's impression.
It featured a classic Central European aristocratic bedroom style, though the room size was somewhat smaller.
This didn't surprise Dak in the least—after all, every teacher and student at this magic academy was a noble, with even the lowest-ranking individuals being barons' offspring.
Perhaps what Dak considered a decent dormitory might not even meet the students' standards.
"Do you need me to purchase any supplies for you?"
"No need. I'll go buy them myself later—it won't take long."
Dak shook his head.
In reality, he had no intention of going shopping. He hadn't even planned on staying at the academy in the first place.
Every night, he could simply return to his dormitory and then use the Miracle Portal to go back to the Breeding House to sleep.
However, to avoid suspicion, he would bring some belongings over to create the illusion that he was living in the dormitory.
For the foreseeable future, most of Dak's time and energy would be focused on the world of Zero no Tsukaima.
While this world's power level wasn't as high as the Shinobi World, its scale was larger, its creatures more numerous, and its political landscape more complex.
It required careful planning.
Moreover, once everything was stabilized, Dak intended to establish eight gyms in this world and create a new sub-league. He couldn't afford to be careless.
"Alright then, I won't disturb you while you settle in. I'll deliver your course schedule to you by evening and escort you to dinner."
"Alright, I appreciate it."
Dak nodded, watching Longueville leave.
From his senses, he noticed that after closing the door, she remained standing outside for three to four seconds, only leaving after hearing no movement inside.
"...I should go back for a bit."
Dak glanced at the somewhat empty room, deciding to retrieve some items.
And besides—how could a 'Familiar Instructor' not have their own familiar?
With a quick look at the hallway outside, Dak activated his Door-Door Fruit ability, pulling open a semi-transparent grayish-white door in the air and stepping through.
When Dak reappeared, an hour had passed.
He had returned to Pokémon Island and informed his partners at the Breeding House about his journey to the new world.
Since they had already experienced this situation before, everyone reassured him that they would take care of things in his absence.
Additionally, Dak made trips to three key locations:
The Northern Sea of the Inland Ocean
The Central Zone of the Safari Park
The unfinished Battle Tower—"New Aincrad"
The purpose of these visits was to find three "Primal Deity" Pokémon.
Lapras, the "Ice God", capable of using Water and Ice Magic. Tyranitar, the "Sandstorm God", capable of using Earth Magic. Ho-Oh, the "Rainbow God", capable of using Fire and Wind Magic.
Of course, Dak had also considered bringing Rayquaza or Groudon, who exuded pure dominance in their appearances.
However, after careful deliberation, he decided against it.
The three gods of land, sea, and sky, as well as the three ecological deities, were constantly working to optimize Pokémon Island's natural environment and ecosystem.
They were far too busy.
Unless necessary, Dak didn't want to interrupt their work.
On the other hand, Lapras, Tyranitar, and Ho-Oh…
They spent their days either wandering aimlessly or sleeping. They were practically bored out of their minds.
Thus, Dak decided to give them something to do.
When he reappeared in his dormitory, he had three Luxury Balls attached to his belt.
These Poké Balls, which he had purchased from the system, provided Pokémon with the most comfortable living environment, ensuring that they wouldn't feel any discomfort.
Keeping all three Pokémon by his side at all times would have been too inconvenient.
Tyranitar, standing over ten meters tall, was simply too big to stay indoors. Worse yet, its ability, "Sand Stream," would constantly generate sandstorms. Keeping it out was completely impractical.
Lapras, though shorter than Tyranitar at five to six meters, was still too large for indoor spaces. Additionally, due to its special body structure, it occupied as much space as Tyranitar. Its movement on land was difficult, meaning Dak would have to use telekinesis to keep it floating if he wanted to move it around.
Ho-Oh was the most manageable of the three. It could adjust its size, with a minimum length of 3.8 meters, making indoor movement possible. However, its ability, "Pressure," would make weaker creatures instinctively feel awe and fear. Its feathers constantly emitted a rainbow-colored glow, making it far too eye-catching.
Thus, carrying them in Poké Balls was the best solution.
However, this also had its benefits—
The sight of a 'Familiar' emerging from a small ball was bound to fascinate the students, sparking widespread curiosity.
It would be the perfect opportunity to promote Pokémon culture.
"It's only 3 PM. Judging by the sky, there's still one to two hours until evening. I should go out for a walk."
Dak glanced at the clock hanging on the dormitory wall.
He then casually scattered his belongings—clothing, various supplies, and miscellaneous items—around the room to create a realistic lived-in appearance.
After ensuring the room looked convincingly messy, he opened the door and stepped outside.
Click.
By coincidence, just as Dak opened his door, the neighboring room's door also opened.
"Oh, hello! You must be the 'handsome new teacher' the students were talking about. You're certainly young and good-looking. I'm Grubel, the instructor for Second-Year 'Advanced Fire Magic.' Welcome to Tristain Academy of Magic."
A seemingly ordinary teacher emerged from the neighboring room.
He wore a blue-gray mage's robe and frameless rectangular glasses.
Though he appeared to be only in his forties or fifties, his nearly bald head suggested that his true age was likely higher.
"Hello, Professor Grubel. I'm Dak, the new instructor for 'Basic Ice Magic Education' and 'Familiar Training' electives."
Dak politely smiled and nodded at Grubel.
He remembered this character.
Grubel had once been the captain of a magic battalion and possessed immense power, capable of wielding blue flames.
In the past, he had followed orders to burn down a village supposedly infected with the plague.
However, he later discovered that the village had never been infected.
That incident haunted him for the rest of his life, as he and his battalion had slaughtered countless innocent people.
After the tragic event, Grubel came to Tristain Academy of Magic as a form of atonement.
He worked diligently to prevent any events that could cause casualties and longed for a world without war, founded on equality.
"'Ice'?! This is the first time I've heard of such a magic attribute. Dak-sensei, forgive my boldness, but may I witness it firsthand?"
Grubel had no idea what Dak's courses entailed.
Upon hearing about "Ice Magic," his reaction mirrored Osman's.
"Of course."
Dak raised his hand, and a light blue energy swirled in his palm—instantly, a small block of ice formed in his hand.
"It's really 'Ice' Magic… This is incredible. Dak-sensei, your name is bound to go down in history!"
Grubel leaned in to examine the ice block before sighing in admiration.
"Such a young hero… To achieve such mastery at this age, Dak-sensei, you truly are a genius."
"You're too kind."
Dak feigned a modest and bashful expression before asking:
"Where are you headed?"
"Oh, I'm going to the library to look up some words. Yesterday, during the Familiar Summoning class, one of the students formed a contract with a rather unique familiar. After the contract was established, a strange inscription appeared on the familiar's body—one that I have never seen before."
"Oh? Would you mind showing me? I happen to have quite a bit of knowledge about 'familiars.'"
Dak quickly connected the dots and realized exactly what was happening.
This meant that the storyline of the original work had just begun.
The student in question was likely the protagonist, Louise, who had just summoned a commoner from Earth—Hiraga Saito.
And the contract inscription?
It had to be 'Gandálfr.'
"Ah, I nearly forgot! You're the 'Familiar Training' instructor as well. That's truly impressive."
"Please, no more praise."
This time, Dak was genuinely feeling a little embarrassed.
"Here, take a look. Have you ever seen these inscriptions before?"
Grubel handed Dak a piece of parchment containing the symbols he had copied down the previous day.
"Emmm… This is 'Gandálfr.'"
Dak first put on an expression of deep thought and hesitation before his face grew serious as he spoke.
"Gandálfr?!"
Grubel was so shocked that he nearly dropped the parchment.
Gandálfr—one of the Four Great Familiars of the Founder Brimir.
It was known as the "Void Familiar," signifying that it was bound to a "Void User."
This was a nearly forgotten piece of history.
Unlike Brimir himself, the Four Void Familiars never performed any major deeds that shaped history.
As a result, only a handful of well-versed scholars even remembered their names.
"Yes, the 'God's Left Hand'—Gandálfr, a being that can wield all weapons with unmatched proficiency. Professor Grubel, it seems that Tristain Academy now has a 'Void User' among its students."
Dak nodded before looking at Grubel, who was now wearing a deeply conflicted expression.
"Dak-sensei, I have a request."
"Please, go ahead."
"Please, do not let this information spread. Let's pretend this never happened, alright? If word gets out that there's a 'Void User' in the academy, my student and her familiar might be in grave danger."
Grubel voiced his concerns earnestly before bowing deeply to Dak.
"There's no need for that, Professor Grubel. I won't say a word. After all, that child is also my student now."
Dak gently stopped Grubel and gave his promise.
(End of Chapter)
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