Heaven's Greatest Professor

"Got it," Warden nodded. It made sense as she said it. It was the question of the safety of the students, after all.

"As you are my recommendation, you will be with my class," June continued. "I have already exchanged one of your classes with them to familiarise you with the students first. Of course, you won\'t be alone; one of the other combat instructors will be with you in the class.

"Your other recommendation? She would be there as well, I guess. Warden asked, to which she nodded. "So what kind of class are we to take together?"

"That is for you to decide," June said. "Just simple sparring would do, but you are open to trying anything."

Warden nodded. "Oh, right, I heard your advice about something I plan with the students," he said. "How do you use the credit points to award them? Just reward them for accomplishing specific tasks? Or is there some specific criteria?"

"It mostly depends on the instructor, to be honest," June said. She grudgingly added, "Some instructors and professors don\'t even award the points and keep them for themselves."

The disgusted look she showed clarified she did not encourage that behaviour. Well, with her personality, Warden expected nothing less.

"They can do that?" Warden asked incredulously. "The academy did not take any steps toward those professors and instructors?"

June sighed. "The renumeration is already humble. If someone accuses them of wasting points on themselves, they would just say none of the students deserved it or showed any potential. It is as simple as that to them."

"Lacks regulation," Warden said and sighed. "Can I open a short tournament in my class and give points as rewards to encourage them to train more?"

"I cannot see why not," June said. "Though, if you want something more than regular sparring, I would suggest applying for a healer to be present during your tournament. Or perhaps you can even use the Virtual world for the test, which would need an application as well."

"Virtual world sounds good," Warden agreed. "So, where do I apply?"

June shot him a look and said, "Just tell me the date. I will apply for you."

Warden was relieved. Paperwork was one of his greatest enemies he detested the most. "Thanks, June. Where would I be without you?"

June sighed. "The class is scheduled in two days, on the 3rd bell. Don\'t be late."

She was ready to leave after explaining all that when Warden shouted after her, stalling her for a moment.

"I forgot to mention I would need your help with another matter," he said.

"About the healer?" June frowned. With Elder Allen not helping much, she had promised she would look for someone with higher capabilities, perhaps someone of Elven origin who had vast knowledge and expertise in the field.

"No, not about that," Warden said. "You know, I went to the DragonForge the other day, and one thing led to another. They offered me a contract to make artifacts for them."

"Already?" June narrowed her eyes.

"I have qualified as a Tier 5 Runesmith master," Warden said, unsure if that was enough to impress her. Even if she was impressed, she did not show it to her face. "Anyway, the contract they offered me seems to have a lot of convoluted terms that I would need someone experienced to look into. Can you help? Or do you know someone?"

"I can take a look," June said, "but I think Elder Vess might have more to say about it. She manages all the contracts and everything about the academy. The contact you signed for the Combat instructor is made by her as well."

"But would she be willing to look into the matters of a puny combat instructor like me?"

June sighed again. "Come look for me later when we are done with all this. I will see what I can do."

"Thanks," Warden said. She was about to leave again, but he couldn\'t help but add, "You know, you can decline me sometimes, if you don\'t like it. I will understand. After all, it was I who was relying on you too much."

June shot him a complicated look. "It\'s nothing much, a simple matter. Besides, I would like to help a promising ranker become a pillar of our academy, as well as society. The fight against the calamity needs people like you."

Leaving those words hanging, June went back to her job.

Warden watched him go for an extended moment and continued on his run.

After finishing his exercise, he decided to head back to his quarters. Unfortunately, it appeared the washroom was already in use. So he had to wait until his roommate finished up with whatever he was doing inside.

Unlike him, the guy didn\'t take long in the washroom. So, within a couple of minutes, the figure of Karz Walt emerged with only a towel hanging on his waist. They exchanged only a nod as Warden entered the washroom.

Although they had been living under the same roof for a few days now, their interactions were mostly like that. They hadn\'t set up any rules or boundaries for what was allowed and what was not. However, they were yet to come into a fight.

It was mostly Warden who woke up sooner and did his morning ritual in the bathroom, followed by young Walt, who did not take too long. Although the guy had an arrogant face and seemed prideful, he was hardworking, almost to the point of admirable. Warden couldn\'t say the same for the other Walt.

Coming out of the washroom refreshed after taking a dip, Warden found Curse White ready to leave, fully clothed in his usual combat attire, with the sword hanging low on his back.

"You know, I have been meaning to ask," Warden said, remembering, "Do you want to spar sometimes?"