Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 391, Section 81: Academic Promotion - How Did I, a Physical Education Teacher, Become an Honorary Principal? - Bonus Chapter [15]

(Bonus chapter for "Zinc Lights the Lamp" brothers [1/5])
A few days later, the Temple of Karabo was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.

Almost all the Draenei active on the continent of Draenor gathered here, making the city, which had always been solemn and quiet because of its reputation as the "City of Faith," bustling with activity.

The enthusiastic Draenei erected a newly sculpted stone statue in the plaza above the city, a former academy sculpture of the Mystic Academy, to welcome their "brothers and sisters" from among the stars.

After months of interstellar travel, the Arcane Scholars have finally arrived in the star system where Draenor is located, and they will arrive here in a few hours.

This is good news for the Draenei clan in every respect. They haven't been in contact with other Eredar clans for almost three hundred years since the Genidal crashed.

Older Draenei would teach the younger people born in Draenor the ancient Eredar customs, so that these guys wouldn't embarrass themselves in front of the Arcane Scholars clan.

It is important to know that most of the people in the upcoming clan were once faculty and students of the Academy of Arcane Arts. Even among the hundreds of clans currently scattered throughout the starry sea, the Arcane Scholars are the most established and respected.

They are responsible for preserving precious historical documents and ancient relics for the Eredar, and they continue to explore the path of truth and wisdom even in exile. They are known for producing spellcasters, a trait shared with the Arcane Academy.

Even in a massive organization like the Legion of Light, the Eredar from the clan of arcane scholars are respected.

"Ms. Verara has faced many dangers over the years, but she has always persevered and is one of the few ancient Eredar leaders who are still leading the clan."

In the city square, the twins introduced the Mystic Scholars clan to Diakum.

They were in a very good mood today, dressed in their "holy attire," so their little tails wagged rhythmically. Saloras said:
"The Arcane Scholars clan, under the protection of Narumida, has reached several habitable worlds. They have a large number of spellcasters, thus providing us with many valuable warriors in the early days of the Holy Light Legion."

However, precisely because of this, the Arcane Scholars clan has also become a target of the Burning Legion.

Especially after the emergence of the Polluters and the Wither Legion, they were among the most relentlessly targeted and hunted clans. To my knowledge alone, this tenacious clan has migrated to at least sixteen habitable worlds over the past twenty thousand years.

"This experience has made the Arcane Scholars clan one of the most powerful and tenacious clans in the Eredar Star Sea."

Aurecis continued:
"During their exile, they mastered the technique of building 'Star Portals.' It is said that the Arcane Scholars clan has established hidden star portals in many worlds to ensure that their people can escape as quickly as possible in the event of the clan's annihilation."

Their numbers are not large, even smaller than the Draenei, currently hovering around 160,000.

"That's not bad either. Their arrival increased Draenei population in Draenor by 100%!"

Diakum's outfit today is "magical".

He wasn't wearing a priest's robe, nor was he wearing the imposing Judgment armor that had just arrived. However, he wasn't dressed casually either; instead, he had unusually changed into his own "faculty robe" from the Mystic Academy.

Because she is a physical education teacher, this robe has a hunting suit design, with a blouse that looks like a battle robe on the outside. Even her hair was styled and tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head.

It is estimated that he wanted to use this to demonstrate the "long-standing bond" between himself and the clan of occultists.

But to be honest, he might as well not wear it at all.

After all, during the time he served as the "gatekeeper" of the Mystic Academy and a physical education teacher, he didn't teach many classes properly. He basically just symbolically took the new students on a few hikes in the Macarene Mountains when they enrolled.

Well, that's all the responsibilities of a physical education teacher.

In a university, teachers are under a lot of pressure to teach, and students are under a lot of pressure to study. There are three exams every month. The students are so busy with classes and studying that they don't have time to follow Diakum around.
However, this ancient and glorious identity cannot be lost.

The physical education teacher badge he wore on his chest was polished spotless by the Gemini last night, shining like a freshly minted coin.

The common people around him also gave the esteemed Watcher face, especially those who had studied at the Mystic Academy. They would pay homage to the Watcher with the etiquette due to students, thus satisfying Diakum's little vanity of "teaching and nurturing people".

"How many members of the Arcane Scholars clan are guardians of the Naaru?"

Dick, whose face still showed signs of fatigue, asked softly. The twins exchanged a glance, knowing that the Vigilant was considering the purification progress of the divine construct.

So Saloras, holding the magic book, replied:

"There is only one of them, Narumida, who originally sheltered them, but you need not worry. As the Eredar clan with the deepest understanding of the use of energy, the occultists can accelerate that great event in other ways."

In addition, the Arcane Scholars clan has more than just spellcasters; the divine academy they built during their exile is also thriving.

All archbishops of high rank in the Holy Light Legion must travel to the clan of arcane scholars for a hundred years of training and further education. They have very powerful priests who can join that great undertaking.

"But they must be screened by the Assassin's Court and the Tribunal."

Aurecis emphasized:
“I do not doubt the loyalty of the Mystic Scholars Clan, however, the matter of the Divine Construct is too important, and every participant must pass the test!”

"Ah."

Dick nodded and said:
“Nellie is returning to Draenor tomorrow specifically for this matter, and I have faith in the Assassin's Court’s professional competence.”

The three discussed these matters, and soon they saw other archbishops arrive one after another. Archbishop Omona, an arcane mage, held a unique spellcasting crystal in his hands, which was shining brightly.

"Ms. Verara and her officials need to arrive ahead of time!"

The senior scholar said to the others with a joyful tone:
"Their spaceship, the Pure Light, is approaching the planet's orbit, but the High Priestess is eager to reunite with her ancient brethren!"

"Use teleportation magic on a moving spaceship?"

Even though Diakum was a genuine "Holy Light Cannon," he couldn't help but say this:
"Isn't this operation a bit too dangerous?"

"It is certainly dangerous for other spellcasters, but we must trust the authority of the Archaic Academy in this regard."

Omona said loudly:

"Blessed by the Holy Light, Lady Verara walks the path of truth. Her farewell to her homeland has strengthened her resolve. She is one of the most powerful spellcasters among the stars. You may not know this, but Lady Verara once engaged in a magical duel with a Sculptor."

With a death wish, she and thirteen other arcane masters delayed the Man'ari Sorcerers under the Shaper's command for three whole days!

That was a legendary battle.

As they spoke, the spellcasting crystal in the senior scholar's hand shone continuously.

As his arcane resonance reached its peak, he raised the positioning crystal high, and to the astonishment of the archbishops and the surrounding crowd, a portal appeared in front of the plaza.

It reflected the ripples of the starry sea, and amidst the echoes of arcane energy, a tall, elegant spellcaster dressed in the robes of a high archon strode out, leaning on his staff.

Ms. Vera is getting old.

Compared to the stern and unsmiling Grand Master of the Academy in Diakum's memory, she no longer retained the eternal beauty of the Eredar, and instead, like Velen, had white hair.

Her face, which should have remained forever young, was now covered with wrinkles and crow's feet, but this did not diminish the aura and majesty of this eternal Grand Consul; on the contrary, it added a unique sense of weight to her, a weight that came with the passage of time.

Ms. Vera was also dressed up today.

The most traditional and classic robes of the Mystic Academy's honorary professors have wide sleeves and long trains, like the holy attire of the Queen of Wisdom. The trench coat-like outer garment is adorned with the various honors that Ms. Vera has received in her educational career.

Several of these medals were even awarded to her personally by the "Inspirer".

She walked with a slight limp, likely a consequence of the battles and injuries she had endured over millennia. But as she stepped into the city square, her stern gaze, like that of a homeroom teacher, swept over her, and almost all the archbishops paid her the respects of disciples.

Well, as the only high-level academy for the Eredar, 70% of the people present are graduates of the Arcane Academy, and there are even three guys who didn't get their diplomas.

Viren stepped forward with deep emotion and shook hands with Vera, whose eyes were filled with tears.

The two elderly people, who had experienced the entire Second Co-governance period, spoke in hushed tones, while behind Ms. Vera, two teams of twelve senior professors stepped onto the land of their compatriots.

Most of them are ancient Eredar, but there are also a few younger ones who are "fresh blood" born in exile.

In ancient Eredar, the people embraced the archbishop, speaking in their native tongues, tears and laughter mingling with their shared memories, while the young people were somewhat reserved.

They had not experienced the Argus era; their “compatriots” had been separated before their birth. To them, the Draenei clan was merely a story existing in distant legends.

However, soon the girls of the Draenei came forward to offer these guests from afar a welcome drink and to present them with garlands of flowers as a blessing.

Looking at these "strangers" who look the same as them, speak the same language, and even have the same customs, the awkwardness and restraint in the hearts of the younger generation quickly disappeared.

They are our compatriots!
Even though they had been separated for countless years, their shared lineage was enough to make them truly "family" in a short time. So, these new generation members looked up and admired the Temple of Karabor and the scenery of Draenor.

They wanted to see what kind of civilization their compatriots had developed in this world.

Then they saw Diakum standing there like a tower.

no way.

Among the Eredar, whose average height is over two to three meters, there is a six-meter-tall giant who can be seen by anyone who is not blind.

These newcomers began whispering with a strange sense of awe and gossip, their words filled with keywords such as "Warrior," "Butcher of the Holy Light," and "Hero who repelled the human form of the Dark Titan."

It seems that the Void forces' tireless efforts to "boast about" Diakum's achievements among the stars have had some effect, as their "fellow countrymen" have also learned about Diakum's special "identity card".

"Diacombe, can you shrink your body?"

Wearing crystal reading glasses and leaning on her cane, Ms. Vera stepped forward, straining to look up at her faculty and staff. She sighed and said:
"Years of exile have taken a toll on my spine. It's really painful to always have my head held high. Consider this a favor to this poor old woman."

"So, who exactly said that Ms. Vera is stern and unsmiling?"

Diakum laughed heartily, shrinking his body back to its normal size in a gesture of radiant glory. He stepped forward and bowed to the Grand Master of the Academy with a subordinate's salute, saying softly:
"Aren't you quite the joker? Ahem, anyway, Diakum Zastins, a Level 3 instructor of Physical Education at the Mystic Academy and the head of the Academy's security, salutes you, Great Ruler."

Also, when are you going to settle the work allowances that the academy has been owing me for the past 20,000 years?

I've already calculated it.

Including late fees, according to the contract we signed, you should compensate me with at least the city of Oronal.

"Hahaha."

This witty remark drew laughter from the Eredar VIPs around them, and turned Ms. Verara's feelings of gratitude into helplessness. With a touch of nostalgia, she reached out and touched the teacher's badge on Diakum's chest.

she says:

"Over the years, only the teachers and staff of the academy are left, and there are fewer than fifteen people with formal teaching qualifications."

Diakum, although physical education teachers are not well-regarded or valued in our educational tradition, you are indeed part of the ancient heritage of the Mystic Academy.

Actually, you might not know this, but there was a sculpture of you in the first world we ever lived in.

At that time, we thought you had sacrificed your life.

"Oh, then we'll have to calculate another compensation payment, Your Excellency. This time, you'll have to pay me a seat in the ruling council to satisfy me and prevent me from filing a complaint against you and the entire academy in court."

Diakum blinked, and this time Ms. Verara finally laughed.

This weathered Grand Consul had probably never been as happy as she was today in countless years. She wiped away her tears, glared at Diakum, and sighed:
"Unfortunately, we have exhausted the academy's wealth during our multiple relocations, and even the main body of the academy itself..."

“You don’t need to worry about that, Dean.”

Saloras said softly:
"Commander Diakum... cough cough, Teacher Diakum has already won back a fully equipped campus for the Arcane Academy in the world of Azeroth. You can start your educational work at any time, or even restart the Arcane Academy's enrollment, which has been suspended for ten thousand years."

"If you're not satisfied, we also have a truly magnificent magic well that we can use as a backup campus!"

Aurecis stepped forward to help her headmistress up, and whispered:
"Of course, if we want to obtain such a place of inheritance, we must first help a group of elves solve their problems. But this is for the purpose of education and nurturing people, so I think you will most likely agree to this deal after you have seen the Sunwell in person."

"In another world?"

Ms. Vera was somewhat puzzled and helpless. She said:

"But we have already established a completely new system, and restoring ancient traditions is probably..."

"That's not up to you, Dean."

Imira, somewhat intimidated by Ms. Vera, stepped forward and said with a pained expression:

"This is the order from the 'Old Dean,' who said that if we fail to establish the main body of the academy before it arrives in that world, it will destroy us with its own hands. It issued this order in its capacity as the 'Enlightener.'"

"Ok?"

Vera was truly shocked.

She looked at Diakum with disbelief in her eyes. Dick nodded to her, which made Vera fall silent.

If Sachiel truly made this request as the "Enlightener," then as the founder and former headmaster of the Mystic Academy, this request must be taken seriously by the Mystic Scholars Clan.

"We have brought the sacred relic from the Argus era, the 'Sign of Enlightenment'!"

One of Ms. Verara's assistants stepped forward carrying a familiar deep blue crystal and addressed Velen and the other archbishops:
"It is said that the other two components of this relic, the Eye of the Prophet and the Laurel of Knowledge, are in the hands of the Draenei clan, so that our ancient relic can shine again after 20,000 years."

The Great Prophet!
Let the reunification of this sacred relic symbolize the renewed union of the two clans.

"Great! That's wonderful news!"

Viren excitedly stepped forward and touched the ancient crystal.

His eyes were filled with emotion. He waved his hand, and immediately the archbishop returned to the Karabo Temple to retrieve the remaining two crystal relics.

Before long, amidst the prayers and gazes of all the Eredar in the city square, three crystals of different colors slowly rose as Velen and Verara cast their spells simultaneously, and then merged into one amidst a light song.

It floated in the air like a clover, and burst into a dazzling light the moment Velen reached out to touch it, sweeping across the entire Karabor Temple in a short time and strengthening the city with its unique power.

The treated Arkenite crystal towers were enveloped in golden light, and visible holy symbols floated on the city walls.

A strategic, magical domain unfolded, multiplying the city's defensive capabilities several times over; this was the correct use of this sacred relic.

But today, its symbolic meaning is clearly greater than its practical significance.

Amidst the radiant glow of the cheering crowd, the Pure Light of the Arcane Scholars clan appeared in the Draenor sky, a moving beam of light that resembled a star representing hope.

"Diacom".

Ms. Verara took one of her most treasured badges from her robe and pinned it to Diakum's chest herself, saying:
"You have always considered yourself a member of the Academy of Mysteries, and in this day and age, you have become a symbol of the Eredar star system, which makes the Academy of Mysteries very proud. Therefore, I hereby promote you to 'Grand Chancellor of the Academy of Mysteries'!"
If you believe that the Academy of Arcane Arts should leave its mark on the world called Azeroth, then I will appoint you as the headmaster of the Academy's outer campus.

Don't worry, I know you're busy, so these are all honorary titles.

"Huh? Me, a physical education teacher, as the principal? Won't that damage the legacy of the Mystic Academy?"

Diakum touched the ancient emblem.

He said with a smile:
"I will certainly not let you down, but little Yuna..."

"It's rare that you still remember that child."

Ms. Vera shook her head and sighed:
"I have been trying my best to teach her and try to make her a spellcaster, but the child stubbornly regards you as her idol, so she ran away to join the Holy Light Legion after she grew up."

She is also leading her warriors toward Draenor, but it may be some time before they arrive.

"Ms. Yuna is a highly decorated and valiant light-casting warrior."

Saloras was unaware of the strange relationship between Diakum and Yuna, but she still explained:

"She belongs to the Lightsworn Fleet, is a senior commander and battle captain, has her own battle group and a warship, and fights outside the Holy Light Universe year-round. Don't worry, she's not a fanatic."

In fact, she has always been known for her composure.

"That's good."

Dick nodded, silently wishing the little girl well, and then joined the celebrating crowd in the square to enjoy this rare moment of leisure and relaxation.

The clan of occultists has returned.

They will embark on the great cause of restoring their homeland alongside the Draenei clans, but what about the other clans in the Starsea?

He couldn't help but wonder how many clan warriors would fight alongside them when they set foot on the land of Argus in the future?

"We will definitely reclaim our heritage!"

As he said this, Diakum tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp.

Yes.

He will eventually lead these lovely people back to their homeland, and he will eventually fulfill his world covenant with Lord Argus, no matter how long it takes or how many hardships lie ahead.

"Maras! You come here right now!"

Yura's scream rang out from the crowd. One of the people who had come with Ms. Verara, disguised as a "scholar," jumped up and ran towards Yura. Yura, wiping away her tears, rushed to her boyfriend.

But just as Maras opened his arms, ready to give his girlfriend of three hundred years a victorious kiss amidst the blessings of the crowd, he was met with a punch from Yura.

"boom"

Maras fell to the ground in shock, screaming:

"Why did you hit me?"

"I dreamt last night that you cheated on me! You had children with other women! And more than one!"

"You're crazy, that's just your dream."

"I don't care, I'm just angry! Waaah, you've left me in this world for three hundred years, and you won't even let me be angry? Waaah, even that old woman, Nali, has someone to love her, and I'm still all alone."

I don’t care!
From today onwards, you are not allowed to leave me.

"Yes, I've resigned from the Holy Light Legion. I'm never leaving for the rest of my life. Remember the starship I promised to buy you? Hey, I can't afford the big one, but I bought a small one. We have our own home now."

Ugh, look at that sour, stinky smell, even Saint Diakum can't stand it.

(End of this chapter)