Chapter 49 All In A Days Work (1/2)

”What in the world happened here?”

Those were his first words upon entering the classroom.

Let it be known that the speaker, Henry Cahill, has been working as an instructor at Haytham Academy's high school division for over twenty years now. Assigned to class 7 housed within block C... known as the place all the most troublesome and unruly students were dumped.

Haytham is a very large Academy governed jointly by several nations. Prestigious to the extreme and yet open to both Noble and Commoner alike so long as you passed the test. The test was difficult, but still there were many children who could meet the requirements and this meant the size of the Academy had to meet these numbers.

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With a middle school, high school and university division all nearly at the level of a settlement, Haytham's high school division alone has several grand buildings including three separate buildings specifically used for classrooms. Buildings known as blocks A, B, and C. Over twenty students to a class, each building holding over twenty classrooms. That's over 400 students per building and over a thousand two hundred altogether not including staff. Enormous.

Now, block C. In block C you had everything from gambling to drug dealing. Entirely due to the overseer of block C having both full authority and being open to bribery. While this was a major problem that would have originally been dealt with swiftly, the only thing Haytham cared about were results. So long as the block continued to show these results--if barely--they didn't much mind what state the place or the students were in.

Just looking at the abysmal hallways was enough for you to understand the Academy's stance. It was laughable. A few days ago the area was pristine, as it was every year….then the students went and ducked it up again. As they did every year.

Henry had long since given up caring.

Sadly the overseer of block C who was employed ten years prior is a woman of powerful and corrupt means. So she couldn't simply be replaced so easily even if the Headmaster wanted. The high school division recently got a new Principal, one Lord Gladstone, who was a former general in the Martial Empire. Perhaps he would change things, Henry had thought at first. But he was also a results-oriented man, he soon learned, and he wasn't the type to deeply investigate matters that were of no serious concern. So long as the students excelled, what would he care for how?

Due to those factors block C had always been--and may always be, Henry feared--a haven for scoundrels and rogues.

Because that's what they were. Henry knew better than anyone.

They didn't listen to the teachers and often played around with them as well. In fact many of the former instructors had long quit after having fallen to all sorts of hardships. Whether it was sexual harassment, a thumbtack to the seat, or a full-blown beating when they tried to impose order.

Henry was the only one who stayed and that's because he literally had no other options. A misspent youth disqualified him in the eyes of other institutions. The overseer here was the only one who accepted him and he thinks she only did it on a whim. For almost eight years he's been going it alone. Suffering constant woes.

How can one personally manage over twenty classes? Over 400 children? It was impossible even if they WEREN'T little demon children.

Hell, none of the other classes had even a substitute to watch them. Instead they were in a state of perpetual ”self-study” and either skipped or treated the area as their personal playground.

These students were animal! Just...savages! They cared not for any authority besides their own.

This is exactly why Henry was so flabbergasted when he walked into class.

Because usually at the start of a new year he would be met with a bucket of water--if he was lucky, it was only water--as a tradition of sorts.

But apparently someone else had been splashed instead.

And that person?

….He was soaking wet. Sitting on Henry's table, with the entire class lined around the room.

All of whom were nude from the waist down. Not even the girls were spared.

Worst part? They were beaten blue and bloody. Well, the boys were. Many of them were sobbing quietly. If they got too loud there was a floating sword that hit them with it's hilt telling them, ”Papa said to shut up! So quiet down, you!”

And they were in a line because they were waiting for their spankings. Performed by the young boy who was soaked from head to toe.

He was expressionless but there was a thick bloodlust that clogged the throat hanging over him like a shroud. His face held no feelings besides a chilling indifference but he was abnormally attractive and almost transcendent in bearing.

Henry immediately recognized him. Damien Claybrook, the problem child of problem children! He'd heard of his tyrannical nature. How he did whatever he wanted with seemingly no care for consequence.

Beating men, stealing their wives. Beating children, stealing their candies. Gifting bug-infested blankets to poor Barons during winters. Robbing Lords of their prized horses. Recently he'd even made several knights under King Lucius's command crawl on all fours and carry him on their backs. SImply humiliating them to death.

Angering man and god alike, a devilish youth the likes of which had never been seen in the world before! An existence believed to be the reincarnation of a Demon King! The Purple-Eyed Devil!

Even now he was in the midst of disciplining a bunch of villainous children in a way that would leave them wanting to die.

The man almost fainted.

At Damien's side was a very portly young man with auburn hair, a slim youth with a pitying smile, and a woman with cat-ears--a mutant, here?! How tragic, poor girl will have it rough--who was staring angrily at the students with folded arms.

”Such a punishment is too light for disrespecting Master so foolishly. Be thankful master is kindness personified!”

He nearly spat blood. What'd that boy do to her?! Is this the kid's famous brainwashing techniques that are revered far and wide? It must be!

”Next!” The wet youth snarled. The boy he'd just gotten done disciplining pulled up his pants and walked away in misery, ass red and quickly turning a faint purple, going to sit on his seat as silent as a lamb. None of the people around him dared utter a peep, neither did they take even a glance at one another either.

Instantly a young girl with an embarrassed face, long painted nails and dyed blond hair came up.

He began bending her over his knee without pause and started the process all over again.

”Laugh at this big bro, did you? Hmph. What, feeling shy? Ashamed? Good! Unruly children like you need to be embarrassed to death before you can learn to behave!” Pa! A crack resounded throughout the room

”Next!” He called yet again.

This was...this was…

MAGNIFICENT!

”Alright, enough whining! Everyone get up and start cleaning up that goddamn hallway. Fucking disgraceful. You expect me to walk through that shit show? Where's the other classes? I'm not done yet, dammit. I'm sure you all deserve a good thrashing!”

Yes, yes they did! Do it, bully them more!