There were many people who came to Heins Territory's academy to become professors. All of them were obviously prominent figures on the continent and were skilled enough to teach others. However, the standards would differ from one person to another.

The one who experienced the most significant change was Sir Olman, the Chief Imperial Knight of the Pallan Empire. It was true that he was strong enough to be treated as a Sword Master wherever he went, but...

"Fufu... Fufufufufu... This is mine... I'm telling you, this is mine... I won't give this to anyone."

What did Sir Olman look like now? He appeared so pitiful, still holding onto his potato that he would not let go anytime soon, to the point that one would wonder if he was truly a Sword Master. He had completely abandoned his noble dignity and pride, opting to devour the potatoes in his hands like a man who had been starving for days.

One might wonder how a dignified person could turn into something like that in just a few days, right? A person would only change and become like that after being subjected to extreme circumstances. Sir Olman's current appearance was nothing more than that of someone desperately trying to survive and live.

"Hmm. Very good," Davey said as he left the academy's main building with a satisfied expression.

As he stepped outside, he saw the dwarves gathered together, working hard to install something.

"Elder Goulda, what is that?"

"Wise Teacher, you've come at the right time. I was just about to come and fetch you."

"You're looking for me?"

"That's right. We want you to test...