Heaven's Greatest Professor

It was only a scouting mission. The smaller number of people they took, the better. Still, considering they were to scout into the rift where trained creatures and forsaken festered, Lady Agnes selected a team of six for this job.

Her second in command, Luis, was very keen on going on this expedition with her, knowing full well the importance of this job. However, Agnes needed a dependable man in charge of the camp, and there were no better than Luis himself. With his Silver rank power, he outranked her even though she had a higher military rank.

Moreover, Luis had more experience in this field than her, as he spent thrice of her time on the front lines.

She couldn't ask for a better man to leave everything.

Which left her choice of other candidates of iron ranks. First was Caleb, a dependable spearman who had reached the mastery of his form a few months back. Kevin, who grumbles a lot, but he was surprisingly efficient in sneaking around, was an excellent addition to the team. Then there was a brother-sister duo of Milton and Milia.

The less could be said about their personality, the better, but their expertise was undeniable.

Lastly, other than herself, she chose the newly drafted Warden, who seemed to be greatly amused with his role as a Janitor since he was here.

Not only had he found a janitor's uniform from somewhere and wore it, he actually moving around with the broomstick strapped on his back like an ordained weapon.

As much as it was amusing to look at, Agnes knew he was being insufferable because of the punishment she had given him. Still, Luis seemed thoroughly appreciative of his talent. But Agnes would test it out to see if he could back it up before playing around as a janitor.

"Hey, new guy," she called.

Warden turned to look at her. "Are you calling this poor Janitor, Madame Captain?" he asked with that pretensions accent, even though it was quite clear she asked for him.

"Is there anyone other than you who's new other than you?" she said, narrowing her eyes. Perhaps she should instil some form of fear in him lest he become more confident with his play.

"That's a wrong question to ask to a new guy, is it not?" The pretensions janitor stood up before Agnes could throw an attack on him. "So, what does Madame Captain require of this poor Janitor?"

"Let's spar," she said, guesting towards the desolate field on her side. "I want to see how well you'll fare in this job."

"Tell me if I'm wrong, Madame Captain, but isn't it better to have done that before choosing this poor Janitor for the expedition?" Warden asked. He was the type of guy who knew he was being insufferable to others. "Now even if this poor janitor fails to meet Madame Captain's standard, you all will be stuck with this Janitor. I feel bad for my fellow soldiers."

The brother-sister duo of Milton and Milia snickered in amusement, but the others seemed already fed up with this.

Agnes gritted her teeth. "Shut up and come, fight."

"As you wish, Madame Captain." He crept into the empty field and stood ten paces away from her.

"This might be fun," Kevin said as they all turned their head at the demonstration. "I still remembered how she whipped my ass on my joining."

"You liked that, didn't you, sadistic bitch?" Milton sneered in his otherwise handsome, smiling face.

"Fuck you, siscon!"

Milia blushed at that.

"Shut up, you two," Caleb raised his volume. "Watch."

Agnes brought out her sleek sword, which was entirely made out of dark metal. "Draw your weapon."

Warden did, unstrapping the broom from his back.

"I won't go easy on you…" she said with a growl. This guy really needed a beating. "Draw your real weapon."

Warden spun the broom in his hand like it was a treasured spear, his lips curved into a shit-eating grin. "What is a better weapon to a Janitor, if it is not a broom, Madame Captain?"

"Don't blame me, then," Agnes spat and charged. She had heard enough of this guy. The only way she could educate him was through a beating.

She swung her blade, darkness following the arc of her attack as she aimed for the insufferable guy's head. He held up the broomstick for the defence which she thoroughly wanted to destroy. However, when the two-weapon met, Agnes met with a terrible obstruction.

The broomstick didn't break against her sword, it held up, not even giving her any space to move forward. For a split second, her eyes met with Warden, and she could see him grinning.

Fuck! Agnes cursed inwardly and withdrew as his attack fell on empty air. She narrowed her eyes.

"Madame Captain is so fast! I almost thought I had you, but of course, the Madame Captain is beyond this poor Janitor. I applaud your skills."

Ignoring his trash talk, She studied the broom. It looked exactly like a common broom, and her thorough examination didn't prove otherwise… however, Agnes found the magic in it.

This guy is full of shit! Agnes cursed, finding the whole broom imbued with an Intent.

Obviously, the lie he told at administration about his class had some truth to it, as only a Master could have such a manifestation of an Intent. Agnes remembered he could use wards when they first met; what other spells could he have? He was also some kind of artificer, as the report says he always worked on weapons in his free time.

Although this guy is full of shit in his mouth, he has some capabilities to back it up. Agnes didn't need to hold back too much.

Pure darkness manifested around her like wildfire and coalesced in her form, forming an ethereal armour. She could do more than that, but that would be overkill on just a spar. However, finding the guy clapping to her transformed armour, she did feel like bringing out her everything to crush him on the spot.

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"As I heard, Madame Captain is brilliant," Warden said. "Fine then, take this Janitor's first move: Trash Sweeping Stance."

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