This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

Lucien moved quietly within the room, and through Lurah’s "Mind Reading" talent, he quickly found the two servants that the Soul Hunter had previously overlooked.

"This is just a nightmare," Lucien said to the somewhat shivering servants, smiling as he spoke. Meanwhile, his formidable spiritual power was stealthily beginning to affect their consciousness, making the eyes of the two servants gradually grow hazy.

"Yes... it must be a nightmare," they murmured, and then under Lucien’s manipulation of spiritual power, they lay back down on their beds.

"Dealing with ordinary people is troublesome, and just as Sanaxis said, the consumption of ink is greater than before when twisting the rules."

Lucien looked somewhat helplessly at the drop of golden ink floating in front of his chest. The ink that was already considerably used up now shimmered with a much dimmer golden halo, even looking as if it could extinguish at any moment.

Pop—

As the two maids, responsible for miscellaneous chores, fell completely asleep under Lucien’s control, the drop of ink before him was thoroughly dried up of its last bit of energy and shattered, disappearing into thin air.

...

"Ah-choo..." The next day at noon, Mier finally rubbed her eyes and slowly got up from bed, her hair somewhat messy and her consciousness still in a haze.

The sudden exclamation from beside her caught Mier’s attention, and as she turned her head, she saw another maid, Fia, appearing somewhat panic-stricken.

"What’s wrong?" Mier asked while fixing her hair and walking over, but when she saw the bright noon sunshine streaming into the room from the window, her face turned ashen, and the water glass in her hand dropped to the ground.

"It’s over, it’s all over..." Mier frantically grabbed her work uniform lying nearby. In her hasty movements, she even accidentally kicked a small stool, throwing her balance off and tumbling to the ground.

But at that moment, Mier couldn’t care less about the pain. After hurriedly changing into her clothes, she scurried out of the room, and along the way, she saw many other servants with similar attire, panic in their eyes, sprinting along the corridors. In this small area of the Menter family estate, a localized chaos seemed to unfold.

"I’m done for, the lady specifically reminded me to buy groceries this morning, and... how is it almost noon already..."

"How could I have overslept? Oh God, if the master finds out I’ve been missing during this time, I’d definitely be fired..."

Mier didn’t have time to listen to the servants’ quiet mutters or their lamentations; she clumsily entered Miss Lurah’s bedroom. When she saw Lurah, who had just gotten out of bed and still seemed dazed, Mier let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank the Goddess!" Mier silently traced a six-pointed star on her chest, representing the Holy Emblem of the Awakening Temple, then, with a mixture of relief and embarrassment, began to tidy up her somewhat disheveled clothes.

"It looks like last night’s battle has still affected the other characters to an extent," Lucien observed the chaotic servants silently, pondering in his mind.

Under the treatment of the Soul Hunter, whether it was the meticulous old butler, the strict head maid who was tough on both herself and the other maids, or the gardener with a very regular sense of time, even to the point of being somewhat obsessive-compulsive, they all naturally overslept and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky today.

This small-scale anomaly naturally attracted the attention of the Menter family’s inner circle, and many covertly controlled forces were deployed, including some Awakeners to investigate the matter. Yet no results were found, causing some unrest within the Menter family. Even a few captains of the defense security Knight squad were implicated, uncovering several festering wounds hidden within the Menter family.

However, for Lucien, these internal affairs of the Menter family were irrelevant. He was currently in the guise of Lurah, accompanying "Big Brother Harvey" as they entertained a group of guests. These guests were none other than the lord of the Dream World, Rafael, and his several female companions.

"I’ve heard that two C-class Demon Nests have appeared in the northwest recently, Harvey. We plan to go have a look. Of course, we’re not aiming to attack the nests but rather plan to be adventurers near the pass for a while..."

Although the main guest of this visit was one of Rafael’s female companions, the initiative of the conversation was inadvertently taken by Rafael.

And Lucien, as a young "child," was mostly just a spectator or, you could say, a non-essential character at this time. He smiled, but he had already quietly begun to observe the emotional changes of several people through Lurah’s "Mind Reading" talent.

"’Big Brother Harvey’s’ emotions are showing a faint yellow and parts of blue, which means he’s somewhat interested in Rafael’s suggestion, but it’s not imperative for him to go. Hmm... This also matches the lack of positive main male characters previously described by ’Thunder’..."

Lucien quietly observed, at the same time verifying his own guesses with the words they later exchanged. Through such continuous observation and training, Lucien felt he was becoming increasingly proficient with Carly’s "Mind Reading" talent.

Even when he closely observed a certain character and successively analyzed their emotional changes correctly, he faintly and vaguely started hearing that person’s indistinct inner voice.

"It seems that this should be the method of talent exercise in the Dream World, and my prior use of spiritual power for brute-force enhancement was more like a shortcut," Lucien realized with enlightenment, while also mocking himself a bit in his mind.

Soon enough, he was no longer content with merely analyzing Harvey’s emotions and extended his "claws" towards several noble young ladies nearby.

These were Rafael’s personal female companions, among whom there likely hid unknown players. Therefore, Lucien’s spying was especially cautious, venturing only the most restrained attempts, preferring to observe nothing rather than give the other party a chance to notice him.

"Miss Magri is smiling, but her mood shows a melancholic deep blue, looking as though it hides worries... no, not worries, but a mask—yes, a thick mask. It appears she has a high likelihood of being a ’player’; I just wonder if she’s an acquaintance from Judge His Excellency’s gathering."

Lucien quietly observed the girl in the purple dress sitting in the corner of the gazebo, squeezing out a smile. His mind naturally "peeled away" her facade, seemingly seeing a player who was forced to feign interest at the moment, unable to join the conversation and thus lingering on the periphery of the topic, which piqued his interest considerably.

This feeling was somewhat like watching an adult who was reluctantly engaged in playing house with a group of children—a sense of lifeless obligation.

After observing the first one, Lucien felt he had, in a sense, become a prophet, beginning to look for traces of other "werewolves."

"Miss Anna’s mood is a cheerful orange; she seems to really enjoy this environment, and when she looks at Rafael, her emotions take on a tinge of light red, with a bit of purple and pink... Is that ’affection’? It seems like Miss Anna is more like a genuine character, one of many women charmed by the protagonist’s personality..."

"Miss Arisa’s mood changes rapidly in color; she seems emotionally unstable or deeply impatient with the current topic, which also makes it highly probable she’s a player..."

Lucien snooped around, feeling like he had suddenly discovered two suspected players among Rafael’s three companions, and from the present situation, they still didn’t seem to know they’d been "unmasked."

After spying around, Lucien ultimately set his sights on the master of the Dream World, Rafael himself. Lucien also wanted to see if he could glimpse anything remarkable from this Dream World owner.

Of course, he dared to do so because he had some confidence. After all, he hadn’t used a "player’s" power; the "Mind Reading" talent that Lurah had awakened was a product of the Dream World, a "legitimate ability," and using it to spy on the Dream World owner shouldn’t provoke much of a reaction.

What’s more, while Lucien had been using his mind-reading ability to spy on the other female companions, he had already observed some of Rafael’s emotional colors, although it was just a brief glimpse earlier, and now he took Rafael as his primary observation target.

However, Lucien’s body involuntarily stiffened soon thereafter, and his gaze towards Rafael couldn’t help but contain a touch of astonishment.

For from Rafael’s superficial emotional colors, he saw uneasiness, impatience, and a kind of... disgust?

Was this truly the inner world of the Dream World owner?

In a world that resembled a harem drama, where the Dream World owner, Rafael, had the whole world revolving around him, could he actually harbor such emotions?

That seemed unlikely, right?

Lucien felt that the direction of events had drastically exceeded his expectations, causing his brain to go blank for a moment.

This intense emotional fluctuation also reflected back onto Lurah, making the little cake that Lurah had in hand suddenly drop to the ground.

"Lurah, be more careful next time." Harvey handed Lurah a cookie, his voice gentle.

"I will, thank you, brother." Lucien lowered his head, but his gaze continued to spy towards Rafael uncontrollably. He held his breath, using the "Breath-holding Technique" to focus his attention more intensely for a short while.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, a somewhat irritated roar sounded in Lucien’s mind. "I’m so fed up! How much longer until the elder’s plan is over?!!"

Lucien’s body jolted, and the roar dissipated from his mind.