Short answer about completeness: this reads like a full scene but not obviously the formal end of a chapter (there’s no chapter title/number or clear “end” marker). The passage ends naturally with the professor’s line — it could be the chapter end or just the end of the excerpt you pasted. If you want me to confirm exactly whether the original source marks this as the chapter end, paste the next few lines or the chapter header and I’ll check.
Below is a faithful, natural English translation of the Korean text you provided.
Professor Rhino’s heart was pounding.
‘Seila really has a proper character!’
The students who had been watching got carried away by the atmosphere and made a big mistake.
If they handed over their wooden swords like that, how were they supposed to take part in the next class? Freshmen certainly didn’t have spare wooden swords.
‘She even worries about the other students’ wooden swords.’
Even Professor Rhino found Seila’s dark inner motive hard to read.
Besides, Professor Rhino was feeling very pleased right now.
‘A student should know how to use what they’ve learned in the right way.’
As a teacher, what could be more satisfying than this?
Seila had used exactly what she’d learned in the previous class.
Of course, as a swordsman, it was a risky move.
After all, everyone learned together.
If it had been a real fight instead of a duel, it would have been a foolish thing to do.
‘If the skill difference hadn’t been that great, she could’ve lost herself.’
That was a mistake an adult couldn’t be allowed to make.
But it was different for a student.
‘Students get experiences that only come during student days!’
Seila must truly be a well-bred student.
Leaving aside the duel’s outcome, the very sight of her repeating what she’d learned was exactly the kind of model student Professor Rhino wanted.
So Professor Rhino found Seila both admirable and charming.
‘I should give her some special instruction!’
After the rather anticlimactic duel, Seila headed with Professor Rhino to his study.
[Br. Sa. Mo]
A nameplate reading “Broccoli Lovers Society” caught their eye, and the nameplate on the neighboring office was visible too.
Only a simple name was written.
[Demian]
Even so, seeing a blood relative’s name brought a sudden warm feeling.
‘I wonder if he’s in?’
Under the nameplate a small red marker pointed to ‘Present’. He must be doing something inside.
“Ah, Seila. You’re Professor Demiong’s—your nephew, right?”
Not nephew—little brother, actually.
Seila didn’t bother to correct him. That fact didn’t matter at all to Professor Rhino.
“Yes. Something like that.”
“…Oh, as expected, a student with proper character.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, never mind.”
Professor Rhino knew well that at least one part of what he had just said was probably wrong.
Yet the student before him hadn’t pointed out his mistake!
“The reason I called you urgently to my study was… uh, that startled me.”
“…”
“You should give a hint when you appear. You almost cut my head off, Professor Demigon!”
Honestly, Seila was startled too.
She had gone to sit down, but someone was already sitting in that chair—Demian.
Seila hadn’t felt Demian’s space-transference magic at all.
“I’m Demian, Professor Rhino.”
“Demigon or Demian—same thing!”
Anyway, even though they were blood relatives, those two were compared like that.
Professor Rhino looked at Demian with displeasure.
“What’s the matter here?”
“Well…”
Demian hesitated for a moment.
“I came to discuss something about the next class…”
“…”
Professor Rhino stroked his horn as if puzzled.
“Then you could have just knocked and come in normally.”
“…”
“That teleport was a space-transference spell that only assassination mages on special missions in wartime would use, wasn’t it?”
Using a stealthy space-transference spell that erases presence and reveals itself quickly like that required enormous mana and concentration.
Ordinary mages didn’t use teleportation so precisely.
“I wanted to see the respected Professor Rhino as soon as possible.”
“Aha!”
Professor Rhino accepted that explanation easily.
From Seila’s perspective it was somewhat awkward.
‘Why did he come?’
Because of the student-teacher relationship, it felt odd to act too familiar.
Demian had said he came to discuss the next class, but he hadn’t talked about classes at all.
Seila couldn’t figure out why he had come.
Attempting to be polite, she spoke calmly.
“I’ll come by again later.”
“No. Tell me now. I’ll wait here.”
“But you said it was important for the class…”
“I need time to organize it in my head.”
He was a genius who shouldn’t need that, Seila thought. No matter the chaos, his mind would sort itself out. Why was he like this?
Seila was continually confused.
The only comfortable person in this scene was Professor Rhino.
“The reason I called Seila separately is because she’s admirable and I want to give her a gift.”
Seila inwardly rejoiced.
‘This is it!’
Part of the reason she’d repeatedly faced Perbeck the same way was to give an overwhelming impression of victory and also to provoke Professor Rhino’s feelings.
“You have a very admirable sense of character.”
Then he called an assistant to bring out wooden swords.
“How many wooden swords were needed again?”
“I believe it was nine, Professor.”
She said “I believe it was nine” because, in truth, nine wood swords weren’t broken—only eight were broken.
“Right! Assistant! Bring nine wooden swords!”
Thus Seila obtained nine wooden swords.
Great—now she could sell them for a hefty price.
“To have such a considerate heart that thinks of your peers’ situations—what a prideful thing.”
That was the pattern of the “That Girl/That Way” strategy.
If something went wrong when the student used what the teacher taught, Professor Rhino would actively fix the problem.
Seila exploited that and thus got nine wooden swords.
‘Usually they end things here and say goodbye, though?’
“Now, sit here. I must give special instruction to a meritorious student.”
She wasn’t sure what it would be, but she sat down.
‘Why is Demian still like that? He looks like lasers will shoot from his eyes!’
He sat quietly watching her—whether that was a gaze or a glare, she couldn’t tell.
‘Is he angry?’
At Seila’s voice, he had unconsciously used a space-transference spell to storm into Professor Rhino’s study.
He himself didn’t even know why.
He was just called by Seila’s voice.
Big brother! or something like that.
Of course Seila had never called him that.
Having heard Seila and Professor Rhino’s conversation, Demian felt very unpleasant.
‘So that’s what happened?’
Since Seila was from Dvernon, he had guessed she would face many hardships in the swordsmanship class.
‘But I didn’t know it was to that extent!’
Of course Seila didn’t feel it was that big a hardship.
But to Demian it seemed as if she were enduring tremendous calamities and cosmic trials.
Seeing Seila endure academy life so alone made him feel sorry and filled him with anger toward Perbeck.
‘Perbeck. I’ll remember your name!’
That academy life would not be easy for that guy anymore. He’d make it so in the name of Dvernon’s honor!
How could anyone treat such a small, frail Seila so harshly?
‘Seila is the sort of child who could drown and be in danger of dying!’
In Demian’s eyes Seila’s past image flashed before him.
The Seila whose body temperature was like liquid nitrogen, whose heartbeat had stopped for two centuries, whose breath hadn’t moved in a thousand years—that Seila!
As he schemed how to punish Perbeck subtly, his eyes grew fierce without meaning to.
Professor Rhino said,
“Now, sit here. I must give special instruction to a meritorious student—about the way Seila faced that Perbeck student.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Why did you fight in such an inefficient way?”
Because it makes a lot of money! I can charge a big fee!
But she couldn’t say that.
“I wanted to use what I learned from you firsthand.”
“Not that. Isn’t there another reason?”
“Yes, there is. I’m from Dvernon. So I had to prove my strength to the swordsmanship class students.”
“So, you fought that way to demonstrate overwhelming power?”
“Yes. I don’t want to fight. Professor Jonetail told me to show strength if I don’t want to fight. He taught that strong power is the best means of preserving peace.”
Professor Rhino made a satisfied hum and nodded.
It was an answer that perfectly suited the herbivorous, pacifist, beastfolk rhinoceros professor.
“Then I’ll give you a more practical and useful tip.”
“I’ll listen.”
“If that happens again, smash your opponent’s face so horribly. Make it noticeable to everyone.”
“…What?”
“Then things will become peaceful.”
“But—”
Professor Rhino, with a gentle face, said very kindly,
“Trust me. This advice comes from a great many experiences.”
