Chapter 238 – 238. Head-to-head competition (3)
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“Ahahahaha-!”
Marquis Bogart held his stomach and laughed.
It’s not that it wasn’t, but what was unfolding before his eyes was worthy of such a reaction.
“Oh my god, the Sword Saint is buried in a pile of documents. “If the creative saints from other imperial kingdoms or the saints from the realms of tribal unions see it, they will all be amazed!”
“…Have you come to laugh at me, Lionheart?”
Rad replied with a haggard look.
It was not long ago that the emperor threw away all his official duties and suddenly disappeared, saying that he was also a student.
“I’m worried about the escort, but…”
“This is where the ‘immortal’ Atalanta is. “No matter how bad your opponent is, you can at least buy them some time until you can go, right?”
“…That’s true.”
In other words, it means that even a permanent being that powerful can only play the role of buying time until he gets there.
It would be harsh to be criticized for being arrogant, but neither the Marquis Bogart nor Rad himself found anything particularly strange in those words.
Not just anyone else, but the Sword Saint himself is the strongest warrior in the empire. It’s enough to say things like this without hesitation.
“By the way, have you seen this?”
However, there was nothing that could be done about the fearsome nature of administrative work on such an uninhabited island.
Especially when it involves members of the imperial leadership who do all sorts of things without even thinking about getting behind their backs.
The documents presented by Marquis Bogart proved that fact better than anything else.
“Isn’t there an Elfante school festival coming up soon?”
“…There was something like that.”
To the sight of Marquis Bogart casually holding something out to him, Rad responded hesitantly.
However, considering the relationship between the Presbytery and the Emperor, it would not be acceptable to casually reveal something like this. Everything this man does always feels like it goes beyond common sense.
And the content written there feels even more outside of common sense.
“…”
Rad read the agenda written there with a pale face.
“…Is this real?”
“Then it must be fake!”
The answer that came back with a bright smile was still cheerful, but the Sword Saint’s face became even more crumpled when he saw that.
“…Are these people gathering in small groups at the academy just to watch an art show?”
It is a name that carries enough weight to convey persuasiveness in Rad’s words, which came out like a groan.
Seonghwangguk side.
Archbishop Luminol and his daughter Lana Rae Delvium.
Tribal alliance side.
Two chieftains.
Up to this point, it’s a lineup that makes you want to have a summit, but the humans gathering from the empire are even more clueless.
Margrave Kendrid, Archduke Tristan, Chancellor Sullivan.
Plus.
“I’m going to El Fante too!”
“…Please take a look, Marquis.”
Rad said those words as if he was moaning.
Just looking at the lineup, they are people who can be seen as virtually supporting the nation. Considering that the emperor himself currently has an enemy in El Fante, virtually the entire leadership of the country is gathered there.
Well, that’s not enough.
“Isn’t it true that from a magic tower that doesn’t pay much attention to the outside world, it comes down to one ‘scholar’? “This is too much-”
Rad, who was about to say that, was shocked.
As soon as I heard that name, I immediately saw the expression on Bogart’s face.
What should I say about that?
Hostility, tension, wariness, disgust, disgust.
Whatever you call it, it would be appropriate.
The emotions that are at the root of it all.
‘…fear?’
This man.
Being afraid of someone is a very unusual thing.
As if there was an experience of having something ‘taken away’ from there.
“That won’t work, Sword Saint!”
However, when the next sentence came out, Bogart’s face had returned to its usual appearance.
So quickly that it seemed as if what Rad had just seen was a mirage.
“Isn’t this an event where Dowd Campbell’s club holds a presentation? “There are probably a lot of people other than me who are interested in the continent, so it won’t really change anything if I just go!”
“…Are you saying that’s an excuse now?”
Rad let out those words like a groan, but only the sentences in his playful voice came back.
“It’s not an excuse, Sword Saint!”
-no.
no.
His expression is as playful as usual. The tone is similarly frivolous.
However, as soon as Rad suddenly felt the difference between his current appearance and his usual appearance, a shiver ran up his spine.
“Please prepare in advance.”
This man in the first place.
He came here to ‘warn’ himself.
Exactly.
He must be trying to convey these words to the emperor through himself, who is acting as the emperor’s representative.
“Change will come. Because of the results created at the fingertips of that man. A change that will affect the entire continent.”
“…”
“Be prepared in advance so you don’t get swept away!”
It was only in the end that things returned to normal.
There was no doubt that it was a terribly ominous sound.
“…If you ask me in more detail what you mean-”
“It means you have to pray for that man to successfully date multiple people at the same time!”
“…”
What bullshit.
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After announcing that everyone would be accepted into the club, my academy life suddenly became peaceful.
On the surface.
Usually, the devil’s vessels would come every other day and cause trouble for whatever reason, but now
There is no Liru who has been camped out in front of my door since the morning, suddenly asking me to exercise together, no Seras who pretends not to be and follows my every move from behind, and no Yuria who hesitantly asks me to take a ‘walk’ with her.
[…What is the last one? Didn’t that lady feel guilty about you?]
‘Last time in the Duchy of Tristan, didn’t you keep the white devil inside that guy’s body?’
[It did?]
‘Didn’t they put a leash on him and make him declare that he was the master and all?’
[…It did?]
‘I think that remains a ‘very pleasant memory’ for him. ‘It’s to the point where I’ll get withdrawal symptoms if I don’t feel it again.’
[…]
‘So it looks like he can’t suppress it even with a sense of guilt, so he comes to beg and ask that you put him on a leash and take him for a walk.’
[…]
‘Then, after making such a mistake, asking me to do something like this again, I’m trash,’ he said, digging into the ground. I’m doing my best to comfort him, but…’
It seems like the same thing keeps happening over and over again.
Fortunately, every time I comfort him, he seems to listen sincerely, so his stress seems to be greatly reduced, but it is not normal for him to come to me and ask me to take him for an ‘outdoor walk’ as if he has developed a habit of feeling that way in the first place.
Thanks to this, the white devil’s magic energy is regularly charged in the Seal of the Fallen Heaven, so there is no way to fail to use its abilities, but more than that, it seems like Yuria is waking up to a truly strange castle wall, which is extremely scary…
[…Aren’t you already awake?]
‘Please refrain from saying such scary words.’
[…]
Caliban could not bear to say anything and remained silent.
Although you can’t see him, he looks like he’s probably suffering from a headache and holding his head.
[…What kind of monster have you created, you?]
‘…I’m reflecting.’
I have nothing else to say about Yuria’s recent condition.
“-That’s it for today’s lesson. Thank you all for your hard work.”
While Caliban was talking like that, the professor in the lecture hall said that and closed the book.
At the same time, you can hear the students around you yawning loudly.
Well, it’s a class in the Department of Divinity, which is famous for being boring. It’s inevitable that this kind of reaction will occur.
In my case, that’s not really the case.
[Knowledge related to ‘basics of sacred power operation’ is accumulated. ] [ Sufficient knowledge is being accumulated. You will soon be able to unlock ‘miracle’ related skills! ]
“…Hmm.”
The positive function of academy classes. It can strengthen me.
Rather than focusing on basic stats that can be easily amplified, the focus is on abilities that are faithful to the ‘job characteristics’ that I have not used before.
Lately, I actually have a tendency to neglect improving my specifications a bit. I could somehow resolve the situation if I just made good use of what I had already accumulated.
However, now there are plenty of reasons to do so.
‘…It wasn’t that other guy, it was him.’
I need to become stronger. Don’t die. The Gray Devil gave me ‘direct’ advice.
I think there must have been a reason for the guy who had been so harshly dismissive of anything he said to say such a thing.
[Is that why you said something crazy like declaring that you would get everything from the club?]
“yes?”
[Your seal, every time you collide with demons, their energy is recharged. The more directly and violently it is entangled, the faster it charges.]
Caliban
[If you do something like winning, it’s an opportunity to quickly fill your seal with all the devil’s magic energy. When it comes to reinforcement alone, isn’t that the best?]
“That’s the way it is.”
When it comes to purpose, that is the biggest thing.
If you become strong that quickly, you’ll probably be able to meet the cutoff line.
‘Definitely, around the school festival…’
If everything goes as expected, something happens.
Even if there is no system message, that degree can of course be predicted. The Elfante School Festival was an important event in the original game where all kinds of variables came into play.
So, it is essential to strengthen myself enough to take the ‘leadership’ of the main quest, which is running wild in all directions due to all kinds of variables these days.
[Oh, and let me ask you one more thing.]
“yes. “What is it?”
[What did you say with Elijah without me knowing?]
The footsteps suddenly stop.
“There is such a thing.”
[You forced me to sleep back then. What did you want to talk about?]
“There is such a thing.”
[…I woke up at that time and was trying to hear something? So that guy from Balcasus, who normally wouldn’t come out, came out and dragged himself back inside. If you want to stay sane, you shouldn’t listen. What did you say-]
“Shut up, please.”
[…]
Let’s think about the crazy story later.
Because there is something more important than that right now. huh?
please.
“…Let’s worry about that later. “Right now, I’m worried about the girls who will come to challenge me in various ways.”
[…okay. That is more important now.]
The ‘game’ announced earlier begins today.
The rules are simple.
Each person is given the opportunity once. It is up to you to choose the sport you want to challenge.
If you win, I will obey your words, and if you lose, you will obey mine unconditionally.
[…So everyone is calm? Because there is only one chance.]
Caliban snorted and said those words.
He seemed to understand why no one had run up to me despite such an opportunity.
[Everyone knows how crazy you’ve been. No matter what the sport is, you know that even a decent amount of preparation will be no match for you.]
“yes. “I guess so.”
I answer with a grin.
Sure, I’ve been doing quite a bit of outstanding work so far. So much so that even humans of that caliber would pause for a moment before taking on the challenge.
but.
“But I’m glad there are people who don’t know enough about it yet.”
[what?]
I’m saying this because there’s a guy I haven’t had much trouble with yet.
in other words.
The first ‘challenge’ to come is definitely this guy.
“Do you have a moment, Senior Dowd?”
At the sound of a voice coming from next to me, I stop walking for a moment.
Check who spoke and immediately put a smile on your face.
Yeah, it worked.
He’s the perfect opponent for a warm-up.
“of course.”
When I answered that, Victoria in front of me nodded her head calmly.
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fantasy,
