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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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Jekkiel gazed at the woman before him.
Christine.
The current Sin of Pride, and Jekkiel’s fiancée.
As he quietly observed her moving body, he felt as if a work of art had come to life.
Looking at her sublime and noble figure made one feel as if their very soul was being dyed in ecstasy.
After the magic competition, many people sought out Jekkiel, but the most impressive among them was Artel.
‘She infiltrated the Academy quite well.’
It wasn’t impossible given her protection, but it was still surprising to have a meeting inside the Academy like this.
Thus, they met face-to-face in a reception room inside the Academy, just the two of them.
It was thanks to Artel relaying Christine’s intentions.
So, what could it be about?
He quietly observed Christine’s profile as she sipped tea from a cup, her blood beads loosened.
This wasn’t the first time he had gazed at her profile like this.
He had seen her contemplating while despising him, and he had seen her pondering in confusion.
Those images remained clearly etched in his mind.
They were all equally sorrowful expressions.
The burden of hastily taking over the position of the Sin of Pride and the passion to fulfill her grudge.
He still remembered the gloom of her shouldering all of those things alone.
But fortunately, today’s Christine was a little different.
She seemed a bit more at ease than before.
Just as he was feeling this, Christine parted her lips.
“Jekkiel.”
“I’m listening.”
“The uniform made by humans suits you quite well.”
“Is that so?”
“How does it feel to wear it?”
How does it feel…
He hadn’t really thought about it seriously.
But if he were to think about it seriously, it would take too long.
So he decided to speak comfortably, saying whatever came to mind first.
“It’s adequate. Adequately uncomfortable, and an adequate size.”
“…I see.”
Christine smiled softly.
It was a smile without any trace of mockery, it was rather close to fondness.
She finally turned her head to look at him.
The queen’s face was quite relaxed.
“The reason I asked to see you like this was simply… because I had something to say.”
What could it be?
Had she noticed Demelie’s existence?
Was she going to ask for her as her confidant?
That would be a bit troublesome.
Lately, work had become much easier since he started using Demelie like a factory.
“Jekkiel.”
“Hmm.”
“Thank you. I have been really wanting to say this to you.”
She put down her teacup and bowed her head to him respectfully.
It was such an unexpected action that even he was a bit taken aback.
Of course, he didn’t show it plainly on his face.
“That’s rather sudden.”
“Well, even if it’s sudden, it’s something I have to say.”
Christine continued with a rather serious expression.
“First of all, I’ve never seen you look so happy before.”
“Me?”
It seemed that despite his best efforts to suppress and hide it, some of it had shown through.
She must have been watching him rejoicing with the students in the arena.
“Yes. Also, the students you were guiding were overjoyed as well. It was a scene I had never imagined before, but as soon as I saw it, I knew it was exactly what I had been wishing for.”
“……”
“I had thought that moving towards one’s mission was only a difficult task. So, I expected you to always be frowning. I thought you would always be tired. But you showed that one can move forward so joyfully… I can’t help but be grateful.”
Christine’s words weren’t over yet.
She looked at him with a serious expression.
“However, because of that, there’s one thing I want to ask.”
“What is it?”
“How can one move forward like that?”
Now it was my turn to look at her with a serious expression.
I opened my mouth while quietly facing her.
“You just need to believe.”
“Belief… you mean faith?”
“That’s right.”
I smiled slightly, as if to reassure her.
“There’s no reason not to believe. After all, we will eventually create the world we desire, won’t we?”
The Sin of Pride closed her eyes slightly.
She seemed to be imagining for a moment the world she so desperately wanted.
And after a moment, she opened her eyes and said:
“…That’s right. That world will surely come. There’s no reason not to believe.”
It was a foolish question.
Adding that, Christine picked up her teacup again.
It seemed she was quite pleased with the answer she had received.
She couldn’t help but be pleased.
Jekkiel was simply calling for a world where everyone lived peacefully, and urged to move forward with faith in that path.
It was a simple story, but he was promising that if they moved forward like that, there would surely be such a world at the end.
“I have nothing more to ask from my side.”
“I don’t have anything to ask you either.”
The conversation was over.
But Christine didn’t get up from her seat.
“Let’s stay like this for a little longer.”
“Didn’t you say you had nothing more to ask?”
“Yes. But there’s something I want to see.”
“What is it?”
As I looked at her with an expression that showed I couldn’t even guess, she was smiling with the most content face I had ever seen.
Even I felt at ease just looking at it.
She tilted her head slightly and said:
“I wanted to see you.”
Haven’t you seen enough?
I was about to say that, but stopped.
She looked quite satisfied right now.
“How much longer do you need to look?”
“Well, let’s just stay like this for now.”
Even though she was looking, she still wanted to see more.
Of course, Christine wouldn’t say such things straightforwardly either.
However…
She continued speaking
“Come to think of it, there’s one thing I should receive. Don’t you have anything to give me?”
“I don’t.”
“Are you sure you don’t?”
“Hmm…”
Jekkiel rubbed his chin and pondered.
“I really don’t have anything.”
“Ah.”
It seems I’ll have to stay here all day today.
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Victory.
Experiencing victory is always a joyous occasion in life.
But how much more valuable must this victory be for the Failing Class, who had never experienced victory even once until now?
The excitement of the Failing Class students, once stirred up, showed no signs of settling down.
Ah, of course.
For the losing side, it was the opposite story.
The current state of the Intermediate Class students was exactly that.
Originally, Rachel should have come in by now to start the lecture, but there was no way the professor who had gone to the infirmary would return.
The students were just sitting in the classroom with gloomy expressions.
“Professor Rachel… lost…”
“It’s not just the professor who lost.”
The Intermediate Class students’ reproachful gazes poured towards the representatives of the magic competition, including Roerte and Tyr.
They were already great sinners.
The atmosphere alone was enough to strangle them to death.
“By the way, what kind of professor is the Failing Class professor?”
Just thinking about him left them dumbfounded.
Rachel’s magical prowess was certainly admirable, and that’s why the Intermediate Class students had followed it without a shred of doubt until now.
But hadn’t he shattered it all at once?
In the field of explosions no less, where Rachel was most confident.
Then one of them spoke up.
“You know what hurts my pride the most right now…”
Gulp, they swallowed before continuing.
“I can’t get that professor’s magic formula out of my head. It was too beautiful. How on earth can someone do something like that?”
It was absolutely a thought they shouldn’t have.
But everyone couldn’t help but think about it.
‘I want to learn under that professor.’
Such thoughts kept sneaking in.
wasn’t it natural?
Magicians are especially drawn to more noble and intense magic.
And the magic that Adrian had displayed in the arena was exactly that.
It had enough brilliance and elegance to thoroughly captivate students who wished to walk the path of a magician.
It was precisely when they were thinking about such things.
Bang—!
The front door of the classroom opened with a loud noise.
No, it didn’t just open, it seemed to have fallen off completely…
Anyway, familiar faces streamed in through the front door.
That one was Michelle, the one with the eye patch was Charlotte, and that one seemed to be Tia who had knocked down Tyr…
The Failing Class students who entered lined up and surveyed the Intermediate Class students.
Why did they come here?
The faces of the Intermediate Class students gradually turned pale.
“Now, from this moment on~”
Isabel raised both hands onto the podium.
“This place is ruled by the Failing Class!”
…Ah, that’s right.
They were supposed to switch classrooms.
The faces of the Intermediate Class students turned ghostly white.
“Get out of the room right now!”
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[Actually a pretty wholesome chapter, just everyone having a good time (except for the intermediate class fuck them lmao)]
