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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Yuziro
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“Uh, um?”
“Let’s stay calm for now…”
Dialogue.
As humans with intelligence, it should be possible to resolve any situation through conversation.
The intermediate class students desperately tried to send the failing class students back with frantic gestures, but unfortunately, the failing class students were not the type to be swayed by such things.
‘Why did the professor have to make that condition about switching classrooms!’
Of course, it was a condition made because no one thought the failing class would defeat the intermediate class.
But now they bitterly regretted it.
“So when are you going to leave?” Michelle spoke up.
“Seeing how sluggish you all are acting, it seems you didn’t have any valuables in the classroom. That’s actually good. We were planning to dispose of everything inside anyway.”
“……”
Was this really coming from the mouth of a young lady from a noble family?
Yes, it was indeed coming from the daughter of a noble house.
After all, all nobles were thorough when it came to managing their territories.
What could they do?
They could feel indignant, but they couldn’t refute it.
The intermediate class had lost to the failing class.
The gazes of the intermediate class students all turned towards Roerte and Tyr.
It was silent pressure for them to step up and do something, since they had screwed up so badly.
“Um… well…”
Tyr awkwardly scratched his head as he stepped forward.
“C-could you give us a little more time?”
The boy’s attitude had become much more polite.
It was understandable, given that he had been beaten by Michelle without even being able to resist.
But before the boy could finish speaking, Michelle shook her head.
“What time?”
Her expression suggested she would reject whatever she heard.
The faces of the intermediate class students grew gloomy.
“Our professor is currently in the infirmary, so it’s difficult for her to make an official statement… So could you just wait until she comes back?”
“Why should we?”
“Um…?”
“Why should we wait for that? Oh, should we send you to the infirmary too? Then this classroom would be empty and it would work out perfectly.”
“……”
Honestly, there was nothing they could say.
Michelle continued to snap at Tyr.
“When you made demands of us… no, not us.”
Michelle still found it a bit awkward to say “us”.
“When you made demands of the failing class, did you ever give us time? Not even once. We have absolutely no reason to accommodate you.”
“If you could just show mercy this one time…”
Tyr tried his best to look pitiful.
He had already become a great sinner within the intermediate class, and if he couldn’t gain anything from this negotiation, he might end up on the chopping block.
“Mercy? Ah. Mercy.”
Michelle nodded.
“The other representatives surrendered, so we finished the competition without conflict. Are you saying that wasn’t merciful?”
“……”
“Since you seem to think we’re not showing mercy anyway… then maybe it’s better if we have a proper fight. Don’t be too scared. Even if you lost the competition between professors, you might still win in a competition between students.”
A green aura flared up around Michelle.
“Of course, I don’t think you’ll win. Not even a little bit.”
The faces of the intermediate class students, who had held a small hope in Tyr, grew gloomy once again.
They would never be able to persuade her.
Never…
“If you understand, then hurry up and vacate the room. The failing class classroom isn’t that bad.”
Of course, we’ll never use it again if they tell us to.
The intermediate class students hesitated and looked around nervously, but didn’t leave the classroom.
“I heard Professor Adrian is coming soon~”
“Eek!”
At Isabel’s lie, the intermediate class students quickly started moving.
Was this really the same space that had been packed with students just moments ago? When they came to their senses, the seats where the intermediate class students had been sitting were suddenly completely empty.
Once it was confirmed that all the intermediate class students had vanished, that’s when the failing class students’ exclamations began.
“Wow, amazing! There’s a mana purifier here!”
A classroom was a place where magicians with different types of mana gathered.
As they lived together, their mana naturally mixed, making the mana in the air become murky. The mana purifier caught that quite perfectly.
Of course, this was an item that hadn’t existed in the failing class classroom.
“D-d-d-desk, there are drawers under the desk! This, this is a marvelous element!”
Lotten exclaimed, even taking off his glasses.
Drawers under the desk?
Does this mean they don’t have to put their materials on the floor anymore?
No way~ How could there be such nice desks~
“What’s this? The chairs are soft! They have cushions!”
“You’re lying! Oh, no. It’s true?”
The classroom became noisy again.
Michelle quietly watched her classmates make a fuss, then shook her head with a faint smile.
‘What’s so great about this?’
The failing class was only now receiving normal treatment.
They weren’t getting special treatment better than others, they were just finally receiving normal treatment.
Well, she decided to let it be for now.
If their confidence turned into arrogance, she would gladly scold them with harsh words to calm them down.
But she couldn’t find any arrogance in these failing class students right now.
They were just rejoicing with pure hearts, like children excited about a doll their father bought them.
So she decided to let them be for a little while.
Of course.
“This is pathetically trivial. Stop making such a fuss. Try not to show your failing grades so obviously.”
She had to add at least this much.
She couldn’t tolerate everything.
“Michelle~ You got the most demerits in the failing class~ Even though you have the lowest grades!”
“Who just said that?”
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Demelie, the slave… no, research assistant trapped in the office, quietly turned her head.
The master had finally returned.
“W-welcome back.”
“Yes.”
These days, Adrian’s face was full of vitality.
It was thanks to Demelie.
Without exaggeration, Demelie’s dark circles currently reached down to her chin.
Her eyes were darting around, but even so, her hands were moving to organize documents.
She was no different from a slave.
No, a slave or a loyal servant, what’s the difference?
“You’ve been working hard lately. That’s good to see.”
“Ha… haha… Of course I have to…”
“That’s right.”
It’s good that she knew her place.
Of course she had to.
Naturally.
“I heard the news… a magic competition? I heard you won there… The person called the Principal came earlier and praised Lord Jekkiel a lot before leaving.”
“Is that so? Does that mean she didn’t question your existence?”
“That’s fine. I even went through a proper interview to avoid suspicion.”
“Well done.”
Jekkiel casually replied while examining the documents Demelie had organized one by one.
The state of the documents was quite excellent.
Compared to when he refined the documents alone, they had become even more concise and contained only the most efficient information on well-organized papers.
“The quality of the documents is quite satisfactory.”
“Th-thank goodness… Only three pages left. Just three more pages to go…”
“Stay focused until the end to finish it up. The ending is as important as the beginning.”
“Yes… yessir…”
While answering, Demelie stuck out her tongue internally.
If he had done nothing himself and left all the document work to Demelie, she would have honestly cursed him in her mind at least once and rushed through at least one page.
But Jekkiel wasn’t like that.
The fact that Demelie had so much work meant that Jekkiel was constantly creating drafts of documents.
How strong must his desire to achieve his goal be for him to move so passionately?
It was an element that Demelie’s insignificant will could not possibly understand.
“I-I finally finished!”
Demelie placed the last sheet of paper on top of the pile of documents.
Demelie is free now! Demelie is finally free!
Jekkiel, who had been quietly observing this scene, opened his mouth with a resolute expression.
“Demelie.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I need to return to the demon realm for a moment.”
“What!”
Demelie’s eyes sparkled.
“You’ve finally recognized my efforts, Lord Jekkiel. To even grant me a vacation, I truly made the right choice in becoming your loyal servant.”
“Great! That’s wonderful! What will we do in the demon realm?”
If asked what they would do, the tasks were obviously predetermined.
The branching point coming in three days would naturally be about the ‘Lepista’s Wand’.
They needed to prepare Charlotte’s exclusive equipment before the all-out magical battle took place, and Regita, the Sin of Greed, would soon start to move.
Of course, they had to prepare. To survive and see this world’s happy ending.
“We need to obtain more detailed information about Lepista’s Wand.”
“Huh…?”
Demelie’s face instantly turned pale as she realized this wasn’t about a vacation.
“We must fully grasp Regita’s plans, and find out the exact coordinates of where Lepista’s Wand is located, without any margin of error.”
“Re-Regita…?”
That Sin of Greed?
That crazy berserker with the blood of a Gold Dragon?
You want me to extract information from that madwoman?
“So… that… now… um…”
“You will find out. Of course, I’ll help.”
“Aaah.”
Thud.
Demelie collapsed powerlessly to the floor.
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[Poor demelie cant catch a break]
