Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero chapter 44

44 – News of the Horror

Sunday.

I was presenting a business report to President Heinkel in the office of the President.

It is said that it was necessary, but it is also true that it moved independently without reporting to the president, and in the process caused a commotion within the academy.

Of course, what happened yesterday at the security dormitory must have been reported to President Heinkel.

So I reported to Chancellor Heinkel that the organization that was targeting Titania had been completely destroyed, and that the investigation into the culprit behind the organization was also underway by the imperial family.

Of course, he did not bring out any more sensitive information than necessary, such as that the immortal king was Titania’s older brother.

“… The above is what happened yesterday.”

“I see. Well sir.”

President Heinkel smiled emptyly as he stroked his long beard.

“Instructor Ion did a great job. Indeed, it is an achievement worthy of the name of the castle.”

“… It is too much praise.”

“Actually, there were reports of this and that yesterday. A man wearing an instructor’s uniform from our academy wandered around the islands in the middle of the night and committed massive damage to property….”

“… ….”

I had no choice but to act somewhat radically to get things done quickly. It would have taken a lot longer if I had been politely admonishing him with words.

President Heinkel nodded and said.

“Of course, it must have been necessary. Since you spared no effort for the safety of the students, I will take care of the aftermath.”

“I would appreciate it if you would do that.”

“Even so, compared to what Instructor Ion did, it’s a very modest reward. I want to give a personal example… Hmmm, what would be good….”

Looking at President Heinkel, who was engrossed in thought while sweeping his beard, I spoke up.

“It’s okay.”

“Are you saying you don’t need it?”

I calmly nodded in front of President Heinkel, who had an incomprehensible expression.

“I just did what I had to do.”

Titania is my student, and I thought it was the instructor’s responsibility to protect the student.

It wasn’t someone’s order, nor was it a reward. I just did what I had to do.

At those words, President Heinkel stopped his hand from brushing his beard and couldn’t take his eyes off me with a surprised expression. Then he smiled empty-handedly and brushed his beard again.

“I’m sure your friend said that.”

“… Are you talking about Marquis Karlstein?”

“Right. Calvad That friend often told me. It’s frustrating and very worrying that a guy who can become a nobleman if he wants and can pile up all kinds of gold and silver treasures, doesn’t ask for anything like a monk.”

President Heinkel looked at me with his wrinkled eyes.

“It looks like someone who will leave at any time.”

He didn’t answer that, but kept his mouth shut.

President Heinkel laughed and trembled at the slightly heavy atmosphere.

“Oops, I think I said something stupid. I don’t think it’s for nothing that when you get old, you talk a lot unnecessarily. I’m sorry if it’s inconvenient. Instructor Ion.”

“No.”

“Still, the person who works the hardest can’t go without receiving anything. I’ll put some performance money into this paycheck, so I’d appreciate it if you accept it for the sake of saving face.”

I reluctantly nodded.

Normally, I don’t need a lot of money and I don’t have anything to spend it on, but if I have money, I’m sure there’s a place to spend it.

As the conversation was almost over, President Heinkel suddenly took out something like a newspaper from among the papers piled on the desk.

“Oh, Instructor Ion. Have you already seen this? Zeegler asked for it this morning.”

I confirmed what President Heinkel handed over.

It was a newspaper with two letters written on it, the word ‘horror’.

***

Sunday.

This precious holiday is only one day away.

Others go back to their parents’ homes, and it’s a club activity, so it’s a time to celebrate youth.

Marian was alone in her room, with a face full of dark circles, buried in papers.

“Ugh… aaa!!”

Marianne threw the papers off her desk, unable to bear the stress of her pounding her head.

She felt refreshed for a moment as she looked at the pile of papers flying around like garbage in her room, but it was Marian who, of course, had to rearrange them.

“Ha… What the hell am I doing?”

Marian Why is she struggling with her paperwork?

Of course, it was because of the establishment of the Opal Black class student council.

Inheriting a previously well-run organization only requires a handover process. But building a new organization from scratch entails an enormous amount of work.

Marianne, a noblewoman, has become good at her paperwork by helping her mother with things like managing the manor, but it’s only natural that even she would have a hard time being buried in this amount of paperwork.

Of course, being so busy is also the result of Marianne herself.

A student council with only five students in a class with only eight students anyway. If you want to run a small club like a small club, you can do that.

But Marian knew from her experience in manor management that the bigger the budget, the better.

I also know that once a budget is allocated, it can be reduced, but never increased, unless there is a really great reason.

Even if there are only eight students now, as the semester goes by, new students will gradually enter the Opal Black class.

Then, to apply for a budget increase, she has to go through a very cumbersome and demanding process. Even though she’s in pain now, rather than doing the same thing twice, she was much better off getting a big budget in one go.

And above all, the most important fact.

That was Marianne’s pride problem.

Despite her reputation as a regular class, she was assigned a smaller budget than other classes, and was ignored or ridiculed for being small at every student council meeting, which Marianne’s lofty pride never accepted.

Anyway, Marian still remembered reading the budget application she had submitted and the president of the student body with an uneasy expression on her face, saying openly, ‘It’s only eight students, isn’t it a bit high?’

Honestly, that’s true. It is realistically unreasonable for a diamond white class with a total of 1,000 students and an opal black class with only eight students to be allocated the same budget. It’s true that it’s hard to answer when asked what the eight of us would do with that much money.

However, even if it was true that the Opal Black class had a small number of members, she would rather die than be looked down on or treated poorly compared to other classes for being small.

Thanks to Marian, she was buried in paperwork all weekend as she squeezed through her existing application process and the facts she didn’t have to convince her why the Opal Black class had to be allocated so much money.

Of course, if the Opal Black class was really a small class with only 8 students, her attempt would not have worked, but unfortunately, all aspects of the Opal Black class were not easy.

As well as the existence of Marianne, the granddaughter of the 7 heroes of the continent, and other students, the most decisive factor is the existence of the Imperial Princess Elizabeth.

No matter how hard it is, since the student council has the princess as the vice-president, people will surely come out from there saying that it shouldn’t be treated too badly.

Filion Academy emphasizes equality, but as is always the case with human-run organizations, it is impossible to completely separate from power.

Long live the power. Long live the vested interests. Long live the princess.

Actually, the princess said that something happened suddenly after she helped for a short time yesterday, but she disappeared somewhere and never came back.

“Haa….”

If you think about this and that, it’s all because of Instructor Ion.

What is that honor student’s plan B going through all this trouble….

I can’t. My blood pressure rises, but I need to fill it with sugar.

Thought so, I opened the drawer, but the snack box, which had been filled with chocolate, was empty before I knew it. Every time I need it, I take it out one by one and eat it, and before I know it, all of them are exhausted.

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Usually, she would have given up and immersed herself in her work again, but unfortunately, Marianne was in desperate need of a sugar right now.

‘Come to think of it, there was candy in the break room, right?’

As I went to the break room thinking that I wanted to get away from the paperwork for a while and take a break over a cup of tea, I bumped into Schurz, who had just returned to the dormitory, in the lobby.

Schurz, who went to his parents’ house over the weekend, couldn’t take a newspaper out of his hand with a very serious expression on his face.

“Shurtz. Are you here already?”

“Hmm? Karlstein?”

“I told you to call me by my first name, not my last name.”

“Yes, I did. It still doesn’t stick well to my mouth.”

After Elisabeth’s proposal on the first day of the semester, all the students in Opal Black class had been calling each other by their first names.

If this wasn’t the academy, she wouldn’t have had the chance to call the princess by her first name, but in fact, Marianne was much more comfortable calling her by her first name than some kind of prince or young lady.

Looking at the boy’s shy grin, Marian noticed that the newspaper he was holding was the Sangria Daily, the most famous in the islands.

“Do you have any interesting news? It’s the first time I’ve seen him holding up a newspaper with such a serious expression.”

“Oh, I heard a very surprising news.”

Shurtz said exaggeratedly, as if not to be surprised.

“I heard that a malevolence appeared in Jedo?”

“What?!”

A chest?

On Islands?

No, why is that person suddenly?

Of course, it’s true that there is a malevolence in the system, but that’s information that only a very few people know except me?

Where did you get caught? Come to think of it, it looks like you didn’t come back until late yesterday. What the hell were you doing?

The sudden news of the scars that have disappeared in recent years.

Marianne, who knew the identity of the malevolence, was very concerned about the contents of her newspaper. However, it was not Marian who reacted the most to Schurz’s words.

The door to the break room opened slowly, and Oznia walked out into the lobby.

She must have heard the conversation between the two, and her expression was different from usual.

“Tell me more about that.”

Marian had never seen Oznia’s eyes tremble so much.