Chapter 120 Machia
After Frontier leaves, Kala is left alone.
She cupped her face with both hands as Frondier’s figure disappeared completely.
“… Why…”
‘Why isn’t it working well!’
She felt the heat of her own face with her hands.
At first she was confident. Even if she meets Frondier, she is confident that she will be able to get over it without any problems.
She had faith that no petrification impulse would occur and that she would maintain her peace of mind. The sunglasses, I mean, were just kind of old-fashioned. Should I get insurance?
But things didn’t go as she wanted. Her facial expressions or fingertips don’t move as expected.
‘Ugh, how stupid I must have looked.’
Why isn’t it working!
You’ve been bored with acting so far!
‘Could it have been discovered?’
Carla couldn’t clearly see her front dear’s face.
Sunglasses are nothing more than comfort. Her curse cannot be easily blocked with sunglasses or something. The reason she wore sunglasses was not to prevent her from being petrified, but to prevent her from seeing her front deer properly.
Because she believed that if she didn’t see him face to face, she wouldn’t feel the same as before.
Of course, it had no effect at all, so it was best for Kala not to see Frondier’s face. Not even a single hair on the frontier, including its face, should be in sight.
‘I couldn’t see the face, but that voice, those questions…’
—Is this an alias? The name is Carla.
—Do you know about Poseidon?
—Do you know about Athena?
No matter how you think about it, a series of questions can never be a coincidence.
These are questions that can never be asked without knowing who Carla is.
‘But how? How did you know? As if you knew about me from the beginning.’
Carla is a person currently living in this world. In other words, it is not a being registered in mythology. The fact that she was cursed with petrification and that she is related to Poseidon and Athena is unknown to anyone but the person involved.
However, that is a story within this world.
Frontier knows it all too well. Because the myths he knows are not just those of this world.
‘Ah, anyway, I have to go.’
Carla shook her head.
Although the situation was completely different from what she expected, she overcame her first obstacle of encountering Frondier.
Now is the time to do the president’s job.
She walked towards the gym.
* * *
For students, Machia begins with deciding on a class representative.
It was originally hoped that the representative would be decided through voting or a meeting, but the students wanted the class representative to be elected through proper sparring.
So currently, in Atlas’ huge gymnasium, each class has been divided into spaces so that multiple sparring sessions can be held at the same time.
Of course, nobles also attend and watch this sparring. Although the level of attention was low as there were several couplets, there was no reason for students to hesitate as long as there was a possibility of attracting the attention of nobles.
So, most classes were engaged in fierce sparring to become the class representative, and some nobles were already exchanging opinions with each other as they saw students with potential.
—Did you say second grade? The kid with that sword.
—Strength is good, but isn’t the posture bad? If your hand position is low like that, it may be difficult to read the path, but there is a risk of missing the weapon.
—I think it’s because I’m left-handed. I’m more used to spacing than other students. It must be an attitude to deal with that.
The gym is noisy.
The sounds and clashes of students sparring and the murmurs of nobles watching. The shouts of several teachers giving guidance and instructions.
Undoubtedly, the plan was progressing more successfully than Frontier originally thought.
However, even within it, there is a quiet space.
“… Hmm.”
Pielot was standing in an awkward position in the center of the designated sparring area.
“No one will come?”
“…”
“…”
Pielot looked around and asked, but no one answered.
Choosing a class representative is up to the class itself.
In Pielot’s third-year class B, the general tournament format was considered unfair. When it comes to duels, compatibility is also important. So they adopted the challenger approach.
First, students in the class secretly vote for one student who will be the class representative. And if there is someone who wants to challenge the elected representative, they can use the sparring session at the gym to challenge the representative.
Pielot was convinced after hearing this explanation at the time. I was impressed and thought that the students at Atlas really think differently.
Until he was elected, Pielot had no questions about this method. He was purely happy that he had become a representative, and he waited with excitement for someone to challenge him on the day of sparring.
But only after the situation has come to an end,
Pielot knew what this class was thinking.
‘No one wants to fight!’
Pielot still stands in the center awkwardly, looking around at the students in the class.
Eyes looking for a challenger. However, all the students in Pielot’s line of sight turned their gazes in unison. Surprisingly, even Aias avoided his gaze. Although he had a very unpleasant expression on his face.
With everyone surrounding Pielot in the sparring hall, no one responds to his words or makes eye contact.
Pielot never thought he would be bullied so openly.
“… Ah, hmm.”
At that time, a girl in the class cleared her throat. She was the class president of class B.
She said with a smile.
“Okay then, since there doesn’t seem to be any challenger, our class representative is Pielot. “This is it, right?”
“What?”
Pielot was dumbfounded and asked back, but everyone was of one mind.
“Oh, I see.”
“That’s great, Pielot.”
“Be sure to make our class proud.”
“Going Pielot!”
“Awesome Pielot!”
The students threw words at Pielot one by one and even applauded as if they were salty.
“Is it really the end like this? No one wants to be a representative? “Is this a chance to attract the attention of nobles?”
Pielot couldn’t understand this situation.
Of course, he also had no intention of losing, and he doesn’t think he will lose to anyone.
However, the content of this sparring is not only about winning and losing. If you show good movement and judgment, the nobles gathered here will give you sufficient evaluation. Whether you lose or win, if you do well, it is an opportunity to be noticed by the nobles.
However, the other students only made subtle expressions and bitter smiles at Pielot’s words.
Everyone’s thoughts were similar.
‘That’s the story when the right content comes out. ‘What if I end up like Aias?’
In fact, this cannot be helped; they have vivid memories of what happened to Aias.
Aias was clearly the strongest person in this class until Pielot came. He was defeated by just one hit. Moreover, he barely knows how he was hit specifically.
Aias suffered that way, and there was a good chance that other students would suffer even more miserably. Demonstrating that in front of all the nobles is nonsense.
“… Ruler! Anyway, so the representative of our class is Pielot di Libanche! Won!”
“Waaa—“
As Pielot was applauded by everyone, he stood there speechless, not knowing what to feel.
* * *
“Prisoner number 886.”
A prison guard calls a man.
The man approached the prison guard, folded the clothes and shoes he had been wearing in the prison until now, and held them out.
The guard checked it, put it inside, stamped something on the paper in front of him, and said:
“You are released.”
“… Yes.”
The man quietly lowered his head and looked at the exit leading outside.
The guard followed his gaze and looked towards the closed door. Then the two guards guarding the door with solemn faces began to open the door with a key.
“… Number 886.”
A prison guard called a man who was walking quietly and stopped him.
“Yes?”
“Can I ask you one question?”
“Anything. “Prison Officer Luker.”
The man nods his head politely. The prison guard saw this with a slightly uncomfortable expression and asked.
“What were you doing in prison?”
“Nothing. Prison guard. “Don’t you know?”
“Of course, on the outside, he was always still.”
“That’s right. But if it was cleaning, I was cleaning, if it was work, I was working. I worked hard.”
“Know. “That’s why it’s strange.”
The prison guard tilted his head.
Although this man was not a model prisoner, he was one of the most trouble-free prisoners in the prison.
The only strange thing is that when he is in prison, he just sits there doing nothing.
“Was he really just sitting around? “Doing nothing?”
“Is this some kind of quiz? “If I don’t answer, I won’t be released?”
“No. You are free as of this time. Just an ordinary citizen. “I’m just asking out of simple curiosity.”
Hearing the guard’s words, the man said, “Hmm,” And sighed lightly.
Then he raised his head and spoke as if he was looking further than the prison ceiling.
“Actually, I was sleeping.”
“With your eyes open?”
“Yes. hehehe, it’s a specialty of mine that I’ve kept hidden.”
The guards didn’t believe him. Although there are some people who sleep with their eyes open, most of them are slow to react when a prison guard calls or an alarm sounds. It had to be because I was sleeping.
But men have never been like that. He didn’t have the reaction he would have if he were sleeping.
But he doesn’t bother to ask. As the prison guard himself said, he has now been released and is a free man.
“I had a very nice dream.”
“Is it? “You must have been quite happy.”
“hahahaha. Rather than being happy, it was a fun dream. “I always wanted to see what happened next.”
The man chuckled as if he was truly remembering a dream he had seen.
Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked at the prison guard.
“Mr. Looker. “Can I also ask you a question?”
“What?”
“Has Frontier really left? “This continent?”
“… “You mean that devil?”
The impression of the prison guard becomes harsh in an instant. The man grinned as if he was satisfied with that.
“——Yes, the devil.”
“There is no doubt that these are the words of the imperial family. The devil ran away. “I flew out of the continent.”
“Okay.”
“Why do you ask that?”
“Isn’t it scary if such a demon is still in here? “I am just an ordinary citizen.”
Hmm, the guard nodded his head. The demon was clearly a terror. He was once called the hero of the empire, but his past makes him even more terrifying. What he was trying to do is now unknown.
“Then I am indebted to you.”
The man left like that. He opened the thick prison door and stepped out, breathing in the wind of complete freedom.
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One step. A refreshing start.
One step. A fresh mouth with a pleasant smile.
One step. He walked so far away that no one in the prison could see him.
One step.
A face becoming shaded, a smile deepening, a shadow heading toward the forest.
Caw!
Caw, caw!!
Caw—!
A loud crying sound echoes from behind my back to in front of my head. Food duck, soaring black wings. Dozens of crows caw to greet him, swirl around him, and some of them land on his shoulders and arms.
“This arrogant bastard was ungrateful and left the continent without saying goodbye.”
Caw!
The crow caws as if it really agrees with the man’s words. The man faces somewhere with a deep smile.
—You are free as of this time.
The prison guard said. He clearly declared that he was free.
“It’s the devil, kekeke. I knew it would be like that. “When I saw what he was doing, I had no doubt that I would become like him.”
Caw?
The crow tilts its head as if asking what it means.
“Frondier, you are too dark to be called a hero.”
Caw!
The crow raises his head high and shouts as if it were true.
“You can’t help but be a crow. “It’s perfect for you.”
The man didn’t have to be a crow, but he chose a crow.
It was a preference. So he has no choice.
“Good.”
All the crows flew up at the man’s light voice. They rose high into the sky and stretched out in all directions.
“Find out where Frontier went.”
His eyes and ears are everywhere on the continent. Crows fly in any sky, and mice crawl under any dark shade.
I am the one who eats all the sounds of the continent. The one who exposes all the secrets.
It is a mass of greed that cannot be satisfied with even one continent.
“Are there crows there too? Frontier.”