48 – 48. Distrust and Hatred (11)
Start the day, listen to the lecture.
After the lecture, I often spent time with henna. The time she had never had before became a daily routine.
There were times when she felt like she was left alone at the academy. Although back then she didn’t want to think about it that much.
She doesn’t feel lonely any more when she’s with Henna, who talks about her.
I liked the peaceful daily life where I enjoyed freedom without being chased.
-‘Today, Noel and John couldn’t forget the taste of my bread, so you want more, right? So……’
The words Henna brought out were not the snobbish and cramped conversations of nobles.
A story between people that naturally unfolds. It’s an ordinary, everyday story.
Then, strangely, it flowed little by little into a different story.
Henna said that Junon once gave Professor Kyoff a good shot in her E class.
Before the end-of-semester evaluation, when Junon answered the professor’s questions without any errors, she said that she saw Professor Kyop’s face distorted beautifully.
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With the questions gone like that, Professor Kyoff, who was walking down the hallway as if running away from Junon, suddenly fell over. Thanks to this, Sylvia felt like everything she had just eaten had been digested in her stomach.
Like a well-known rumor in the academy, it was said that Junon would never be intimidated by injustice and oppression if they got into a fight.
I was depressed for a while because I remembered my past, but I was relieved to hear that the people who were arguing with me had disappeared.
Also, unlike Junon, when I stopped by the gym, I accidentally saw him walking in the hallway, and he said he was crawling at that time.
According to Henna, she is full of motivation, but she assures me that her eggs have been fertilized because she overtrained. Standing up from her chair, she wonders if Henna herself is replicating Junon’s gait. She forcibly covered her mouth, fearing that she would look frivolous at this time, and she laughed.
She shows an intelligent and straightforward appearance, but she also shows a sloppy, flustered, or immature appearance.
Even in sparring with aristocrats, she was sometimes accused of foul play, but every once in a while, she gritted her teeth and attacked, and managed to win.
It was a human victory itself when I was in the top 5% in the writing field of Gearko.
So, when she listened to Junon’s story, there were times when she was completely absorbed, but Sylvia smiled involuntarily. .
Because hearing from Hena the story of Junon full of humanity has been the most enjoyable thing lately.
Like the few happy days when she used to fall asleep to the voice of her mother reading to her in her warm arms, which is now gone.
As a result, it was strangely difficult to meet Junon.
I had a rough idea of where Junon might be staying, but Sylvia couldn’t get there.
The trigger was a story related to the end-of-semester evaluation.
“Ugh… Why did you do that then?”
End-of-semester evaluation, after collapsing in the rain on the last field.
She grunted, then stood up, remembered what she had said, and began grabbing her hair and twirling it.
She said that Junon’s point was that she came to recognize that the reason why she took the culmination of this was her underwear while grabbing her by the collar.
Looking back on the last day I saw Junon… It’s already been 3 days. When that memory pops up in her head, it’s time to deny reality by kicking the blanket and covering her eyes with a pillow.
Actually, he’s someone to be thankful for, but he’s a benefactor who should be willing to help out if there’s anything he can help.
I couldn’t just avoid it like this.
Sylvia went straight to the bathroom and checked the mirror first.
***
Her gray hair has been unraveling in the mirror for tens of minutes, repeating her twist.
Even though Bebe was twisted, somehow she wasn’t twisted cleanly, just like Sylvia, who changes people when she sees Junon.
“It’s too difficult…?”
I try to braid her hair as Henna told me, but this way she’s not very good at it.
It’s not like cooking, laundry, or cleaning, as well as chores, but it’s not like there isn’t an upward trend in academics or magic, but she was only like this in terms of makeup.
“No. Let’s try it one more time…!”
She still thinks she’s done with it, but when she turns around, she doesn’t like it.
She loosened her hair again. She braids again and practices.
-‘It suits you well. ────.’
It suits you well.
That word made Sylvia untangle and tie her hair several times.
You may think that there is a meaning to her gray hair, but as a woman, it is absolutely not strange that she cares about her appearance.
There are people who feel proud just by getting attention from others.
Some people find pleasure in decorating themselves.
And, this may be the biggest reason, but she wants to hear that she is a good match for the opposite s*x she is interested in.
It’s only natural that a woman’s love is as much as paying attention to her hair.
However, Sylvia was dull in this respect.
Clearly, at first, this kind of change would be okay, and she accepted it with a light heart.
But at some point, Sylvia’s hairstyle and clothing became very important issues.
Because I was afraid of Henna’s nagging. She was nothing more, she was nothing less.
So I try again, but Sylvia’s hair, contrary to her thoughts, hardly takes shape.
She said she should ask Henna again, and Sylvia untied her hair neatly after braiding it with a comb.
“But why are you doing this…?”
Then, as she combed her hair, which had been untied after she had tried to tie it up, she felt empty.
Does the hair style suit you well? It sounds good, but something is missing. Other people say they get along just fine.
Going back to the starting point… It’s because of Junon who advised her that her hair would poke her eyes, so how about changing it…?
“Huh…?”
She suddenly recalls her reason, and she surprises herself.
You just changed your hair style? Goes well? She’s not saying that she’ll listen to that.
My God. Oh my god.
“Kyaaah!!!!!”
And a scream that is not a scream from the bathroom.
After coming to my senses, all of this happened while thinking of Junon.
“Eh, since when…?”
I didn’t know because I always talked about people whenever I had a chance, but the cause was Henna.
Whenever a story related to Junon came out, it was always heard through Hena’s mouth.
As I noticed, she was always like that.
Even when Hena tells other people’s stories, she strangely goes over to Junon’s every time.
-‘Hey. Do you think you have a crush on someone?’
Suddenly, those words come to mind. As if he noticed something, along with the nasty smile typical of Henna that wants to tease him.
Henna said that sometimes she knows everything but pretends not to know, and besides that, she used to make fun of her later saying, “Is she naively fooled by this?”
It was only then that I realized belatedly that I had been fooled by Henna. Thanks to this, Sylvia’s second scream filled with shame echoes.
“This is not the time…!”
Today is the day Henna returns to her academy after stopping by her house to help her parents.
After trimming her hair and going to sleep, Sylvia is going to visit Henna who bullied her and listen to what she has to say.
‘Never let Junon talk to you. That’s a lifelong joke!’
So, Sylvia went to her 3rd year girls’ dormitory to ask Henna to trust her.
“Yes? No henna?”
-I heard what was going on in the morning and left as soon as I arrived?
‘I left as soon as I arrived…’
It’s not even in the dormitory, so it means it’s somewhere in the academy.
She did so she searched everywhere and searched for her, and finally found henna. It looks like he’s looking for something in his personal locker… Now that’s not the problem.
“Sylvia…?”
She succeeded in finding her ironic friend whom she met after many twists and turns, but when she encountered Henna, Sylvia was rather suppressed by her spirit.
“Whoop, whoop whoop… Sylvia? Let me ask you something.”
“Yes, four?”
Contrary to the promise in the dormitory bathroom, where I tried to somehow stop Henna, the atmosphere my friend exudes is so unusual that her honorific words come out.
“You have to answer honestly, okay?”
Sylvia became a gentle sheep again under the pressure of the henna that pushed her like a raging wave, and she only nodded her head nervously.
“Sylvia Are you talking about Junon, the person you said was your friend?”
“Hey!”
Correct!
It was a hiccup that came out as if the body was going to speak instead of the tightly closed mouth.
She wondered what to say to Henna, who had already noticed. The moment Sylvia, who was worried about her, tried to take her luck away by asking her not to tell her.
“Special lecture from today. Sylvia.”
I thought it was a joke, but it doesn’t seem like it. From there, the operation (?) Began.
***
So, Sylvia was faithfully fulfilling the henna requirements she had requested three hours ago.
“Hey… Don’t cry, Sylvia. Huh?”
-Sniff.
Sylvia followed Hena’s advice to set up a strategy. Even now, I don’t know why I was asked to do that.
‘Still, I like this situation for some reason.’
As she continued to hold back her tears, Sylvia could see her Junon struggling to take care of her.
At that moment, Henna’s second advice flashed through Sylvia’s mind.
-‘You can’t stop feeling good there. Make sure you want to protect yourself! Understand?’
That’s right. Henna had a rather effective strategy, but it was not enough for her to simply become a crybaby.
Henna told Sylvia that as a woman, she appealed to her man in her charms to arouse her protective instincts, to an amplified effect.
While handing over the profiles of the two of them.
-‘That, why are those people…?’
-‘Just take a look. This is the youngest Baron who leads the Ashrelt Merchant, and he’s a year younger than you, so he’s fresh and cuter————’
One is a freshman junior with a cute appearance and a straight-forward personality that I saw at the hospital.
-‘You’d understand this without saying it, but for men, it’s no different than the ideal type────.’
The other one was a sophomore, a lively and lovable junior that the entire academy couldn’t possibly know about.
Sylvia had no idea why Henna gave those two profiles. She didn’t even understand when I heard the explanation.
Also, the reason I told you to be nervous is the same.
To Henna, who is frustrated by telling her to straighten her mind, Sylvia tilts her head without knowing why, and says that her stomach feels like it’s going to burst when she sees Sylvia. I used to get up with a spur.
Henna growled whenever that happened and made Sylvia wince, and thanks to that, Sylvia didn’t even know why, she was just doing it.
But do you need a reason? I’m enjoying this situation quite a bit right now.
Of course, the other side is in trouble because she doesn’t notice that there are people who are threatened by her cries due to the fact that her number has increased quite a bit.
“That… I’m hungry, but would you like to eat with me? I found a nice place. Recently!”
Junon’s intention was to avoid Sylvia’s current situation by buying her something to eat.
I heard that once you eat sweets, you feel better. If it doesn’t work, the mindset that I will try to appease them with something to eat.
I don’t know anything else, but it was because it was very dangerous to go against the hearts of the fans who were standing next to me in praise of Sylvia.
Despite Henna’s flirtatious request, her lamb brushes off her crying face.
“Oh, yes. I’ll go.”
There was no way Sylvia would refuse to spend time with Junon.
With this, the operation ends in a catastrophic failure. Henna’s advice to show her thin and weak appearance so that Junon could awaken her protective instincts had long since disappeared from Sylvia.
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Same time. The subjugation war is proceeding smoothly according to the strategy of the best chancellor of the empire.
Muniher’s existence itself was a reassuring arrangement, as he had heard of his name among those who had frequently traveled to the battlefield.
No matter how much you practice in mock battles, it is impossible for a person to act like a machine. So any team will make mistakes.
His seasoned experience catches even minor mistakes and transfers them to feedback.
“You made a sloppy arrangement, Goden. Who was in charge of the team’s arrangement?”
“…I have no face. It was I who gave the order.”
“You should know that there is no point in taking a normal deployment when the number of enemies is greater than the number of avant-gardes.”
As the positions are divided, team members must be faithful to each action.
However, the situation does not always appear uniformly, and variables such as terrain, climate, and beast type always exist. Minimizing this variable to reduce the team’s damage was the role of the boss instructing the placement by position.
Although it was temporary, the team in question revealed its immaturity from the first actual match despite making a painful mistake of misplacement. While realizing the absence of the team’s commander and center.
“At that time, the support system has to help the vanguard with strengthening magic. The buffer that sustains the battle must also help to pass the time. Did you understand?”
“It’s Hasirt type 3. I’ll try to familiarize myself with it again.”
“Okay. Let the rest of the team know.”
Still, I accept it without hesitation in finding the answer.
There are students who watched closely in the end-of-semester evaluation, so the skills of each individual in the team are quite excellent.
It was like a collection of promising players that we would soon see on the frontlines if they developed properly.
It was a part where we could get a glimpse of Goden’s excellent eyesight.
“Sorry. This is an urgent telegram, Mr. Meuniher.”
A soldier hurriedly ran towards him with a communication tool.
There was no explanation given, but there was no doubt that this was an important and hectic task.
“Which telegram is it?”
“Dahlia sent it urgently.”
“Dahlia?”
A few days ago, as additional Osoptera species were discovered, a squad including Dahlia was formed and sent.
Because it is an omnivorous beast, it is sometimes seen out of nowhere in rice fields, etc., And tends to move along the mountain range, so it could damage residents by moving south without blocking it in advance in the western part of the state of Sheet.
By the way, isn’t that a telegram from Dahlia? Feeling very uneasy, Meuniher turned on the communication port.
– Huh? Connected! Dahlia!
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A soldier’s voice, as if he was busy searching for Dahlia.
This voice was undoubtedly the soldier that Meuniher himself had chosen and sent some time ago. Thanks to this, this uneasy feeling is transformed into anxiety. I wonder if something is going wrong.
-Muniher, is that you?
“Tell me, I’m listening. What’s going on?”
-Something is strange. I can’t see the garrison soldiers and Osoptera who should be standing by here at all!!
“…What?”
According to his intuition, something must have been twisted.