9 – 9. Victory Banquet (4)
Have people told you to treat Junon like a wall standing still and not even look at Junon?
He was said to be a person who rushes like a wild boar and punches or punches, saying that he had no fault by saying that he had no fault for ruining the grades of other students.
Class E’s idiot, the weakest avant-garde. Such bad nicknames were evaluations of Junon.
However, the personality of Junon that Rennias saw was the exact opposite of the rumors.
It’s the same even if you only listen to the happenings that happened earlier. He grabbed his hand, but how did he cope?
“He was a man who knew his mistakes and apologized politely. I didn’t feel compelled by his bowing apologetic attitude.”
There are people who don’t even know what their fault is because they are so prejudiced or prejudiced.
In addition, pride has gone into it, and you can’t even apologize to others directly, creating a situation where your eyes are frowning.
But at least there was no way that Junon, who easily apologized, would be seen as a bad person in Rennias’ eyes.
“He seems to have something to hide…But he seems to be a man with no problems on the surface.”
As expected, you can’t just listen to one side and blindly believe in it.
Along with that thought, Rhenias shook his head at the prejudice of the students.
“What do you mean you’re noticing anyway?”
The victory banquet was held every time they returned from an expedition, and the student is a customer who congratulates and cheers as a sponsor at the banquet hall.
However, the conversation between the two did not end properly here.
-‘Students are customers of the Victory Banquet after all. If you’re a student, wouldn’t it be nice to be able to come in and out freely?’
-‘Because I’m in E class, I’m a bit cautious.’
-‘What do you mean by that?’
-‘Hmm… Anyway, there’s something like that. Anyway, a big event like this is going to happen, and a person who is late won’t look particularly good, right?’
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There was only one reason for this conversation.
That’s because Rhenias still only knows what’s happening in the sunny side of Lebrand Academy.
Junon noticed right away that Rhenias still didn’t know about the darkness of the academy, and made an appointment.
It is impossible for a girl like an untainted jewel to notice this fact.
“I’ll just use the excuse that I’m training with my senior at the right time and get out of here. I’m sorry, senior.”
The silver-haired girl, trying to use her partner as an excuse, stuck out her tongue like a tomboy and sent a small apology to the invisible senior at the Mizar Hall.
Rhenias was grateful for the support of the nobles, professors, and students, but he wasn’t the type to enjoy banquets that much.
Not only does it look like it’s floating too much, but it’s because it’s a lively atmosphere, so I get tired quickly.
So, at some point, sneaking out of the banquet without anyone noticing became a habit, and this time, I was thinking of getting out legally using the excuse of preparing for the end-of-semester evaluation with Junon.
“Huhheung ♪~”
An uncomfortable truth is about to come to the girl as she heads toward the dormitory while humming her song.
***
The next day. Princess Ophelia’s expedition arrives at Levant Academy, and the academy congratulates them for their hard work and awards them.
“As expected, that’s great. With this, the northeast of Sheet has become a safe zone.”
“It’s not me, it’s what everyone on the expedition did. Professor Flokan.”
“You don’t have to be too humble. Leading 12 teams from the center is not something anyone can do.”
Les Brandt Academy’s current head of department, Professor Flo Kahn, enhances the merits of the princess with her kind face.
Ophelia didn’t show much, but she didn’t like this. It was because he forgot to say that he had worked hard for the entire expedition.
The only people on the podium are the representatives of each team in the 12-team expedition, and Ophelia is the first to receive the award.
I am dissatisfied with this situation because it seems that I am only exalting the status of Princess Ardelion, Ophelia, and her magical qualities.
“The only thing anyone can do is to tear off the shells and carapaces directly from the body fluids of the demon beasts on the battlefield, insert the weapons, and block the dangerous claws and teeth from approaching us.”
“Haa.. You seem to be stubborn like this every time.”
A melee attack-type avant-garde that lifts a weapon to shed an enemy’s attack and attacks in reverse, and a melee-level avant-garde that completely blocks an incoming attack.
Befitting the name of the avant-garde in name and reality, those who hold the front position and hold the most dangerous position where they can reach the Witchbeast.
It is a position of trust itself in which you entrust your back to the person behind you even though you are in a position where your life may be in the most danger.
“I don’t know how much I have to tell you to stop stubbornness. No matter how much magic the avant-garde wields, no matter how much the support system holds back and weakens the beasts, only the positions from the center to the rear can stop them. Is this possible?”
It’s not enough to put restrictions on their actions, so they’re trying to reach out to support mages as well.
Ophelia swallowed the fury up her throat and warned her once more.
“It is a correct theorem that even that requires a avant-garde for magic with sufficient firepower to be cast.”
“I’m sure you’ve already seen the simulations done at the Mizar Hall. Vanguards are those who can only block. They are consumables that can only be replaced with something else if they wear out.”
“Marquis Flocan!!”
Ophelia finally couldn’t stand it and shouted, but Professor Flocan answered without hesitation.
“Oops, shouting like that will reach the ears of the students under the podium. If the princess gets angry on a good day, the students will think it’s strange.”
Ophelia knows better than anyone else that even if she announces this conversation, the situation will not change.
The collusion between aristocratic forces and professors, and the union of children of prestigious families, silently bury even the incidents that formed the axis of public opinion.
It is the same even if someone with courage steps forward.
Public opinion on the avant-garde position is already at the bottom, so rather, they will pass the responsibility of this case on to them in the name of causing a riot without knowing the subject.
I’m sure they’ll try to catch someone who can reach out to the support position.
Half a year ago, a girl who was in charge of her vanguard informed Ophelia that she was being threatened by Professor Flo Kahn, but she couldn’t overcome Professor Flo Kahn’s manipulation of her public opinion and she I ended up committing suicide like that.
Even after such an unfortunate incident occurred, public opinion in the academy was still the same, and the Archduke deliberately came up to the podium this time to even mention it.
Nevertheless, they come out with such a shameless attitude that if you want to try it, do it.
“Tsk!”
Ophelia knew that the avant-garde would never be treated unfairly, so she clicked her tongue at Professor Flo Kahn’s rebuttal.
‘A professor is an author…’
You are doing something disgusting.
Watching her arrogant attitude with a steel plate on her face and brazenness triumphantly makes me sick to my stomach.
A human who created a conflict between positions by encouraging students’ resistance and advocacy, rather than dividing them according to their skills.
And it is a human endgame that has been solidified in the way of class assignment and solidified as a social and educational policy.
That’s the true identity of Professor Flocan.
However, despite knowing this inconvenient truth, Ophelia had to hide her expression from her podium and come down in silence.
In a situation where even the Archduke had only heartache, it was difficult for her to step forward, so she sighed and expressed her grievance that she still had to hand it over…
“Please give a big round of applause to Princess Ophelia, who is the first-class contributor.”
– Clap clap clap!
“Next, the representative of the Arkab party, Ms. Renias, please come upstairs.”
Marquis Flocan invites only Renyas to the podium, except for Ronelion, at the Arkab party, which is only the two of them this time, and presents the award.
Ophelia had heard such words from Ronelion.
-‘Don’t worry, I’m fine. Ophelia.’
It’s okay, what’s okay?
She wants to make a fuss over her unfairness and make a fuss over her, but Ronelion is not the kind of person to do that.
And she even asked Renias not to inform her. Is this problem getting bigger when we step out?
“Whoa.”
Ophelia headed to a windy place to cool her feverish body and took a deep breath.
Ophelia’s deep, low-pitched voice reaches Ophelia, who is calming her simmering strife caused by her Professor Flokan.
“Professor Flokan said something else?”
The real example to the students of Levant Academy was not to be the magicians behind the scenes or the guys who fired safely.
They weren’t the ones who insisted on trying their best or getting at least one loot, and then got them lightly injured by the avant-garde.
The person who should receive this award was this man who came over to the principality from the Artena Empire and drastically reduced the damage of the expedition.
“…Right.”
“I have mentioned through the video that this happened in the principality. I also sent you the data you gathered.”
A man with a large body who approaches Ophelia and reports that she has done what she asked for.
He was a childhood friend named Goden who spent her childhood with Princess Ophelia.
“Thank you, Goden.”
“What are you thankful for? Even if you get angry, please be patient. Everyone will back down when news comes from the Empire.”
“I hope so. Rather than… I think it’s too big while I haven’t seen it.”
“hahahaha. Is that so? I was a bit of a kid when I was younger.”
When Goden answered with a smile, Ophelia lifted her tiptoe and measured the difference. Now there is a big difference.
“Obviously he was smaller than me back then. Now I have to add four more of my faces to the point where they are barely alike.”
“If I may say something to Princess Ophelia, I’ve grown well and she hasn’t changed. Now she’s a little kid.”
“What, what…?”
“Anyway, now that you’re grown up, shouldn’t you call me oppa… Ugh!!”
With a cross-shaped sinew standing on her forehead, Ophelia kicked Goden in the shin as if she would not be able to lift it.
“Is that the end of the will?”
“Why are you beating… No, are you trying to kill the person who came to help? You’re doing too much!!”
“I’m dumbfounded since I’m just listening. What? Tell me to call you brother?”
And while doing so, isn’t it hitting the right spot again? Goden said that it is against the law to hit the same person, and she slowly began to dodge.
“Hey! Aren’t you still?!”
“You must protect your body, Ophelia…!!”
“You’re talking like a chetong!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry!!”
When Goden played a small prank to change her mood, Ophelia’s face, which had been grunting because of Professor Flo Kahn, turned bright.
The two of them are reminiscent of childhood and childhood friends.
Ophelia, who was a 5-year-old child, and Goden, a 6-year-old snub-nosed dog, who are not as shaggy as they are now.
Daughter of a duke. She was an ironic combination of a princess and a commoner who lost their parents during the war.
One is the only daughter of a ducal family in the empire, and the other is the only son of a rural tenant farmer among commoners.
She seems so far away that she wonders how they met, but the two of them have become irreplaceable friends.
Like Goden, who teases mischievously like now, and Ophelia, who punishes harshly.
The two, who were separated due to the circumstances of the principality, meet again after 12 years and solve their own affair.
During the time Goden and Ophelia reunited and returned to their childhood, the cosmetic ceremony was coming to an end.
***
The time has come.
As the sun slowly went down, hired workers and maids worked hard to prepare the stage that would brighten up today’s event.
A festival called the Expedition Victory Banquet filled the chilly air of a winter evening with cheers and cheers, warming it up.
However, no one can enjoy this festival unless they go inside.
It was because there were guards standing at the entrance, as if only a select few could enter.
“Ugh… It’s a bit chilly. I should have worn something.”
Meanwhile, someone unaware of the situation, wearing only a white dress and getting cold from the winter wind, went to sit in front of the hearth.
He said that he would live a little longer, and his expression softened.
“When will you arrive?”
Just like that, if an accident should happen at her entrance, she is a beautiful girl with silver hair who waits on the terrace where she can find it, blowing her hands softly.
Rhenias said that she couldn’t enjoy the banquet, as she always did, and that she had someone to meet at the meeting place, so she slipped out to the terrace.
However, no matter how much time passes, the senior I was supposed to meet never comes.
Welcoming Rhenias…
Kwaang-!
It was a mysterious noise coming from the entrance instead of the voice of the senior I was supposed to meet.