Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 56

56 – Relationships (2)

For a while there was silence in the dean’s office.

The silence that makes each other uncomfortable.

But I couldn’t help it. Things are different from when Dante came.

To Tsumei, that was the meaning of Beatrice.

It’s inconvenient, but more than that, I’m careful, and I’m sorry.

It is an object that cannot help but contain a considerable amount of guilt.

However, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut on this subject.

“…… That.”

Tsumei tried to clear her complicated mind and opened her mouth.

“Are you going to quit the academy?”

The first words she uttered were quite weighty, but that was her purpose in the first place. The reason for calling Beatrice to the dean’s office.

That was to ask the Saint of the Holy Church about the loss of her purpose.

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Tsumei carefully lifted her head and met Beatrice’s golden gaze.

‘I have no intention of antagonizing this child now.’

That and this are another story. She still has her gratitude to her, but she does, so she has to ask her doctor all the more.

As Tsumei knew, Beatrice’s original purpose was to destroy the demonic sword.

According to the conversation between the three of them, including Flügel, at the time Dante lost her consciousness, the purpose of the ‘Holy Order’ itself, not ‘Dante’, was certainly like that.

Due to her oracle, she knew the existence of the demonic sword and guessed the existence of Flugel. She

She dispatched her saintess to her academy to remove the danger of her runaway.

She is very fortunate that in the process she was with Dante and had a different opinion.

Of course, I don’t mean to interrogate.

Because I had no intention of asking for a crime.

However, if Beatrice’s goal was to destroy the demonic sword, then she can’t help but think that that goal has been lost. In any case, Flugel is fine.

‘It can be said that the immediate danger has been eliminated… ….’

The priests of the church do not like dragons. Perhaps Beatrice is no different.

That’s why I asked that question.

Tsumei guessed that Beatrice would quit her academy and return to the cult.

“From my point of view, I would like to attend one more semester, but I do not force it. Think carefully though. If you, not other students, say that the saintess quits her academy after less than a month, she will suffer from her gossip.”

Tsumei concluded her speech with her crawling voice.

Like she said, she didn’t mean to force it.

No matter how many problems may arise, Beatrice has the final right to decide whether to enroll or drop out.

‘Are you going to quit?’

I just think. Regarding Beatrice’s answer.

I’ll probably quit.

I felt a bit untidy.

Tsumei patted her hair gently for no reason.

“Um.”

And then, Beatrice’s answer came back around that point.

“I’m going to keep going for a while.”

“Yes, I can’t help it… ….”

Tsumei nodded her head as if she expected it, then took out her prepared dropout application form and held it up, but she paused for a moment.

Did I hear that wrong?

“What now?”

“I’m going to visit a little more. Academy.”

Beatrice’s answer came back once again. No, sure.

Tsumei’s eyes widened.

“…… Really?”

Because there was a hint of surprise mixed in with her casually spit out voice, Beatrice’s reply also contained a slight twist.

“Why, I guess you wanted me to leave?”

She stares at Tsumei with her head slightly tilted.

Chimei shook her hand in amazement.

“Oh, no, no. It’s not like that, I’m just a little surprised. I thought you would definitely quit.”

Towards Tsumei, whose words were muffled with gibberish that didn’t go well with her bloody nickname of a slayer dragon, Beatrice calmly continued as if it was nothing special.

“If you think about it calmly, quitting is the right thing to do. She has no reason to stay. The mission ended in a halfway way, neither a success nor a failure, and I personally did not like the academy.”

When Beatrice paused her words, Tsumei said, ‘Then why…… I sent her gaze to her, which meant ‘?’

The answer came quickly.

“I didn’t like it. Well, it’s past tense.”

“…… ?”

Tsumei blinked at her in question, but Beatrice just scratched her cheek with a quizzical expression.

“The reason not to like it is now gone, while the reason to like it is creeping up. That’s why I thought it would be okay to go around a little more.”

As if that was all the reason, Beatrice concluded her words.

I just want to add a little more.

“Um, isn’t that strange?”

It was a voice that seemed to say that it was embarrassing even to itself.

So Tsumei couldn’t help but panic.

“…… No, it’s not strange.”

But why? Tsumei unknowingly gave her answer.

That’s not strange. First off, it’s not weird.

“…… !”

Beatrice’s eyes widened slightly.

It was a reaction as if I had heard a completely unexpected answer.

“…… Hmm.”

Of course, even for a moment, did he come up with an idea?

“Is that so?”

With a mysterious smile on her lips, she took the resignation letter Tsumei took out from her, and crumpled it into her pocket.

“Oh.”

“Okay then. Wishing you well in the future? Tsumei ‘President’.”

It was Tsumei who blankly blinked her eyes, but her reaction nonetheless jumped out instantly.

She nodded her head awkwardly, and Beatrice let out a shallow laugh.

Tsumei still looked like he didn’t understand English.

She seems pretty confused.

But the important thing is that her expression itself doesn’t look too bad.

“…… Would you like some lollipops? It tastes like strawberries.”

“Hmm, isn’t it poisonous?”

“I am not an idiot who believes I can poison her saint.”

*****

The sun has set.

Looking at the sun disappearing over the horizon and the color of the sky getting darker, Beatrice gently put the teacup down.

“I’ll do this for today and go home. The tea was good.”

“You want to go?”

Tsumei replied casually, but she immediately looked out of her window as well, then she nodded her head in shame.

“…… It’s already pretty late. Have I been holding on too long?”

“I was a little persistent.”

Tsumei flinched at Beatrice’s light reply. Her eyelashes began to quiver.

Of course, Beatrice just laughed off her reaction.

Tsumei pursed her lips with a distraught expression.

“…… Can’t you just say it was a joke?”

“Maybe I’m not kidding.”

“… ….”

Tsumei immediately fell silent at a single word.

“Really?”

At last, Beatrice smiled mischievously at her fluttering question.

“Just kidding.”

“…… Grunt.”

Although she heard what she wanted to hear, her Tsumei expression was not very good. It was because she somehow thought that I was being treated very badly.

Whether the target is a nephew who is the only one, or a young girl who is the target of guilt.

“Then let’s go. See you tomorrow.”

Beatrice smiled and turned her body around. Her expression looked quite refreshed.

Perhaps she was enjoying Tsumei’s reaction itself.

Tsumei also vaguely guessed that, so she was making a displeased expression, but-.

“…… Oh wait.”

Apart from that, as she thought about it, she suddenly realized that she had one more question left to ask.

Beatrice turned to Tsumei with her puzzled expression.

“Do you have anything to say?”

When she asked about her business, Tsumei was silent for a moment.

“…… Nothing else, Dante.”

Also, the expression on her face as soon as she spoke her words contained a lot of complicated and subtle expressions.

Questions floated in Beatrice’s eyes, and Tsumei shyly continued.

“They called you ‘Rice’. Well, it’s not that important. Just curious…… ?”

“Ah.”

And at the question that was brought up like that, Beatrice let out a short exclamation as if she understood.

Soon after, her expression changed to something very strange.

“…… That. Hmm.”

Beatrice frowned as if thinking for a moment.

She must have sorted out her thoughts within a minute, and she brought out her answer in a rather subtle voice.

“She says it’s a nickname, but I don’t know. It just looks like a joke. It doesn’t bother me too much, so I’m leaving it alone for now.”

“…… Okay?”

Chimei replied as if slightly surprised, and Beatrice let out a laugh with a broken face.

“But did that person call me that even in front of the dean…… ?”

Adding that she was definitely not insane, Beatrice shook her head.

“… ….”

But Tsumei couldn’t pay attention to her right away until that reaction.

Her expression was quite stiff.

‘…… Why?’

The important thing is that she herself doesn’t know the reason.

Tsumei frowned involuntarily.

The emotional agitation of not knowing the cause of her was also an unwelcome response.

So, she inadvertently spat out another word.

“Are you okay?”

Not a question that would normally be asked.

“Uh, yes?”

Beatrice blinked, and Tsumei belatedly realized what I had said.

I hurriedly checked Beatrice’s expression, thinking ‘Oops’, but fortunately, she didn’t show a big reaction.

“…… What, is there any problem?”

Is that all? Rather, it was just passing it off as if it really didn’t matter.

“Well, I don’t normally allow nicknames, but… ….”

Beatrice, who was silent at the end of her words, rested her chin for a moment before adding briefly.

“I think Dante will be fine. Um, maybe.”

“…… !”

Tsumei involuntarily shook her body once again, and at that point Beatrice grabbed her doorknob as if she really wanted to go.

And just before leaving the dean’s office, he muttered just one more word.

“Yes, he is a friend after all.”

Kikki-

The door is open.

Thump!

Closed soon.

Beatrice has left.

“… ….”

And Tsumei, left alone, blinked her eyes in bewilderment.

Continued.

‘Friend?’

Then, unconsciously, I tilted her head.

Her hair was messy, but much better than before.

Eventually, after finishing her brief thought, she narrowed her eyes.

“…… Well, if it’s a friend.”

She muttered in a voice that no one else could hear, then nodded her head in agreement.

It would be fine if we were friends.

“… ….”

As long as it’s just a ‘friend’.

*****

‘Um… ….’

After leaving the dean’s office, I crossed the corridor of the main building.

Looking out the window, which was slowly beginning to get dark, Beatrice let out a short sigh inwardly.

Remembering that was just a little while ago. She wasn’t even that different from Tsumei.

-I think Dante will be fine. Well, maybe.

-Yes, he is a friend after all.

“…… Hmm.”

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He spat out a meaningful silence once again.

This time it was training.

What I said to Tsumei wasn’t a lie.

Unexpectedly, Beatrice remembered a ‘friend’ of her own named Dante.

To be precise, it was to think about the relationship between him and himself.

‘Friend… ….’

Muttering that single word as if it were her magic spell, Beatrice closed one of her eyes.

It’s okay because we’re friends.

She was able to worry too much.

It’s okay because we’re friends.

It was enough to treat him who was injured. Because it’s not difficult.

It’s okay because we’re friends.

I think it’s worth allowing a nickname. What a big problem.

“… ….”

Stop-

Beatrice stopped walking for a moment and fell into deep thought.

‘Hmm.’

Is this correct?