57 – Relations (3)
To be honest, I’m still not in a state where I can say I’m cured.
When I looked at it, Tsumei didn’t hurt me directly, but this was a problem before that. It’s just that I couldn’t handle my output and self-destructed.
Well, even if it’s short, I lost consciousness once, so if it’s only two days later, I wonder if that’s strange as well.
I opened the door to the classroom with such an insignificant thought. Having crutches is a bonus.
Is it because he came early? Also, few students were seen. It’s not that I can’t see it at all, but I couldn’t say that it was noticeable because the classroom boasted a considerable size that didn’t look like a classroom.
Anyway, the total number of students in Class A alone is 122.
First of all, I think it’s better than being narrow.
“Where is it?”
With the help of crutches, my leg, which was still lame, was pulled up and moved to its seat. The mate right next to her, that is to say, Beatrice, was nowhere to be seen.
Because of his sincere personality, he probably wasn’t sleeping yet, and it seemed that he would arrive soon.
Knock-
“Oh.”
The sound of the front door opening all of a sudden. I turned my head and, as expected, Beatrice was entering the classroom with a slightly sunken complexion.
I heard that even a tiger will come when I say it.
Beatrice took a quick look around and came naturally to my side. It would be natural as my seat is right next to me.
“Hello.”
So I handed over morning greetings without thinking about it. Now, isn’t it a relationship where greetings like this can be exchanged?
And as expected, Beatrice looked at me and greeted me…….
“… ….”
…… I didn’t give it back, I just stared at it.
What is it?
“…… You… ….”
As I was about to blink blankly at the tired gaze for no reason, Beatrice opened her mouth in a mysterious voice.
Looking at it, it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to greet you.
After shyly lowering his raised hand, he waited for a while.
What is he trying to say?
“You… …. What do you think of me?”
“?”
And right after.
The words I never imagined came back so suddenly and out of context.
I couldn’t even come up with an answer, and I just had to put up a question mark.
My saintess, did you eat something wrong in the morning?
*****
It’s subtle.
‘What?’
If you ask me like that, I honestly don’t know what to say.
Still, that’s what it felt like.
What should I say, I can’t express it well, but it just feels like the tension is sinking?
‘I’ve never had anything like this before.’
Well, when it comes to moodiness that is problematic enough to interfere with daily life, I can say that it is definitely not.
Rather than that, it would be more accurate to say that it felt moderately bland.
The important thing is that I don’t know the cause of that bland feeling.
“… ….”
Um.
Beatrice paused for a moment, then frowned.
I will correct it. To be honest, I didn’t know the cause. In fact, it’s safe to say that you know it very well.
Should I just say that I don’t want to admit it? Or should I say it’s unfair…….
A feeling that was hard to explain was clearly just this, and it was creeping up inside her.
“Hello.”
“… ….”
Such feelings were about to jump out in a more strange direction due to the calm morning greetings of the culprit (?) Who met her face as soon as she entered the classroom.
Beatrice’s expression frowned very slightly.
The culprit, namely Dante, was still making a stupid expression, as if he had noticed or not.
Something like that was good. There was no need for anything, and Beatrice thought about the troubles she had been having since she stopped by the dean’s office the day before.
The impressions that passed through her mind at that moment were insignificant.
-So, why am I the only one who has to frown on this peaceful morning with such useless worries?
Beatrice clicked her tongue inside her. Also, this didn’t suit my temper. Rather, it is correct to solve it in a more straightforward way and move on.
At least from her experience, there was no reason to carry this feeling in her arms.
Once she thought so.
“You.”
She opened her mouth.
And he spat it out.
“What do you think of me?”
As far as the meaning goes, it was a simple phrase that said, “Do you consider me a friend too?”
“?”
About five seconds after she uttered her words, Beatrice could easily realize that what she said was quite misleading.
‘…… Ah.’
At Dante’s response to her question mark, Beatrice let out a short sigh inside her.
*****
She heard a very strange thing from the morning.
I heard words that I wouldn’t normally hear, through the mouth of an opponent I couldn’t match. I couldn’t help but be surprised.
‘Should I say I’m glad it helped me wake up, this?’
No, it wasn’t particularly helpful. That’s right, now Beatrice is looking at me with displeased eyes.
I didn’t do anything. This is embarrassing.
“…… The words came out wrong. Just forget it.”
Beatrice turned her head after a moment and sat down in her seat. Staring straight at her with her chin resting on her chin, it was as if she had just asked that she not comment on that awkward silence.
I let out a chuckle, but I didn’t bother to bring her up as she wished.
I don’t know why, but I thought he was the type who often did stupid things for no reason.
“…… Didn’t you just think of something rude?”
Ugh.
How else did you know that?
“I’ll say hello to the kids for a while.”
“… ….”
I chose a quick run. I’m glad I saw Nick come in.
“Hey, did you have a good weekend?”
“Hmm?”
Nick Claude, like a natural-born insider, has a lot of friends around him, but isn’t he the only friend of the same s*x that I can say I dated during my week at the academy?
I greeted him calmly, and Nick blinked in surprise as he accepted my greeting.
“Of course. I went out to play in the city Compared to the system, there is nothing worth seeing, but I think Academy City is more interesting in some ways.”
“Is that so?”
At Nick’s words, I agreed moderately. It’s a city
Well, when it comes to weekend events, it’s cities, and when it comes to cities, it’s weekend events.
You will be stuck in the academy for 4 years anyway, so it feels like a playing field where you can enjoy your weekends.
No matter how much it’s an academy, it’s a bit disconcerting that all incidents happen only inside the campus. Perhaps as the episode progresses, there will be times when I have to intentionally go out a few times.
It was around the time I was thinking about some city-related quests and episodes.
“Anyway, it’s amazing.”
“Huh?”
Nick opened his mouth again, and I looked up, shaking off my thoughts.
He was looking at me with curious eyes.
“I didn’t know you would talk to me first. Isn’t it the first time?”
“…… Is it?”
I paused for a moment after hearing the words, but now that I think about it, I think that’s the case. It was usually either Richie or Nick who would talk to me, especially in Nick’s case, I didn’t talk to him first.
Come to think of it, maybe I don’t have many classmates?
Suddenly, I had that thought, and when I looked around, it was only a little while ago that all the boys and girls who had gathered around Nick had scattered.
Nothing to say. It seems I was the cause.
“…… Hmm.”
Nick awkwardly scratched his cheek at the quiet voice that he let out as his feelings became complicated for no reason.
“That, what. It’s not like the kids are particularly uncomfortable…….”
It wasn’t until after listening to that guy’s words that I noticed one thing.
A week has passed since I entered the academy and was assigned to the class.
It’s not long, but it’s a pretty good time to get to know each other.
I’m a special admissions student, and whatever the truth, that wasn’t a very accessible title.
A possibility I didn’t want to think of suddenly dominated my mind.
…… Am I the only one who couldn’t adapt properly during that week?
“No, the saintess is there too.”
“That’s not comforting, Nick.”
I frowned, dismissing Nick’s nonsensical remark lightly.
Please don’t compare me to a loner with zero affinity.
“Rice ‘failed’ to adapt, and I was just unlucky enough not to have a chance.”
He originally had no friends, but I am in my mid-twenties.
No matter how hard it is, friendships shouldn’t be like this.
‘Write, what is it?’
Come to think of it, it was quite often that I went out with Beatrice to solve the magic sword problem somehow. To the extent that even the ridiculous misunderstanding that they are the number 1 couple in the school cannot be properly resolved.
Even if it was unavoidable, it doesn’t mean anything.
In the first place, a week is enough time for kids to get to know each other.
Maybe there wasn’t a gap to intervene from the beginning…….
“I see.”
It was around the time when I felt a new sense of crisis at that thought.
Because of that, I didn’t really notice a single sign approaching from behind me.
‘Huh?’
How stupid.
“First of all, I know that you look down on me very much.”
“… ….”
Suddenly, Nick stepped back with an awkward expression on his face.
Then the touch of a sharp finger stabbing my back.
It’s cold.
And then it was rude.
I tried hard to turn away, but the more I tried, the more the intensity of stabbing me only increased.
I had to turn my head reluctantly.
“Shall we make a bet?”
Beatrice approached me before I knew it and made a proposal with a grin.
It wasn’t a friendly smile by any means, so I had to swallow dry saliva.
An ominous feeling began to creep in.
“Well, we were always busy. It’s no wonder that I didn’t have a proper friendship…….”
After tugging her tongue, she fell silent for a moment. Then, she looks up at me with a very proud expression.
She was at her word.
“You and I, who can really make friends first?”
Beatrice looked at me and looked back at the students in the classroom who had just finished attending school more than halfway.
Is it because the incident that happened on the first day at the tower made him an undesirable celebrity? There were more than one or two guys who were watching this situation where Beatrice and I were facing each other with great interest.
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Beatrice, wearing a cold smile, stretched out her finger and pushed me against my chest.
“Because the one who loses is a class A certified outsider. Oh, and as a bonus, I’ll take a wish ticket as well.”
“You… ….”
I looked at her with her complicated expression.
Also, no matter how she interpreted my gaze, Beatrice let out a sneer with a provocative expression.
“Why, do you think you will lose? Do not subtract It wasn’t me who started the fight first.”
“No, not like that.”
But I had no choice but to cut her off halfway through.
To be honest, I couldn’t help but worry.
I spoke to her in her cautious voice.
“Are you confident? Making friends other than me.”
“… ….”
And with that one word, Beatrice fell silent.
Nick, who had been watching with interest so far, flinched, and all eyes in the classroom turned to one side.
“…… Ha ha ha.”
A tendon grew on one side of Beatrice’s forehead.
“Yes.”
With her low sighs, she smiled broadly at me.
“Let’s see the end now, just.”
Luckily, some female students in the classroom hurriedly stopped Beatrice before the fists imbued with divine power hit me.
No, I was seriously worried about you, but why are you getting angry?
*****
The first weekend at the academy has passed, and the following Monday.
A young man raised his eyebrows as he remembered the school schedule.
It was when there was a commotion in Class A on the other side.
“…… It’s a half fight.”
He fiddled with the spear hanging behind his back, and brushed his blazing red hair once.
What the young man was thinking of was not Class B, to which he belonged, but two special admissions from Class A, standing at the opposite point.
One is the famous Saint of Purity. With her ivory-colored hair impressive, she was a familiar figure even as a young man.
It didn’t matter much, but…….
“Dante. It must have been that name.”
The exception of the remaining one, that is, the nameless, which is currently the biggest topic in the academy, is certainly something to be concerned about.
To put it mildly, I didn’t know much about it, and to be honest, I hadn’t even heard of it.
I’m not ignoring it, but that’s why I was curious. What kind of person is he?
That true identity, or inclination or ability. As nothing is known, it is impossible not to be interested.
“Was it possible to point out? Today.”
With a sinister laugh, the young man, Grisha Pinier, a special admissions student, began to undo the bandage that wrapped around her divine spear.
“Keuk… ….”
Like a traditional villain who hides a not-so-good inside——.
“That laugh makes me feel bad, so stop it, Mr. Grisha.”
“Oh, yes.”
If it hadn’t been for a sharp word from a classmate who happened to be passing by, the laughter would have lasted quite a while.
Grisha straightened her posture with a downcast expression at the girl’s cold stare.