Mystery Notice
After much thought, I answered.
“Are you okay?”
[Fufu. That’s my body’s suggestion, of course it’s okay.]
It’s a pretty arrogant attitude, but it sounded pretty good enough that I could pass it on.
“OK. This time, let’s go with this.”
Once you have made a decision, there is no need to hesitate.
Without hesitation, I immediately started writing the notice as suggested by the goddess.
“Well···.”
[Why?]
“No, it’s not easy because I’m actually trying to do this.”
In fact, Goddess’ proposal was very simple.
Because all I had to do was to make the notice to be decrypted.
At first, it was a long one. Changing the notice to a password didn’t seem to change anything in the end.
The core of the problem is that the casino side, which has confirmed the notice, may not proceed with the auction as scheduled.
What will be different if you use a password?
But soon I realized that I had misunderstood what the Goddess said.
The password here is not something like ‘Morse code’.
In other words, it was different from a systematic cipher that finds the correct answer if it is completely deciphered.
To put it simply, it’s a riddle.
If the space, the date, and even the stolen items are all lumped together and vaguely spilled, it will be very difficult for those who interpret this.
In the end, you will inevitably choose several candidates and try to keep them at the same time. This way, the problem I was worried about won’t happen. Can’t we postpone all auctions across Britannia indefinitely?
However, writing the notice for that amount gave me a headache. In the first place, it is inevitably more difficult for the person who makes the riddle than for the person who solves it.
Trying to match the difficulty level without being too forceful and difficult to interpret at the same time made my head explode.
“Goddess. How would you like to compare a casino?”
[Okay. Gambling?]
“I think that would be too easy.”
[Then what about the place where gold and greed gather?]
“If you do that, you will never get it right?”
As I continued to give dissenting opinions, the goddess grunted a little about whether she was squeamish or not.
[huh. Then you do it yourself. I’ve been trying to help…]
“a. What are you trying to do between us?”
Anyway, it’s really difficult. While comforting the tired Goddess, I thought deeply about how to write a code.
As I struggled to write the perfect preview, the number of failed works gradually piled up.
“Well. no.”
Too easy. Even a neighborhood 3-year-old would interpret it.
“Neither is this.”
How can anyone solve this? As I know the answer right now, I wonder what nonsense it is.
“Ugh…!”
It’s unnecessarily long and complicated.
It won’t even fit into the notice card.
“no! This is not it!”
In the end, I fell into a deep sense of shame without writing the notice.
Failed cards piled up like a mountain in the back.
The Goddess, who was watching me from the side, muttered with a voice of admiration.
[You are burning the soul of art.]
Then, how did this happen?
When I came to my senses and looked back at myself, there was a poet sitting there who failed over and over to make a perfect sentence.
I thought a lot about whether to compromise with reality and end it in moderation.
It’s a big deal if there’s a problem with the trick I designed for nothing.
However, as I continue to experience failure, I am slowly starting to get a sense of it.
great. Here it is expressed like this…
At some point, the darkness that had fallen on the window disappeared, and the warm light of dawn filled the place.
I stayed up all night writing one notice.
“great.”
He lifted the notice card with his heavy eyelids lifted laboriously.
The enigmatic sentences written in that small space were completely flawless.
Satisfied, he nodded and put down the notice.
Although my face reflected in the mirror was engraved with jet-black dark circles, even that now felt like a glorious medal of honor.
I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes in satisfaction.
“You should go to sleep now.”
Now, without thinking about anything else, I just desperately wanted to rest.
Then a sweet voice whispered in my ear.
[Cro. It’s time to go to school.]
“···ah.”
How can you give me such an ordeal?
Rather kill me
***
“Cro. it’s okay!?”
Julia’s worried question hit her eardrums.
Does my condition look that serious?
Really, just don’t do that.
He replied with a nonchalant smile.
“yes. it’s okay.”
“…it doesn’t look good at all.”
got it right In fact, none of it was good.
Without adding a single exaggeration, I was confident that I would fall asleep immediately with the blink of an eye.
That’s why she opened her eyes on purpose, but Julia’s expression was unusual because it looked quite shocking.
It’s like looking at a sick person who is about to die.
I felt a much deeper sadness than just sympathy or pity.
“I’m tired because I didn’t sleep well yesterday.”
“really?”
“yes. Get some sleep and you’ll be fine.”
Saying so, he sat down. It was a signal not to touch me because I would get some sleep before class started.
“yes. Then get some rest!”
Fortunately, Yulia, who is quick-witted, understood my intentions and gave me consideration to spend alone time.
He is also an angel without wings.
Thanks to you, I can have a sweet sleep like honey.
There were times when I thought so too.
“Hey fat.”
“·················ogue.”
“hey. Don’t chew and wake up. You know I’m not sleeping, right?”
tuk tuk. As always, Rachel’s hand pokes my side.
I usually let it go, but why am I getting so annoyed today?
I can’t sleep in this state.
Even if he fell asleep, he repeatedly tried to wake up again in 2.5 seconds, eventually raising his head with a frown on his face.
“Ugh. Are you making an impression now?”
“I’m tired, so let’s get some sleep. yes?”
“Where to sleep in the hall of sacred education.”
hey. If no one else knows, you shouldn’t say that.
Who in our class sleeps the most in class?
Can’t you just please leave me alone?
“Suck.”
“What do you think. Is it delicious?”
Rachel threw something into my mouth as I opened my mouth.
A sweetness that instantly spreads in your mouth.
I chewed reflexively and realized that something in my mouth was chocolate.
“Eat and sleep. It’s fat.”
“···okay. Thank you.”
But wouldn’t it have been better if I just let them sleep without having to give them chocolate?
Anyway, thanks to the sweet chocolate, I was able to wake up more than before.
Of course, such arousal effects were only temporary. After a while, when the class starts, the sleepy-woon rushes in again. In the end, he could not overcome Suma and fell asleep.
“Wake up the students who are sleeping there.”
It was once or twice that I paid attention to the teacher’s point of view. As if when I did, I nodded again and fell asleep again and finally.
“Student there. Go outside and wash your face.”
“···yes. sorry.”
I felt the gaze of all the classmates and came out through the back door into the hallway.
But the strange thing is that Rachel, who slept openly on her desk, was never caught.
Did you use any stealth magic?
While grumbling, I walked down the quiet hallway to the bathroom because I was in class.
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My face reflected in the sink was still covered with dark circles. Thankfully, I did feel better than before, thanks to a little bit of sleep in class.
“Whew…”
However, after washing my face once, my mind became clearer.
When you go back, will you fall asleep like you did when?
In that case, it would have been better to go back a little slower.
However, if I go down to another floor, it feels like I’m hitting the polka dots, so I’ll just have to spend some time in the bathroom.
“hey. Are you skipping class too?”
Then a quiet voice came from behind.
Soon, the boy from behind appeared through the mirror in the sink.
White hair and red eyes.
Combining a fairly delicate body with a pretty appearance, she gave off the feeling of an inexperienced, sickly beautiful girl.
But remember.
Now that this place is none other than the men’s restroom.
Yes. that guy is a guy
Even though he looks like a woman like that, he’s a male bastard with a neutral theme.
Thanks to his distinctive appearance in many ways, he quickly remembered who he was.
“Gin Granger.”
“Do you know me? If you don’t know, it’s even weirder.”
A muttering full of confidence to the point that I think it’s pretty unlucky.
But he deserved to say that.
In one word, it is a character with a large weight in many ways in the original story, ‘genius rival.’
As a rival who collides with and cooperates with the protagonist, his talent and ability are the strongest among his peers.
The title of first-year senior explains his ability.
He looks good and his skills are the best.
It looks like a perfect being, but the author has taken away everything else from him in fairness.
get it right away
“But I don’t know who you are. What are you doing?”
If I had been involved with him, it would have been tiring rather than good.
It would be wiser to get out of the seat in a hurry now that you don’t know it at all.
The moment I was about to leave the bathroom with a smirk.
“Oh, are you Crowe Morris?”
“···uh?”
Why does he know my name?
I mean, you know his name so it’s not weird to know yours
well… no thats not how it works… Cro has read the novel already and knows his name. Gin has not (and even if he had, Cro is an extra) and yeah. If I had to guess though, it’s probably because of what he said during the presentation.