5:37 p.m.
A medium-sized wagon loaded with circus equipment.
rolled up carpet.
A pole made of strong rope and bamboo.
A rubber ball and a large ring used for juggling.
Torches, firewood, oil, and lamps.
Funny looking masks and various costumes.
Like gimbap stuffed with colorful vegetables, various items were sticking out of the wagon. Above the carriage was the emblem of the Frodo family, along with the name of the ‘Hanabi Performance Troupe’.
One of the members, who covered the loaded items with a tarpaulin and wrapped them tightly with rope, said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Captain, I’ve loaded it roughly.”
“Good work. Kids with severe motion sickness, tell them to empty their stomachs beforehand.”
“okay.”
After roughly checking the performance equipment, the leader approached a woman. It was a woman with a cast on one leg and crutches. Of course, those crutches and casts are fake.
“Honestly, I didn’t expect it.”
“You should have had some faith.”
Miri raised her chin slightly toward the leader. The captain asked with a slightly disapproving expression.
“What’s the secret?”
“beauty.”
“… Wash your hair and say something like that.”
In any case, she had obtained permission from the dean to stay for the duration of her treatment. The captain scratched his head for a moment and said.
“Who taught you the skill of roasting and boiling noble children?”
“My face, at my age, they eat it?”
In fact, I was a bit suspicious of myself beforehand. When she asked Johan to allow her to stay at the academy, she prepared to pay her own. And that payment was possible for a woman.
But John flatly refused to pay.
Instead, what he asked for was absurd.
Why did that sannim ask me to listen to the ‘story’?
The leader said to the troubled Miri.
“I’d rather stay like this… How about living as a member of that Johann family?”
There is such a thing as a form of status elevation. to become a nobleman’s concubine. Miri, who thought it was a joke, was taken aback by the leader’s serious expression.
“what?”
“I heard you.”
The captain looked down for a moment at the girl who could barely reach his chest. Even if Miri was having such a conflict, it was understandable. No matter how well she could kick, she was still a child.
“The one who thinks he is John, twist it properly and try to straighten it.”
Miri hurriedly hid her embarrassment. It wasn’t just a joke. She opened her eyes and raised her middle finger at the leader.
“Are you kidding me?”
“I don’t play boring pranks.”
“I’m going to take care of my sales, so take care of yours.”
The captain slid his thumb around his neck and said.
“If the rebellion fails, it is usually beheaded. It will be hung on a pole for all to see.”
“whatever. Whether it hangs after I’m already dead or not. If I was afraid of that, I wouldn’t even start.”
“Not your neck, but mine.”
“Don’t joke.”
The leader hesitated before lifting Miri’s wrist.
“… I get it.”
That was enough of a warning. Even as an elder. Also as the leader of the rebels. The leader confirmed with a serious expression.
“Really?”
“sun.”
The leader slightly twisted his body and stood at an angle that the other members could not see. Then he pulled a white thread from the tip of his fingernail.
Piriririk- The stretched thread snapped off on its own at an appropriate length and was wrapped around Miri’s wrist. Of course, it couldn’t have been an ordinary room. The captain said quietly.
“If you sell a comrade, you die.”
Miri nodded.
Then, the white thread tied by the leader slowly turned red.
It was a magic that the leader himself called the [Thread of Promise].
This was the secret to keeping the rebel organization led by the leader a secret. The ‘thread of promise’ guarantees the other person’s life if they agree to the promise.
There was no change in Miri’s body. Miri said while moving her arm tied with a red thread.
“Magic, did you do it right? I’m fine… .”
“It will be fine.”
The thread on her wrist turned bright red like a ripe persimmon.
“Huh. Our captain must be a wizard.”
It was the identity of the leader.
Known only by comrades who promised rebellion.
The Thread Wizard Grinchoff.
The only magician of the Hanabi Circus.
The thread wrapped around Miri’s wrist seemed to be tightly wound, but not so tight as to impede blood flow. She said as she turned her wrists around.
“Can’t you confirm that the magic is working properly?”
“Of course you can.”
“how?”
“there… Go tell Dick I’m a wizard.”
“If you talk?”
“So if you die, the spell will work.”
“… Ah, yes.”
There was no fear of being put on Miri anyway. Ever since she said she would join the rebellion, she hadn’t forgotten that she was risking her life.
And she had a simpler and clearer logic.
‘If I want to sell my comrade, my soul is already dead.’
She was a girl driven by a mission.
The leader planned to kill everyone in Frodo’s mansion.
What matters is after that.
In order for the plot to happen as planned, the jackal couldn’t leave this place.
‘The problem is the jackal.’
When all members of House Frodo die, the Jackal inherits the property as the rightful heir. However, if the jackal is staying here, in the academy, things are a little different.
For a moment, the vast legacy of the Frodo family will be under the care of the butler.
“Take responsibility, I’ll tie up the jackal here.”
“Do you know how to signal?”
“You can cut this thread.”
When you break the magic thread, Grinchoff feels it too. But in fact, the leader didn’t have high expectations for Miri’s attempt.
“I’m just letting you know if you’re thinking of a solution, such as breaking the jackal’s leg club, but Pilbo is protecting the jackal now.”
Miri made a small impression.
It was something she knew.
“It looked like he would watch the jackal for a couple of days and then take him in person. Your beauty world won’t work for that bastard.”
Grinchoff wanted Miri to ask ‘why?’ Then you’ll be able to say ‘because you’re not beautiful’.
But Miri nodded.
“That baby, you’re old.”
“So be careful.”
“Be careful, too.”
Then, one of the members who was packing the wagon with rope shouted at the leader.
“Captain, I’ve roughly packed everything!”
It was time to leave. Grinchoff held out his hand to Miri, and Miri took it. After a brief handshake, Grinchoff said.
“We are leaving for the Frodo Mansion now, and it will be a week after we finish the necessary preparations. If the jackal is staying here until then, cut the thread.”
“okay. Let’s put a bounty on our faces.”
Then Greenchoff spoke rather reverently.
“When we meet again, in a different world.”
Miri liked this farewell message from comrades. She also pointed to her eyes and said.
“When we meet again, in a different world.”
It was a thrilling imagination.
***
Literature class ends at 6:05.
It was a bit dark outside and it was time to get out. Clearing his throat, the jackal approached Ida.
“I know a restaurant in The Bachelor where the soup is good.”
“Oh right. Didn’t we talk earlier because the interview was long?”
“I understand.”
“like. Then we can have a meal there and talk… . John’s brother?”
“Say it.”
“At 11 o’clock. meet.”
Yohan felt bitter about the relationship, which seemed to have changed his position somehow. I couldn’t help it. What I miss now is myself. In order to meet Miri, she needed her cooperation.
John and Jackal exchanged slightly subtle glances. And John knew what the jackal meant.
He follows the same path when he loses to Adrine or Johann in the [Grade Principal Election]. Taking over the class president right away. Now that Ida has become the school principal, he must be trying to embrace her.
And Evangeles tended to worry a lot about what his brother might do.
“Let me follow you too.”
“Oh, what are you doing brother?”
“Jackal, as you can see, my brother is a little immature. May I sit with you?”
The jackal gave a small nod to Evangeles. As Yohan watched the three people walking away, he could feel that the scenario was moving on to the next one anyway.
The [Election for the school year president] was a skirmish.
In earnest, the characters start to form a party.
Based on this, the main characters are now intertwined with each other in some form, and based on that group, they face the first mid-boss.
Chief jailer Kirov, who will finally reveal his magic.
Event name [Chief Kirov].
This is also the event that becomes the catalyst for the main event that follows, [Witch Hunt].
Accordingly, John must lead the characters and deal with the cruel wizard. If there is anything that is a bit wary of the current situation, it is that Evangeles seems to have a relatively high affinity for Jackal.
But now, fortunately, it is Ida Hermes, not another character, who holds the key. Needless to say, Johann Esperts has a strong advantage in moving her from the start.
Johan first went straight back to his dorm room. Perhaps, like the last time, he would come to me in person.
‘Let’s do what we can now.’
The first thing Yohan had to do when he arrived at his dorm room was decided.
He did not yet know how he would be involved in the scenario that ‘Pre-Inheritor’ would follow. However, Yohan planned to write a [Simulation] while recalling the contents of the [User Guide].
The cost required to use [Simulation] is Secret Points and time. There is enough time until he meets Ida, and he has already accumulated 7 secret points.
First, imagine the situation in which you met Miri. The situation where Ida was taken to the military hospital.
The word that lingers in my mind is ‘conspiracy’. Words that he made his own game and never uttered to anyone.
If your guess is correct, you should talk to the Inheritor beforehand to get the corresponding question out of her.
And it has already been confirmed that [simulation] can be applied to events established through conversation.
“Use [simulation].”
But at that moment, what appeared in front of John’s eyes was not the expected system log. He uttered a curse word without realizing it.
“… damn it.”
For some reason, it felt as if the world had revealed its ill will to him. Here’s what he said in the system log:
[‘Simulation’ is not established for the existence of one’s own rank.]
[‘Simulation’ is canceled.]
Before Yohan could control the shock, a strong stimulus was sucked into his nostrils.
It was the smell of death.
The ominous smell that had grown little by little became a knocking sound.
John’s door vibrated with a thud.
“Open the door, Johann Esperts.”
It was a hoarse voice.