231. Presentation
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Walter, the dean of the Divinity Faculty, is a fairly stubborn idiot, although I’ve met him once before.
Even if you show a fairly radical method, you’re just convinced.
[…You’re the only one who interprets it that way.]
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[You’re showing something radical again in front of the dean? More here?]
No, what.
To be honest, I think it’s too late to even care about my reputation.
And in the first place.
‘…It’s something I have to do at least once.’
My goal is, in the end, to make all the vessels of the devil around me happy.
To do that, we need to improve our awareness of our surroundings little by little.
There is nothing you can’t do if you think it’s the first step to that end.
Although the scale is a bit small, it is said that showing such an image on an ‘official ship’ like this is meaningful in its own way.
“So.”
I continued to speak in a calm voice to Riru and Seras, who were staring at me with dead eyes in front of their eyes.
“Did you read the plan?”
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“…”
Two gazes returned at the same time, as if to say, “Are you saying that now?”
“Once you do it once, you don’t have to worry about it again, so don’t worry too much.”
“…Senior Dawood.”
Seras uttered those words as she trembled.
Judging by the expression, it seems that he is feeling quite ashamed.
“Are you really going to do it?”
“Sure.”
Gives back the answer with a grin.
“In the first place, not many people see it, so there is no need to be so nervous-“
As soon as I said that and entered the auditorium where the ‘demonstration’ was to be held, the sentence was cut off.
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Actually, looking at the situation, it’s not that different from what was notified in advance. There is only an evaluation team made up of Dean Walter and a small number of ‘observers’.
However, the evaluation team.
“…Your Majesty.”
As I said that while resting my head against a frantic headache, an answer came back from the “Observer.”
“Is there something wrong, dear?”
Watching Cecilia, 11, smile and say that, her headache gets even worse.
What is this person doing here?
Being the emperor of an empire is such a job, and what kind of job is it that is easy enough to leave everything behind and go around?
“Ah, don’t worry too much, Jim is literally participating as an ‘observer’. He will have no influence on the evaluation.”
“Even if I ask if it’s okay to come to a place like this for such leisurely business-“
“That’s not all. If you come to the same place in advance, won’t you adapt quickly later?”
“…Yes?”
What does this person have to adapt to in Elfante?
“Time that has passed does not come back. Eternity is not a luxury afforded to mortals.”
As I was tilting my head at that thought, a sentence like that suddenly came flying from Dean Walter with a clearing of his throat.
Oh, yes.
I guess it means don’t bother and do the presentation straight.
“…Well, good.”
Scratching his head, he looked at Seras and Riru.
The two guys who met my eyes flinched at the same time, but smiled friendly and gestured towards them.
“Come out here. I have to show you.”
“…”
At my words, those two hurriedly walked out onto the stage with deathly expressions on their faces.
“The research topic to be presented as a requirement for club establishment.”
Standing in front of those guys, I dropped a sentence to Dean Walter with a voice full of confidence.
“It is a ‘how to tame’ the devil.”
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As soon as I heard that.
The expressions on the Emperor’s and Dean Walter’s faces became subtle at the same time.
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In fact, at an educational institution of the size of El Fante, all kinds of transfer students come in from time to time, in addition to freshmen who come into the regular semester.
Such students are usually the type who enter through a special route for one reason or another, so there are quite a few geeks.
But.
Even considering that, this is the first time a student has made such a request.
“…Uh- um-…”
Sir Ophelia, the headmistress of the freshman dormitory, looked the other person up and down while speaking with a look of embarrassment.
“So, the name is-“
“This is Victoria Ebatrice.”
A soft voice, like glass marbles rolling on a jade tray, came back as an answer.
Pure white hair covering the neck. Red eyes. She was a female student with a distinctive short stature.
No matter how you look at it, it seems that you are too young to be admitted to El Fante, but there is probably no human being who can look this woman in the eye and say something like that.
Those pupils.
The sharpness condensed in that red gaze, well.
“…”
Sir Ophelia looked at the other person in silence.
It’s probably something that most people instinctively feel, and it’s a fact that she feels even more clearly after seeing her in action several times.
These are the eyes of a murderer.
An atmosphere that only those who have had the experience of “Slaughtering” People many times can have.
Among the students, probably only the student council president, El Nore, has a similar atmosphere.
“So-“
However, Sir Ophelia continued her words without much reaction.
It was none of her business to meddle with her opponent’s background. As long as she entered El Fante and was a student, she was the one she had to protect.
“…She wants to share a room with a non-Imperial student-?”
“Yes.”
The answer came back in a steady voice.
It was a request that made Sir Ophelia sigh.
God, isn’t it too harsh to find a non-empire roommate in an imperial educational institution?
‘…Wait a minute.’
Sir Ophelia tilted her head at the feeling of some information passing through her head.
‘Your last name is Evatryce-?’
It was definitely a name that remained in her memory.
Sir Ophelia began to rummage through her student books, looking for a name related to her.
“Ah- here it is-“
“Yes?”
Sir Ophelia smiled and replied to the answer that came back while tilting her head expressionlessly.
“There is a student with the same last name as you, Seras Ebatrice-“
Hearing those words, Victoria’s eyes quickly narrowed.
“Since you are a student from the Seonghwang-guk, not from the Empire, how about sharing the same room for the two of you-?”
“…”
It is a disapproving look.
“…Well.”
Still, the answer came back in a flat voice.
The next words didn’t suit that kind of thing at all.
“I don’t think it’s a very good decision for Sir Ophelia, nor for me.”
“Hmm-? What do you mean-?”
“Because if she shares a room with her, there is a good chance that either I or she will die.”
“…”
As Sir Ophelia stood still in a daze at the unexpected answer, the sentence continued in a calm voice.
“Because it’s a family that doesn’t get along very well.”
“…Saiga, bad-?”
On the other hand, when family members don’t get along well, these words come out.
She may have said it as a joke, but it just doesn’t sound like that to a student with eyes like that.
“Okay. Maybe that’s an inappropriate expression. It’s been over 10 years since we last saw each other, so maybe it’s more appropriate to just say we have nothing to do with each other.”
“…”
Especially if these words continue casually.
Sir Ophelia closed the student book with a sigh.
“…Then can you wait a little bit-? I’ll let you know again when I find the right student-“
“Okay.”
This time Victoria, who nodded her head obediently, opened her mouth as if she had just remembered.
“Well then, can I ask you one thing while you wait?”
“What is-?”
“Where can I find a man named Doud Campbell…”
Victoria’s sentences, which were about to continue her words, were momentarily cut off.
It must be because he saw the gentle face of Sir Ophelia instantly melt away from her tiredness.
“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry- I’ve been asked too many times lately-“
“…Yes?”
“Even if the female students who frequently ask where the student went are not able to do it, there are more than 5 of them- now I get tired just hearing his name, so my expression unknowingly-“
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Victoria’s eyes narrowed again at the sight of Sir Ophelia speaking while waving her hands.
Well. Although he had heard about it from his ’employer’, the Marquis Bogart.
It seems clear that this man is truly a ruinous prostitute.
While thinking about that, Sir Ophelia continued her words with a sigh.
“Now that student is also a senior, he will be out of the dormitory for freshmen, but I don’t know. I think I heard where you are and what you are doing today. What activities did she obviously do in relation to the club-“
“Club, are you talking about it?”
“Yeah, his name was Exorcist, right?”
“…”
Upon hearing that, Victoria’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
Then she asked in a quiet voice.
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“If you don’t mind, may I ask the location? I would like you to let me know if possible.”
Apparently, Marquis Bogart’s instructions to her when she infiltrated her El Fante were to report all the man’s actions regarding her ‘demon’.
It is also a job that perfectly satisfies the conditions, and apart from that.
‘…Personally, I’m a bit interested.’
Victoria herself had some interest in that human named Daud.
There are things like that because it’s a request.
From my employer, I heard that Doud Campbell is the person who holds the key to upheaval the entire continent regarding the ‘devil’.
It cannot be dismissed as an exaggerated expression. Just sitting still, information comes in every moment that the leaders of the Empire, the Tribal Union, and the Holy Kingdom are all paying attention to it.
As an assassin who has no choice but to react sensitively to such trends, he has no choice but to be interested.
So, even if you are curious about what kind of things such a man is planning to create a dubious club called ‘The Exorcist’, you should collect information.
Victoria thought so, and opened the door to the auditorium that Sir Ophelia had told her about. She must have said that she was doing club-related activities here today.
“Excuse me-“
Victoria, who had entered the auditorium while bowing cautiously, stopped her movement abruptly.
Actually, looking at the situation itself, there is nothing so strange.
It must have been during some kind of ‘presentation’. Because there is an auditorium, a presenter is on top of it, and two people in the audience are watching it as if they are interested.
Just.
It would have been the case if the people on the stage weren’t her ‘family’.
‘…No.’
Of course, it wasn’t the look she was familiar with.
With ‘Purple Aura’ wrapped around her body, and a playful puppy-like expression on her face, at least she’s a million light years away from the cold-blooded assassin image she remembers. Because it was
Not much more.
Now that’s it.
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The figure of her older sister, lying on the stage, showing her stomach to the man in front of her, thrashing her arms and legs.
No matter how you think about it.
It was not the appearance of the only two Grand Assassins with her on her continent.
Even in that state, she was panting with her tongue out. Her face is full of genuine happiness. Like she doesn’t even feel ashamed that she’s doing this.
Victoria opened her mouth. As an assassin, she refrained from expressing her strong emotions, but she couldn’t stand it.
“…Seras?”
Unknowingly, at the words she uttered in her bewildered voice.
The face of Seras, who had been on her stage, swung back to her.
“…Victoria?”
Suddenly.
After confirming her appearance, Seras said that.
The purple aura that surrounded her body disappeared in an instant. The grotesque atmosphere that had been in that expression also disappeared.
As if she had just come back to ‘sane’ as soon as she saw Victoria.
Next.
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A devastating silence fell inside the auditorium.
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Dowd, there is a limit to the harem. Don’t abuse, you bastard.