How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 145

Golden Return (3)

“I’d like to have breakfast with you, but Princess Sellaha of Surrey has just arrived at Roth Taylor Mansion. The royal family personally came to visit, so we should treat her with the utmost courtesy as a courtier.”

The place was a small reception room prepared at the back of the main lobby.

It is said to be small, but it was already larger than the living room of a decent house. All of the furniture inside was of high quality, so it was not easy to count all the money that went into this room.

“So, let’s have lunch together after being guided to the room in the morning. There are a lot of backlogs and a lot of questions to solve, right?”

“Yes, thank you, Father.”

It’s a conversation with a mask on.

The conversation between the son who returned after a long absence and the father who welcomes him… But none of the conversation between the two was sincere.

It was more like a skirmish between giving and receiving before weighing each other and turning inside out.

“Currently, the mansion will be cluttered here and there. A grand social gathering will be held from tomorrow evening. So, everyone will be out of their minds…”

During the five-day period, different distinguished guests come and go on different days.

Each VIP has a different date of visit, different length of stay, and different inclination and status, so it would be exhausting to take care of all of them.

“I’m sorry for coming back at such a troubled time.”

“No. Rather, I called it because it was a time like this. At this social gathering, let’s let the whole world know that my proud son, Ed Rosteiler, has returned. Since you’ve been away from social circles for a long time, you probably need to make new connections. I hope this social church will be an opportunity for that.”

Creffin said that and saw Jennica and Lucy sipping tea on one side of the sofa.

“Are those… the classmates my son is indebted to?”

“Yeah yeah yeah… Yenika… My name is Failover… Ah…”

Sweating, stuttering, wagging tail, shaking hands, shaking eyes. It is also a skill to pick out the things you shouldn’t be nervous about and do them all.

In addition to this ridiculous scale of hospitality, Jenika was in a state of tension to the limit due to the fact that she had a duke commanding the empire in front of her eyes.

I couldn’t make eye contact with my braided hair. Some would consider even this kind of appearance to be an insignificant charm, but it was not something one would say in front of the head of a ducal family.

“You don’t have to be so nervous. If you’re my son’s friend, you should straighten your shoulders.”

When Creffin spoke in a benevolent tone, Jenika suddenly came to her senses and nodded.

“It’s not like I haven’t heard of that name at all. Did you say that you were a spirit sorcerer with tremendous skills enough to deal with high-ranking spirits without difficulty? And that is what Tanya said in the letter… that prestigious and rare genius wizard…”

“Lucy Meyril.”

words are short

Yenika hiccupped. He was shocked to see Lucy just throwing out her name without any respect or polite manners. And that was right in front of the Duke in charge of the Ross Taylor family.

Lucy, sitting on the backrest, stared blankly at Crepin, motionless.

Not only Yenica, but also the surrounding users were hardened as they were. This is because Krepin Ross Taylor is famous for being a benevolent duke, but he was also infinitely harsh towards those who crossed the line.

Authority is established by others, but there are definitely times when you have to establish it yourself. Otherwise, the discipline will be lax, or there will be servants who look down on the monarch.

Creffin, who must have been aware of that fact, looked at Lucy, who spat out words without hesitation.

Despite this atmosphere, there is not even a change in Lucy’s behavior.

Either one. Either a person with no common sense at all, or… the other person isn’t much of a threat to you.

Lucy Meiril was more of the latter than the former.

Confidence that even if you do this, no one can overpower you.

Even if the status of the opponent is higher, the idea that absolute force can never defeat one is at the bottom.

That’s why Lucy acts at her own pace no matter who she meets. Except for one, Ed Rosteyler.

“You’ve brought interesting friends.”

Creffin finally let go of his expression. He too had read the confidence underlying Lucy’s underlying psychology.

I’m pretty sure this isn’t a bluff. He even has the title of the greatest genius ever produced in Sylvania.

Even so, it was clear that Ross Taylor’s attitude of challenging the name had crossed the line, but Crepin was in a more urgent situation than going out to meet the princess of Surrey.

“Well then, let’s talk slowly at luncheon.”

Saying that, Crepin got up from his seat for the time being.

“…Ah, that’s right. I have something for you, Father.”

*

“Then, call me if you need anything.”

– Kiki

The attendant greeted politely and carefully closed the door.

Ed Rosteylor’s Private Room.

The room used by that pathetic, stupid, third-rate villain before entering Sylvania Academy.

It is simply surprising that the room remains intact despite being excommunicated. In the first place, there were too many spare rooms in the Roth-Taylor mansion, so a waste of space like this could be tolerated.

I heard that Arwen Rosteeler’s room was not destroyed and left as it is, which may have some special significance.

It was a private room with three rooms that seemed to be attached to each other. I sat on one side of the bed in that luxurious private room.

On the side table next to the bed, there is tea that the attendant gave me. I lifted the tea in its entirety and poured it straight into the potted plant by the window.

Then, I walked around the room for a while, looking for any trap devices or magical engineering items for surveillance. At first, nothing caught my eye.

Then I put the lock on the door to make sure it worked, and I finished checking that the windows were locked properly.

This basic safety check… It doesn’t mean much because Crepin can penetrate everything if he wants to. Still, it was a little bit like omitting it because I had to be at least vigilant.

“Hmm… are there other things I need to check?”

All the servants welcomed me, Krepin welcomed me, and even the room I used remained intact.

Whoever it is, it’s an atmosphere where you can’t help but relax as you feel like you’ve returned to your hometown, but I never let my guard down.

It was the moment when I decided to check all possible risk factors.

-Kikkik

The door to my room opened. Seeing as he came in without even knocking, he wasn’t a servant.

The reason why you can’t see his face at first glance is because of his small body. When he lowered his gaze slightly, he saw Lucy, with her white hair hanging down, pushing through the door.

“You… didn’t you say you were going to the next room after all?”

Because of the needless battle of nerves with Creffin, Lucy couldn’t bring herself to say that she would share a room with me.

If I had brought out such words in front of my parents in the first place, everything around me would have turned upside down. Lucy shook her head and walked into the room with a few steps, clutching the pillow in his arms.

Then I threw myself on the big bed in the corner of my room. It’s cute to see him buried in the bed cotton.

“Wake up if anything happens.”

Having said that, he quickly starts to fall asleep.

Even if you sleep like that, you don’t have to worry too much because you wake up quickly at important moments.

Above all, didn’t you promise to stay close to me and protect me while I was in the mansion? As promised, I could see that he was willing to stick by my side, and I felt quite grateful.

He is indifferent to everything, and acts like he lives sloppily every time, but never misses the important things.

I left Lucy, who fell asleep with a peaceful face in the world, and started searching around the room again.

When I opened the closet, there were several luxurious clothes that seemed to have been washed recently. Apparently, it was prepared in advance to wear when attending a social church.

Even the bed sheets, curtains, and sofa covers are all clean without a speck of dust. It looked like it had been cleaned up after hearing the news that I was coming back.

As it was, I headed towards the private table by the window on the other side. It seemed to be a study desk prepared for me to use when studying or reading.

I opened all the drawers to see if I could get anything. The junk that Ed Roth Taylor used was still there.

Most of them were luxurious jewels and accessories, and there were also neckties, formal daggers, and luxurious writing instruments.

– Chin, chin.

Suddenly, the top drawer I tried to check for the last time doesn’t open.

It looked like it was locked inside.

– ‘So I wanted to ask just in case. Perhaps… the reason why your brother tried to come out of the family somehow… was it related to the… drawer…?’

– ‘…a drawer…?’

– ‘The drawer in my brother’s room that he always… never allowed me to go near, and never allowed me to open. At some point, you even locked it with a key. Even now, if you go to the Ross Taylor Mansion, you’ll be there…’

“Is this… the drawer Tanya was talking about…”

Control your breathing.

There is something in this.

Before I became possessed, the things Ed Roth Taylor, who was a madman, tried to hide.

If you haven’t touched Ed Rosteiler’s room, there’s a good chance it’s still in this drawer.

But… there is no way to open it right now. I don’t even know where the key is.

“…Should I break it?”

It doesn’t look very sturdy.

However, smashing the desk as soon as it arrives is too conspicuous. If the employee reports it, it can arouse suspicion from Krepin.

Even if you don’t arouse suspicion, you don’t know what’s inside, and it won’t shock you much.

It may contain paper that is easily damaged, or even a magical engineering product that uses a lot of sensitive parts.

“Hmm… can’t I just break the locking metal delicately… I still think it’s a little too much for my magic response…”

– Crisp.

At that moment, a small shock was applied to the locking part of the drawer. Externally, little change is visible, but it feels like only the hinges connecting the locking device inside have been picked and broken.

When I actually pulled the drawer, it opened more smoothly than I expected.

“…what?”

I glanced back, and Lucy, who was lying on the bed, corrected her posture.

It seemed to lie down without thinking and fall asleep, but on the one hand, it was steadily conscious of me.

definitely dignified It seemed to her that once she went out with Lucy, she would never suddenly die.

After saying thank you, I pulled the drawer all the way open and opened it.

Inside… a huge pile of letters was piled up.

I wanted something like this, so I took out a bunch and put it on my desk. All of them are letters written in Ed’s handwriting.

“This is… what the hell…”

It seemed like it would take some time to read them all. Still, it was necessary to at least figure out what the letters contained.

I took out a letter from the top and read it roughly and quickly from the top. Of all the letters in this bundle, it seemed to be the most recent.

– ‘To Arwen, whom I am close to and respect.’

He held his breath and licked his chin. It is unavoidable to be embarrassed.

This is… completely uncharted territory that I never knew about the person Ed Rosteiler.

< Failed Swordsman of Sylvania >

A third-rate villain who exits in Act 1, Scene 1. It is the story of a stupid fool who is excommunicated and faced with misery after slandering the main character, Taily McLore, out of vain vanity.

– ‘If I go on like this, I will die soon.’

– ‘What is the meaning of a life that should die anyway?’

– ‘What value can be given to a life that is only waiting for the promised death?’

– ‘The life I lived in the glory of Ross Taylor was short, but now I’m going to finish it all.’

– ‘My sister will not be able to reply to this letter anymore. Then, I will find my own way.’

– ‘I can’t make choices like your sister.’

– ‘My journey as a member of the Ross Taylor family ends here, but my life does not.’

I skimmed through the fragmentary contents… First of all, I quietly held my breath and put the letter down.

Then, I flipped through the bundle of letters that I had put on one side and examined them again.

These are the letters that Arwen and Ed exchanged during their lifetime. This amount would have been exchanged for several years.

As I unfolded the papers like that, a feather fell from between them and landed on the desk.

“It’s… a quill… no, it’s just a feather.”

Picking up the feather, I grabbed the tail and swung it around. It was a feather with a mysterious red pattern engraved on it.

Right now I don’t know what to use. I put the feather down next to the desk and took a deep breath as I looked at the full of papers.

First of all, it seems that I have something to do whenever I have time.

I had to cram all these massive letters into my head.

*What Creffin Ross Taylor was holding in his hand was a letter with the seal of Princess Penia.

When she saw that the letter had not been sealed, Princess Sellaha of Frost swallowed dryly.

Could it be that Krepin Ross Taylor, a powerful member of the imperial family, has already joined the side of Princess Penia?

Otherwise, there would be no way to receive an unsealed letter. That letter really symbolizes total trust.

“You seem to have a misunderstanding.”

Luxurious breakfast seat in the early morning.

Sellaha, who visited the Ross Taylor manor, was being treated very hospitably.

She exchanged light conversations with Krepin, but somehow her gaze did not move away from the letter in Krepin’s hand.

The keen Krepin seemed to have accurately guessed what Sellaha was thinking.

“A letter without a seal does not symbolize trust in the recipient… it symbolizes trust in the person who delivers this letter.”

That’s right. It was a stupid misunderstanding, rare for Selaha.

Creffin smiled and put the letter he was reading back into his arms.

“I think Princess Selaha might be wondering who delivered this letter.”

Before all celebrities from all over the world flocked to the Duchy of Ross-Taylor… a strange current flowed like the eve of a storm.

There was only one day left of the massive social gathering that only happens once a year.