How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 148

Golden Home (6)

‘Greatness comes with sacrifice, and development comes with a price’

Her blonde hair, which had been overflowing with luster, had become crumbly before she knew it, and her bright eyes had become cloudy before she knew it.

However, the girl smiled regardless and sat on the terrace looking up at the clear sky.

The view of Ross Taylor’s manor from Arwen’s room, located high up in the mansion, is beautiful. If there is a paradise, it is such a peaceful landscape.

‘Just look ahead, father. Even if you don’t mind, I’ll do my part.’

Around the time when the dazzling radiance covered the back of Arwen, who was sitting on the terrace – only then, Crepin opened his eyes.

“…”

Raise your upper body and look around, it is the largest and most luxurious room in the Ross Taylor mansion. This is the bedroom of Lord Crepin Ross Taylor.

After welcoming Saint Clarice, I remember trying to close my eyes for a while before the morning schedule started. She had only been able to keep her eyes open for about thirty minutes at most, but Crepin stood up without hesitation.

I carry the feeling of being a little tired like everyday life. This kind of fatigue is nothing.

However, the feeling is not very good.

The dream that comes through the unconscious whenever you forget it. Whenever I thought back on that scene, an unpleasant feeling of nausea tried to climb up my throat.

There is poison in his eyes as he quietly lowers his head.

He is a person who does not dare to express his emotional fluctuations with facial expressions, but there is no reason to wear that mask even when he is sitting alone in his private bedroom.

In a tired mood, the desire to rest a little more is a chimney. However, it is time for social churches, which have entered the second day, to increase their size in earnest. It is a time when Creffin has a lot to care about and a lot to do.

Two days until the arrival of Balvern, the great alchemist who always seemed like a thorn in the eye. Until then, there was a need to keep this magnificent social church in good shape.

Still, a short break is probably not such a great luxury.

Creffin sat on the bed for a while, looking down at the sheets with poisonous eyes.

*

Even in the Ross Taylor social church, where all powerful people gather, the existence of Saint Clarisse is unique. The opportunity to meet face-to-face is rare, even for high-ranking nobles.

Although he is not a person with strong political influence, he has the highest authority on the continent as a religious symbol. Even so, the story was based on the continent, so the political influence within the Church of Telos was enormous. No one can control her except her sultry El Dane.

Among all the distinguished guests who flocked to the social church, she is a person who can easily fit into three fingers, so it is inevitable that all interests are focused on her.

So, when she arrived at the Roth Taylor mansion, attention was drawn to what kind of routine she would spend.

Having been assigned a room as luxurious as the head of the household, she must have had plenty of time left before attending the dinner party.

A leisurely afternoon for all attendees. Who will Saint Clarisse use that time to meet and talk to?

It means more than just killing leisure time. Depending on who Saint Clarisse is close to and what kind of stories with political implications she exchanges, the power structure may be reorganized. Her support means so much politically.

That’s why Selah, who has a strong temperament of ambition, has already made connections.

“Hyangseolran’s flower language is innocence, innocence, and eternal friendship. There is no other flower that suits the saintess like this. It also implies the wish for a harmonious relationship between the two of you.”

“As expected, you have a good sense for choosing presents, Dest.”

“It’s too much praise.”

Dest, who took Sellaha’s praise lightly, held out a bouquet of flowers.

Selaha accepted the beautifully decorated bouquet and smelled its scent. She doesn’t really like the smell of fragrant flowers, but she didn’t have to show it off.

“Since I have spoken to Archbishop Samuel in advance, I should be able to have a conversation with St. Clarisse without difficulty. There is no need to overdo it from the beginning, let’s just leave a good impression.”

Not all the honored guests have gathered at the Roth Taylor Mansion yet.

No matter how much aristocrats fly and crawl, the only person who can match the class of Saint Clarisse is the princess of frost, Selah.

Even from the standpoint of the success, I would like to take this opportunity to get to know Selaha. No matter how much the other side is the one with the highest authority, this side is the next influential emperor.

Since we are in a position to respect each other, Selaha decided to be as polite as possible.

As he was walking down the hallway accompanied by a lot of attendants, the eyes of the nobles around him were pouring out.

Each of the nobles is a status that can be the center of the seat when they return to their own territory, but in front of Selaha, it is just a passing background.

Because of the dignity that comes from authority, it is difficult to even attach words. At least, only those who were proud of their salary were asking how they were doing or saying a word saying that the weather was nice.

Selah smiled gracefully and received all those gazes, then continued walking toward the room where Saint Clarice was staying.

Looking in that direction, all the nobles nodded their heads. No matter what anyone says, the only person who can spend time with Saint Clarisse first is Sellaha, the only member of the royal family among the visitors to the Rosteyler mansion.

“The saintess is away now.”

And it was 5 minutes later that I was rejected.

“…what?”

Archbishop Samuel was speechless as he spoke hesitantly, lowering his gaze.

It’s just tacky to get angry here. However, she gazed at Samuel with a bored gaze and silently asked if the story was different.

Two cathedral knights guarding the saint’s room were standing in the door, and Archbishop Samuel was flicking his glasses as if he was embarrassed.

“I tried to quietly say that Princess Selaha was there, but she ignored all the remonstrations and immediately left to meet someone else.”

“To say he left… Did you mean the saintess came to meet her in person?”

This is unusual.

There was no way there would be a human who could tell the saintess to come and go in this Ross Taylor mansion. If I had to think about the possibility, it would be about Creffin, the head of the house leading the social church.

“It’s hard to imagine… but did Sir Creffin call the saintess?”

Archbishop Samuel shook his head.

And at the protruding name, Selaha narrowed her brow and couldn’t help but doubt her ears.

*

“It’s an iron greatsword from Kaldorn. Standing it in the middle of the room gives it a very bleak feeling…”

The place is Arwen Ross Taylor’s room on the upper floor of the mansion.

It is very unusual that the room of a person who has already passed away for a long time is still left as it is.

Well, seeing that my room, which was excommunicated a long time ago, is still there… Maybe I can’t control the remaining space in this grand mansion.

Still, isn’t it a waste to leave such a nice, spacious room as it is?

I can only speculate that maybe because of Crepin’s special name, he left the room as it is.

“Holy Maid…”

As soon as Clarisse was assigned a room, she barged into my room, rejecting all requests from distinguished guests.

If you want to meet Jung, you just have to call me into the room, and as a surprise, he appeared in person, held my hand, and pressed the back of my hand.

When I said that I was planning to tour the structure of the mansion today, Clarisse declared that she would follow me.

As a result, they went together all afternoon under the pretext of introducing Saint Clarisse to Roth Taylor Mansion.

In the process, I had to endure the staring eyes of all the distinguished guests. Maybe before the dinner party, rumors will spread throughout the mansion.

“The saintess’ every move is of interest to everyone. Shouldn’t you be conscious of that fact and act…?”

“It was like that when I was buried in the crowds of the city.”

Clarisse stopped looking around Arwen’s room and turned to look at me.

“Right now… I think I drank too much Sylvania water.”

Saying that, Betsy smiled. He is very far from being a noble and noble messenger of God.

“And… I’m getting a little excited. I can’t stay in my room because I’m sore. It’s strange that I’m so excited after only a few hours. During Easter, I pray for 12 hours at a time.”

“What are you so excited about?”

“It’s Ed’s home.”

He smiles and grabs both of my hands.

“It’s quite different from what he looked like in Sylvania… Also, thinking that senior Ed spent his childhood in a place like this, it feels special.”

“Actually, I didn’t have a childhood to brag about anywhere. Rather, I made more enemies when I made them.”

“These are also things I didn’t know. People say that the more you know, the deeper you get. Ed would be surprised to see me holding a prayer meeting in Seonghwangdo, right?”

After saying that, he made the sign of the cross, put his hands together, and playfully closed one eye. The representative of the holy God is nowhere to be found in the appearance of a bird.

Rather, it reminds me of the second status in Sylvania, Kylie Acne.

In front of the public, I look sacred and elegant, but when the two of us are alone, I become like a ghost and a girl of that age. Even I, who have gone through all the hardships of childbirth, have a hard time following the flow.

“To be honest, I was a little worried.”

Clarisse sighed as she sat on the bed that Arwen should have used.

“When I heard the news that senior Ed was in the lottery, I was very happy, but I thought I wouldn’t be treated very well.”

“Well, in the first place, I wasn’t a very good person, so I can’t help it.”

“So… I was going to scold if there was someone who was mean to Ed or made unpleasant remarks… but fortunately, I don’t think that happened.”

Saying that, Clarisse looked up at the high ceiling and slammed her heel on the ground.

“This is the room that senior Ed talked about… Arwen Roth Taylor stayed.”

“Yes. It’s amazing to see that it’s been preserved almost intact.”

“There are rumors that he was a good person.”

“He was the person I admired the most.”

At least to Ed Rosteyler before I came in, he must have been a special and respected person.

I have already read nearly half of the letter under the desk. Her reverence for her was palpable in the conversation she gave and received.

However, what was his intention of collecting all the letters and keeping them under his desk?

It seemed that we hadn’t reached the essentials yet, so we wanted to quickly find out the truth.

However, sitting in the corner of a room reading letters raises suspicion. It is necessary to dispel Crepin’s doubts while doing minimal activities.

Well, it’s good news that Clarisse got involved in the process. At least rumors must have spread.

“…I see. You must be confused, Ed senior. I couldn’t grasp the atmosphere.”

“No, you don’t have to. It’s over.”

Having said that, I looked around Arwen Rosteyler’s room a few times. I didn’t see anything that would be informative.

Among the luxurious furniture, girlish items such as combs, hairpins, and makeup mirrors catch my eye.

On one side of the wall, there is a large glass door leading to the terrace, and through it, a corner of Ross Taylor’s manor comes into view.

Admiration ensues. It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is the room with the best view in the mansion.

Clarisse also got up from the bed and came out to the terrace. He widened his eyes in amazement at the landscape, and he stood side by side with me.

“It’s a nice place. If you grow up in a place like this, I’m sure you’ll become a nice person with a beautiful heart.”

“…”

“Princess Arwen must have been like that too.”

Clarisse spoke softly, then suddenly grabbed my hands again.

“Saint?”

“Senior Ed. You haven’t lost your mind since you got reinstated, right? You don’t have to say anything about your personality, but you must have felt a lot of stares that looked down on you strangely. Because the disgrace caused by the scandal must have been great. Someone who still looks at you as if you’re screwed. There may be.”

“What can I do? It’s something I have to handle.”

“Don’t try to handle it alone.”

Clarisse put both of her hands on her chest and spoke in a whisper.

“We can handle it together.”

“…what do you mean?”

When I looked quite flustered, Clarisse seemed to lose her composure a bit… and continued with a strangely flustered feeling.

“Umm, so… use my authority. If you continue to stand by me at tonight’s dinner party, no one will look down on senior Ed or be wary…”

“If you are so proud to say that you can use yourself, the person who willingly accepts will become a strange person…”

“Ah, no… I don’t mean that. Good is good. If anything, it’d be nice if we moved in a direction that would benefit senior Ed, right?

Clarisse didn’t want to say anything more, but sighed deeply.

“Ehh… I’m just twisting my words because I’m trying to attach this and that reason without use. Yes, I won’t attach every word of reason.”

“…”

“I need a partner tonight. Would you like to sing a song at the dinner party?”

Clarisse, who threw her words like that, met her eyes… then suddenly lowered her gaze.

“Because showing off the relationship like that would be good for Ed’s status, and what’s more… I might have some good things from my point of view…? Maybe not, but I think there’s a high chance that there will be more good things anyway. do…?”

“Didn’t you tell me that you don’t stick with strange justifications…?”

“There’s no need to be sharp at this point, senior Ed.”

Then he let go of his hand, grabbed both of my shoulders, and lifted his tiptoe. And then talk like a whisper in your ear.

“Anyway, I’m going to decline all dance requests at dinner tonight, no matter who comes.”

Don’t forget to add a smile.

“All but one.”

midday terrace. A breathtaking sense that someone might be watching. Cathedral knights are guarding right in front of Arwen’s visit.

Rather, perhaps enjoying this subtle sense of danger, Clarisse giggled and backed away.

“I’ll just leave. I have to meet other VIPs too. Some people might feel bad just because I ran to see Ed first.”

“That wouldn’t be a very good thing.”

“It’s not even that bad.”

After talking so coolly, Clarisse quickly turned around.

——Suddenly, I looked toward the entrance to the terrace, and there stood Tanya, whose face was dyed blue.

“…”

“…”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhels when I was in the evening dinner, my brother asked me to check my mouth … I came to see my clothes …. I heard… no, I didn’t mean to see it.”

Normally, Clarisse would have been more surprised and made a fuss.

However, Clarisse took a light breath and smiled with difficulty.

Eventually, even a comfortable mind permeates that smile.

“Oh, there you are. Miss Tanya.”

“Come to think of it, you remembered my name. Go, thank you…”

“Sure. We talk a lot at dinner.”

Clarisse has already built up a lot of inner intimacy with Tanya.

Of course, Tanya, who doesn’t know the circumstances, just hangs her head in awe. She’ll be the first to freak out when she learns that she’s the same Kylie Ekne who dies at her Tanya’s words.

Clarisse responded lightly and quickly left the room.

“…Brother…!”

What I had seen at the Sylvania Academy, what I had seen on the carriage that had come all the way here, and what I had just seen on the terrace.

All Tanya could only see was trembling, but the reasons for their trembling were different.

Tanya sprinted all the way to the terrace, grabbed the end of the collar of my clothes and dragged it, stampeding her feet, dyeing her complexion even bluer.

“It’s Tanya…”

“Uh, what are you trying to do…! Senior Yenica, senior Lucy… and finally Saint Clarisse… How should I treat the three of you…!”

Did he spread all kinds of imagination from the position of a younger brother? It seems that I have drawn various futures considering the number of all kinds of cases… but there wasn’t much I could say from my point of view.

“It just… it happened…”

Tanya put her head on her head and took a backward step, as if she had suddenly felt dizzy.

*

A blush appeared on Clarisse’s face as she walked quickly out of the hallway.

He lowered his head, fearing that the escort knights would see his calm expression. I wasn’t sure if that would mean much.

‘Uh, anyway… First of all, I have the highest authority in this Ross Taylor Mansion…!’

Clarisse thought it over. Of course, there were a few people who could be compared to the saintess’ authority, but it was clear that everyone would respect the saintess in terms of superficial rank right away.

So, if you want to, you can monopolize Ed Roth Taylor.

I’ve heard that Lucy Mayril and Jenika Failover are also in the Lostylor Mansion, but… despite having so many eyes, she can’t ignore the saintess’ authority and act unexpectedly.

This is not the Sylvania Academy, where the virtue of learning takes precedence over everything. Grades are just numbers.

‘At least for tonight’s dinner party… there’s no one who can hold me back…!’

*

“You don’t have to get in the carriage.”

The place where almost all materials going to the ecliptic Chloeron were heard. Commercial City Oldeck.

In a city of merchants driven solely by the logic of money, a silver-haired middle-aged man was standing in front of a carriage.

“what?”

The wagon had a large Elte Company mark attached to it. Even in Oldeck’s Commercial Street, lined with huge merchants, it was one of the three largest merchants with a high name value.

“You are Roland Bellatrax, an investor belonging to the Central Branch of Elte Trading Company, right?”

The coachman confirmed the man’s identity once more.

From his youth until now, he has been involved only in Elte Corporation, and has been directly involved in most of the fund management.

He was a person who had risen to such a high level that he was able to represent most of the decision-making authority of Hoeju.

“Your boss canceled the business trip order. You can go back to the head office and focus on the bookkeeping again.”

“What? How can a business trip be approved for cancellation in one day? How important is this position? Isn’t there something wrong?”

“Check the disposition. Here it is.”

It was an embarrassing situation for Roland.

Roland was scheduled to meet with Princess Selaha at the Ross Taylor Mansion and talk about the distribution of this and that. He is the only infiltrator on the side of Elte and Sellaha.

Roland received the disposition from the coachman and checked the contents. The content was exactly what the coachman had said.

Those who have the authority to immediately dispose of such an important decision… the number is small enough to be specific.

Eventually, the moment he saw the seal of the deputy Hoeju stamped at the bottom of the document, Roland swallowed his breath.

“This person goes there himself? He must have hardly seen the main store during the semester because he was on Aken Island…”

“He’s a busy man. I know, but what are we to say about his decision?”

“I’ll have to meet you and talk to you in person. I feel uncomfortable if you don’t confirm.”

“Then let’s talk now.”

“what?”

The coachman shook his head and pointed in the direction of the carriage. It was said that they were riding in a carriage.

Roland lifted his head and looked inside the carriage.

There is a girl sitting alone in a luxurious carriage wearing a robe.

I can’t see her face, but she’s sitting with her arms crossed and legs crossed as if she’s uncomfortable. Her outstretched legs tapped the end of the simple desk.

The deputy head of Elte Corporation, whom Roland couldn’t even talk to easily.

A huge book, the seal of the sage, is spread out on the simple desk… but the girl doesn’t even seem to be reading a book.

“…I won’t bother talking about it.”

As soon as Roland confirmed that figure, he immediately lowered his tail. His coachman nodded.

From Roland’s point of view, it was just scratching and swelling.

It seems that things are getting messed up. Roland felt that way, but he had no way to use his hands right away.

It’s something only those in the know know… The situation at Roth Taylor Mansion was pretty horrific.

High-ranking nobles or heads of famous families. Or celebrities from influential families. Until the first princess of the imperial family.

In addition, there are high-ranking spiritists and rare genius wizards mixed in, and eventually even a saint of the Church of Telos is on the way. In addition, it was difficult to imagine what kind of demonic scene would unfold after the deputy Hoeju of Elte Firm was added.

From Ed Rosteyler’s point of view, it may be a social church that is nothing more than a war of nerves and search with Creffin, but…

Like it or not, it was clear that it would lead to a situation completely contrary to his intentions.

It is a mayhem.

Sadly, it was all the responsibility of Kreffin Ross-Taylor.