How to Survive at the Academy Chapter 227

to you who survived (2)

There was no spirit during the festival.

This is because I have to attend a lot of events, I have to help with the undergraduate scholarship students, I have to continue my camp life, and I have not stopped my personal training. As a result, I did not feel that I had properly enjoyed the festival.

What is noteworthy, however, is that Princess Selaha often mentioned my name at official events.

Didn’t you say that in the interview with Vice Principal Rachel, she asked various things about a student named Ed Rosteyler?

Even when speaking from center stage, he mentioned Ed Rosteiler, and even when he attended a prayer meeting presided over by the saintess, he apologized for the rudeness at Rosteiler Mansion.

As if he had made up his mind to capture me for sure at this opportunity, his arrogant attitude up until now was clearly approaching.

In addition, there were a lot of letters sent by Dest, her butler.

While staying at the Sylvania Academy during the festival, he sent me a letter a full day. Even the letters were all handwritten, and the contents were written quite densely.

It was not difficult to imagine him writing letters with a quill pen every night, sitting at the private office table in the VIP quarters. It wasn’t even a love letter of any kind, but the contents full of romantic rhetoric came one after another, and in the end, her final conclusion was a story to stick to her side.

– ‘It’s chilly at night on Aken Island. Does this mean that autumn is slowly approaching? Time really flies. It’s been quite a while since we met face to face during the disaster at Ross-Taylor Mansion, but we barely felt a deep understanding of each other. Don’t speak directly. I want to understand you more deeply. It also means to find a political compromise, but I just want to know deeply about you as a human being. will you tell me Won’t you make me understand the hardships of your life and the beliefs you’ve been following? I believe that if it is your life that you have been lonely but have endured firmly, there will surely be a part in contact with me.’

– ‘The heat of the festival continues. Today, I went to inspect the living area. Thinking that it’s where you live makes me feel special. And seeing the students humming peacefully, drunk in the festive mood, reminds me of that. After all, conflict doesn’t create anything.’

– ‘I’m sure that all the confrontation so far is postponed to the past, and if we join hands, there will surely be a better future waiting for us. I’ll treat you the best I can. Even the power within the imperial family can guarantee it to the extent that it is not regrettable compared to when Crepin was the head of the household.’

– ‘Let’s end the feud. The disaster at the Ross Taylor mansion was just an aberration of a kind called Crepin. We can envision a new future in our own way. The beautiful blueprint may be different from each other, but I have no doubt that if we talk well with each other, it will become a stepping stone to create a greater empire.’

When I look at the letter with such respect, I feel a sense of incongruity because it seems to be so contradictory to what I felt when I met Princess Selaha in person.

When I finished reading the letter and put it down, Dest, the butler who had come to deliver it, asked me in a polite tone.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you. Would you like to accompany me?”

When you ask such a question, I just shake my head in silence.

Then, the letter arrives the next day as well.

– ‘I thought you wouldn’t respond to my invitation. You probably want to continue standing on Fenia’s side and give her strength. However, it is something to think about carefully. Is it really a happy thing for that child to become emperor? He’s a kid who doesn’t usually put his will on things like power. She is a child who has lived by hearing that she is a benevolent princess who is always benevolent and listens to the voices of her subordinates.’

– ‘However, once you ascend to the throne, you must buy someone’s resentment. Traditionally, a ruler is someone who has the courage to turn half the people who oppose his decisions into enemies. Do you think that would be possible for Fenia? It is certain that he will roll on the floor after being kicked by a stone in reality while chasing idealism.’

– ‘If it were me, I could continue to protect Fenia’s tender heart. As long as you are by my side and take care of things well, Fenia can always live in the Rose Palace as a benevolent and benevolent princess who thinks of her people. In a way, wouldn’t it be the right distribution of roles for us to handle the real work and let a child like Fenia live in a bright world?’

In the letter that arrived the next day, they were selling Penia’s happiness.

From Selaha’s point of view, who had no doubts that Princess Penia and I were special, it was quite a win-win.

However, the more I do this, the more I remember the story that Fenia eagerly told me.

– ‘Never, you must not go over to Selaha.’

– ‘Selaha sister… once she succeeds in getting her hands on it, she loses all interest. When Sela Ha’s greed swells, it’s when he finds something he can’t get his hands on. So, no matter what Selaha unnie offers, no matter what approach she takes… the moment you pass, your value will plummet to the bottom, Ed.’

A truly paradoxical story. In order to keep my value, I have to cut out all the offers of the opponent who put a high value.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you, would you like to accompany me?”

At Dest’s words, I, who was sitting by the campfire, shook my head again.

Then, without a doubt, letters will arrive the next day.

– ‘Don’t rate your firm will highly. However, I can say for sure. If you hold my hand, I will surely become the emperor of this empire. I can guarantee you as much as you can. I can help the Ross Taylor family, where you have been a part of your whole life, to become the most prestigious family in this empire again.’

– ‘I need you, Ed Rosteeler. I wish you could be mine I desperately want you.’

It was a tone that openly asked that they come on their own. Desperation was added to the letter.

Of course, it’s just a letter. It is completely unknown whether the person who wrote this letter is actually desperate. The opponent is a person who has lived his entire life in the political arena. I felt sincerity with just a few lines, so my heart couldn’t be moved.

At Dest’s words asking if he would accompany me, I shook my head again.

– ‘I think I’ve been thinking about you all day today. Ed Ross Taylor. It seems that this is not the only cause of the idea of ​​​​coupling you politically.’

– ‘At some point, your voice or face permeates into your heart, and you spend the day thinking about you whenever you have a chance. Of course, personal feelings should not take precedence in politics that determines the direction of a country. However, since I am also a woman… there are times when I can’t help but feel the heat in my heart.’

– ‘I’m curious about you. I am curious about your solid loyalty that allows you to stand firm in your beliefs even in front of a country’s princess. I hope it’s directed at me. I want the country to respect women. When I sit in my office every day reviewing the agenda, I want you to stand next to me.’

– ‘I long for you. Ed Ross Taylor. Please, stay by my side and support me along the way I walk.’

In the letter the next day, he was finally selling his romance. Of course, I can never believe this.

It’s about to get scary at this point. How far could this princess sell herself in order to win what she wanted?

It’s to the point where you can even feel the fearful greed.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you. Please accompany me.”

Of course… I still just shook my head.

Until the day the festival ended like that, I had to repeat this.

*The last day of the festival has dawned.

As I heard, the festivities at the Sylvania Academy will come to an end with a grand fireworks display that will be held in the student plaza at midnight today.

There is still a bit of festival season left in the entire empire, but the stay of Emperor Chloel and Princess Selaha on Aken Island ends today.

When all the festival schedules are completed well, they will take a two-day break on the weekend and return to their daily routine of continuing their studies.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you.”

Princess Selahha sent a letter until the end of the day.

The content was somewhat as expected. Half of it was close to a love confession, but I put on a cold expression.

“…The princess has great writing skills. The flow of writing that even feels strange sincerity is really amazing. I would like to try writing a poem or a novel.”

After reading the letter, the answer I would give was decided. Perhaps Dest was also expecting it.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going.”

*“It’s good to consciously think a little positively. President Tanya.”

“I hate it so much when Ziggs said that.”

“I am saying this because I am worried about President Tanya.”

“…”

A long-awaited break.

Tanya, who was lying on the sofa in the student council president’s office, looking half-corpse, brushed her messy hair up and looked toward the door.

Ziggs Eiffelstein, who had brought along some snacks, threw a few snacks on the office table and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

Seeing her comfortably seated with her hands on the back of the sofa, she did not feel any respect for the student council president.

I couldn’t help it. In fact, Ziggs was much more likely to play the stick role than the carrot role within the student council.

Since I was mostly in the position of chasing Tanya who had run away, I came to the point where the other person looked more like a prisoner dreaming of escaping from prison than the student council president.

“Looks like I was just lying on the sofa and pretending to be the chairman. I want to retire. I want to die. I want to run away to a place where no one knows. What is Ed’s brother doing? Should I just hand over the job as head of the household? Should I accept it in the first place? But maybe it’s something I’m responsible for. Why did you take responsibility in the first place? i just want to die help me. someone save me Aren’t you repeating this monologue?”

Tanya caught her breath and looked at Ziggs.

“Now… the repertoire is obvious, so it’s actually not that surprising. Still, as of today, haven’t you finished all the overdue work during the festival? Now that senior Anis is with you, you will be very relaxed when you go back to your normal semester life.”

“I want to enjoy my own leisure time, but what do I do when I have a lot of bad thoughts?”

“So, at least consciously, think of something good. It doesn’t matter if it’s a lie.”

“It doesn’t mean anything if you lie and say nice things.”

“No, it has some meaning. I heard about it from Elka too.”

Ziggs casually checked the condition of his equipment and spoke casually.

“It may be a kind of self-suggestion, or it may just be wearing a mask, but… They say that if you lie to yourself over a long period of time and immerse yourself in it, your mind will accept it as fact from a certain point on. There must have been some jargon… I can’t remember…”

“…strangely psychoanalytic-like content. I don’t know much about that field…”

“I don’t know either. But, isn’t that a good thing? I am happy with myself every day. I am perky. I love my job. I can’t stand it because I want to work. work is my life I will die at work!! Wouldn’t it be possible to be more positive about life by telling lies and repeating hints?”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like it because it feels like my life is over.”

“…Certainly, I was exaggerating a little. sorry.”

Ziggs laughed and glanced sideways at Tanya, who was finally getting some proper rest after a long day of work.

No matter what you do, you are a person who somehow finishes all the tasks assigned to him within the deadline. They say that human character is inherited, and in many ways, I resemble my older brother a lot.

I think that I could be a good leader if I assist well… But right now, I don’t feel dignified because I look like a corpse.

Well, there must be people like this.

With that thought in mind, Ziggs wiped the scabbard with a cloth.

“… You refused to accompany me. You probably won’t be able to accompany me to the end.”

Even though the country’s princess was bending her to this extent, she didn’t even seem to be moved.

A luxurious private room prepared for Princess Selaha. Inside the neatly organized room, there was also an office table.

Princess Sellaha, who was sitting at a huge table and playing with her quill, snorted at Dest’s report.

“Pretending to be expensive… After all, you’re just coveting power…”

During the festival, it was difficult to find time to accompany Emperor Chloe. Going to Ed Rosteyler’s camp every day is, of course, impossible.

So, Princess Selahha tried to appease him through letters, but there was also a limit. She actively fanned Ed Ross Taylor by writing more radical and daring content… but, as expected, his firm mind shows no signs of moving at all.

Now, even strange errors began to form, and I began to put more effort into the letters I sent to him every day than I thought.

Of course, there was no sincerity in the contents of the letter. There was no reason at all for Princess Selaha, who had no blood or tears, to give away all of her liver and gall to hold in her hands, even if it was a duchess.

It’s just flattery. Most of the time, it comes down to this point.

Intoxicated with the fact that a country’s princess needs her this much, she loses sight of her own worth.

However, the tyrant Sellaha, who considers all of her subordinates to be nothing more than throwaway chess pieces… there is no reason to go that far.

“I think it would be best to take the time to visit one more time…”

Coincidentally, there are a lot of schedules tomorrow morning right now, and there are so many reports to review. I have to schedule a visit to the Trix building, and I have to go to luncheon with Principal Obel Forciers.

In the end, there is nothing I can do right now other than writing the letters more sincerely… The problem is that I have written all the repertoire that can be written. There is a limit to writing a false letter that seems to have more sincerity than this.

“Even when I bend to this extent, they don’t even blink an eye…”

Rather, Princess Selahha’s fishy smile rose up. Even just imagining what she would feel like when she defeated Edros Taylor, whom she had been holding on to so steadfastly and faithfully, her heart was overflowing.

At least, Princess Selaha had never tried to get her hands on someone with such excessive immersion. It usually came before that.

Lately, I’ve reached the point where I’ve been thinking about what kind of writing I should write this time to blow air into his ear all day long.

He tried to stimulate his loyalty to Princess Penia, and eventually told a shocking story, such as that he was personally in love with Ed Roth Taylor.

Nonetheless, Ed Rosteyler doesn’t even dream.

‘Did he see through that everything was a lie…?’

I felt that way inside. Other than that, I wrote down a lot of unconventional words… but it seems that I don’t believe in the contents at all when I see that they have never come over.

Is there a need for a more trustworthy and sincere tone? Promises of more wealth and honor won’t motivate him, so what is needed at this point is sincerity that will make the other person believe that you are sincere.

It is necessary to wrap one’s heart so that it seems infinitely earnest enough to convince of its sincerity, to the extent that even the suspicious Ed Roth Taylor is not deceived and can not be deceived.

Once in my hands, when he became a human who betrayed Fenia, he used him to his advantage and then threw him away. When he is abandoned by Selaha, he draws the man’s expression. Imagining the joy of that time brings a smile to my lips.

That’s how Selaha continues to write letters dotted with lies.

I think about the wording of the letter all day long.

Over and over again, endlessly immersed… I was repeating lies to myself.

*“Your request to view has been declined. In fact, the seal of the sage is not open to the outside world even for research purposes, so it is difficult to grant permission at the student level.”

The staff at the Trix building spoke kindly to Ayla across the window. She was a girl who had been asking for a meeting with Obel Forsyus for several days already, submitting a request that she would like to read the seal of the sage without fail.

“is that so…”

“Yes… It’s a treasure with a history of theft, so I’m also cautious at the bachelor’s level…”

“Okay… thank you…”

Ayla greeted the window and left the Trix building.

Although the fever of the festival continues, the office building, Trix Hall, is still quite office-like.

That subtle heat lingers, but you have to do what you have to do anyway.

Ayla looked around the Trix building for a moment, then lowered her head and hardened her expression.

Something, something else had to be done.

Somehow… the intuition that I had to read the seal of the wise man… continued to spring up.