Episode 1070
After the undead parade and the hunting time, all schedules were completed and the Pentamonium Festival, held once every four years, was concluded.
And the very next morning.
A spectacular award ceremony followed in front of a large audience.
Hector, who received the 3rd place award and was unable to control his facial
expressions, and Pentamonium’s Shoiken, the pride of necromancer scholars and recognized for his high achievements in the functional aspect, achieved 2nd place.
And the long-awaited first place.
“Finally, the grand prize!”
A percussion sound rang out, heightening the tension. Eshu and Toto, who were sitting in the audience, could be heard muttering ‘please’ and ‘please’, and Lorraine was sitting neatly, but looked a little nervous.
Until now, only the interim tally of hunting times was released, and the final results were not disclosed, but in fact, everyone knew who was in first place.
And the final result is a combination of hunting time scores, parade tickets, and judges’ scores.
“The winner is the leader of the 7th Corps and the student council president of Kizen! “This is Legion Commander Simon Pollentia!”
Accompanied by explosive applause and cheers, Simon walked forward with the intangible cape draped over his shoulders fluttering. For the image of the 7th Legion shown, I first wore Peer’s Bone Armor.
On the screen displayed by the memorial crystal ball in the back, a scene was
repeatedly displayed where Simon’s Behemoth battleship sent a raiding party and accurately killed only the high-ranking undead among the numerous undead.
Simon received the top award and a bouquet of flowers from Pentamonium officials, and the two took a commemorative photo together with a magic shooting device.
After several stories were exchanged, the host came forward and handed a loudspeaker crystal ball to Simon.
“It was surprising that the leader of the 7th Corps, a hot topic fighting to the
death on the front line, participated, but he confidently beat out professionals
and scholars and even won the top award! It’s truly amazing! Congratulations again and please share your thoughts!”
Simon slightly pushed up Peer’s helmet to expose only his mouth, then spoke
while holding the loudspeaker crystal ball.
“This achievement is not just mine. I would like to thank Professor Aaron of the Summoning Department, who showed me the way and served as an advisor,
and CEO Benya Vanilla, who was in charge of overall production.”
Sir!
I must have come to watch the award ceremony, but I heard Benya’s loud shout. Simon looked at him and smiled lightly, then raised the communication crystal ball again.
“There is one person in particular I would like to take this time to thank.”
“oh! “Who are you?”
“This is Professor Preston Patton of the Keygen Department of Hematology.”
Simon turned his back slightly and looked at the mana screen behind him. The assault party was shooting from the undead battleship, drawing an emerald tail.
“Without this person, my Behemoth battleship would have been nothing more
than a large target that could easily be attacked. “You found the key to the ‘assault squadron’ launched from a battleship and established the related theory.”
Pot!
Parbat!
The sound of the reporters’ magic shooting devices working rang out like crazy.
“Recently, I heard that you have been researching serum and light. I hope you
have good results.”
“yes! “You heard me well!”
Once again, the audience applauded. Simon laughed softly to himself.
‘I kept my promise, Professor Preston.’
In exchange for Preston’s help, Simon decided to do him a favor. The request
is that if Simon wins first place in the Pentamonium Undead Parade, Preston’s
name and the research currently in progress will be mentioned in front of the public.
It was a way to kill two birds with one stone: not only fame, but also money for Preston’s research. Maybe an hour later, the hematology lab’s communication crystal ball will be on fire.
When Simon first received this request, he looked puzzled and asked,
-But what if I don’t take first place in the parade?
-I would have to mention my name at a similarly prestigious event or in front
of many people. Aren’t you a corps commander?
I thought it was a good thing I stopped here. It must have been tiring in many
ways to constantly be bothered by the picky Preston with transaction issues.
“yes! Corps commander! You gave the honor of winning the award to others!
“It was nice to be able to see a different side of myself than the image I see in the public eye!”
Simone saw the female host’s eyes sparkling as she looked at him.
The opponent is a professional, and he doesn’t seem to have any intention of
letting go easily.
“This Pentamonium was a large event attended by numerous tourists and scholars! Nevertheless, the reason why the group did not appear was because the commander of the 7th Corps, who is notorious as a group killer, came here?”
Then I have to adjust it.
Simon said, pressing Peer’s helmet to cover his mouth.
[Sounds obvious.]
Yesssssssss!
Whi profit!
The audience’s explosive cheers and whistles were heard as if they had been
waiting.
The response is that this is exactly what they wanted.
[Did you think I wouldn’t know? This time I had a little fun watching you guys
retreat like crazy, but don’t forget that.]
Peer’s unique, terrifying voice rang out.
[The Legion is always watching you.]
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“The Legion is always watching you.”
Dick muttered that while covering his face with a textbook, then put the textbook away and grinned.
“Is this what it feels like?”
“… … stop.”
After the undead parade, Simon returned to school.
This is the Jet Black Mechanics Center, and I was talking with Dick, who had just returned from a mission.
“Today’s newspapers are all covered with your articles! “Look at this!”
Dick said, opening the newspaper.
“S-stop… … .”
Simon sat down and buried his face with his clasped hands. His face was all hot.
Dick laughed out loud and patted Simon on the shoulder.
“No, you said it yourself. Why are you embarrassing yourself?”
“… … “It’s embarrassing to look at it from a step away.”
It was something I said without thinking at the time.
Since Nephthys consistently emphasized the power of public opinion, Simon
also tried it, but it didn’t suit his constitution either.
Dick grinned and rubbed his chin.
“Simon doesn’t hesitate to say that he is watching you, and Simon is embarrassed when he comes to school the next day! “Which one is the real Simon?”
“… … “Both sides are me.”
“Hmm, you know. “Sometimes I look like a different person.”
Dick said and looked out the window.
“So you completely believed that he was a different person, right?”
“huh? what?”
“It is nothing!”
Dick answered and looked back. A group of students were glaring at Dick with
murderous eyes. There was an unspoken pressure to get out of there quickly. One girl even pretended to lightly slit her throat with her fingertips.
Dick shrugged his shoulders and then spoke to Simon.
“I feel like if I drag it out any longer, I’ll get killed, so I’ll stop.”
“Dick?”
As soon as Dick waved his hand and left, a group of students rushed towards Simon.
“Chairman! I read the newspaper! amazing!”
“How did you make that Behemoth battleship?”
Dick chuckled, supporting the back of his head with his arm as he watched Simon surrounded by a barrage of questions and cheers.
* * *
Kizen’s second graders were enjoying a peaceful time.
Although the class load was a bit heavy, I felt at ease compared to the brutal first year when I had to pack my bags and leave.
Whenever they had time, they talked about the new first-year juniors. The pleasure of life for the second graders was to giggle about how they would be dying by now after the student protection period was over and how 200 people would fail the island survival evaluation.
however.
-Please gather all Kizen 2nd year department representatives as a student council.
A storm was approaching.
As soon as the broadcast sound rang out, loud noises rang out throughout the
dormitory, and soon students wearing department armbands ran with their heads flying and gathered in front of the student council room.
Everyone was panting or leaning on their knees to take a long breath.
“Hey, did I tie my tie properly?”
“It’s a little crooked. No, not to the right, but to the left.”
“… … What really happened this time? “We’re gathering again in a week.”
At that time, Princess Molly Dresden, the representative of the second-year command department and currently the only royal family in the school, came forward, clapping her hands.
“Everyone, please pay attention. “Are you all gathered to fight against the evil
blood?”
Molly’s uniform was disheveled, her stockings were mismatched, and her hair
was in her mouth. I was the princess who would drop her birds, but here in Kizen, I was just one of the second graders who ran away at her third grader’s commands.
The department representative students looked around and said.
“There is no summoning department.”
“That’s the guy over there. Sasha Andrasil in chief.”
“I heard you came back from the Pentamonium.”
Grumble!
At that time, a window on the upper floor of the building opened.
“I’m sorry I’m late!”
Grumble!
A male student appeared with both feet shooting out jet-black flames like boosters, failed to slow down, rolled down the hallway, and crashed into the wall.
Uddangtangtang!
The students who were watching covered their mouths or closed their eyes. A
male student with a large lump on his head suddenly stood up.
“Huh! Sasha is taking supplementary classes… … Huh! Instead of me, Burna Felton… … ! “Huh!”
“Breathe, breathe.”
A male student who introduced himself as Verna Felton gasped. Princess Molly, who was leading them, patted her head to signal for her to tidy up her tangled hair and looked at her watch.
chuck! chuck!
The clock hands slowly moved.
Cheok!
The tip of the needle pointed exactly on time. Molly, with a nervous face, took a deep breath and knocked on the student council room door.
Knock knock.
“This is Molly Dresden, a sophomore. “I’m going in.”
She opened the door to the student council room and went inside. The remaining department representatives were all waiting in a stiff, immobile posture. It
was blocked by the door, so I couldn’t see what was going on inside. ‘yes yes.’
Molly’s voice could only be heard intermittently.
Soon she came out again and closed the door.
“What’s wrong, Molly?”
“There were kids who came first.”
Molly said with a relieved look on her face.
“I guess they are club managers. “The meeting is late, so please wait a moment.”
“thank god.”
Only then did everyone heave a sigh of relief and sit down. There were also students who went to the bathroom or went to drink water.
Burna Felton is also sitting down and taking a breather.
“Yoop.”
A narrow-eyed male student with his hair tied back waved his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Burna. It’s called Luersman. “We’re spherical, right?”
“Is that so?”
“I passed the final exam at the beginning of the first semester of my freshman
year. I do not remember?”
“Oh, right. “Now I understand!”
Burna stood up and shook hands with the narrow-eyed male student and said.
“that’s interesting. “You were a mid-level squad back then, so how did you end up in the top 10?”
“It opened my eyes to my hidden talent.”
The two boys giggled and laughed mischievously.
Verna Felton, who had some free time, straightened his back and looked around.
“You know, this is my first time attending a student council meeting. But it’s strange to see the department heads in their departments who are supposed to
relax their shoulders and show their military spirit. “Are you that scared of student council president Simon?”
“Noop.”
The narrow-eyed male student waved his index finger left and right.
“If you meet the student council president, Simon, you will know that he is a really nice person. It’s peaceful and the meeting atmosphere is enjoyable. “To begin with, he’s so busy with external duties that he doesn’t even attend second
-year gatherings.”
“Then who called us now?”
The narrow-eyed male student opened his eyes and said with an eerie smile.
“Ice Queen.”
At that one word, the department representatives around me grabbed my shoulders and trembled.
Burna Felton laughed.
“We are not children. “Even if you give me a nickname, it’s childish.”
“Are you smiling yet?”
The narrow-eyed student continued speaking while looking at the distant mountains outside the window.
“It’s because I haven’t experienced it.”
“… … ?”
Shake!
As soon as those words were finished, the doors to the student council room opened wide to the left and right. A cold chill rushed into the room.
As the temperature around him plummeted, Burna Felton felt his hair stand on end.
plod trudge.
The club leaders who had been meeting earlier were walking out like zombies
with their heads down and their arms hanging limply. When I looked at his face, he looked like he had aged by almost 10 years.
‘What happened?’
At that time, Verna was rolling her eyes in embarrassment.
“Everyone came, right?”
Molly Dresden, who had already fixed her makeup and returned to the door, spoke with determined eyes.
“It’s our turn. Let’s go in. “It’s your first time with Burna, so don’t make a mistake.”
“uh? “Uh-huh.”
The second-year department representatives walked in stride, with Molly leading the way. Burna followed behind. As the class members muttered ‘Excuse me’ as they went inside, Berna followed suit and came inside.
He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at the view of the student council room he was visiting for the first time.
You can see a sofa and a large conference table placed right in front of you. On the right, a first-year girl wearing a student council armband was bowing her
head, and on the left, Arthur Bleman, a mercenary king and member of the student council, was smiling and waving.
And the center.
Leading them was a third-year student with light blue hair who was sitting in
his seat like the final boss of the play. She was sitting with her legs crossed, her hands clasped and smiling.
I feel such charisma that it is hard to believe that they are the same student.
Actually, isn’t that woman the student council president? She was so overwhelmed that she thought that. Her shoulders naturally relax and her head bows. Soon, the smiling third grader slowly revealed her lake-like blue eyes and finally
spoke her first words.
“sit down.”
It seemed like today we would find out the truth of the rumor.
