Chapter 233 – 233. Audit
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“…The creation of the club has been approved.”
Inside the crumbling abandoned building, Elijah said as he put the official document sent here back into the envelope.
“…”
“…”
Unfortunately, even though the desired goal was achieved, there was not a single person in sight who was happy about it.
“…yeah.”
Elijah timidly tried to congratulate himself by raising his hand, but the terribly gloomy aura emanating from around him immediately silenced him.
Actually, me and Liru are fine.
90% of the reason why this atmosphere is being created right now is because of Seras, who is staring into space as if her soul has escaped.
“…Well, that could be true, Seras. I heard you’re my younger sister. Since we’re family, you might understand that – Okay, okay, sir? why?”
When Elijah tries to continue talking, he slaps his arm to silence him.
What this guy is trying to mess with right now is one of Seras’ biggest vices. Just mentioning it is a land mine.
If I search through my memories a little, there was definitely something like this among the system windows that came to mind related to Seras.
< Quset Info >
< Special Quest: The ultimate dark side! >
[Quests related to ‘Seras Evatrice’ are now open! ] [ Upon clearing, the target will obey you! ] [ Upon clearing, you will receive enormous benefits in the main scenario! ] [ Upon clearing, you will become the owner of the ‘Crescent Moon Oath’! ]
Obviously, this is the spear that came to mind when I first contacted this guy through Vizsla, the exorcist I met while fighting Balcasus.
If you think back on what I said back then…
-I know the location of the item you are looking for.
…Well, I remember saying something like that.
The ‘object you are looking for’ is Victoria, whom I met before.
My younger brother whom I separated from 10 years ago. The only blood relative Seras has left.
I was able to get Vizsla’s cooperation right away even though I only vaguely told him that I knew the details of this place.
Almost everyone who is close to that guy knows how obsessed Seras is with it.
[…You know that the more you explain it like that, the more evil you become, right?]
“…”
[I’m not saying you showed that in front of such an important person.]
I can’t say anything to refute that.
As I was thinking that and clearing my throat awkwardly, Elijah suddenly clapped his hands to divert my attention.
“Ooh, let’s not do this! Shall we meet again at this time tomorrow? “Anyway, club activities start in earnest starting tomorrow!”
Anyone can see that the intention was to just quickly leave the place, but it was definitely a better option than sitting here and enjoying the gloom together.
In the end, everyone reluctantly nodded.
Liru glances at Seras, while Seras still looks like her soul has disappeared, and they each take a step outside the building.
“…then.”
I also tried to leave the club room without saying that.
Suddenly, Elijah quickly grabbed my arm.
“Hey, teacher, please talk to me alone!”
“…”
As usual, I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, wondering if something was strange, but he seemed strangely urgent.
Compared to when I was sticky like usual, it seemed like a world away, so I eventually sighed and sat down again.
“…What?”
When I scratched my head and asked Elijah a question, he pursed his lips and then opened his mouth with difficulty.
“…Well, you know how important clubs are in El Fante, right?”
“Isn’t that why we made that mess?”
He answers like that as if he is saying something obvious.
So, it is also required in the school regulations. Make good connections within the academy and leave.
“…Well, by the way…”
Elijah continued his sentence with difficulty, sweating profusely.
“Well, regarding that, there is a function that is supported within Elfante itself…”
“…”
Looking at this guy, I can roughly guess what he will say.
“Let’s guess.”
I sigh and interrupt him mid-sentence.
“There are people who support you?”
Seeing Elijah’s eyes widen as if wondering how he knew, it seems like a good shot.
‘…It’s even weirder that he doesn’t come.’
Sponsoring a club literally means claiming to be a guardian. We will provide you with the resources necessary for your activities, so we ask you to later share with us the ‘results’ you have created through your activities.
At Elfante level, it is hard to say that it is a strange system because it is not uncommon for equipment or talent that can be used in actual combat to be discovered within the club.
And in that respect, this exorcism department would be a pretty good place to target.
No matter how hard you try to be inconspicuous, the warrior Elijah is included. Even if I am not recognized at that level, my presence is not so ignored.
People with bright ears and good eyes are everywhere. There is a high possibility that Elijah and I have been putting saliva on it since we were talking about making something like this.
“But aren’t they still people you can just throw away? “So that I can politely refuse and send it back.”
“…Well, you know…”
Elijah was sweating profusely and held something out to me.
“It was sent along with an official document approving the creation of a club. Ha, would you like to read it?”
“…?”
I take the document he holds out and look through it.
This is a list of people wishing to become sponsors.
And suddenly, as soon as I received it, a window appeared in front of my eyes.
< System Message >
[Confirm the creation of the ‘Club’! ] [ We see a special level of interest in that group! ] [ Depending on how you run the club, the way the upcoming main quest – Chapter 5, ‘Empire Disruption’ progresses will be determined! ]
“…”
What.
I haven’t even checked what’s written yet, but it’s full of ominous messages.
There is a special level of interest, and how Chapter 5 progresses is determined by how it is operated.
“…”
You can’t know just by thinking about it.
Let’s check it out first.
Thinking like that, I read through the document Elijah held out.
“…There’s no way this person is missing.”
He muttered that and removed the document with the imperial family’s stamp on the top shelf.
There’s nothing strange about it. Because the emperor was the one who was in the front row at the club presentation right away.
Fortunately, this is something that can be adjusted through some persuasion. Anyway, he cooperates quite well with me.
And then…
“…What are these humans doing here?”
Duke of Tristan. Margrave Kendrid.
Even to this point… it’s a bit excessive. It’s not at a level that I can’t understand.
Aren’t they all people who are personally acquainted with each other? This is also a level that can somehow be solved with words.
But, the things that come after this.
“Chiefs of the tribal confederation… ?”
“…yes.”
I don’t know if it was sent by Kasa, but rather it was sent by chiefs who are quiet and have nothing to do with me.
As if they wanted to get to know us personally.
The level of things being proposed there…
“…Will you share all of your research results over the past two years?”
“…yes.”
Elijah answered, looking slightly offended.
“In the past, even when the empire made a request for an entire territory, it was ignored.”
“…”
“They said they would just hand it over to sponsor the club…”
By the time he said the last words, his voice had almost turned into a tearful expression, and it was clear that I could fully empathize with the situation.
At this point, it is clearly strange to anyone who sees it.
No matter how much I achieved monstrous results here and there, and even if I had Elijah among my club members, it was definitely not enough for these big names to rush in so passionately.
To put it bluntly, no one has yet announced the name of the club, its purpose, or what results it will achieve. Even if you think about common sense, there is absolutely no reason for this to happen.
And that doubt turned into confidence in the next chapter.
“…”
When I looked at Elijah, asking if this was real, he nodded, still in tears.
“…Emperor?”
“…yes.”
“…The Emperor of the Holy Empire?”
“…yes.”
“…”
What are you really doing here, you bastard?
Why are you sponsoring me?
My head starts pounding. It feels like my temples are being compressed.
It doesn’t end there either. As soon as I see the group’s name written on the next page, even my face starts to become horribly distorted.
“…Elijah.”
I barely open my mouth with a trembling voice.
“Am I seeing this right?”
“…yes.”
“…”
I feel dizzy.
“When was the last time the Magic Tower had contact with an outside group?”
Looking at the seal of the Magic Tower stamped on the document, he muttered like a groan.
As a single force, it is the strongest, worst, and worst group in this world.
The headquarters of the world’s technological power that even tribal alliances cannot compete with.
While other countries are playing around in the medieval to modern times, it is no exaggeration to say that these are the ones filming science fiction on their own.
‘…I think the information leaked out.’
Otherwise, there would be no reason for these crazy closet paranoids to send us things like this.
If it is the ‘authority’ to freely change the power related to ‘the devil’, as Dean Walter said, it is an ability that every group on the continent will drool over.
I don’t know if the information flowed to that exact extent, but if the information leaked that it was only remotely related to that area, this kind of attention could be poured out.
“…Say you’ll put it on hold. “Let’s buy some time.”
I grab my pounding head and say that.
Honestly, it is no exaggeration to say that this is the only solution right now. This is not a level where you can give up just by verbally refusing, and there is too little information right now to make a clear choice.
It even popped up that it was linked to the main quest. You can’t decide rashly.
“Well, I can definitely put the sponsorship request on hold as you said…”
“…What else is there?”
Now, to Elijah, who said such a thing while his whole body was trembling, he answered in a devastated voice.
“…Well, every club must recruit members. The club president and secretary have a duty to screen students who wish to join…”
Elijah closed his eyes tightly and recited the contents of the school rules.
“…That’s natural. But why-”
As I was about to speak, I suddenly closed my mouth as a feeling of dread ran down my spine.
If I remember correctly.
Currently, I am the manager of this club, and Elijah is the secretary.
What that means is that this guy and I have to screen those who want to join our club.
“…”
Let’s make a simple inference.
Just now, just for the sake of ‘sponsorship’, these incredible big names were risking their lives.
however.
In the case of ‘members’ who have direct contact with the inside, how much effort was put into it?
“…something like this came.”
Elijah held out something to me with trembling hands.
“…”
I take a deep breath as I look at the thick wad of paper that makes me dizzy.
No, should I say a wad of paper?
It is clearly visible that several layers have been compressed through a technique. If you actually take it out, it wouldn’t be surprising if this space was filled with a bunch of papers.
“…How many people?”
“…”
“It shouldn’t be written on the first page. How many people have applied to join? “To what extent?”
Elijah covered his face with both hands, his face blood-stained, and mumbled something like a moan.
“…10,000 people, that’s a bit over…”
“…”
“Well, we have to review all those people…”
“…”
The number alone is 10,000.
It’s hard to even imagine how many of them are ‘big names’ who don’t understand why this person is in a place like this.
“…”
ah.
f*uck.
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fantasy,
