Episode 297 Last Semester (2)
Soon after, the parent observation class began.
The gymnasium where the final exam rankings are held.
The stage where Tudor and Bianca from the Cold Weapons Division and Grenouille and Sinclair from the Heat Weapons Division compete for supremacy.
In addition, the second and third graders with the best grades also go to the gymnasium.
So did Dolores, the student body president and senior senior.
The site was being presented as an exemplary case in front of numerous parents.
Parents and children who met inside the academy shared a meeting after a long time.
“My son~ I missed you! Are you eating well?”
“Uh hmm. But daughter. Why don’t you join the ranking match over there?”
“what? Is that a position for the head of the year? Aha, it’s not a stage that normal kids stand on.”
“Next time, make sure you stand there too.”
“I’m relieved to hear that my child is in the same class as these brilliant kids.”
“Do you really want to make friends like that around you? That’s why I sent you to the Colosseo Academy.”
In the midst of various reactions from parents such as encouragement, pressure, praise, etc., a new structure of competition and friendship is created.
In the first place, the parent observation class was an event aimed at this kind of effect.
Meanwhile. Tudor and Bianca, who are facing the final match of the final exams, have been exchanging nerves before the match.
“Your father came to see you, but you can’t look embarrassing! I’m sorry, but I’ll have to step on you.”
“Did my father come to see me too? I can’t see you today.”
“Are you talking like you usually see me? Even though his midterm grades were lower than mine.”
“It’s not? Was I above you?”
“You were sixth. I was in third place?”
“Yeah~ That’s before the performance evaluation, attitude score, and extra points for external activities are reflected.
“Have you been thinking about all of that? doesn’t care. I’m going to turn all the little things upside down today.”
“Turn over? I must have said it wrong.”
“What kind of girl talk so hard about you? It’s really bad~”
“What does that have to do with being strong with a girl? If that’s the case, why are you guys so weak?”
“Aren’t you weak? Ugh, just start the match.”
“It’s really bad.”
“You are really bad too.”
Tudor and Bianca continued to argue.
Meanwhile. A cold wind blows between Grenouille and Sinclair in the fever donation department.
It was Grenouille who broke the silence first.
“Hey, commoner. Starting from today, I, Grenouille, the newcomer of the aristocratic faction, will take back the top spot.”
“… … .”
“Even the senior of the year! The seat of the next student council president cannot be conceded to a commoner!”
“… … .”
“No complaints? ok?”
Grenouille took as much weight as possible, hoping, deep down, that Sinclair would respond.
But nothing came back.
“… … It’s too childish.”
Sinclair just muttered as he looked at the mountains in the distance with an unshakable expression on his face.
The naive and bright childlike feeling that I usually felt from her has disappeared before I know it, and instead, the atmosphere of a much older sister flows out.
Grenouille wondered why Sinclair had changed so overnight, but somehow he felt his heart pounding.
yet. The professor in charge of the moderator shouted loudly.
[ruler! Mothers and fathers, please pay attention! The final exams for each grade will begin soon!]
It was the moment when the final event of the final exams began.
* * *
“… … .”
A place quite far from the gymnasium where the final exam rankings are held.
A man was standing on a rattan bench by an old well.
Dolores Rune Quo Vadis. The senior of the third year and the student council president.
The final match of the final exam is decided to be hers.
After the match between the 1st and 2nd graders of the Heat and Cold Weapons Division is over, Dolores’ turn will come soon.
But now there was something she cared about more than her final exam match.
It was the match of the 1st year of fever donation. Among them was Sinclair.
‘… … What should I say to Sinclair?’
Sinclair, who advanced to the finals today, was told no one was coming during the parents’ visit.
Dolores intended to approach Sinclair and try to talk when everyone’s interest had died away after the match.
‘But how should I talk to you?’
After what happened that day at the bourgeoisie, Sinclair refused to see Dolores.
It seemed that he was trying to get away from everyone, but he was showing a particularly more closed attitude towards Dolores.
‘… … Well, it’s a natural thing. I’ve been through such a scary thing.’
When Dolores sighs, not knowing how to approach Sinclair.
“… … !”
Her eyes widened in an instant.
A familiar face was passing by.
A male student trudges toward a well in the distance. It was Bikir.
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For a moment, Dolores remembered what Sinclair had said in the past.
‘really. Shall I ask my brother to join me?’
The memory of the first time I made an oracle investment club to hunt Belial.
‘… … Is that friend interested in this too?’
Sinclair answered Dolores’ question with a bright expression.
‘Bikir hyung is also very good at these things. I read all the newspapers of all newspapers every day, so I know how society works, and lately, I seem to be very interested in the economy. For example, trade with Native Americans. Also, I read all the economic newspapers from a very long time ago, and the enthusiasm is really great!’
‘Hyung-ah comes to the library often, so I’ll talk to her when I meet her while I’m a librarian.’
‘Ah, that’s right~ Hyung, I don’t know where you’ve been running around like that these days. Piggy is in the same room, so do you know anything?’
At that time, Sinclair seemed to have a strong liking for Bikir.
If so, it was clear that the two would be very close friends.
Dolores jumped up to face Vikir. He was thinking of asking to set up a place to talk to Sinclair.
Right then.
A little boy ran in front of Dolores.
Black hair like ebony, red eyes, fair skin and cheeks like glutinous rice cakes. Cute like a doll.
I couldn’t see it properly because I passed by briefly, but a pretty girl from head to toe was running toward Bikir in front.
And soon, the girl said something unbelievable to Bikir.
“Dad-!”
Those words shocked Dolores.
I heard that a calm cat goes up to the stove first, but didn’t it go up too quickly!
‘Oh no. Who is the mother of the child at that age!?’
The moment Dolores pauses for words.
… chin! Hurry up-
Bikir grabbed the girl by his side and began to run quickly forward.
“uh? Ugh!”
Dolores hurriedly came down the hill where the bench was, but Bikir had already run to the path beside the well.
* * *
Bikir headed to a place where people were rare.
Stopping by an old well, Bikir finally put the girl on his side down.
“Pomerian. when did you get here? Who is the guardian?”
“Hihi- I secretly sprung up with Samchun for installment plans. Don’t let me play every day.”
At the Pomerian’s playful words, Bikir put his hand on his forehead.
I heard the news that ‘they’ left for the ecliptic to observe the parents through Xindi Wendy a while ago.
‘I was caught off guard because the Hive, Middle, and Low Bros seemed to be dealing well.’
Perhaps, if you find out that Pomerian is gone, chaos will happen.
Before that, I had to quickly put it back in place.
Bikir took Pomerian’s hand.
“Come on, let’s go. My uncle will only take you to the front.”
“yes!”
The Pomeranian was still dead when it came to Vikir’s horse.
As they held hands and descended the trail below, Bikir cautiously inquired about the Pomerian’s current situation.
“How’s the ghost tree these days?”
“Grow up well! But sometimes I have nightmares at night, so it’s crazy!”
“It’s a nightmare. What nightmares are you having?”
“When I have nightmares, things with demons keep coming out and destroying them-”
Pomeranian trembled once.
Vikir nodded and stroked the Pomerian’s head.
“Even the demons in your nightmares have nightmares.”
“Does a head appear in demons’ nightmares?”
“… … This uncle will come out.”
When Vikir takes out the Baalzebub from his wrist and shows it in an eerie voice, Pomerian’s eyes sparkle with longing.
“Wow- Uncle Mercy.”
“So there is no need to be afraid of demons. Because I have this uncle.”
So, the Pomerian can raise the ghost tree without any burden.
Someday, it will add great power to the human union.
Right then.
Someone grabbed Bikir by the collar as he was about to leave the well.
The moment when Bikir turned his head in surprise at the unpopular touch.
“Oh no, don’t be thirsty. Where is the well here, old man?”
An old woman who appeared rather out of the blue was pulling the end of Bikir’s coat collar.
A shabby white priestly uniform, a stooped waist, a round face with glasses slightly resting only on the bridge of the nose, and narrow, gloomy eyes.
Everywhere you look, she’s just an ordinary old woman.
But when he saw her face, Bikir had to be surprised to the point of sinking into his stomach.
‘This, this person… … ?’
The biggest variable of this parent observation class was here.
