episode_0069
by adminOdd Spartium said it would replace all future classes, but that was not an immediate decision.
Of course, he had to prepare for class, and I also had to adjust my timetable.
And as busy as Odd Spartium was, I also had work to do.
“This is a list of duties that the Vice President must handle.”
In the vice president’s office that Aleister assigned me, Aleister handed me a folder.
Yes, it’s a file.
As if to say that there is no choice with just one or two documents, it is a file folder that shows off the fact that the paper thickness rises and cannot be thicker than this.
As I froze and gasped at that sight, Aleister seemed to find my reaction funny and tapped the folder with a chuckle.
“You don’t have to feel that burden. You can take it slowly. Above all, the amount is not that much compared to the thickness.”
“… Like this?”
This is the first time in my life I have seen a folder of this odd thickness.
However, given that this amount is not large, how severe is the association’s manpower shortage that makes the work intensity so high?
As I was staring at the file with a shocked expression, Aleister added.
“One document is one mission. So, um… I guess the number of missions is around 300?”
When I heard that, it certainly seemed like a small amount compared to the thickness, but it was still scary to have 300 missions.
Moreover, aren’t the missions in this file that fell before me the ones that Aleister had sifted through and brought to him?
Compared to the amount of missions that were already piled up, it is only a small part.
‘There was a reason why Mr. Elbert kept pestering me.’
Almost certainly he, too, was suffering from this murderous intensity of work.
As those thoughts invaded my mind, I silently thought about the association employees I had worked with so far and my future.
“Then, please excuse me first. I also have some unfinished business left to do.”
Aleister seemed to be busy as well, so after handing him the file and having a brief conversation, he went back to his office.
It’s difficult, but what can you do? In a situation where immediate performance is needed, it is not possible to just sit around forever.
In the end, I cried and decided to open the folder and tackle the first task at hand.
If it was this thick, planning what to do first was an arduous task.
It would have been better to finish at least one more mission while worrying about such things.
“You are weighed down by the disaster you brought upon yourself… .”
It was a day that reminded me of the first semester schedule I had filled and ruined when I was a freshman in college, filled with unnecessary passion.
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Working requires more physical strength than you might think.
There is stamina in the physical sense, but it mainly refers to the mental aspect.
Of course, this is not my story.
As the succession was completed all at once, the mental strength stat also increased tremendously, so I did not feel mentally or physically tired.
However, not getting tired and being comfortable at work are two different issues.
“Is this the end of today’s mission? ?”
17 cases of measuring the level of the gate, 31 cases of rescue of an isolated hunter, 24 cases of attack and resolution of a gate that may collapse.
A total of 72 missions were completed in one day.
It is a level of efficiency that will surprise anyone.
Considering the fact that the association’s hunters and employees generally handle about ten missions per day in their respective specialized fields, I alone handled about seven times as many missions in various fields in one day.
He moved that diligently.
After receiving permission to go out on the weekend morning, I was busy and completed many tasks.
Everything went smoothly, but the thought that everything had to go smoothly in the future made me feel uncertain.
“This guy’s folder has no intention of getting thinner.”
To be precise, the amount of tasks assigned to me has increased.
When I complete a task, new tasks come flooding in, slightly less than the amount I handled.
Rather than saying that Aleister is deliberately trying to annoy me, it’s just that there are so many dispatch requests and complaints coming in from all over the world every day.
72 missions completed. This is by no means a small number of achievements, and it is an achievement that no one can ignore.
Nevertheless, looking at the mountain of mission reports that are still piled up like a mountain, I sigh for no reason.
“Ugh, let’s get off work.”
The time is already 10:41 PM.
Dinner is already over, and it would be fortunate if I could have a late-night snack on time.
Still, is it because all of Eden’s cadets are adults over the age of 20? The liveliness of the restaurant district dies down only in the late morning.
So even if you return after midnight, you will be able to adequately fill your stomach.
‘I’m craving some meat, so let’s try grilled skewers today.’
I returned to Eden while mentally deciding what to have for a late-night snack.
#
The sun has already set and a dark, cold night has fallen.
An elf with particularly striking golden hair was heading somewhere wearing a cadet uniform.
The place she arrived at was none other than the Credit Exchange Center.
Even though she may not have been able to become the chief, she would have enough skills to reign as the second chief.
When the name of Seria Alfheim was called by a faculty member, the reason she stood up through the cold night air was to use the credits she had accumulated throughout the semester.
“Please enter here.”
“… Thank you.”
Ceria Alfheim frowned at the door in front of her.
The faculty member looked puzzled for a moment and then immediately returned to her seat, but her expression was still crumpled.
It’s natural. The reason Ceria Alfheim was impressed was not because a faculty member accompanied her, but because it was the man who would be on the other side of this door.
smart-.
Her cold and unpleasant feelings were clearly revealed by simply knocking on the door twice.
A moment of silence followed. Could it be that they are ignoring it? This was the moment when Ceria Alfheim, who was already frowning, gritted her teeth and was about to knock again.
“… Come in.”
A voice from beyond the door gave permission for entry.
Only then did Ceria Alfheim open the door that was blocking my view and walked towards the space beyond the door with an expression as cold as ice.
It was not surprising to her that the space that opened the door of a modern building was a forest full of plants.
The sound of a babbling stream and the leaves rustling in the breeze were also sounds that irritated her ears.
Why is the harmony of nature, which I would normally enjoy relaxing with my eyes closed, so unpleasant?
Ceria Alfheim understood that the reason was because of this space, and to be precise, it was the fault of a man who was the owner of this space.
Sabak, Sabak-.
She walked forward slowly, stepping on soft grass and soft soil, and finally stopped.
“You’re here, Seria.”
What was waiting there was Odd Spartium.
As Vice-Chancellor of Eden, Ceria Alfheim had called to hand over the item requested at the exchange.
Why does the vice-chancellor have to personally proceed with handing over first-grade or higher-grade weapons or artifacts?
Ceria Alfheim chewed and thought to herself.
“… yes. Vice President. Where is the artifact I requested?”
Odd Spartium’s complexion hardened at her words, and soon it sank into a complex expression of disapproval and despair.
And then, I cautiously opened my mouth.
“Seria. It’s been a while since I talked to you.”
“Don’t try to pretend to be your father.”
However, Seria Alfheim cut his words like a knife and threatened him with a cold voice.
He shot at Odd Spartium, as if asking if he hadn’t noticed since the first time he used the term ‘father’ and not ‘vice president’ to refer to you.
He bowed his head without saying anything due to Ceria Alfheim’s harsh attitude and wordlessly handed her a cane.
“This is the wand of hometown you requested.”
A light green magic stone was embedded at the tip of the staff, which was made of a wood-like material.
Aside from the fist-sized magic stone, Ceria Alfheim noticed that the wood that made up the body of the staff contained unusual magical power.
Magical auxiliary equipment literally overflowing with the power of nature.
It was an excellent staff that any hunter interested in elemental magic could dream of.
“… I will accept it gratefully.”
But that’s it. Seria Alfheim only expressed her thanks as a courtesy in a cold voice, but did not try to show any signs of happiness or satisfaction in front of Odd Spartium.
Ceria Alfheim turned around and walked away, paying no heed to Odd Spartium, who was just looking at her with a bitter expression.
And the moment I tried to open the door I came through again.
Jalang-.
“… I’m sorry.”
The cool feeling of metal on the back of my neck.
Ceria Alfheim reflexively lowered her head, checked the necklace hanging around her neck and resting on her chest, and quietly left the room.
After hearing the sound of the door closing, Odd Spartium, left alone in the room filled with plants, looked down at his hands and muttered.
“Freyja, I guess parenting isn’t my talent.”
If it had been you who sacrificed yourself on the spot, would anything have changed?
Odd Spartium, who had been standing there for a while endlessly repeating such meaningless thoughts, sighed and disappeared.
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