Ch.331331 – Murderous Class Schedule 2

<331 – Murderous Class Schedule 2>

In the dead of night, a bright light illuminated the secret meeting room of the Dark Association.

“Titosoga. Please use a smaller light.”

“Ah!”

The blinding light dimmed to a faint glow, like a flashlight used by children secretly awake under their blankets late at night, resisting sleep.

“Um, I’m so excited to be awake this late. It’s been so long! I should be sleeping at night… I might become a bad child at this rate!”

“If this makes you a bad child, Oknodie would have become an extremely bad child by now, wouldn’t she?”

The bad child Zhang gave her a sarcastic remark.

Titosoga and Zhang weren’t the only ones gathered by the light.

The skilled individuals who had made great contributions on the cruise ship were arriving one after another.

“So many familiar faces.”

“How has your noble self been faring, Lady Arcadia?”

“Rozini. Did you always speak like that?”

Arcadia, who was rubbing her sleepy eyes while trying to keep her back straight, looked at Rozini with bewilderment.

Weren’t tower mages known for living as they pleased without giving a rat’s tail about noble etiquette, openly ignoring proper manners even if they knew them?

Sandcooker chuckled beside them and revealed the reason for Rozini’s strange behavior.

“She lost a bet in the ‘Introduction to Imperial Social Gatherings’ class for failing to identify dessert types. She’s been cursed to correct her speech pattern for a week.”

“She deserved it for underestimating noble ladies. Don’t look down on the etiquette standards of noble ladies who devote themselves to self-improvement rather than trying to become stronger.”

“I heard she lost to an imperial noble.”

“To lose to a doll-obsessed fool who does nothing but socialize and gossip at parties—Rozini, you’re a disgrace to magicians!”

No matter what, she’s getting criticized either way…?

In any case, those from the frontier really do hate those from the Empire.

Sandcooker was freshly reminded of the deep-rooted conflict between the frontier faction and the imperial faction.

“All these classes everyone’s taking to cool off seem like they were created by professors just to mess with students. Instead of trying to take the easy way out, everyone should be taking Professor Sadaco’s class.”

“Right. Reminds me of a certain archduke’s son who keeps choosing strangely inappropriate classes.”

Titosoga and Zhang whispered to each other as they sat side by side on a windowsill in one corner.

Just as it seemed everyone had gathered, the last person to enter responded to Zhang’s comment.

“There’s no paradise in running away. A magician should fill their schedule with magic-related classes.”

At Northern Archduchess Irene’s scathing remark, Rozini could only bite her lip in frustration.

The crisis on the cruise ship must have been quite stimulating for Irene, as she had registered for a whopping nine classes.

It’s hard to refute criticism when it comes from someone truly exceptional.

“Anyway, I’m being chased by assignments to the point that I can barely attend tonight’s midnight gathering. Since everyone seems to be here, I’d like to get to the main point.”

She urged Giselle, saying she couldn’t waste time on pleasantries.

The students who sympathized with her determination didn’t want to experience again what happened on the cruise ship—being in a helpless position where others controlled their lives.

Among the members who had gathered on the cruise ship, the Hero and the Saint were not present, but they were Oknodie’s potential enemies.

Everyone readily understood why Giselle hadn’t invited them.

“In response to everyone’s support, I’ll get straight to the point. The reason I called this emergency committee meeting is because of this. Please look at this schedule.”

A murderous schedule appeared on Giselle’s work mana board.

“Hahaha! This guy probably hasn’t even attended the Academy in the first semester! With that ridiculous number of classes, there won’t even be time to sleep.”

“Gyahaha! The monkey’s right. Isn’t this a schedule made by someone who’s gone crazy with a death wish?”

People around them tried to stop Son Ocheon and Zigoku’s blatant mockery.

“Son Ocheon. That’s enough. It’s the schedule of someone you know.”

“Huh? I don’t know that many people.”

Son Ocheon was, after all, a monkey ‘beastkin.’

Even though the world claimed to uphold equality, deep-rooted racial discrimination had not yet ended.

Son Ocheon’s human relationships were inevitably limited, whether he wanted it that way or not.

Among his few relationships, Son Ocheon soon reached the correct answer as he tried to figure out who among his narrow circle of acquaintances would register for such absurd classes.

“Don’t tell me this is the little mouse’s schedule?”

“Unfortunately, that is correct.”

“Insane. According to that schedule, she’ll be running from classroom to classroom all day, then sleep, wake up, and do it all over again.”

“In reality, it’s even worse than that.”

Isabelle said with a grim expression.

“Oknodie follows the Knight Department aspirants who go jogging at dawn, so her daily routine starts at 6 AM.”

“Then what about assignments?”

“She’ll do them on weekends. If that’s not enough, she’ll stay up all night until dawn.”

It’s brutal.

A person isn’t a machine—no one could endure such a schedule.

Even a training maniac would break down from such an excessive class load.

Anyone could see from the schedule that Oknodie was pushing herself tremendously.

“Immediately after seeing the schedule, I asked her directly if she had created it voluntarily. The little lady answered that she wouldn’t have taken so many classes if it weren’t for the Chairman.”

“That man we saw in the cafeteria…”

“The Foundation’s Chairman. That creepy smiling man…”

“Unforgivable. What does he think his daughter is? Oknodie isn’t just a studying machine!”

Indignation quickly gathered against the inhumane schedule.

Giselle decided to use that flow.

“The little lady desperately needs help. Just as she saved us from the Foundation’s trap, now we must save her, or she’ll be sent back to that harsh Foundation facility.”

“Even if we want to help, how? This isn’t a situation we can solve with force.”

Hestia demanded wisdom.

“We take the same classes and protect the little lady from time delays during lectures, interference from other students, professor harassment, and group projects.”

“All those classes?”

“The little lady has only one body, but we are many. Even if we all share the same desire to help, we can divide up the classes we’ll actually assist with.”

It was a simple and clear solution that brought light back to Hestia’s eyes, who had been feeling overwhelmed despite her eagerness to help.

“While you all buy time and support the little lady within the Academy, I plan to find a new breakthrough from the outside.”

“Against that Foundation? Weak pressure won’t work. You’ll only put yourself in danger.”

“Haha. To receive genuine concern from the Northern Archduchess—I must be a blessed man indeed.”

Irene glared at him with cold eyes as if she regretted showing concern.

Startled by the floor freezing beneath his feet, Giselle quickly revealed his plan.

“A breakthrough has already emerged. My job is just the labor-intensive work of stringing beads together, but the beads themselves already exist.”

What appeared on the mana board was a burned forest, elven habitat, and the World Tree with broken branches and many wounds.

“The Foundation recklessly gathered ingredients for unique dishes to win the little lady’s favor. In the process, the elves’ World Tree was severely injured. And there is a skilled elf archer at the Academy.”

“The genius archer from the Hero’s party, Skola?”

“That’s correct.”

“You’re going to recruit him?”

“That’s the plan for now.”

“…What about the possibility of backfiring? Skola has been at odds with Oknodie from the beginning. He won’t look kindly on Oknodie, who’s a member of the organization that burned his homeland. Especially if the World Tree was injured because of food meant for Oknodie.”

“That’s the crucial point. People who look at the little lady are making a big mistake.”

A very important mistake.

“The little lady is not in league with the Foundation. She’s a baby bird desperately flapping her wings to escape from the nest called the Foundation, preparing to take flight.

The Foundation is trying to break the baby bird’s legs to keep her in the nest. Because for the nest’s profit and development, it would be troublesome if the baby bird left to build her own nest.”

That’s why Oknodie and the Foundation are on the same side but can point knives at each other.

“Although the little lady and Skola had an uncomfortable relationship in the first semester, it’s a small grudge compared to the injury of the elves’ World Tree. We just need to convince Skola and the Hero’s party behind him that helping Oknodie is the best way to get revenge on the Foundation.”

“Will those blockheads be easily convinced?”

“They’ll have no choice.”

Giselle was confident.

“When there’s a child trying to complete 38 credits in one semester, what kind of person wouldn’t feel compassion?”

Even Irene, who was from the harsh North and didn’t easily show affection to others, had to nod and acknowledge that statement.