Chapter 73: Do You Want to Boycott Together?

Although I found the heroine to clear the scenario, I still faced another problem.

The problem was that I still lacked enough people to boycott the student council.

Honestly, I have no idea where to find them.

‘For now.’

I thought of the existing boycott members and narrowed them down.

I informed Rozamin about these members.

They were originally dissatisfied with the student council and the academy.

If they are interested, they will listen to Rozamin’s story.

Among them, I planned to persuade the main forces myself.

‘I will do that in the form of Vikarmern, not Hanon.’

This time, the person I will meet will respond better to Hanon’s appearance.

Creak-

When I opened the familiar door, I saw an unfamiliar scene.

Books were scattered everywhere, and documents were in disarray.

And there were several people, including a boy sitting in the chair where someone else usually sat.

This was the student council. The student council where Vice President Nikita was absent.

“Oh, Hanon, you’re here?”

The man, who was moving a quill pen with a troubled face, looked up and showed his delight.

The man with light blonde hair and a smiling face was quite handsome.

His name was Sylvester Drapen.

He was the president of the Zeryon Academy student council.

Additionally, he was the youngest son of Duke Drapen, one of the four great dukes of the empire.

This was also the reason why Duke Robliaju was trying to bring down the student council.

‘Since Duke Drapen belongs to the first prince’s faction.’

If the student council falls, all the blame will be on President Sylvester.

If Sylvester falls and Iris regains the authority of the student council, it will also strengthen their political power.

My gaze returned to Sylvester.

Sylvester’s nickname was the incompetent playboy.

Born into the Drapen family, he had nothing to inherit from the duke’s house.

Moreover, his personal skills were not particularly outstanding.

However, he became the president thanks to the backing of the Drapen family and his decent appearance.

‘The fact that there were no suitable candidates among the third years also played a part.’

Therefore, he had been pushing various tasks onto Vice President Nikita until now.

But Nikita was absent due to the earlier Demonic Palace incident.

As a result, he was overwhelmed with work every day.

During the middle of a semester, it was manageable, but at the beginning of a new semester, the student council had a lot of work to do.

However, Nikita managed this work alongside her training.

I realized once again how competent Nikita was.

“You’ve been working hard.”

Although the student council had fewer visitors since Nikita disappeared, I still attended regularly.

To initiate a boycott, I needed continuous information about the current student council.

And today, I had a reason to visit the student council.

“Poara.”

“Yes, senior!”

Poara, who was diligently moving last year’s documents, quickly responded to my call.

The contractor of the Spirit Lord.

A key figure in the fourth act’s student council boycott.

Poara Silin.

I smiled gently as I helped Poara not to drop the documents.

“Let’s have a chat later.”

Do you want to boycott the student council?

* * *

After finishing the student council work, I walked home with Poara.

“Yes, that’s right. That happened last time.”

Poara was talking to spirits that I couldn’t see.

It was a sight I had seen many times, but it was still fascinating.

It felt like watching someone talk to ghosts.

“Oh, I’m sorry, senior. The spirits are particularly talkative today.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

The spirits always supported Poara.

They should be taken care of.

When I joked, Poara smiled behind his glasses.

At first, Poara seemed very anxious, but now, after a semester, he had adapted to the academy and became much more confident.

It seemed like the prestige of being the Spirit Lord’s contractor was starting to show.

‘I also have the flame of fire, but…’

Unfortunately, the spirits still didn’t appear before me.

Vikarmern’s affinity with spirits was close to despair.

“So, what did you call me for?”

Fortunately, Poara brought up the main topic first.

“Poara, do you remember what we talked about last time?”

“What we talked about last time?”

“I mean, you said you would do me a favor.”

Poara blinked and then clenched his fists and nodded.

“Yes, of course. Thanks to you, I was able to contract with the Spirit Lord! Just tell me what you need!”

Such a reliable junior.

I smiled gently.

“Poara, recently, a group has formed that wants to boycott the student council.”

“A boycott?”

“Do you remember the incident with Senior Nikita recently?”

Poara’s face darkened immediately.

Although not as much as me, Poara got along well with Nikita.

Nikita treated juniors without discrimination, so Poara followed her very well.

Even though quite some time had passed, Nikita’s absence was still felt.

Because of this, Poara was also troubled by Nikita’s situation.

“It seems they want to use that incident as an excuse to start a boycott.”

“Such vile behavior… Senior Nikita worked so hard to make the school better! Using her suffering like that is unbelievable trash.”

I could feel a strong sense of resistance from Poara.

It was clear that Poara had changed a lot.

He used to lead boycotts actively in the Blazing Butterfly Arc, but now he was more supportive of the student council than anyone else.

“Yes, so Poara, you need to infiltrate the boycott group.”

“What?”

Poara asked absentmindedly, looking bewildered.

He had been angry about Nikita’s situation just moments ago, and now I was asking him to join the boycott.

It was unbelievable to him.

So I had to persuade Poara well.

“Listen carefully. If someone from the student council, like you, has complaints about the council, what would the boycott group think?”

“…They would welcome me with open arms, right?”

“Exactly. To them, you would be a useful spy and a justification. But as a member of the student council, you…”

“Oh, you want me to be a spy!”

Poara nodded with an understanding expression.

“Correct.”

Of course, Poara would lead the boycott group under my guidance, but as long as it was clear that he was playing the role of a spy for the student council, he could be pulled out at any time.

“But can I really do a good job as a spy?”

Poara was someone who was far from acting.

A simple and honest young man.

This description suited Poara the best.

Asking him to act as a spy was a very difficult task.

“What are you talking about? Poara, you can do it better than anyone.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, and more importantly, you have spirits that others can’t see. Borrowing their eyes will make it easier to gather information.”

“…Will the spirits help with that?”

They definitely will.

Poara loves and cherishes the spirits, but spirits have a strict hierarchy.

As long as it’s not about their destruction, they will help with anything Poara, who has contracted with the Spirit Lord, asks.

“Trust me, Poara. You are the junior I trust the most in the student council.”

“Ahem, ahem.”

Poara cleared his throat, embarrassed.

I didn’t really want to see a guy getting embarrassed, so I decided to stop the compliments there.

‘I miss the days when I used to compliment Nikita.’

I miss Nikita.

I hope I can hear some news about her later.

In the meantime, Poara straightened his chest confidently.

Confidence was evident in his eyes.

“Yes, senior, trust me! I will perform the role of a spy excellently!”

As expected, Poara was simple and reliable.

“I’m counting on you.”

And so, I successfully placed Poara into the boycott group.

Now, all that was left was to bring in the other key figures of the boycott.

Fortunately, I knew their weaknesses.

And the one to exploit these weaknesses was Vikarmern.

The third-rate villain, Vikarmern Niflheim.

I will lead the boycott to success.

* * *

The preparations for the boycott proceeded steadily.

Initially, we were severely lacking in numbers, but thanks to the efforts of Rozamin and Ailing, who were inspired by my words, we managed to gather a decent number of boycott members.

Additionally, those whose weaknesses I exploited joined the boycott with tears in their eyes.

“How did you find the poem I wrote for my first love…?”

“Ugh, I never liked the student council, but using that as an excuse is too much.”

“…How did you find out about the map I drew while eating clams in the carriage?”

Victims emerged from everywhere, but the boycott members were well gathered. Thanks to this, I thought there would be no problem until the scheduled boycott date.

‘Now, all that’s left is for Iris to make contact.’

I planned to leave Iris’s contact to Rozamin as much as possible.

Of course, since the scenario was a tightrope walk, I intended to secretly watch over it.

I thought everything would go smoothly, but I faced an unexpected problem.

“Good morning, training again this morning? You’re really diligent.”

Every morning, I trained with Aisha.

Recently, a new person joined our training.

The owner of the honey blonde hair, wearing shorts and a light jacket, sticking close to me. Isabel Luna. She was there.

“…….”

Aisha quietly looked at me, as if asking what was going on.

I didn’t know either.

Isabel had declared in our conversation that day that she would stop me.

I naturally interpreted it as her wanting to stop the boycott incident.

But it seemed that wasn’t all there was to it for Isabel.

‘Could she be thinking of fundamentally changing me?’

Isabel stood beside me with a bright face.

Her smile conveyed her intention to transform my anger into positive energy.

I felt a slight headache.

This cheerful main heroine… Well, this was one of the reasons I liked Isabel.

After killing Nikita with his own hands, Lucas suffered a great emotional wound.

This wound continued to grow, eventually breaking Lucas down.

At the end of the fourth act, Isabel comforted and encouraged Lucas.

Seeing Lucas rise again, Isabel began to have feelings for him.

That scene was one of my favorites in the Blazing Butterfly arc.

It was the moment when Isabel, who had always been a childhood friend, awakened as the main heroine.

As someone playing the protagonist, it was a scene I couldn’t help but love.

‘Hmm?’

As I was thinking that, I suddenly paused.

In this world, Lucas didn’t exist.

Instead, I had taken on part of Lucas’s role to progress the scenario.

In doing so, I appeared to Isabel as someone who was angry and hurt by Nikita’s death.

Even if this was a coincidence that I had orchestrated, it couldn’t help but appear that way to Isabel.

This meant that if the scenario continued as it was, I would follow the same path as Lucas.

Isabel would fall for me.

‘No, it’s not exactly the same.’

Lucas was Isabel’s childhood friend, but I was her rival.

She might feel proud seeing me overcome my grudge, but she wouldn’t fall for me.

‘I don’t need to worry too much about that.’

The problem was that since I had taken over Lucas’s role, Isabel seemed determined to stick by my side for a while.

“…Aisha, let’s train.”

But there was no helping it.

Just because Isabel joined us didn’t mean we could skip training.

Aisha nodded.

We proceeded with our usual training routine.

Isabel kept up with the training well.

She was also a top student in the second-year martial arts class.

Naturally, she could keep up with most of the training.

But the problem was that our training was not just any ordinary training.

“Huff, huff, are you guys really sane? Huff, do you really go this far?”

Isabel was horrified at the sight of the iron pouches weighing dozens of kilograms strapped to our backs and arms.

Aisha and I exchanged glances.

Then, smiles appeared on both our faces.

“Complaining about something like this?”

“Isabel, you’re quite weak, aren’t you?”

Aisha and I were in perfect sync.

A vein quietly bulged on Isabel’s forehead.

As a member of the martial arts class, she had her pride.

She was provoked.

“Weak, you say.”

Isabel grabbed the iron pouches tightly and stood up.

“I’ve never heard that in my life.”

That’s the spirit.

“Aisha, let’s continue.”

“Yes, senior.”

We resumed our morning training.

Isabel stubbornly followed but eventually collapsed halfway through.

Since we had pushed ourselves to tease Isabel, we decided to end the training there.

“Ugh, huff.”

Isabel trembled as she tried to return to the dormitory on shaky legs.

Watching her, I approached her.

Isabel flinched.

“I-I don’t need help!”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

I passed by her, wondering what she was talking about.

The male dormitory was a bit farther than the female dormitory, so I was just trying to get there first.

I needed to move quickly to wash up and not be late.

Isabel looked at me with a dumbfounded expression from behind.

Then she seemed to recall our relationship.

“Senior, I’ll help you.”

“Ugh, thank you…”

Isabel quietly accepted Aisha’s help.

“You don’t smell of sweat at all.”

When Aisha quietly said this, Isabel blushed and lowered her head.