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Many elders on Earth say such things.

“Time sure flies.”

Time sure flies. Literally meaning time passes quickly, it felt like just yesterday when you were young, carrying a similar sentiment.

While time doesn’t really fly by, it can feel that way for people.

And now, I was experiencing firsthand how fast time was passing.

“Wow, it’s already the half battle.”

Before I knew it, 6 days had passed since that day.

A week goes by fast. Was this what the elders meant? It felt like just yesterday when I sent Ayla to Hufip House, but now the day to execute Lulu’s Hufip House plan had arrived at my side like Sonic.

Today, it feels like the sunlight is shining down on me.

The sunlight seems to be spotlighting me, knowing that I am about to execute the Hufip House plan. The sun, the trees, the river—everything seems to be celebrating me.

My mood is great. My smile widens at the thought of being able to proceed with the Hufip House.

Today, it feels like everything will go my way.

With a skip in my step and a happy heart, I entered the academy and went to our class, Royal Class.

As I entered the Royal Class and took my seat, Ayla, who seemed to be waiting for me, turned towards me as soon as she heard the door.

Upon confirming it was me who entered, Ayla, with a happy smile, started to approach me, but Lulu intervened.

“Hey there, darling! How was your weekend?”

Lulu, with a cheeky grin, extended her arms towards me.

This was a gesture only Lulu and I understood. When Lulu extends her arms like this…

-Whoosh!

“Hehe! Fun!”

I put my hands under Lulu’s armpits, lifting her up as if we were boarding a plane.

Originally, I was going to ask Karla to do it, but Karla adamantly refused, leaving me with no choice.

After the weekend, meeting Lulu after a long time, she still wore an innocent smile, looking like an ordinary girl.

I hope she continues to maintain this demeanor. Seeing such an innocent girl ruined by the Hufip House would be truly exhilarating.

“Yes, I had a good weekend. Lulu, did you have a good one too?”

Hiding my true feelings deep inside, I greeted Lulu with a fake smile.

Ayla’s gaze seems to pierce through my actions. She glanced over at Ayla, who was nervously biting her nails and trembling.

She looks like she has anxiety. Why is she trembling like that? Is it jealousy?

I’m not a fan of jealousy, but jealousy from a girl undergoing the Hufip House is somewhat acceptable.

Turning my attention away from Ayla, I looked back at Lulu. Lulu, seeming like she had something to say, moved her body like a fish and began speaking to me.

“Of course! I went on a date with Karla! Isn’t that awesome!”

I was surprised by the mention of a date.

Karla and Lulu went on a date? Karla’s first date partner should have been Ayla… Oh, right.

Come to think of it, Ayla hasn’t had any contact with any guy. So, did Karla reluctantly go on a date with Lulu, who was pushing herself onto him?

If so, he’s really weak-willed. Giving up on the protagonist and heroine so easily, he seemed truly pathetic.

“A date? I should congratulate you on that, shouldn’t I? What kind of date did you have?”

“We walked together for like 10 seconds!”

Ah, sorry Karla. It was just a misunderstanding on Lulu’s part.

Yeah, where would you find time for a date? You’re rushing over because Ayla, the social chairwoman, can come. You wouldn’t have time to go on a date with another girl. Sorry for the misunderstanding.

Internally apologizing to Karla, I handed Lulu words devoid of any soul.

“······Yes, congratulations.”

“No soul! You’re so clueless!”

“Yes.”

“Soul only comes back at times like this! Why are you acknowledging it!!”

After exchanging playful banter with Lulu, I carefully set her down on the floor while smiling and then returned to my seat.

As I tried to sit in a proper posture, the front door of the Royal Class opened, and a female professor entered.

“Everyone, had a good weekend? As you all know, today is the day of the inter-class battle.”

The homeroom teacher of the Royal Class, Professor Silin Forlos, holding a stack of papers like a tower, tapped the desk to focus our attention in one direction.

As our gazes shifted towards the desk, Professor Silin Forlos placed the documents on the desk and began delivering the announcements.

“To participate in the inter-class battle, we need to send some students from our Royal Class to the Common Class team. Well, since you all did it last year, it should be common knowledge. Let’s skip the minor details and get straight to the point. Those who want to go to the Common Class, raise your hands.”

The previously bustling Royal Class fell silent as if nothing had happened, following Professor Silin Forlos’s words.

All students seemed to simultaneously, almost fearfully, declare their absence, turning the place into an empty void.

Even Professor Silin Forlos, feeling bewildered by the situation, also fell silent, making the Royal Class truly feel like an empty void.

After about 10 seconds passed like that, as Professor Silin Forlos was about to speak again,

-Swish.

“I’ll go.”

Someone raised their hand.

All students began looking at the student who raised their hand.

It seemed like they were curious about which foolish student would abandon the prestigious Royal Class to join the Common Class.

And the student who raised their hand was me.

Yes, it’s not hard to understand why other students found it perplexing.

Winning the inter-class battle in the Royal Class is a piece of cake.

The Royal Class is where geniuses selected by the king gather.

Leaving such a class and enrolling in the ordinary Common Class is undoubtedly a foolish act.

But I had my reasons for doing so.

I aimed to use Ayla to receive the victory reward alongside the Common Class.

While victories for the Royal Class were too common to warrant much celebration, if the Common Class were to defeat the Royal Class, it would be considered remarkable, and the principal would distribute elixirs to all Common Class students as a sign of respect.

Well, such a thing never actually happened, and in the novel, the Royal Class consistently emerged victorious.

However, while unfolding the narrative of the Common Class students, it was tough to surpass the difference in talent.

This world discards those without talent, remembering only the selfish and strong ones—a cruel world that only remembers the powerful.

The weak and talentless? They are easily forgotten, mere trash buried in the ground.

Anyway, what I want to say is that this time, I volunteered to win in the Common Class to receive the reward, and then, to also receive an additional MVP reward.

Despite my stamina and vitality stats far exceeding the second-year average at S-rank, important combat stats like strength, agility, magic power, magical skills, divine power, elemental magic were all pitifully inadequate, akin to worthless garbage.

With me in such a state, the chances of me alone defeating those monsters were close to 0.0001 percent.

So how do I win?

I just have to use Ayla.

Ayla is currently feeling guilty towards me. In that state, she regrets everything and is willing to do whatever I ask of her.

And Ayla, known for possessing the greatest talent in history, was hailed as the top inspector. Just by looking at the stats described in the novel, Strength stat S, Agility S, Endurance S, Stamina S, Magic Power A, Mental Power SS, even average stats were far beyond exceptional.

If such a monster harbors guilt towards me, loves me, and listens to my every word?

It was a piece of cake to resist.

There is a way to pull Ayla into the Common Class, but Ayla is the flower of the Royal Class. Ayla cannot be lowered to the Common Class.

Because all students vehemently oppose it, saying, “What will we do without you?”

“Oh, so you want to go to the Common Class?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Alright then, since decisions once made cannot be changed, knowing that you’ve chosen carefully, I’ll put you in the Common Class. And what about the others?”

“Me!”

Look at them now. Even though Ayla raised her hand along with those who wanted to be on the same team as me, knowing that I am going to the Common Class.

“Ayla! No! You can’t go to the filthy Common Class!!”

“Yes, Aylaci! Without you, we might…! We might…! It could be tough! Us perfect ones losing to the Common Class! Unthinkable!”

“As a member of the noble family, I say. Do not go, Ayla.”

All students began to vehemently oppose Ayla’s class transfer, even joining forces with the noble family to prevent it, showing how much influence Ayla held.

“Hmm, Ayla won’t work this time either. Then, just like last year, let’s do a magic lottery.”

As Silin Forlos finished speaking, a magic lottery box appeared above Silin Forlos, and the Royal Class students, as if saying, “Here we go again,” grumbled and lined up.

This lottery is a fair method used when opinions are divided in our class, making it suitable for events like this class battle.

Since I had already applied, there was no need for me to go. So, I just had to watch other students draw lots.

In this class battle, five Royal Class students are going to the Common Class, and since I currently occupy one spot, one of the five mentioned in the novel will be left out.

Normally, that would be good for that person, but because I am confident in winning, that one person will suffer a loss.

Thinking like that, watching the students draw lots, I anticipated the society awaiting me tonight.

Events like the class battle only require receiving rewards and ending it. The most important thing is Lulu’s after-party hosted by the society president.

Preparations are perfect. My physique is well-built, and my relationship with Lulu remains intact.

Things are going smoothly to the point where I feel uneasy, but isn’t it better this way? Let’s not worry unnecessarily. My plans must not fail.

‘Ah… I wish time would pass quickly.’

I am truly excited to see what Lulu’s after-party will be like.

I am on the verge of excitement.

The pure Lulu turning into a lunatic due to the after-party, mentally deteriorating, physically deteriorating, and losing her values, is truly exciting.

That’s why people watch the after-party.

There is a taste of revenge, but I won’t seek revenge.

I will simply, slowly, very slowly enjoy the after-party.

It’s a dangerous after-party where you never know when it will end, when you will face retribution.

I will eventually be caught for my misdeeds.

But even if I am caught, it doesn’t matter. By then, I will have enjoyed the after-party to the fullest. There will be no regrets even if I die.