Chapter Index

    Pur’s story wasn’t all that different from what I expected.

    Monsters attacked the territory, and taxes rose. Unable to bear it, her father collapsed.

    My younger siblings have naturally accepted starving, and my mother is also in danger.

    Such families are only looking out for themselves.

    She had to improve her grades to receive a scholarship.

    Because 5,000 gold was an amount that a poor commoner could not afford.

    And then a letter came from someone.

    It was so crowded.

    “…That’s how it happened.”

    After finishing his story, Pur lowered his face.

    “I’m sorry. You really didn’t want to hear that, right…? In the end, it’s just an excuse for cheating…”

    I think so too.

    No matter what the story was, there was no way to justify cheating.

    but.

    It is harsh to place all the blame on Fur.

    It’s very, very harsh.

    “All humans make mistakes.”

    It was a tiresome consolation, but this was the limit for my miserable words.

    Pur heard what I said and was taken aback for a moment.

    “…It wasn’t a mistake. I only sold my conscience for a scholarship. I…

    “I have now become an embarrassment to my family…”

    Tears welled up in Pur’s pretty gray eyes.

    It was literally a tear-soaked soup.

    “It’s not ‘just a scholarship.’”

    “huh..?”

    “Because I have a family. No matter what happens, if it involves your family, your judgment tends to be clouded.”

    “Cheating is definitely wrong, but that’s not a reason to hate yourself.”

    Pur, who was eating tear-soaked soup, suddenly became quiet.

    The atmosphere suddenly became calm.

    I looked into her eyes and said.

    “You worked hard, right? Until now. No one will be able to deny it if they see these hands.”

    I held her hand.

    “W-what are you doing! Huh..?”

    Pur looked hastily at his hands.

    His face looked like he had so many scars.

    Pur’s hands were full of calluses and red scars.

    Over the course of 23,000 hours, it was a hand that was unrivaled by any of the characters.

    “I’m not ashamed. I’m sure you think you’re a proud daughter. That’s family.”

    When she heard what I said, she closed her mouth.

    I am desperately holding back tears. They’ll probably think it’s a nuisance if I cry any more here.

    In the game, Slayer Odium’s Tears was an AoE attack with 70% penetration damage.

    “Huh… Thank you… Hmm… I guess I misunderstood you…”

    Now it’s just a tearful, runny nose. There won’t be any penetrating damage to the runny nose.

    By the way, let go of my sleeve? Don’t blow your nose.

    .

    The morning dawned. I coolly passed on going to see Aranya.

    Coincidentally, there were no classes today.

    What I realized after calming Pur down and sending him away was that I couldn’t even eat a single plate of soup.

    No, I did that a lot, but why?

    After calming down, Pur went to the dormitory feeling very embarrassed.

    I tripped over the door and started crying again, so I just pretended not to notice.

    Although it provided temporary relief, it was ultimately only a temporary measure and not a fundamental solution.

    The fundamental solution was ultimately money.

    This isn’t enough to prevent Pur from becoming the boss.

    You have to make sure to block it if you can.

    I’m going to hell to solve that problem. The hell where the bad demons who chased me out, the good guys, live.

    Student council room.

    While I was wandering around like that, I heard a familiar and cute voice.

    “Senior eee!!!”

    The voice booms once. Laonzena, a first-year prospective test taker, came rushing over.

    Now that I think about it, today is the last day of the exam.

    Jenna’s voice was so loud that it caught everyone’s attention.

    There’s nothing good about being involved with me.

    Jenna was smiling, wondering what was so exciting. It was impossible not to see her as a lively girl at any time.

    I pretended not to be able to resist and walked towards her.

    Jenna stood in front of me, proudly crossing her arms and looking proud.

    I look at it because it’s cute.

    Anyway, Jenna seemed to have brightened up quite a bit.

    Rather than saying it has become brighter, should I say it has become a little more confident?

    “Okay, Raonzena. Do you think you’ll pass the test?”

    “Of course! Who am I? Oh, I also have a friend..!”

    When I looked in the direction Jenna was pointing, I saw female students coming out with a smile on their face.

    After all, the younger you are, the easier it is for you to become friends with everyone, regardless of commoners or nobles.

    As I was about to say hello, I heard several words.

    “…What kind of amazing combination is that?”

    “Look carefully. You’re messing with newbies who don’t know anything.”

    “The girl looks cute, but she doesn’t have the eye for men.”

    “…Is this a sight that makes sense? Is it reality?”

    “I must have been threatened by Dyers.”

    The combination of first-year (preliminary) rookie Jenna and old bastard Dyers was usually met with this kind of reaction.

    Jenna frowned, as if she was offended by that reaction. There weren’t many scenes like this in games, and it was a rare scene.

    A wonderful child.

    I need to break up quickly before anything more strange is said.

    “Please come visit me once the test results come out.”

    “I’m going to come even if you tell me not to come, right? Be prepared~”

    “You must be prepared. Hell begins now.”

    “…Uh, ah, I don’t want to make that decision yet…”

    The slyness has also increased. As expected, he was a growing character.

    “Did you two hear what I just said? Prepare for hell?”

    “…As expected, we didn’t get along well.”

    “As expected, it’s Dyers. You’re fighting even against a first-year student. I’m really proud of you.”

    “Why should I be captured by such a cold-blooded person?”

    “Poor…”

    “……”

    No, you crazy people.

    No matter how you look at it, wasn’t it a normal conversation between senior and junior? How can such an amazing inference come from there?

    Now that I think about it, I realize that I am not a normal person!

    After realizing the truth, I headed to the student council without saying anything. A lot of people looked at me strangely when I didn’t react at all.

    Anyway, it was still a magnificent building.

    A somewhat unusual but unique building that combines Renaissance and Oriental styles.

    I opened the door without hesitation.

    “Are you Senior Dyers?”

    “Dyers?”

    Everyone welcomes me.

    .

    Latina’s expression darkened as she found the rope.

    This was clearly a type of rope used for suicide.

    I wanted to search his diary further, but all but five chapters were sealed with mana.

    This was a particularly suspicious part.

    First of all, given the circumstances… Dyers is planning suicide.

    It wasn’t a guess, it was almost a certainty.

    Latina hated him with all her heart.

    He was not just a bad guy, but a human being who felt a physiological sense of disgust coming from his roots.

    But I didn’t hate him enough to die.

    Although he was a human being who made many mistakes, he never thought he had committed enough sins to lose everything and commit suicide.

    The contents of the diary were that shocking. It was enough to shake that strong Latina’s impregnable mentality.

    Now all his actions are starting to make sense.

    He remained relatively sane and did not change.

    I just gave up everything.

    The reason I saved Miss Jenna was because she was going to die anyway. Wasn’t it his own way of atonement?

    Latina ran like crazy.

    I clearly hate him. I hate it so much

    But I didn’t want to see him die.

    He was a senior I once respected, and I thought he had been showing signs of improvement recently.

    But suddenly, committing suicide felt like I had been stabbed in the back.

    If you are kicked out of your family, wouldn’t you have to work harder? He was cowardly until the end.

    Finally she was able to find Dyers. But he wasn’t alone.

    ‘what..?’

    I was heading somewhere with a mint-colored haired senior. She was suspicious and followed him.

    The place we arrived at was a shabby inn that was not at all suitable for nobles.

    There was a lot of mold and the smell of a rotten gutter.

    ‘ah…’

    It is only now that I begin to understand, little by little, his decision to commit suicide.

    He, who had enjoyed all kinds of benefits as the son of an aristocratic family his entire life, could not accept the current reality.

    As a member of the Silly family, it would not be easy if he were asked to live in a house like that.

    She hid there and overheard the conversation.

    Because we don’t know what kind of accident Dyers might get into if he decides to commit suicide.

    However, the conversation went completely differently than she expected.

    ‘Eat slowly. ‘Because I don’t take it from you.’

    ‘All humans make mistakes.’

    ‘I’m not ashamed.’

    “…..”

    After overhearing Dyers’ words, Latina became even more confident.

    He absolutely plans to commit suicide during summer vacation.

    Death had such a powerful power.

    The power to become humane no matter how cold-blooded one may be.

    Latina felt the weight of death three times.

    There is no way a person can change like that unless he or she accepts death.

    I think what I’m doing now is atonement in its own way… right?

    For some reason, her heart began to feel tight.

    It may have been an act, or it may have been for atonement, but although he spoke arrogantly now, he was gentle and calm.

    What would have happened if you had met Dyers like that when you were a freshman?

    At least the relationship wouldn’t have deteriorated like this.

    ‘…Stop imagining useless things.’

    That imagination, that assumption, irritated her. I still don’t fully understand Dyers, who accepted death so easily.

    He was still young. There was nothing special about a person who had so much time left to live committing suicide.

    What’s more, it’s not like he has an incurable disease.

    The Latina only tapped the wall.

    I need to meet him.

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