episode_0023

Contracts with demons, the price called varies greatly depending on the demon’s rank.

So, when demon followers were rampant. Those who called me piled up countless sacrifices.

‘Audacious brats.’

Back then, I went to visit the followers who had called me, one by one.

Because I had to pluck them all out at the root, so that this kind of thing wouldn’t happen again.

When I killed a few demon worshipers, their attitude when calling me became respectful.

When I killed dozens of demon worshipers, those who tried to forcibly subjugate me appeared.

And-

‘When I killed hundreds, they stopped calling me.’

Because of that, I hadn’t thought that someone who would call me would appear anymore.

-Whoosh

It is certainly a slightly strange situation.

I don’t feel any of the sacrifices needed for the summoning ritual.

On top of that, the place where the ritual was performed is the academy.

To call me, at least hundreds of lives would be needed.

Someone who would dare to do such a bold act inside the academy probably wouldn’t exist even if I searched the continent.

‘Is this possible.’

It’s impossible within the bounds of my common sense, but I can’t deny what happened.

Because there are still many things unknown in this world.

“Commoner!”

As I was looking out at the academy grounds, Eve’s sharp voice pierced my mind.

What is she going to say this time?

-Turn

Turning my head to look, Eve pointed at the letter of appointment in my hand and asked tartly.

“What is that in your hand?”

“Are you referring to this?”

It’s a letter of appointment, a metaphor representing my absolute power that makes academy students crave credits.

Since Eve will also be a student entering the academy, and if she learns magic, she will inevitably have to come to my lectures-

-Flutter -Flutter

I lightly waved the paper with a slightly annoying expression.

“…Huh?”

Eve, who clearly checked the text written on the paper even while it was being shaken, let out a low groan.

As it happens-

[Professor of Magic. Owen.]

“Pro… fessor?”

“Oh dear. How embarrassing. Haha.”

The person she had condescended to as a commoner was the professor who would be responsible for her credits.

Seeing Eve, who had been speaking without any politeness, get flustered, I felt refreshed.

This is the taste of being a professor.

Eve, who was staring blankly at the paper, mumbled softly.

“That thing you said earlier was true…?”

“I didn’t lie.”

A situation where positions were reversed in that short time.

Eve wrung her hands.

“I… have to learn magic from a commoner?”

“Shouldn’t you pass first?”

There is still about a week left until the entrance exam.

Eve, talking as if she were a student attending the academy, even though she hasn’t even taken the exam.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.

I know the original story and know that Eve will pass the academy, but Eve, who hasn’t even taken the exam yet, wouldn’t have any factors to be certain.

‘Is there something she’s relying on.’

As for her skills, I don’t know much.

All I know is her losing to Edith in the entrance exam and throwing tantrums.

If so, is it confidence stemming from her status as the only daughter of the Count’s family?

‘A golden spoon is certainly nice.’

Eve, who was born with a golden spoon from the Count’s family, which could be called the best within the Empire.

She can have anything she wants, and do anything she wants.

Recalling that fact, I asked a question containing pure curiosity without malice.

“Could it be that the Count of Rencia helped with the entrance exam?”

“……Don’t spout nonsense carelessly. It’s entirely possible with my own power, without my father’s help.”

Eve’s voice, which had shown a bit of a clumsy side, settled low.

In the place where arrogance and clumsiness had disappeared, cold anger had quietly settled.

It seems that mentioning the Count is Eve’s sore spot.

I had no intention of persistently asking about the part that made her uncomfortable, so I smoothly moved past it.

“As expected of Miss Eve. Your confident appearance is good to see.”

“Of course, commoner. Did you just realize that?”

“Ah… yes.”

“What’s with that constant pathetic reaction!”

She even knows I’m looking at her pathetically.

I thought she didn’t know.

As I smiled ambiguously, Eve crossed her arms in an annoyed tone.

“…If you weren’t Miss Cally’s acquaintance, I would have already cut off your neck.”

“Come to think of it, you seem to be a huge fan of Mr. Cally-”

“Miss Cally. Attach ‘nim’.”

When I said Mr. Cally, she spoke firmly, telling me to attach ‘nim’.

That appearance further highlighted that she was a huge fan of Cally.

But thinking about whether Cally is someone who should have ‘nim’ attached….

‘Mr. Cally? Why are you peeping at me changing clothes?’

‘If a crisis comes when changing clothes, it is difficult to deal with it. As a knight, in order to protect the citizens-‘

‘Stop spouting nonsense and get out right now.’

‘……’

Recalling the sight of her sadly leaving the changing room, I absolutely cannot attach ‘nim’.

Constantly drooling while looking at people’s faces, or secretly peeping whenever someone changes clothes.

And leaving the Knight Order’s work to the Vice Leader and slacking off.

To me, Cally was not someone to be called by an honorific.

Whether she knows Cally’s such side or not.

When the topic of her came up, Eve spoke with fervor.

“How amazing is that person? She is not someone a commoner like you can call carelessly.”

“May I ask why?”

“That is to say-”

***

…Talking about Cally, time passed in an instant.

Now, there wasn’t much else to do, and seeing her waiting alone for her escort looked pitiful, so I listened to her story.

‘I didn’t know it would be this much.’

I didn’t know she would only talk about that for an hour.

Drowsiness kept trying to overtake me, but recalling being stuck with stocks in my previous life, I barely managed to drive the drowsiness away.

Indeed, recalling terrible memories is the best for waking up.

-Ahem

“Now, do you understand Miss Cally’s greatness?”

“……Do I necessarily need to know?”

“Tsk, this is why they are commoners.”

To summarize the lengthy speech that continued for an hour-

It was the story of Cally being born into a marginal viscount’s family, achieving the rank of Knight Order leader at seventeen, and becoming a Knight Order leader at twenty-six.

It should be a short story that can be summed up like this.

Listening to her telling the story while adding various extraneous details for an hour, I thought this might also be a talent.

“I’ll tell you the story again, so listen carefully-”

“…Thinking about it carefully, I think I understand her greatness.”

“Heh heh. Now you’re speaking my language.”

-Shiver

The thought that I might have to hear that story one more time gave me goosebumps.

While listening, cognitive dissonance came and it was already painful.

Just in case she would continue talking about Cally, I quickly brought up another topic.

“By the way, why do you keep calling me commoner?”

I taught her my name.

Calling me like that might be due to the status difference, but I’ve never heard other nobles talk like that.

With that thought, I asked Eve- but the answer was simple.

“A commoner is a commoner.”

It is a correct statement.

Water is water. A commoner is a commoner. A noble is a noble.

…I felt that the more the conversation continued, the lower my intelligence seemed to become.

Looking at Eve, I replied slightly awkwardly.

“Ah… yes. Understood, noble.”

“Don’t call me like that. I also have a name, and that is not polite.”

What do you want me to do, really.

She calls me commoner, but tells me not to call her noble.

‘Just a moment.’

Thinking about it, Edith in the novel was also a commoner like me, but was called by name.

Other commoner students were also always called by name.

However, I remember the atmosphere was much colder compared to now.

Not this kind of clumsy appearance.

As I was thinking that and looking at Eve-

“Young lady!”

“Milly! Come quickly.”

I saw the escort running towards me, calling Eve’s name from afar.

-Thump! -Thump! -Thump!

The escort who was running at a fast speed. Stopped in front of Eve.

It must have been quite a distance, but her breathing is steady.

The escort, who looked back and forth between me and Eve for a moment, opened her mouth.

“I had someone to meet briefly. You waited long, young lady.”

“No. That much is fine.”

Eve, who speaks rudely to everyone, treats her escort warmly.

Even on the train, when the escort spoke, she accepted it as it was.

I don’t know what kind of relationship they have, but I could guess how long they had been together.

If I were to give an example, it would be close to the appearance of a mother and daughter.

A heartwarming atmosphere where the two people are laughing and talking.

‘Huh?’

Something strange was mixed in with it.

The aura Milly gave off was slightly different from when I first saw her.

‘It was you.’

The contract attempted inside the academy earlier.

The trace disappeared in an instant, and I had intended to find out later, but.

Perhaps I can find out right away.

-Stride -Stride

As I approached Milly with a faint smile, she expressed a small question.

“Is there something you want to say…?”

“Ah, it’s nothing special. It’s just that I have something to ask.”

-Slide

A distance so close that breath could reach.

I whispered into Milly’s ear, who was about to widen the distance as if flustered.

“As for the contract with the demon, did you finish it well?”