episode_0024

1.

I’ve entered the academy and the weekend is just around the corner.

During that time at the academy… it was a daily life filled with nothing but training.

That doesn’t mean I was crazy about training.

“Class. Let’s go to the auditorium.”

“Okay, Cariel.”

This Friday, during the 5th and 6th periods, there will be a student body president election, so I headed to the auditorium.

And standing in front of me is a blond, blue-eyed, handsome man named Kariel.

With those dazzling blonde hair and those deep, azure eyes.

It’s a look that’s so shiny it’s a little burdensome.

At the beginning of the story, when Kariel shines as the top student at the entrance ceremony.

Half of the original characters are jealous of Cariel and feel inferior.

And growing up with the hope of surpassing Kariel, that is, Ban and Kariel were rivals.

but…

‘How, no, why fight with him.”

Overwhelming difference in power.

A more refreshing personality than expected.

Good looks.

I felt respect and acknowledged the differences that were too great to be jealous of.

Besides, I have to fight the Demon King in the future, so wouldn’t it be good to have as many people on my side as possible?

Akama-oh’s tags are mystery, growth, regret, and run-down harem.

I must grow to a level where I can be considered one of the best in the world, following the fate of the warrior, and at the same time, I must find the Demon King within the Academy.

In the prologue of Akama-wang, an uncertain future is depicted.

The image of him wielding the magic sword and destroying the world along with the lunar eclipse.

The sight was like that of a demon itself, and was described as the speech of someone consumed by greed.

Domination, destruction, ruin.

And feelings of inferiority.

In the end, he is a being whose fate is to fall at the hands of the protagonist and warrior.

After finishing his random thoughts, I asked Cariel a question before giving his election speech.

“Did you prepare your speech well?”

“Oh. I was quite satisfied.”

The reason we became friends was nothing special.

We admired each other’s incompetence, and after that, I approached him using the excuse of asking for a letter of recommendation for the student body president.

Through that connection, we had lunch together, practiced together, and even helped each other prepare speeches.

We became so close that I don’t even remember when or why we became close.

I went through the long hallway of the swordsmanship classroom to the main building’s lecture hall.

Lunch time was over and most of the kids were already sitting on their chairs in the auditorium.

Judging from the fact that there aren’t many seats left, we must have arrived a little late.

“Hey hey, it’s Cariel over there…”

“Huh? Who is that?”

“…Half, that’s right! Half!”

We can hear the murmurs of those who have already taken their places along with our position.

If you hang out with Kariel, you’ll often end up catching his eye without even intending to.

I don’t feel bad, but it’s more burdensome than I thought.

As if he was used to this, Cariel greeted me with a slightly awkward smile without any hesitation.

“Go Kariel. Work hard and come down.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“I’ll pick you.”

“I hope you decide after seeing the speech. And since it’s a secret ballot, don’t say anything already.”

After throwing out some encouraging jokes, they separated as Kariel had to move to where the candidates were sitting.

I headed to a place with relatively few people among the students.

…

After a brief wait, the lights in the auditorium went out.

A teacher came up and gave a ceremonial speech explaining the method and significance of the student body president election, and then the speech finally began.

The first candidate is……

“…”

” and…”

“Oh my gosh,”

-Thump, thump, thump.

An auditorium filled with so many children can never be quiet.

Because I have a lot of friends next to me and boring stuff keeps them talking.

But now there is no noise.

Because Srenya, with her long hair flowing and walking towards the stage without wavering, erased all noise except the sound of her own footsteps.

“Hello. My name is Srenia, and I am a new student in the 987th class and a candidate for student body president.

…

After the speeches of about five candidates, voting began.

Voting took place at a polling booth set up at the entrance to the auditorium.

A meaningful act of choosing a leader who will represent the students’ opinions in the future with my own hands…

I don’t know how meaningful this vote will be.

This is essentially a popularity vote.

…

Voting took place during roughly half of the 6th period.

The counting was done by Ms. Casselina, an elf who knew the original story.

“Poriterama, dewipi poalama.”

A voice with a calm tone is heard.

With the power of the wind spirit, he counted the number of votes in an instant and stacked the ballots one by one.

And then he came up to the stage carrying a silver platter filled with ballots to announce the results of the election.

Then he spoke in a flat voice.

“Student President, Srenia. You received 1207 votes in total. Student Vice President Kariel. You received 1011 votes. Congratulations. ”

“Wow!”

“Ah,”

“As expected!”

“What a pity…”

Cheers and cheers are heard in the auditorium.

The student council president is Srenia, and the student council vice president is Cariel, who will represent the students’ voices this year.

2.

“Wow, have you seen Srenya? She’s really pretty…”

“It’s not common for both the student body president and vice president to be chosen from among the first-year students…”

“Ugh… Kariel is the vice president… How frustrating!”

Happy Friday before the weekend.

In the afternoon, when school was over sooner than usual and there was plenty of time to spare, students poured out of the back door of the main building.

While chatting away in groups of three or five.

“By the way, the student body president election was today…”

‘It’s supposed to be held the first week after the entrance ceremony. Did you forget?’

“…I didn’t know today was Friday.”

‘aha.’

Oh, really.

They say that the sense of time is becoming increasingly strange.

Is it because I spend every day doing similar things?

A large crowd of people was crossing the garden and heading to the dormitories or training centers for individual training.

Today is Friday.

From this afternoon until the weekend, I have complete freedom.

Most students use this free time to either practice or go outside the academy.

In front of the academy, a commercial area spreads out like a military security zone.

After class is over, the school gates open again, and students are free to go out until they close at 11 o’clock.

The kids who look like they’re playing are already taking steps to go outside.

“He is also a youth.”

‘…what.’

I swept away withered flowers, dust, tree branches, and other things that made the streets dirty, taking in the sights of various youths.

Until Casselina approaches.

“Huh? Professor, what are you doing here…”

‘Hey, Casselina’s here?’

In the situation of the immortal and the long-lived, who repeat the same thing in the same place every time, they do not have many conversations.

This is especially true because of the subtle differences in positions between the professor and the janitor.

It’s unusual for Casselina, whom I saw on Monday this week, to have business with me.

That’s why Yuli and I are surprised and welcome Casselina.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“The stationmaster opened it… Yeah. What’s going on?”

“I wish I could do it at your cabin. Can you invite me?”

‘……what?’

Casselina’s unexpected words left both Yuli and I with questions in our heads.

3.

The lodging where Yuli and Kai stay together.

We entered a cabin built of wood, with a quiet atmosphere and the smell of people.

I’m just a little afraid that I can’t come here with joy at being invited and that I have to deliver bad news.

“…So what do you want to say?”

“Yulli, you have to come with me, so transform.”

-Sigh!

“What are you doing? You came all the way to the cabin.”

Yuli also transformed and became her ego form.

This subtly lets us know that this isn’t just a story that can be heard, but a topic that Yuli must also participate in.

A slightly serious atmosphere was created, and Kai and Yuli waited nervously for Kacelina’s story.

This story is one of the questions Srenya asked me on Wednesday.

‘Excuse me, Miss Casselina. I have something to ask you.’

‘Yes, student Srenya. Feel free to ask questions.’

‘I saw something strange while walking in the forest of the Academy and the Rukia River, so I was wondering if you knew anything about it…’

It’s different from the questions students usually ask.

There aren’t many questions asked in the first place.

Even if I did, it was a question related to my major, not a question about something living in the forest of the academy.

We waited in curiosity to find out what the gist of the question was, and eventually Srenya described something.

‘…I can clearly see Inyoung with dark blood staining the corner of her mouth.’

‘……..yes?’

Blood on the corner of the mouth.

Human form.

As soon as that thought occurred to me, a person, or rather, a being, flashed before my eyes.

Adversary.

Clearly, an old-world disaster that we have dealt with.

‘What is that identity, Ms. Casselina?’

‘……Hot. Oh, sorry. I got distracted for a bit. I’ll finish investigating a bit more first and then let student Srenya know.’

‘Huh? It’s not that serious or anything—’

‘Please leave this story alone.’

The Demon King.

I didn’t rush to give a definitive answer because I thought it was a leap in logic.

Mentioning the name of the Demon King is taboo for us, and we have no evidence other than brief eyewitness accounts.

It could be that Srennia was mistaken, or perhaps a creature using illusions had infiltrated the Academy.

Or maybe it was the image of a beast that was superimposed.

Since we encountered this creature in the dim dawn, we also have doubts about the accuracy of the information.

When dozens of plausible hypotheses came to mind, I realized:

I hope I’m not the Demon King.

I am solidifying my opinion that he might not be the Demon King, rather than that he might be the Demon King.

but.

“An investigation is needed. Even if it is an absurd story that the Demon King lives in the Academy…we have a duty to rule out even that one danger. ”

What if you’re the Demon King?

One in ten thousand, one in a billion.

A new Demon King, or the Demon King we knew.

‘Because I can’t just sit still.’

We must investigate the Demon King, or rather, something called the Demon King.

That is why we must be able to ensure complete confidentiality.

Even if I ever run into the Demon King, I bow my head and ask for help from someone who is strong enough to not be defeated by the Demon King.

There is only one person.

A warrior who has killed the Demon King.

“So Kai, Yuli. Investigate the identity.”

This is the best ending, unless you’re the Demon King.

So I asked Yuli and Kai to please help make that happy ending happen.