Outside the open window.

    With the wind of early April blowing.

    The sounds of students trying to repair broken things can be heard.

    -Uh oh~ Stop, stop-!! That’s enough~ Put it down!!

    -It looks like there’s one pillar missing here, but who placed the order?!! Jump out right away before you get hit one after another!!

    -Hey?! I’m sorry… class monitor… !

    -Hiyaaa-!! This new building is strong so it will be difficult to burn down.

    -You crazy bitch, why are you burning that?

    The scenery of the northern city, including , was miserable. Numerous buildings and roads were filled with the sticky body fluids of chaos insects, and the smell of burning and smoke had been rising for several days in the aftermath of the fierce flames that erupted all night.

    Even though was the loser that dominated the North, in the end it was nothing more than a group of slums gathered together under sloppy governance. Although it was a fight that took place overnight, the poorly put together buildings of the slum collapsed very easily in the aftermath of the fight.

    The northern slum city center was literally reduced to ruins. The good news was that the slum students living there were accustomed to infrastructure and living standards that were much lower than those in the city center, so they were satisfied with just having a place to rest.

    If only there were students from .

    I would have been satisfied even if I lived shabbily in tents and tents.

    Now this place was filled with the noisy sounds of construction.

    A female student in a red uniform who was busy carrying luggage approached the tall girls and said.

    -hey! You liars! Where should I put this box?

    -What, what?!

    The tall girls narrowed their eyes at the rude tone they heard while they were busy inspecting construction equipment.

    -What on earth is this crazy communist saying?

    -You first persuaded us to go to war together, but then you pretended not to know! What a bunch of flirts!

    -You really are a crazy bitch. Why are you telling us that?

    -There is no racism there!

    The dark-skinned elf student who heard that trivial argument ran over, flapping his ears. The armband on his slender arm had the words [Investigation Leader] written on it.

    Her name is Sigrun.

    The head of the investigation team of , and a troublemaker whose corporal punishment period has just ended.

    Sigrun, who had deserted his post, was recognized for his contribution in resolving the erosion situation in Academy City and received a light corporal punishment. And when she returned to the scene, she volunteered to mediate all kinds of minor disputes with the investigative team.

    -there! Students! Racist remarks are not permitted!

    -What are you talking about, you crazy ear!!

    -You guys go back to !!

    -Ugh, you’re such an ear… It’s disgusting. Hey commie, come this way.

    -Hiya~!! The only good ear is a burnt ear~!!

    -Oh, it’s a famous saying.

    -Ahh! Bad words!! 2 additional penalty points! And now I am not at , but at Gjallar…

    -I’m not interested…

    It has been ten days since full-scale restoration work began.

    The restoration of was being carried out on an unprecedented scale.

    This was because there was extensive support from and .

    Eir, the representative of , originally tried to refuse help from the central government.

    Since it is the school spirit of to rebel against the hypocrisy and oppression of the central government centered around the World Tree, it was judged that ordinary students would not readily acknowledge their help.

    -… I don’t know if it’s just me, but considering the other guys’ positions, I can’t allow it.

    A school was caught between those incompatible relationships. It was a school that contributed greatly to this erosion incident and came forward to help , which had no profit relationship.

    This restoration project was carried out solely in their name.

    The condition is that the support from and is only for , which came forward to help . It was no different from blindfolding and shouting, but and the residents of the northern slums very quickly agreed to that justification alone.

    Albit was the student council president of , the organization nominally responsible for this restoration operation, and was living in a temporary tent erected at the construction site.

    In fact, there was another reason for her to stay at , even though she had no involvement in the construction…

    “Phew… ”

    Albit was signing various documents inside the tent, hiding his complicated feelings. Even though he was a representative with only a cause, he was not negligent in judging that this reputation would be of great help to .

    The voices of countless students were heard through Arbit’s ears.

    -Black… I never thought [The Pink Spiral] would go so vainly…

    -A girl who burned all her strength and lived a life like a flame… ah! How can you not praise it!! Hiyaaa!! Everyone!! Recite the hero’s name again!!

    -Clara!! Clara!!

    -Clara!! Clara!!

    -Clara!! Clara!!

    Shouting like a pseudo-religious fanatic.

    The shout was uniquely loud even among the noisy construction sites.

    -Are they doing that again?

    -Ugh… How long are you planning on doing that?

    Passers-by were disgusted as they watched the resolution ceremony of dozens of girls. Thanks to that fuss, there was no one who passed by this city who did not know the story of the [Faded Spiral].

    But the girls with hearts like fire did not stop.

    -Clara!! Clara!!

    -Clara!! Clara!!

    -Clara!! Clara!!

    Dozens of girls wearing school uniforms with red flames on them were all waving pink flags. And she was shedding tears as she looked at the portrait photo placed in front of the tent with the name of written on it.

    A bunch of letters of condolence are placed in front of the portrait photo.

    Even now, wild female students bring numerous gifts and bouquets of flowers.

    They were commemorating a girl who burned her entire body to save them.

    -From now on, in front of everyone at our , the guy called [Faded Spiral] will stick a Molotov cocktail in his snout!

    -Clara-senpai was always the shining [Pink Spiral]!!

    -In memory of the honorary vice president of !!

    -Hiya!! Who is the sacrifice to offer at her grave?

    -Pink is the color of heroes who lived like flames!!

    -pink!! lemon!! Sherbet!!

    Albit couldn’t stop himself and came out of the tent and shouted.

    “Senior is not dead!! It’s rather ominous, so please stop!! And everyone screaming and running around like that is a nuisance, so please stop doing that!!”

    “There it is!! There’s Clara’s junior!!”

    “Go and get him!!”

    All the mourning students from flocked towards Albit.

    They grabbed Albit and started marching away, burning the wooden horse. In the unbearable shame, Albit’s face turned red as if it were going to explode.

    A memorial(?) march repeated for the 10th day.

    Albit resented his classmates in that endless shame.

    ‘These guys… ! Pretending to take care of all the troublesome tasks and run away… !’

    An airship belonging to that recently began operating regularly in the northern area of Academy City.

    Lotta and Kara rode it to and from and secretly ran away under the pretext of taking care of Arbit’s luggage. Thanks to this, Albit, who always kept his place, was selected as the main character of the memorial procession.

    Albit shouted as he grabbed the lapels of the students of who were starting to run wild.

    “Stop!! Stop it, you stoneheads!!”

    “Clara’s junior tells you to stop construction―!!”

    “I’m afraid I won’t be able to retreat quickly―!!”

    “Hiyaaa!! Burn everything!!

    “No, it’s you!!”

    “… !”

    “… !”

    Everyone at Scarlet Academy paused for a moment.

    They soon begin to shout in solemn voices.

    “Okay!! everyone!! Prepare for arson!! Put fire into each body!!”

    “That’s not what you’re saying!! Why is this damn school so incomprehensible!!”

    Even in that hectic scene.

    Let’s hear the voices of students shouting Clara’s name.

    The bruise in the corner of Albert’s heart was throbbing and painful.

    “… ”

    And Albit quietly turned his head and looked in the direction where there were dozens of relief tents where the wounded were lying.

    ‘senior… ‘

    Among them, Clara was lying down under the strictest protection in a place directly managed by the . It had already been ten days since I went to ask how she was doing every day, only to be told that she hadn’t woken up yet.

    ‘… Why is the student union president directly in charge of protecting seniors?’

    The more I knew about Clara, the more I couldn’t understand her.

    but…

    Although it had only been a month since I met him, he was a senior who became an indispensable hero in my life.

    Alvit wanted her to quickly get up and leave and tell stupid jokes like she always did.

    ‘senior… Please wake up… If you fall like that… I can’t give you anything back.’

    I haven’t apologized yet.

    I haven’t reciprocated yet.

    “Sorry… !』

    What are you sorry about?

    Even the past of [Faded Spiral] is buried.

    She was the hero who welcomed them so kindly.

    『Please watch… Watching [Spiral] move forward… !』

    To protect the helpless themselves.

    Receiving numerous external ethers.

    A senior who forced his way out of the [faded spiral] and made progress.

    I could never forget that flash.

    ‘My mother… That’s right… I had my most reliable colleague at that school.’

    The last senior of .

    She was such a noble hero.

    Why didn’t I notice it sooner?

    ‘I… ‘I didn’t recognize you.’

    And he hurt her enough… It was weak.

    Throbbing-

    so…

    please…

    Throbbing-

    “… ”

    Albit could only stare earnestly, holding the bruises in his heart that were slowly darkening.

    A relief tent located so far away that all the commotion could not be heard. Only the breathing of two girls could be heard there.

    To be precise, only the precarious breathing of a girl could be heard.

    Suuu

    Suuu

    That precarious breathing brought a sense of guilt and pain.

    At the same time, it was proof that Clara was still alive.

    Brünnhild was listening in pain and relief.

    “… ”

    Brünnhild was even refraining from breathing in order to fully feel Clara’s breathing. But it didn’t bother me, because compared to the value of this moment of looking at her, everything else was good.

    “… ”

    Brunhild had been standing still for ten days, looking at Clara. A student from the Health Department of the United Student Council who came in regularly for a checkup was startled when he saw the clear footprints under the bed in the hospital room.

    Still, it was still good.

    He ignored the emergency calls of Vice President Sieklinde, who had been calling him continuously for 10 days.

    just…

    entire…

    I guess it was good.

    “… ”

    Pain too.

    Joy too.

    Everyone feels it.

    I was just watching.

    “… ”

    “… Lala.”

    Brünnhild was looking at Clara, who had turned pale enough to be transparent. He muttered endlessly, hoping that someone would hear his call and wake up.

    “… Lala.”

    Like a withering flower.

    A girl who no longer has her original bright pink color.

    I don’t feel any ether from her.

    The world and cognition of non-polar and momentary moments… Even if we mobilize everything.

    There was nothing.

    That sight reminded him of the tinnitus that had been in Brunhild’s ears for two years, but which he had resolutely dismissed.

    [Faded spiral].

    “… Lala.”

    Brünnhild has now seen everything and knows everything.

    “… Lala.”

    now…

    It’s an academy city…

    It is the mission of the Aesir warlord…

    He is the president of the …

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    entire

    … I guess it was good.

    “… Lala.”

    Brunhild was still standing there in silence.

    “… Lala.”

    What she had been waiting for.

    Cherry blossoms in spring… It was so withered.

    That’s how the spring day ended.

    That was the story.

    so… I guess it was good.

    In a hazy consciousness.

    I heard a voice calling me.

    “… Ugh.”

    Eyes opened with difficulty.

    What was seen between them.

    It was a girl with pink hair.

    “… Cl… Lala?”

    “Huh? I can’t hear you―☆”

    “… Clara?”

    “A―☆”

    A night sky filled with stars.

    There were three chairs in that mysterious space.

    Among the chairs, ‘Clara’ was sitting in the chair on the far left.

    I said, looking at another ‘Clara’ sitting in front of me.

    “Why… ?”

    Then ‘Clara’ puffed out her cheeks and said.

    “Buuu―☆ What are you going to say? It’s too much to use a girl’s body so carelessly♪ Do you know how anxiously I watched you? Hey―☆”

    “… ”

    One thought that comes to mind in a confusing situation.

    ‘I really hate hearing that tone of voice… ‘

    I thought to myself that I should behave appropriately like Clara to my juniors. When I looked at her objectively like this, no matter how cute the girl looked, I was disgusted.

    “Woo―☆ It’s too much!!”

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