Was it because he was once targeted by that sword, or was it because his future self died by that sword?

    The ominous look of the Dark Sword that the disguised Ruth was holding was strongly engraved in Chloe’s memory.

    A feeling of uneasiness that makes me get goosebumps all over my body whenever I think about it.

    But why is it that I can sense that ominous magical power, even if it is only a very small amount, from that female student?

    ‘Is this the same case as mine?’

    Adult Chloe had said that those who died by the Dark Sword, like Chloe, would be suffering from unknown flashbacks or dreams.

    There, he came into contact with the Dark Sword and met his future self.

    Did that girl go through the same thing as Chloe? Did she die in the future by the Dark Sword, and did she meet her future self by touching that Dark Sword?

    I thought it was a pretty convincing guess.

    ‘That’s not it.’

    ‘What? How can you be so sure? It could be that Ruth was just trying to manipulate that girl into changing the future.’

    ‘That’s true, but that girl’s case is a bit different. Just remember her and ignore her.’

    ‘Does that make sense? It seems to be related to the Dark Sword, but you want me to ignore it?’

    ‘Honestly, at your current level, you’re not a good person. And above all else.’

    Sigh.

    It was surprising, but even after a month of talking to each other, this was the first time Chloe had seen adult Chloe smile, even if only slightly.

    It wasn’t a particularly friendly laugh, but rather a mocking one.

    Why is that?

    In that smile.

    ‘Probably the most troubled people on the continent right now are those guys?’

    It was filled with a sense of exhilaration.

    *

    As soon as I got off work early, I fell into a deep sleep in the dormitory.

    It’s been a long time since I fell asleep without studying business administration, which I was originally studying. More than that, I clearly closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again, so why is it time to go to work?

    Anyway, with only one day left until the festival, I could hear the students’ noisy voices and the sounds of various construction projects from my dormitory located in an alley on the outskirts.

    ‘I have to go to work… .’

    I finish getting ready with a sigh and leave the dormitory.

    Normally I would have gone straight to my office, but instead I went somewhere else. I had someone to meet.

    To be exact, I had to go there myself because that damn junior kept ignoring my calls.

    ‘It took a month just to make one contact.’

    Grandis Academy has many large buildings due to its size, but the place I was heading to now was the tallest and largest of them all.

    By the way, it wasn’t built like that from the beginning. That damn junior bastard expanded it on his own after becoming the student body president.

    At that time, I had just gotten a job at the academy, before I became the finance director, so I couldn’t stop it. Damn it.

    Even the expansion was completed in just a week, so it can’t be torn down now. If it were still under construction, it would have been stopped at all costs.

    I swallowed the irritation and sigh that was rising for no reason and entered the entrance of the huge building.

    “Move it over there! To the astronomy club!”

    “Hey, why is our festival allocation area like this!? We’ve proven our achievements!”

    “Performance is not an absolute evaluation, but a relative evaluation. And if you have any complaints, tell me earlier. Why are you doing this the day before the festival?”

    “You fucking flame magic fan club bastards! Why do you always take the widest space at festivals!”

    “Then should I burst out the flame magic in a narrow space?”

    “… … Is there no such thing as not blowing it up?”

    The inside of the building is noisy, as if it were a place where faculty and staff work. There are many people moving around busily, carrying out various tasks, and singing and dancing.

    However, the difference is that all of them are students, not faculty and staff.

    This building is where all the clubs of Grandis Academy gather.

    Of course, each club is assigned additional space or building, but the headquarters and core of the club are all in this building.

    And this is the one on the top floor.

    “I’m going to the student council office.”

    “Looking at your badge, you’re a faculty member, right? Even if you’re a faculty member, you can’t go into the student council office without prior permission… … .”

    “A late introduction. Adam Keynes, the Minister of Finance.”

    “Oh, you’re a manager! Then it’s an exception. I’ll contact the chairman right away, so go up right away!”

    It’s the student council.

    As the student said, even faculty and staff cannot enter the student council office without making an appointment in advance. The only exception is department heads.

    Even though he was the Minister of Finance, he was just a high-ranking person── The student simply gave him a quick greeting and went straight to work.

    It’s weird that people like Lisha, Beatrice, and Chloe know my face. That’s normal. If a student were the Dean of Students or the Dean of Academic Affairs, they wouldn’t know the face of the Dean of Finance.

    Those with social influence, such as children of noble families or promising young people, do not treat me with respect, but rather, ordinary students treat me like an ordinary faculty member. It was a strange feeling.

    And all these thoughts and feelings were nothing more than an escapism from reality.

    As I got closer to the student council office, my stress level increased in inverse proportion to the distance. I tried to ignore it as much as possible.

    Rattling.

    As soon as the magic plate I was riding reached the top, a huge and ornate door immediately greeted me.

    It was a really fucking door.

    “Wait, I don’t have any plans today, who are you… … … Huh? Senior Adam?”

    “Allen, long time no see. Is that kid inside?”

    “If you are the chairman, please stay inside.”

    There was a familiar face at the door, a junior student named Allen.

    He is the most normal of the juniors I know, and he is also the student council treasurer.

    Allen, who was moving a pile of documents, looked at my face and bowed with a sigh as if he knew what I meant.

    “First of all, I’m sorry.”

    “What?”

    “What the hell happened again, Chairman? He even made a busy senior come in person… … Ugh.”

    “Tsk, Allen, you’ve had a hard time too.”

    “It was hard. But more than that, senior, I was grateful for the entrance ceremony. Thanks to you, I was able to supplement the budget considerably. ”

    “We live by helping each other.”

    Information that a fantasy monster would attack during the entrance ceremony and that the response was all part of the test. I was in charge of distributing it to the student council.

    I alone would not have been able to effectively sell information to over 2,000 freshmen. After all, if a faculty member sells information to a student, they are out, but if a senior sells a ‘family tree’ to a junior, doesn’t everyone get away with it?

    The student council took care of collecting the money from time to time and I received the promised payment, so it was a good deal for both parties.

    Well, this is possible because all the juniors who know this are members of the student council. Once they graduate, they won’t be able to use such tricks.

    Anyway, I opened the door and went in while receiving Allen’s thanks.

    [silence]

    Allen, who was quick-witted, quickly cast a soundproofing spell on the student council room.

    “After… … … .”

    I took a deep breath for a moment───

    “Cassandra!! Come out now!!!!”

    ──I screamed with all my might.

    A voice mixed with anger, spite, stress and annoyance.

    The student council office is certainly spacious, but it’s still just a room. If you open the door and go in, you’ll see the student council president right away, so why did he yell?

    The answer is, of course, because that is the way it should be done.

    “Yes, yes, yes!”

    Phew!

    Contrary to the image that usually comes to mind when you think of the student council room, what I saw as soon as I opened the door was a jungle full of lush trees.

    Something that should not exist in common sense. Even though it is clearly a room, the endless trees and sky are incredibly awkward.

    As soon as I screamed, unfazed by the outrageous sight, a schoolgirl flew in from between the trees.

    Yeah, it flew in.

    “Ah …

    He holds the vine with one hand and puts it to his mouth with the other hand, then screams.

    Above all, the thing I was wearing was leather, so much so that it was embarrassing to even call it clothing.

    “Hot!”

    A school girl flew in beautifully, did a somersault, and landed in front of me.

    He approached me with a big smile on his face, wearing an eye patch.

    “Senior Adam! It’s been a really long time! How long has it been? About 30 years!?”

    “It’s been a month. Cassandra.”

    “Huh? Senior Adam, for some reason you look angry. What kind of guy made you so angry?”

    “It’s you. You junior.”

    “Huh? Me?”

    “I’m sure we’ve been talking about Ruth Spero joining the student council for a month now.”

    “Uh… … … .”

    “If you had just replied saying it was okay, I would have taken care of it right away. But I didn’t get a single reply.”

    I skipped the first week because it was a festival and I thought the student body president would be busy too.

    The next week, I was so pissed off that I immediately contacted the student council office, and suddenly the entire student council went on vacation for a week.

    I visited him in person for the next week, but he was always absent.

    The week after that, I was so busy with work that I couldn’t even leave work, working overtime every day.

    It was only now, a month later, that I was able to meet this damn junior.

    “Just one reply, it took a month for something that should have only been a few minutes.”

    “Wow! Isn’t this time magic!?”

    “Then it’s okay if I don’t give you time to make excuses because of that time magic?”

    “Uh, that’s… … … Sorry, Senior Adam.”

    “I’m sorry, is this the end of your academy life? What the hell did you do during your vacation, while I was away?”

    “That’s obvious. You must have guessed it too, right?”

    dump.

    Suddenly, a luxurious table and a soft leather chair appeared in the middle of the jungle. Cassandra sat down first, and I followed suit.

    In another moment, Cassandra was holding a teapot in her hand. The teacup appeared just as I turned my head.

    No, from the beginning.

    The jungle, which had been sweltering with heat and humidity, had returned to its normal room appearance.

    Likewise, Cassandra, who had been wearing only leather, also changed into an antique outfit.

    “Wait a minute, I’m going to do some dotting!”

    “That again?”

    “Your expression is very indifferent. But, senior, if you hear the contents of the fortune, even you would be surprised, right?”

    “Just say something.”

    “What a surprise! There are two regressors near the senior! One of them is real, and the other one is a rather ambiguous but tricky one! What do you think, isn’t it great?”

    Regressor. There are two people who came from the future to the past by my side.

    I was shocked by those words.

    “Is this the end?”

    “Huh?”

    “So that’s the end of excuses? I’m going to hit you now?”

    “Seo, senior! Aren’t you surprised!? He’s a regressor!”

    “The regressor is a piece of shit.”

    Did I fool you once?

    There’s a reason I always call Cassandra my junior, my junior brat. It’s because my academy life has become hardcore since this bitch came in as my junior.

    “Do you remember? When you first entered the first grade?”

    “At that time, my senior was a sophomore. Wow, I miss my senior from back then.”

    “You told me when we first met. I’m actually a fortune teller who can see the future, and there’s going to be an earthquake during the upcoming entrance ceremony, and everyone’s in great danger. But since you won’t listen to the freshmen, you’re asking me to do it.”

    At that time, I was quite serious. I even had a sense of mission that I had come to for a reason.

    Since I was trusted as an honor student, I desperately tried to persuade the professors that it was for everyone’s benefit and postponed the entrance ceremony by a day.

    … … Nothing happened.

    The professors who thought, “Is that really so?” looked at me at that time.

    I still can’t forget that dark history.

    “That’s all? I trusted you many times after that. When a terrorist group attacked during the midterm exam, when a monster caused a ruckus during the field trip, when the food that came in today was poisonous, so I had to do something about it.”

    “Um, uh.”

    “I believed it all, and did everything, but in the end, it was all a lie. Even when you predicted my future, what did you say? Tell me yourself.”

    “… … Senior is destined to destroy the world. Drive countless people into sorrow, cause them to die, and burn the world. ”

    “This is really fucking crazy.”

    After being fooled around by this fucking junior so many times, I finally realized that this bitch was a fake prophet.

    Even though I just mentioned the regressor, that is a repertoire I have heard several times already. Before that, it was the possessed, and before that, it was the reincarnation. I remember the painful memory of searching for a regressor who I didn’t even believe in.

    Oh yeah, sometimes during those ‘prophecies’, one would come true. I remember Cassandra acting so arrogantly every time.

    But common sense tells you that if you make 10 predictions a day, wouldn’t one of them be correct?

    Even though so many of my dark histories stem from this junior, the reason I maintain a relationship with him is because, aside from his false prophecies, he’s basically a good guy.

    Above all else.

    “Senior, calm down! Calm down!”

    “… … After.”

    [Heart of Steel]

    Because Cassandra is a 6th-grade wizard who can use both illusion magic and mental stability magic. Yes, I endured and endured to become close to her, hoping to make her my connection after graduation.

    But I got a job? And I’m the finance director? And I have an 8th grade chairman as my backer?

    So now I can treat this junior however I want. I just let him off easy because I kept nagging him for two years, saying I hate him to the point of affection.

    anyway.

    Bam!

    “Ouch! It hurts, Senior… … .”

    “Don’t joke around. It’ll hurt my hand more if I hit you.”

    “Senior, you’re really weak.”

    “Be quiet.”

    First of all, I got angry because it had dragged on for a month, so I hit my forehead, but even if you are a level 6 wizard, your physical abilities are much better than mine, a level 1 wizard. My hands are all cold.

    They say it hurts, but it probably only hurt like a mosquito bite. If only I wasn’t a first-class person.

    Anyway, I got beaten up, and thanks to the mental stability magic, my stress was relieved a bit.

    “So Ruth Spero will join the student council. You can take any position you want.”

    “Ruth Spero, you’re that 6th grade freshman, right? It was a mess back then, too, but it’s all a memory!”

    “You were in the 4th grade when you entered school, right? ”

    Well, it was a huge hit because he went from 4th grade to 6th grade in just 3 years. But that’s because he was only a half-6th grade.

    Even so, since he was the strongest student in the academy along with the main character, I let it slide. It’s a pain in the butt to argue about this now.

    “Anyway, I listened to your request, senior! Leave the Ruth stuff to me!”

    I’m leaving you in the hands of the main character.

    If I tell you honestly, you’ll ask why I’m being so stubborn and then act like I’m not good at it, so let’s just say that what’s good is good.

    “Then I’m going now.”

    “Huh, you’re leaving already? Play with me some more! Wasn’t the jungle princess game we were playing just now pretty good?”

    “That’s why I’m going. Please stop doing that.”

    “Why? It’s an idea note that the senior wrote himself!”

    “That’s not an idea notebook, that’s a graduation thesis, you crazy bitch.”

    I wrote and submitted my thesis for my graduation in the field of public administration titled “On the History and Creative Works That Can Be Created Based on a Fictional World Without Magic,” and as soon as I got my grades, I burned them all. Where on earth did they steal them from?

    I heard that although it had no academic value because it was just a collection of randomly written articles about the history of the Earth and familiar novels, it was very creative.

    Because if you compare it to Earth, a world without magic is like a fictional world without air. It is evaluated as something that is just imaginative, like a science fiction novel.

    I thought it was a good topic at the time, but why am I so embarrassed looking at it now?

    “Anyway, I’m really going. Next time, please contact me properly and quickly.”

    “That, senior!”

    “Why again?”

    “Remember! Senior, you are destined to set the world on fire! Bam! Bam!”

    This is driving me crazy.

    How do I close that bastard’s mouth?

    “Hey, if it’s really my destiny to destroy and burn the world, shouldn’t you be here to stop me? Huh?”

    “That’s okay!”

    “Why?”

    “I had my future read, and even in a world destroyed by my senior, I was still alive and well! As long as I’m safe, that’s all that matters!”

    “Allen, did you hear me? I’m going to run away, so you educate that junior well.”

    “You’d better tell me to die, senior. But I got a call from you, senior.”

    “Contact? To me? Why do you have it?”

    “Looking at it, it seems like the chairman knew that you were here and sent you this. He told me not to open it first and just show it to you… … .”

    An urgent call from the chairman? I’m going to the office right now anyway, so why bother?

    I received the well-sealed letter from Allen with some skepticism.

    “… … … Huh?”

    No, wait. Hair loss medication right now?

    That’s supposed to happen on the second day of the festival.

    But now? Even the day before the festival starts?

    ‘Plague.’

    What the hell is going on…?

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