Just as the clock of the Ministry of Defense ticked, so did the clock of . The hottest and brightest month of August has already arrived.

    As the day gets longer, the energy of ether becomes stronger.

    According to the expression here, it is a period filled with the energy of heaven.

    During the past month when we went to and from , Academy City was still noisy.

    If I had to pick from what I remember…

    In , there is a conflict between a suspicious group of people wandering the city wearing only swimsuits and the security organization .

    ‘s ‘Runaway Festival’ has grown into a full-blown ‘Modified Bike Flame Runaway Death Road’ with 999 participants.

    A simplified version of the festival at , the ‘Amazing 5-Minute Impromptu Storytelling Contest’ was hosted by the exploratory students.

    A 100:1 battle royale of girls washing their blood with blood to eat the new limited chocolate from Golden Cat, the best dessert shop on Golden Street.

    … Roughly something like this happened.

    If we include small-scale accidents involving less than 100 participants, the number will increase significantly. Apparently, this was all that was known from the press broadcast of the .

    If it were a game, it would have been a series of incidents and accidents that would have happened with 10 limited characters.

    ‘I’m usually full of energy, but these kids lose their temper when school goes on… ‘

    Apparently, the students of Academy City were also fascinated by the word ‘vacation.’ But in just a few days, the leisurely summer vacation will end.

    This is the second semester where you have to show off your results again with your seniors and juniors.

    The festival time has passed,

    The scent of everyday life has come to my nose…

    On the contrary, there were some who welcomed this period.

    These pseudo-religious rural elf girls consider the World Tree and Ether to be heaven’s blessings. It is a kind of primitive faith.

    Therefore, for students, the summer of August, when the sun rises the longest, is a sacred period when they can have the longest contact with the energy of the sky.

    ‘Summer Harvest Festival’, a peaceful summer festival of pseudo-girls giving thanks to the World Tree and Ether.

    During this period, called the ‘Summer Harvest Festival’, both agricultural and theological faculty students wear white clothes reminiscent of priestly uniforms.

    The streets are brightly decorated with flowers and grass,

    Students wear wreaths made of summer flowers,

    Delicious dishes and flowers are distributed to guests.

    An event where peace stands out over violence.

    Excluding the ‘Fighting Festival’ that everyone looked forward to in Academy City, it was also the most grandiose and splendid festival.

    It almost feels like the highlight of summer vacation.

    ‘It feels really different from the traditional school festivals or technical high school festivals that feel like technology presentations… Did you say that outside schools are trying hard to get invitations?’

    Of course, is a free pass.

    If you get upset, pull out the holy sword and become a hero, or become a saint.

    ‘Actually, Albit hasn’t pulled out the holy sword yet… ‘

    anyway…

    The school with the largest site in Academy City. And the largest festival in Academy City— ’s “Summer Harvest Festival” started yesterday.

    Naturally, during this period, it is crowded with guests from other schools who want to celebrate the end of their summer vacation in style.

    Students who get lost in the huge grounds of or unintentionally break the rules appear one after another.

    Therefore, it was also the busiest period for the pseudo-geek girls of .

    I, along with our Pingchaeng Seonbaeim, were preparing for a cute little deviation while avoiding the eyes of the evil folk horror girls.

    Ta-tat—!

    Carrying a senior in the form of a translucent baby,

    Easily climb up the three-story building.

    His physical condition was close to its prime again, and he was extremely light.

    The goal is getting closer.

    It was a warehouse with a sweet scent emanating from it.

    Using my keen senses, I confirmed that there were no signs of presence around me, and quickly poured ether through the window to open it.

    “Yyap—☆”

    “Dating—☆”

    I looked into the eyes of the sword spirit hanging on my back. And I felt an inner dialogue echoing from her.

    Are you ready, ‘Sword’?

    -Ah, of course ‘Soo’. Eat up all the snacks you guys have hidden.

    “Hehe… !”

    Now I can feel the will of the ‘Sword Spirit’ — senior Ping Chang.

    … Of course, calling him an idiot is my paraphrase.

    ‘But the important thing is the heart… Right, Mr. Frieda?’

    Art students are naturally unstoppable.

    If you were Frida-senior, you would probably give me a happy smile as you watch me making fun of furry beasts and ears without hesitation.

    -Great job Clara Kim. Wipe out the foreign races of this world.

    Of course, this is my imagination.

    Senior Frieda did not make racially discriminatory remarks.

    “Uhuhu… ☆”

    Imagining Frida’s bright smile, I carefully put one of the syrup jars piled up in the warehouse into my backpack.

    “Hehe♪ It would be delicious if you sprinkle this on fruit—☆”

    “Dating—☆”

    -The carrots are crunchy—☆

    … Of course, this is also my paraphrase.

    The Sword Spirit and I traveled together for a month and made many memories.

    We rob the potato warehouse and oil warehouse and make potato chips.

    Raid a grape farm and make special grape juice.

    Infiltrate the kitchen where bread is being made and sprinkle raisins.

    etc…

    The ‘Sword Spirit’ looks at me happily,

    He sent a signal that he was happy that he was carrying on Ping Chang’s will.

    The essence of Pingchang is Buntang.

    Anyone with pink hair must be punished.

    I was fulfilling that destiny brilliantly.

    Rattling—

    “Now let’s go—☆”

    “Wudda—♪”

    Since the senior was happy, Frida’s daughter Clara couldn’t be happier. Ping Tsang Gospel 1:11

    So I carried out a small and cute strategy of changing the position of one syrup jar, and tried to go back out the window.

    That moment.

    “… !”

    Rainbow-colored images flash through my head. It was a simplified video, like an old movie.

    The moment you open the window.

    From somewhere outside my cognitive capabilities, a girl from an outside school stumbles upon me crawling out and screams. And the theology students next to me hurriedly rush towards me.

    Playback ends.

    “… ”

    I stayed still for 10 seconds as I tried to open the window. Then, the rainbow colors slowly disappear from sight.

    That future is now gone.

    Since meeting the sword spirit, I have been getting used to handling my special abilities that pop up often.

    “… I like it☆”

    “Wow—☆”

    The senior was happy and tapped my cheek.

    -good! So lively—! I will make sure to keep quiet especially with Nella.

    … Of course it was a paraphrase.

    However, roughly similar intentions were conveyed.

    After receiving the blessing, I went down to the warehouse building to make snacks for Albit, who was still struggling.

    *

    “… Senior, are you here?”

    “Yes♪”

    Albit, with a haggard look, looked at us and smiled faintly.

    Albit was wearing a white shirt and pants made of rough material, often worn by children at . The school uniform I had been wearing so far was already stained, so I ended up changing it.

    Is it just my final pride as a prosecutor?

    Or is it love for the weapon I was attached to?

    The dark red longsword I gave him as a gift was still worn on his waist.

    It’s already been 15 days since her outfit changed.

    The failure that lasted for 15 days became a month after another 15 days.

    “… ”

    A sight that hasn’t changed.

    The holy sword was stuck in the ground, looking shabby.

    Albit was standing in front of him, dumbfounded.

    The weapon and its owner, who were supposed to be together right away, have been drawing parallel paths for a month. I couldn’t figure out what this was.

    ‘In the original, it was chosen easily, but it hasn’t been chosen yet… ‘

    Without revealing such thoughts, I took out the special pancakes. The fact that it contains a very sweet and salty special syrup is a bonus.

    “Yes♪ This time, the kids from the Ministry of Agriculture ‘accidentally’ got their hands on the newly made syrup—☆”

    “… Thank you.”

    “… ”

    “… ”

    Albert just started eating the pancakes with the soggy syrup in silence.

    “… ”

    Even when he heard Pingchang’s remarks, which seemed to anyone to have committed a suspicious offense, he did not react in any way. It seemed like he didn’t even have the energy to notice in the first place.

    “… ”

    But I didn’t bother to ask why I was so worried about pulling out the sword or why I couldn’t pull out the sword.

    Because I knew Albit’s situation.

    ‘I know very well that I have to do something for this world… ‘I guess he’s trying hard to follow everything.’

    I came to Academy City following my mother’s prophecy.

    We also have a duty to protect the world from destruction, which was not even in the Eight Characters.

    Although he is ordinary and sincere, he is also [fated] to take the lead.

    I knew everything.

    And not original knowledge,

    The most sincere juniors I have ever seen… Because I trust her.

    I didn’t bother to ask ‘Why?’

    ‘… Even if we give up, we can find another way together.’

    A world that has already changed.

    Even if you are not a [Hero], you may be able to deal with the [Dragon Crouching in the Abyss] with the power of a [Saint].

    “… ”

    In fact, I was surprised to find myself surprisingly calm.

    I thought I would think about it a bit more and think about whether I could compromise.

    Fact revealed.

    Maybe the ‘prophet’ is ‘another me’. And that guy wants to help and destroy Academy City.

    I feel bad for some reason, and I can’t even imagine how it was done… The resolution became surprisingly easy.

    ‘I am… ‘That guy’… ‘Kill me.’

    I am ‘Clara’ from Academy City.

    Kang Jin-su, an office worker who loved the Three Kingdoms and enjoyed playing mobile games on his subway commute, died.

    The only one here is Clara, a student who loves a girl named Hilde and respects her senior Frieda.

    ‘That guy was in the distant past… In front of [Saint of Sacrifice], she called herself ‘Kang Jin-su’. And he recited the knowledge of the Three Kingdoms to the extent that the executives of knew it.’

    No matter how absurd the inference, if this amount of clues are gathered… It is right to assume the worst.

    [Me and ‘that guy’ were once the same person.]

    Different time, different situation, different fate…

    We were separated in different times.

    [Me and ‘that guy’ are strangers now.]

    Just by recognizing it, determination was very easy.

    “… ”

    If the ‘prophet’ appears,

    ‘I’ will definitely come forward and kill him.

    It was a sense of responsibility towards someone who once shared the same past – who may have been an alter ego.

    Why did he change like that?

    Why was one person’s soul divided into two?

    There seemed to be no time or space to find out the exact reason.

    Honestly, now even the reason for that has disappeared.

    ‘It’s already gone astray… ‘

    If I hesitate, my juniors and friends are at risk.

    If we can’t save this world,

    I may never see Senior Frida again.

    “… ”

    That alone,

    All reasons for my hesitation disappeared.

    Rattling—

    Albert finished eating the pancake and politely handed the plate to me.

    “… I had a good time.”

    take it,

    I got up from my seat.

    “Yeah☆ Then I’ll go now!”

    “School… I’m worried about what happened. Because it was empty for too long… ”

    “They said that me and Kara would take turns seeing each other☆ And they said Lotta would be here tomorrow—☆ So don’t worry~♪ We’ll always be guarding the place you’ll return to—☆”

    “… thank you I made you wait too long… I’m sorry. that… Why am I like that… hmm… ”

    I patted Arbit’s head as he tried to make an excuse. Then he looked at me with startled eyes.

    “Trust me. We trust you, so you can lean on us with confidence.”

    “… ”

    Albit lowered his head.

    “Thank you… ”

    “Then I’ll go—☆”

    “… ”

    I left Albit’s seat so that he wouldn’t be burdened.

    “… ”

    … So what kind of trouble shall we go to now?

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