episode_0117

The exchange meeting hosted by Demeia Academy ended without any major incidents.

Although there was a sparring between the next successors to the Four Seasons’ Military Art during the exchange meeting, this was not a major event.

Rather, it was in line with the purpose of the exchange meeting that although the heirs of famous military techniques on the continent gathered together, the event ended with them simply competing against each other’s skills.

Compete with the radishes you have honed, realize your shortcomings, and work harder.

That alone was enough of a reason to hold an exchange meeting.

Of course, this was only a superficial reason.

In the first place, the exchange meeting was an event where invisible political battles between countries took place.

The exchange meeting was a place to judge political actions for the next few years by judging how active the personnel belonging to the home country’s academy were at the exchange meeting or the level of cadets from other countries’ academies.

In particular, the significance of the exchange meeting hosted at Demeia Academy was not light.

It was an event where the next successors to the four worlds of military technology gathered in one place.

The fight between the next successors, who are considered the most talented of all talented people, was a battle of pride between the countries they belonged to and a struggle for the future.

They were heroes who would lead the future, and just having those heroes meant that they could exert a great influence on the situation on the continent.

Because of this situation, the news that they met at an exchange meeting immediately spread throughout the continent.

Some say Maium of Spring Shield,

Some say Ethel of the summer window,

Someone said that Autumn Atelanta would have won.

– Oh, of course, it’s Myum from the Spring Shield. If you didn’t get hit by that shield, don’t tell me.

– You idiot, do you know how Ethel of the Summer Window stabs?

– You’re saying something funny. The arrows shot by Atelanta of the Autumn Bow may be hit or knocked down.

They cheered for each other and raised their voices saying that the next successor would win.

Because the next successors were their pride and pride.

However, they intentionally did not list one person’s name.

Gilbert of the Winter Sword.

That name.

They knew instinctively. Since he participated, he would be the final winner of the sparring match.

The reason was simple.

What he has done so far has been like an epic.

As an academy cadet, he suppressed the rebels and fought dozens of giant god soldiers alone.

Not only that, but by signing a peace agreement with Sigurd’s clan, which had been with the empire for a long time, the potential danger was completely eliminated.

It would not be an exaggeration to call what Gilbert did after entering Demeia Academy a feat.

A cadet but a knight.

A knight but also a hero.

That was the current position of Gilbert, who was called the count’s bastard.

***

Gilbert felt the sunlight shining warmly for a long time.

Several months have passed since I woke up in this strange yet familiar place.

He ran with all his might, looking straight ahead, to the point where it would be meaningless to say that he ran without stopping.

The moment I received an ultimatum from the Count of Lithuania and left for Demeia Academy.

I won the tutorial mock admissions competition and unlocked the system for the first time.

From the Resistance incident that suddenly went wrong to saving Brianna, who was originally destined to die.

Of all the other events, none of them were easy. He was so dangerous that he might have already died if his abilities were even slightly lower or if he had played Tactical Combat loosely.

It was a game called Tactical Combat that, no matter how stagnant it was, you could die the moment you made a mistake. It was not at all easy to control a giant god soldier.

Moreover, this was not a game world where you could start over again and again. It was a real world where limbs were blown off and hair branches were cut off at the moment of a near miss.

Moreover, ‘Gilbert,’ rather than Gilbert, possessed by Kang Do-jun, was a character with all kinds of concepts attached just for his fun.

A son of a bitch from a famous count family.

Incorrigible trash.

A flawed characteristic skill.

The person who combined all of that and created a story centered solely on fun and interest was Gilbert.

Because of that, at the beginning of Possession, how much did you suffer from the worst reputation and notoriety that spread widely across the continent?

How many other characters suffered because of the settings behind their characters?

I didn’t think too deeply and cursed myself a lot for creating the character.

Well, that was a thing of the past.

Gilbert felt the wind blowing gently.

Of course, it was still a bit early to make this kind of impression.

When he thought about it, he had not yet found a way to return to the original world, and the remaining main scenarios boasted a higher level of difficulty than all the main scenarios he had cleared so far combined.

Even though I sometimes felt out of breath just thinking about it, it was good for my mental health to take some time off.

There was nothing that could be completed in a short period of time anyway. I had to take my time and move forward slowly, like a marathon.

He might not be able to return and die here, but giving up didn’t suit his temperament.

So take your time and take your time.

But let’s go quietly with an unwavering heart.

Gilbert thought so.

“Gilbert.”

“What’s going on?”

While he was leisurely gathering his thoughts in the academy garden, he woke up to the call of an attendant looking for him.

The clothes he was wearing did not belong to an attendant working at the academy.

The attendant’s clothes were the uniform worn by servants of the imperial family.

“Her Highness the Princess is looking for you.”

”The princess?“

Gilbert expressed his surprise when he heard that Seraphina, his sister-in-law and princess of the empire, was looking for him.

Why did she, whom I had never seen since the exchange meeting, suddenly come looking for me?

Gilbert got up from the bench and straightened his clothes.

“Guide.”

“Okay.”

The servant, who bowed politely but as a servant of the royal family, took the lead and headed towards where Seraphina was.

“Do you know why His Majesty called you?”

“You didn’t say anything special. He simply ordered me to bring Mr. Gilbert.”

“I see.”

It wasn’t every day or two that Seraphina looked for him out of the blue, but this time she was suspicious for no reason.

Maybe it was because Seraphina was suspected of being one of the seekers of the twisted possessiveness of the sub-scenario.

Gilbert organized his complicated thoughts when he saw the student council president’s office where Seraphina was located.

No matter how much he was tied to her as a sister-priest, Serafina was the person closest to the next emperor.

In order to receive her help in the future, I shouldn’t have been hateful towards her.

– smart

“Charge. I brought you Gilbert.”

“Listen.”

Once Seraphina’s permission was given, the door to the student council president’s office, which had been tightly closed, opened.

The student council president’s office had not changed from the days when Gilbert was playing Tactical Combat.

There was some plain-looking furniture that seemed to represent her personality, and various books were neatly placed on the bookshelves.

“Sister’s residence.”

“You’re here. Priest.”

Seraphina was holding a feather pen full of ink, as if she had been processing documents before Gilbert arrived.

In terms of practicality, it was common to shave off all the feathers except the flagpole before using it, but Seraphina was different.

Perhaps to show the dignity of the royal family, she was writing down letters with a very elegant hand using a stylish feather pet.

Even Gilbert was a little impressed by the sight, which looked like it was literally drawn from a painting.

The combination of the sunlight shining through the large window behind her and the feather pen made me think she was like the heroine in a novel.

Actually, if you think about it, it wasn’t entirely wrong since he was a character who was set up as a character in Tactical Combat. The only difference was that this place became reality.

Seraphina opened the door, greeted Gilbert as he came in, and closed the folder. Since it was not an urgent matter that needed to be dealt with right away, it was okay to delay writing it a little later.

“I heard you found it.”

“I originally planned to sing it sooner, but I didn’t have time.”

At Serafina’s gesture, Gilbert sat down on the chair prepared for guests in the office.

Perhaps because it was furniture used to welcome guests, the softness was unusual. I expected that the most expensive thing in this office would be this chair for welcoming guests.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

“If you give it to me, I will be grateful.”

Gilbert realized that the reason Seraphina had called him was to draw her into her faction again. So, he made a deliberate decision to remain neutral once again.

It was Gilbert’s plan to join Serafina’s faction someday. The main scenarios that would happen in the future were quite troublesome unless you became part of her faction and received full support.

But now was not the time. It was still too early to become her sword and come to the fore. For the sake of the upcoming main scenario, it was time for him to appear more neutral.

And the sub-scenario takes forever.

Gilbert looked at Seraphina, who was drinking tea elegantly.

Currently, one of the sub-scenarios forced to accept the seekers of twisted possessiveness was suspected to be Seraphina. I still haven’t figured out exactly what the scenario is, but just looking at the name of the scenario, it doesn’t seem good.

So these days, I’ve been keeping a bit of a distance from Brianna, but I couldn’t even imagine what kind of trouble I would face if I suddenly joined her clique. For now, taking a step back was the best option.

“Hehe. Are you refusing again? I want leisure so desperately, but the priest is always trying to find ways to avoid it.”

“Even so, my loyalty is always to the empire.”

“That sounds like they will only look at Yeo if she becomes an empire.”

Seraphina’s eyes sparkled strangely.

You didn’t touch this wrong, right?

Gilbert suddenly felt chills.

When playing Tactical Combat, Seraphina was always an opponent shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. Not only was her status a status, but her unique aura made her feel that way.

However, the Serafina here was the same but different from the Serafina in the game.

I don’t know if it was the butterfly effect that had become a reality or because it was Gilbert and not Ian, but I felt like her desire for talent had become particularly intense.

Especially those eyes.

The look in his eyes that told him to join the faction at all costs kept bothering me.

Maybe I felt that way more because of the sub-scenario.

“Well, it’s good. I already knew that I couldn’t get it easily.”

“I apologize.”

“No. Rather, I will save it for future enjoyment. Rather, you did not explain why you called the priest here.”

Gilbert straightened his posture. It seemed like the reason why she called him because she was busy had finally come out.

Gilbert, who straightened his back like a student listening to his teacher, listened to Seraphina.

“Do you remember the reward given to the priest?”

“Rewards… . What do you mean?”

prize? Wasn’t there quite a lot?

Gilbert’s mind was busy with unexpected words.

As they used him for propaganda, he received more than one or two awards.

Not only did he receive gold and silver treasures, but he had already been awarded a 5th grade knighthood as an academy cadet.

Although all of this was a political calculation to turn Gilbert into a hero, there was nothing bad about him, so he just took whatever was given to him.

Thanks to that, didn’t that damn reputation disappear before you knew it?

However, when he called me and talked about the reward, it was not easy to understand what he was saying and his intention.

“Priests have a cruel side sometimes. Have you forgotten the greatest reward given to a priest?”

Looking at the way he was lamenting, it seemed like he received something more. Gilbert kept searching his mind for what it was, but nothing came to mind.

“Sorry. It seems like the priest was stupid and forgot.”

“I thought it was perfect, but it was surprisingly dull. Has the priest really forgotten that he gave leisure time to the priest?”

Free time?

After listening to Seraphina’s words, Gilbert was finally able to recall memories he had forgotten.

On the day he met Seraphina after the Academy attack, she granted him the right to spend time with her.

Of course, I had completely forgotten about it until now due to various events and happenings since that day, but does this mean that they are going to give out that reward now?

It was the worst timing for Gilbert, who wanted to create as little distance as possible.

“Looking at your face, it looks like you finally remembered it. It just so happened that she had the time.”

“Priest.”

Hehe, are you looking forward to it?? The same goes for W. But don’t worry, I don’t plan on going like this either. That’s why the two of you won’t be able to spend quality time together.”

Gilbert looked at Seraphina, who was smiling happily, and then turned his gaze to Yannick, who was guarding her, with the feeling of asking for help.

– I’m sorry. There is no way for me.

But Yannick pretended not to notice Gilbert’s gaze and avoided it.

Seraphina was a person who, once she decided, had to do something unconditionally to relieve her senses.

If she started to be stubborn, no one could stop her except the emperor of the empire.

Yannick shook his head ever so slightly, as if to give up.

When Gilbert saw that, he couldn’t help but slightly lower his head.

Princess Seraphina decides to go stealth.