episode_0172

“Everyone, good work on the exam.”

The second semester midterm exams were over.

Like the first semester, the midterms were written exams.

They covered a wide range of subjects, from basic subjects like language, math, and history to specialized magic courses, so unless you kept up with your studies, a miracle wouldn’t happen.

Effort sometimes betrays you, while giving up never does.

“Kaaaaack—!! The nightmare of the first semester has returned…”

“Behold the end…”

“Wait, my stomach hurts so much—”

“Don’t run away! Fight back!”

Practical exams were something I could manage.

If I possessed the spirit of a devilish instructor, like a trainer yelling, ‘Just one more rep, sir!’, and dragged them by the collar, they would somehow follow along.

But these written exams were beyond my domain.

There was no way I could rummage through their heads and force knowledge into them, so all I could do was study with those who hadn’t given up.

And those who gave up ended up like this.

“Let’s see… Anyone know the water temperature of the Naifrantz River today?”

“Beep—19 degrees.”

“How do you know that, executioner…?”

“Because I must also participate.”

Many, still young and bright, were facing the end of their lives.

But the difference from the first semester was…

“Khahaha, let’s do better together in the next life-!”

“Right-! There’s nothing we can do about what’s already dead, right…”

“But you guys did prepare diligently for the practical exam~ Let’s have a drink~”

Even without my intervention, they had become strong enough to shake off the past exam and prepare for the next.

No one was truly giving up in despair over a mere exam anymore.

The cadets, one by one, slowly checked their scores and turned their gazes towards me.

“By the way, what about Naria’s score…?”

“Kyaaaat- Don’t look! It’s embarrassing—”

“This reaction… could it be…?”

I quickly tiptoed, using my whole body to cover the posted score sheet on the wall.

“Could it be that even Narias failed the exam?”

“Oh my- Why am I crying…”

“Ah, that’s called empathy…”

“Find my name now-!!”

With my limbs spread wide, blocking the bulletin board, the cadets swarmed in to pull me away.

They could all now naturally enhance their bodies using mana, so their strength was surprisingly considerable.

However, if someone pulled a little harder, all I had to do was push my chest towards them.

Then… they would recoil as if they had seen something sacred they should never have seen.

“Che, that’s cheap…!!”

“Get rid of that shameful milk jug right now-!!”

“Kuku… What needs to be removed is your hands and your rotten face-!!”

Even the female cadets couldn’t easily touch me. From among them, someone suddenly popped out.

Thump—

And the hand she extended naturally grasped my chest.

“Agh-”

“I’ll take care of her. Everyone, pounce!!”

Thanks to Yuri, who restrained me in a man-to-man hold, the other cadets easily separated me from the wall.

And the score they checked was…

“Th…this is… what?”

“Oh my- Why am I crying…”

“Ah, that’s called betrayal… Damn it-”

–

Naifrantz Academy First Year, Second Semester Midterm Exam Results

1st Place: 1-A Narias Philbrogue

–

It was slightly different from expectations (laughs).

. . .

“What are you all doing? That deceiver right—”

“What are you going to do?”

“I apologize. I seem to have been a little short-sighted, haha.”

As voices of protest erupted from all sides, I suppressed public opinion by meeting each person face-to-face.

“No fun…”

“Shall I make it fun?”

“Uhahahaha-!! No, it’s too much fun-!! Kiyathoou-!!”

Well, it was a natural result. I had Nix, the world’s foremost magic expert and spirit of knowledge, as my tutor.

Not only that, I also studied diligently. This time, I set various additional goals, so my mindset was different from the first semester.

One was to do my best to reflect on my growth, and the other was to catch someone’s eye.

Through the densely packed cadets, I barely caught sight of Eve sitting.

As always, she was quietly gazing out the window with her chin resting on her hand, then she glanced this way as if noticing my gaze.

But if I waved happily and smiled, it would be an act of trying to approach her like a normal person, so…

I deliberately turned my head away, avoiding her gaze.

“What, where are you looking?”

“You idiot. She doesn’t want to make eye contact with you.”

I’ve now fully mastered the ‘flat-on-my-back’ strategy.

At first, every time I ignored Eve after making eye contact, it felt like I was swallowing hot molten iron.

Now it’s a little less. It only hurts like getting a deepthroat from a baseball bat with nails hammered into it.

It still means my heart hurts like hell.

But I have to endure it. Right now, Eve surely needs time to sort out her thoughts and compose herself.

I… am a woman who knows how to wait…!

“Hey, Narias, are you crying?”

“Yes, yes… Was being first place that delightful?”

“It’s probably because your score is so funny it makes you cry—”

Just like usual, the cadets of 1-A arbitrarily misinterpreted my little actions and freely bickered regardless of who was watching or listening.

Regardless, the status window sent its usual cheerful notification.

Ding-

『[Repeating Scenario: Midterm Exams] cleared.』 『Experience points and rewards will be given.』 『Scenario unlocked: [Main Story Chapter 5: The Leader’s Qualification]』

. . .

When building a house, you start with the land.

Not because of geomancy or superstition, but because you lay the groundwork, firmly establishing the foundation before constructing the framework.

So, someone who aims to be a king should possess the qualifications to stand at the top—no, the qualifications.

Don’t they often call school a microcosm of society?

Because there is a hierarchy, people to whom you must bow, and peers with whom you can stand on equal footing.

You learn firsthand how to interact with people, build relationships, and then you’re thrown into the real world.

To me, the academy is a miniature kingdom.

Like someone born with a super luxurious diamond spoon, the direct descendant of a princess, I came to the academy with the power of Aether, making me a god and invincible.

But just because I’m strong doesn’t mean everyone will follow me.

If I sometimes show a vulnerable side, but still demonstrate a resolute attitude in standing strong…

They’ll believe I’ll overcome any hardship, and…

They’ll be able to trust me.

As my father’s autobiography stated, a king needs a strong heart and a powerful voice to lead everyone.

The decisiveness to make firm decisions, the courage and determination to take responsibility.

So, before I step onto the main stage, I’m learning at the academy.

The qualifications to become a king. The qualifications of a leader who can unite the cadets and lead them powerfully.

The name of this main scenario would also have been imbued with such meaning.

Now that I know the identity of the consciousness enshrined in the status window, I can guess what thoughts determine my scenario.

If not, acting only as the system dictates is a passive and reactive attitude.

However, as I had a serious conversation with my mother, it ultimately shows me the best path according to what I desire, doesn’t it?

Therefore, the order is wrong. It’s not that I move according to the scenario, but that the scenario is created as I move.

I write my own story.

In that sense—

“…Why did you come.”

—I visited the Aither Temple.

“Can’t I come?”

As usual, the saint who welcomed me at the main gate hid a darker secret within her dark nun’s habit.

She was a busty saint; the size of her chest instantly revealed how diligently she’d been praying lately.

“…Haven’t they gotten bigger?”

“I’ve been busy… so busy.”

I raised a question mark above my head.

“What does that have to do with being busy?”

“Well, I haven’t been able to properly relieve myself…”

“Is it my fault again?”

“…Euh.”

Trailing off, Tier blushed, twisting her legs. The slits in her long robes began to curl around her crotch.

Apparently, breast size reflects other factors as well.

As a naive child, I can simply think that bigger breasts mean they’re packed with more juice within.

Anyway.

“So, what have you been so busy with?”

“After That Incident… the head priest is practically absent. They occasionally appear to deal with backlog, but until then we have to somehow prevent things…”

They say even Hell can become a paradise with double the effort.

Does that crazy loser still have a grudge over That Incident? I should be dragging him down, but I express my respect to the Aither Temple priests who silently carry out their duties.

Truly, the strongest power is the power of religion. Historically, in times of upheaval, faithful monks rise to the occasion.

A strong spirit forged by faith (physics) reflects on the body and is fittingly described as ‘invincible kindness.’

Anyway, after changing her mood with praise instead of insults. I went inside the temple with Tier.

“So, what’s your business.”

“Aren’t you coming to the Aither Temple for support during the end-of-semester exams for this second semester? I picked up the relevant documents, and there are a few things I’d like to request.”

As a princess, I could just gently coax her with my looks, but to have her as an attendant with my academy student status, I need a legitimate excuse.

For that, I played a bit of a dirty trick on Ria.

‘What? No. Why should I entrust such an important task to someone like you?’ ‘Princess so-and-so—’ ‘Hmph… Just this once.’

Using words that are absolutely unspeakable, I threatened her, receiving the task of delivering documents for an arrangement with a saint. Then, if I manage to get acquainted with the saint in the process, taking their assistance in training for the inter-class competition sounds natural.

“Hng… If it’s that, then okay.”

“You don’t look okay? Or did you expect something else?”

“…Just shut up.”

Come to think of it, I said earlier that I would give her time to think about me. This sudden visit seems like I’m pressuring her for an answer.

“I meant to give you plenty of time… Or have you already decided?”

“No, so stop this…”

Let’s not rush. Like with Eve, I’m a deep woman who can wait forever.

I have to finish Tier’s business first.

“You’ll help with this problem, right?”

“Yeah. Wasn’t that why you brought me inside?”

“That’s right, but… Kyaah-”

I don’t know about the work. If we’ve met, shouldn’t we release the built-up tension?

I immediately lifted her into my arms, holding her close.

“Is a dildo not enough?”

“Hey, wait… I’m on duty, eugh…”

“You’re on duty—”

She says no with her mouth, but her body relaxes in my arms. She turns her head away in embarrassment, but her blushing cheeks are fully exposed.

And most importantly.

Chuuphut- Chup-

“You’re on duty, yet you’re this wet?”

“Aaugh…”

Her habit was already drenched in love juice. If it were light-colored, it would have been immediately noticeable, but did they make it dark for this?

Tier tightly grasped my collar and buried her face in my chest.

“But… the moment I smelled your scent, my body heated up and couldn’t calm down…”

“What scent?”

Her face was so red it looked like it would explode. She bit her lip hard, then.

Trembled from her back, barely whispering.

“Your… cock scent…♡”