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“Move the log according to the command. The use of magical power is prohibited.

Moving to the left on one is the spirit, moving to the right on the two is unity.

One.”

“Spirit.”

“Two.”

“Unification Day… ”

April 13th at 11am. An empty lot to the east of Blue Dragon Dormitory.

50 64th class students whining and holding logs.

At the front of the clearing, Carl Knizia and Tangaroa stood with their backs to each other, supervising the first graders, and González Marín sat on a chair between them.

González glared coldly at the 64th class and began chanting again.

“One.”

“A regular person… ”

“One.”

“A regular person… ”

“Unification Day… Wow!”

Emily quickly closed her mouth, but she had already shouted the wrong slogan.

The sighs of her classmates burst out behind her.

“Don’t be quiet! Who opens their mouth while cheering!”

Carl shouted and the first graders fell silent again, but González didn’t seem to have any intention of letting it end there.

“Emily Sigma. Come out.”

“Sorry… ”

“Who said you wanted to hear me say sorry? Come out.”

Emily got out from under the log and headed towards the seniors.

“Emily Sigma.”

“6… 64th Emily Sigma… ”

“Who is the 64th team getting a group cheer for right now?”

“It’s because of me… ”

“You must have clearly heard that playing the Romantic Age is prohibited.”

“Yes.”

“But I secretly asked a 4th grade senior to get permission to participate and entered the competition, and as if that wasn’t enough, I ended up losing to a 0th grade Baekyang student and came back! And yet you are the grade representative!”

“Sorry… ”

“That’s it, bow down… ”

“Woo… Ugh… ”

Physical exhaustion due to training for over an hour.

Mental exhaustion caused by a mixture of guilt, regret, and betrayal.

Emily Sigmar’s internal organs had already reached their limit.

“Uweeeek!”

“Aaagh!”

She vomited out the liquid in her stomach, and González, who was sitting there, had no choice but to be struck by lightning.

The blue uniform was dirty and contaminated with vomit.

“Fuck! You crazy bastard!”

Gonzalez jumped up and kicked Emily, causing her body to roll around like a rag doll.

Cleo, who was carrying a log, stuck her head out and looked ahead.

A 3rd grade representative who goes on a rampage. And the two second graders exchanging looks with their lips and beaks clenched and their fists clenched.

González, still angry, ran towards the fallen Emily and tried to kick her.

“Let’s stop there, González.

You know that in Cheongryong, even if it’s allowed, beating is prohibited.”

Everyone looked at the place where the sound came from.

The subtle scent of oak tree soothes the foul smell of vomit.

The 4th grade representative, Blue Dragon Dormitory Head Bela Moushin, was there.

With a huge claymore on his back.

“… Senior Belamousin.”

González bowed, but he neither bowed nor showed any respect in his voice.

Belamousin also responded with a light gesture, then looked at the first graders and said:

“That’s enough. Put down the log.”

Finally, just as the 64th class was about to unload the log with a sigh –

“Don’t lower the log.”

González’s instructions are sharp. The first graders barely managed to lift the log that was about to fall.

“Down.”

“Don’t take it down.”

“This is what I, the dormitory director, am saying. Get down.”

“The person who gives me this spirit is me! Don’t get off!”

First graders are torn between two conflicting messages.

In the corner of Cleo’s vision, who didn’t know what to do, Tangaroa’s hand gesture came into view.

Get out.

yes?

Get out.

As she let go of the log and came to the side, several students followed suit.

Soon, the escape procession became a huge stream, and even the loyal first graders who tried to stay in line until the end had no choice but to escape, unable to withstand the weight of the log.

González glared at the first graders, but yelling at them now wouldn’t change anything.

He turned his anger towards Belamousin.

“What are we going to do with this, senior?”

“What?”

“Why do you keep breaking convention and interfering in the affairs of third graders?”

“I’m not sure what you’re saying because I interfered.

I have never interfered with the 62nd’s legitimate instructions. They only blocked unfair orders.

The person who caused the panic is exhausted, so is there any need for the others to continue?

“In Cheongryong, there is something called joint responsibility. Even the first graders couldn’t stop Emily from going astray like this-”

“Wow… ”

When González nudged Emily with his foot, her stomach became irritated, so she grabbed the nearest object she could see and vomited at the nearest point.

Unfortunately, the ‘object’ was Gonzalez’s leg, and the ‘spot’ was his shoes and socks.

“Ugh! Fuck!”

Carl Knizia rolled over and looked at the sky, trying to hide his red face.

Tangaroa snorted and clutched his belly with his webbed arms.

While the rest of the first graders were trying to hold back their laughter, the only person who could laugh openly was Belamousin.

“Haha! That’s why I told you to stop catching kids.”

“Huh. Didn’t this all happen because you gave that bastard, Emily, a permit to compete?”

“The decision of the 62nd class is.”

Belamousin paused and then continued speaking.

“The 61st group is not detained.”

“But the grades below that are detained! The 63rd and 64th classes cannot attend the competition!

You should have written the permit to the seniors of the 61st class, or at least showed off a smart kid-”

“I think there is some misunderstanding.”

He shrugged and said.

“I was just answering questions from the student council.

When asked to point out the person among the Blue Dragon members who seems to be the best at the Romantic Age.

So, I told you the ranking of the talented people I think.

Emily was also included in that list, but I never once pointed her out as the Blue Dragon representative.”

A clever pun. González turned his head toward Tangaroa.

“Tangaroa. Is that true?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Why didn’t you report it to me?”

“I guessed that senior Bella Mousin would have delivered it to you. Sorry.”

Tangaroa’s role is to serve as a bridge between the student council and Blue Dragon.

Since Belamousin is also the representative of the Blue Dragon, I fulfilled my duty by reporting to him.

Even if that’s the case-

“Then why are you like Emily-”

“Gonzales. Emily wasn’t very high on my list. Was it 11th?

The above were all students who played Romantic Age a lot, and Emily was included as a courtesy because she was a first-year student.

If you hadn’t banned the Romantic Age, someone more talented would have represented the Blue Dragon.

So, well, you are also responsible for Blue Dragon’s disgrace.”

Gonzalez’s eyes narrowed.

This is not the level of avoiding responsibility. He’s blatantly trying to swindle himself.

“Senior. Enough of that bullshit.”

“Huh.”

Belamousin pulled out a claymore.

Water magic began to gather in Gonzalez’s left hand, and sea magic began to gather in his right hand.

“Gonzales Marin. Is it the worst?”

“It’s the worst and the worst, and you have to say something that makes sense to be heard.

Do you think I don’t know their intention to crush the alumni competition?”

The two sides got closer step by step.

A first-year student who can’t even breathe due to the confrontation between the two grade representatives.

The moment when González and Belamousin became so close that they had no choice but to move –

“Stop!”

The one who appeared from the back door of the dormitory was Blue Dragon Housemaster Abarion.

When the dark elf professor appeared, they both hurriedly lowered their weapons and bowed politely.

“Professor.”

“What’s all the fuss about? It’s a good idea to encourage freshmen, but wouldn’t it go too far and end up causing people to vomit?

Aren’t the 3rd year and 4th year representatives confronting each other with the intent to kill each other?”

“Professor. May I explain?”

González opened his mouth, but Abarion frowned and waved his hand.

“Gonzales. First, go in, change your clothes, take a shower, and then come back.”

“Ah… I understand.”

When González came back after washing and showering, Belamousin had already finished explaining the situation.

The grade representative desperately defended his position, but the housemaster did not seem to be listening carefully.

After the explanation was over, Abarion looked at both sides in turn and shook his head.

“The way I see it, I don’t think this problem can be solved just by taking both of your positions.”

“Ah, yes. In that case, the testimony of a third party-”

“Gonzales.”

“Yes.”

“Call all the kids together.”

“Professor, why-”

“We need to spend time communicating.”

Communication time.

Wish repair.

Write a letter from the heart.

González’s face turned pale when he realized what that meant.

30 minutes later, 200 Cheongryong students gathered in the cafeteria and were distributed paper and pencils.

“This absurd incident where the 3rd grade representative and the 4th grade representative fight each other shows how much communication is lacking in our Blue Dragon!

Your anonymity will be guaranteed, so feel free to write down whatever you want to say, even if it is unrelated to this situation!”

A first-year student who is hesitant and cautious.

A second-year student pondering what to write.

A third grader whispers, asking what kind of situation this is.

A 4th grader who was forced to wake up on a weekend morning and looked like he had chewed shit.

The outcome was fixed.

Gonzalez is the type of person who does things for his own prestige.

Belamousin is a type of person with little presence who only associates with seniors in the alumni association.

It was obvious which side would accumulate more resentment.

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“Representative González ran like a tiger and yelled at the new students when they left something, and made them eat it all.

There are cases where students who cannot eat peanuts force themselves to eat them and their faces turn red, and there are also students who already ate but ended up throwing up while eating a second meal… ”

That evening, Belamousin and Rose, who had infiltrated the administrative office, were enjoying the joy of victory while reading the letters of their hearts.

“Representative González uses his own poop- Wow. I can’t read this because it’s dirty.

Looking at this, it’s Ebi’s font from 4th grade, so it’s probably a fabrication, right?”

“Maybe? This is Tangaroa font.

Representative Gonzalez is selfish in banning the Romantic Era.

He was dissatisfied when his model’s stats were low, and it has nothing to do with the actual depiction of the blue dragon… ”

The dorm leader chuckled, shaking the leaves in his hair.

“This is the end for Gonzalez.”

“Isn’t it difficult to be cut from the grade representative at this level?”

“What does it matter? From now on, I won’t be able to show my face at class reunions.

No one would want to follow the romantic era ban anymore.

By the way, Rose, how on earth did you roast and boil the Abarion housemaster?”

“Keep that a secret.”

Belamousin looked puzzled for a moment, but then shrugged his shoulders and began reading the next letter.

“This was written by Emily.”

“Look where you are.”

“CEO Gonzalez is a very bad person… ”

González’s misdeeds span nearly ten pages. But the letter didn’t end there.

“And Rose senior is also bad. He clearly said that he had received permission from CEO Belamousin, but in reality, the CEO claimed otherwise and said that he had never given permission. Even though I was cheered for participating in the competition, he didn’t even show his nose… ”

“I have to deal with this.”

Rose picked up the pages and stuffed them in her pocket.

“Now, let’s clean up and come out. Because I don’t want people to know I’m in the administration office.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll go first. I have work to do.”

After parting ways with Belamousin, she did not head to her room, but to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

After confirming that no one was around, Rose took out a match and lit the candle.

Soon after, a white dove landed on the rooftop railing.

“Rose water. Is there something to report?”

“I finished the work you asked me to do.”