I Became The Academy's Narrow-Eyes

Chapter 80

80 – Messy Man

There are two purposes for Ceylon in this national championship.

One was teasing Huwien.

And another thing was the authority of the winner of the national championship.

The winning side in the representative game can make one request to the losing side.

[Main Quest: Cotyledon of a Promising Hero]

-Achieve 3 stars within a week.

＞Swordsmanship Department: Swordsmanship level 20

＞Ministry of Magic: Magic Level 20

Ceylon judged the main quest to be completely unbreakable by normal methods.

The best way to clear the quest was to enlist Huivien’s help.

And when considering the content of the help requested from Huivien.

To ask for that help, I needed that victor’s authority.

‘after…’

Although there were twists and turns, Ceylon eventually succeeded in securing its rights by winning the representative game.

‘What should I do now?’

the problem is.

It succeeded in securing the authority, but it was not the responsibility of Ceylon to secure the authority.

The representative match is literally a match representing both the swordsmanship department and the magic department.

It is a game where the honor of not only the individuals participating in the silky game, but also the collective is at stake.

Therefore, the authority of the winner in the game also belongs to all groups, not individuals.

It was customary to use the authority of the winner obtained by winning the representative game for the group, not the individual.

However, the request that Ceylon would ask Huivien from now on was only for himself, not for the group.

Ceylon was troubled.

What should I do so that I can monopolize the authority of this victor?

‘Ugh, remorse-…!’

It didn’t feel separate.

In fact, as the winner of the national championship, there were not many demands that could be made to the loser.

It was because of the tacit agreement not to affect each other’s studies.

In the event of a quarrel between the swordsmanship department and the magic department, they would force the other party to apologize.

For a certain period of time, you have to wear a “loser” label on your back.

That much was the representative use of the victor’s authority.

Of course, even that much was an attractive enough reward.

After all, this representative match was a matter of pride.

‘What do we do.’

How can such public goods be used for one’s own self-interest?

How can I coax those prickly classmates into willingly giving up such a common good for themselves?

“Uh… speak quickly!”

How did you interpret the look of Ceylon, which was so troubled?

Huvien urged him with a look of anxiety.

“Hmm, well~”

While Ceylon enjoyed Huivien’s reaction, he continued to think about it with a meaningful expression to make her more anxious.

Shall we pretend that Huivien hastened to say it reflexively?

‘No, that’s not it.’

Persuasion from shareholders was inevitable to ensure there was no backtracking.

Ceylon judged so and said.

“First of all, let’s talk with our classmates.”

uhhh

Ceylon and other freshmen in the swordsmanship department all smiled mischievously.

Ugh-

The faces of the new students of the Ministry of Magic, including Huvien, were all stained with anxiety.

Ceylon turned his back on Huivien and headed towards the swordsmanship camp.

‘Oh oh?’

Ceylon, who had seen the freshmen of the swordsmanship department at a glance, exclaimed inwardly.

‘Is this really them?’

Ceylon recalled the moment immediately after the end of the third round of the entrance exam.

His classmates were looking at him with suspicion and contempt.

Then I remembered the entrance ceremony.

The classmates were staring at him in disbelief.

“…”

Now, they were looking at Ceylon with sparkling eyes.

They were aristocrats before they were uninhabited.

No matter how talented they were, they would not allow themselves to stand above them unless they had both noble origins and extraordinary dignity.

The reaction they showed to Ceylon during the entrance ceremony was a representative example.

Outwardly, they applaud Ceylon as their representative.

But on the inside, I feel humiliated and say, ‘That guy represents us.’

On the surface, it is acknowledged, but in reality it is ignored.

That would have been the maximum evaluation Ceylon could receive from ordinary nobles as a commoner.

But now Ceylon has gone beyond that.

Looking at Ceylon now, on the surface, they had an expression of ‘It’s quite right?’.

And, in the same way, I was thinking, ‘Is it quite right?’

coincidence.

The reason why the motives doubted and ignored Ceylon.

A foolish atmosphere and a lowly origin as a commoner.

It didn’t matter to them anymore.

They were now clearly acknowledging the character of Ceylon, regardless of class.

‘suddenly?’

The feeling itself wasn’t bad.

This will make it much easier to coax them out.

But apart from that, I couldn’t help but feel it suddenly.

That will be too.

Didn’t you already prove it enough in the entrance exam?

In the third test, he defeated Libringer and Kasha Hanahan to take first place.

He won a landslide victory in a duel with Agion Morsi, who had doubts about that, and put an end to the doubts.

Would it change anything if he proved it once again by winning against Huivien there?

That’s what Ceylon himself thought.

There was a clear difference there.

When Ceylon proves itself in the entrance exam.

They were thoroughly outsiders among their peers.

A commoner, not an aristocrat.

His classmates did not regard Ceylon as their own kind.

Therefore, when Ceylon tried to raise their value through proof, it only came to them as meaningless or humiliating work.

But now, Ceylon was representing them as a member of the same swordsmanship club as them.

What Ceylon has now raised its value through proof.

Soon, it was to increase the value of the swordsmanship he belonged to.

It was to enhance the value of the motives belonging to the swordsmanship club.

in short.

Now, the new students of the swordsmanship department had positive feelings for that stupid man who raised their name as nobles despite being commoners.

Even if that feeling doesn’t reach respect.

At least it was certain that it was far from negative emotions.

“CEO! What are you doing blankly! Say something!”

How the hell am I supposed to treat them?

how to beckon

As Ceylon fell silent in his thoughts, one of his classmates readily said,

Then, a cute laugh breaks out among the classmates.

‘What is this?’

Ceylon felt like a nephew bragging about his talents in front of his aunts and uncles on holiday.

‘uh?’

That moment.

There was a brief flash.

Ceylon flashed a realization and raised his hand.

“Everyone, we’ve won.”

Ceylon triumphantly proclaiming victory,

Looking at him, the classmates smiled.

guy.

I’m excited.

cute

Yes, feel good now.

We’ll hang out with you now.

It was a smile as if to say that.

“It’s a victory you made.”

But when Ceylon flashed his raised arm toward them very politely, he said—

“Waaa!!!”

Complex and subtle emotions on the expression change to pure joy.

The nephew is still, but the aunts and uncles are more excited and make a fuss.

‘hahahaha.’

Ceylon smiled inwardly and looked at them.

The flash that had just passed by was now in Ceylon’s hands.

These aristocratic guys.

I thought they were filthy complicated and troublesome guys, but it didn’t seem like that.

At this moment, Ceylon felt like he had some understanding of the nobility.

along with how to deal with them.

“Thanks to all of our alumni who are rated as the best ever. I am fortunate enough to enjoy the undeserved glory of this win. Taking this opportunity, I would like to express my gratitude to all of my respected alumni once again.”

Ceylon bowed politely at them.

The point here is.

It was to thoroughly humble oneself and lift the other person up.

At the same time, it was clumsy but earnestly aristocratic etiquette.

“aaa!!!”

Seeing Ceylon’s unique (?) appearance, they now go beyond pure joy and even express emotion.

“Ceylon bastard…! We are proud of you too!!!”

“Ceylon!!! Raise your head proudly!!! You deserve it!!!”

They cheered with a roar close to screaming.

At that, Ceylon hurriedly raised her head in panic.

“Oops! I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry about? Ceylon!!!”

“No need to be sorry for anything!”

“Your manners weren’t- perfect, but they were great!!!”

“That’s not…”

Ceylon said with a shy expression.

“That’s right. As you said, I shouldn’t bow my head recklessly from now on. I’m a member of the same swordsmanship club as you all. I should be proud and cautious in my actions.”

The point here is.

He was calling himself a member of the swordsmanship club, not the chief or representative.

That alone seems to be enough.

Like that, he was to exalt the other person while bringing himself down again.

“aaa!!!”

“Ceylon!!!”

At such an admirable and admirable appearance of Ceylon, they almost wept now.

“Ceylon! Ceylon!”

They again fell into the crucible of excitement and began to chant the name of Ceylon.

After that, everything went as Ceylon wished.

“So, gentlemen. A request from the Ministry of Magic – what do you think? I’ve been thinking hard, but I think it’s up to you to decide. This victory is entirely thanks to you.”

When Ceylon spoke in a humble manner, Melhen shouted with her eyes wide open.

“What are you talking about Ceylon!!! Is there anyone who thinks the same as Ceylon right now!?”

“no way!!!”

“Hey Ceylon, if it wasn’t for you, no one would have beaten that Leolian!!! Be more confident!!!”

“That’s right! This is actually your victory!!!”

Under Melchen’s enthusiastic response, they became one and cheered Ceylon up.

“hahahaha… Everyone. Thank you very much for saying that, even if it’s just empty words. Anyway, back to the main topic, a request to the Ministry of Magic-“

“It’s an empty word!!!”

Melhen opened his eyes again and interrupted Ceylon.

“Ceylon! I’m not talking empty words!!! This is the victory you achieved! If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t have won the national championship! Am I wrong!?”

“Right!!!”

“So, Ceylon. You deserve the right of the victor. No! No one else deserves the right of the victor! Ceylon! You decide what to do with the Ministry of Magic! At this moment, we are responding to that. I’ll pay attention to you!”

Ceylon was satisfied with Melhen’s ability to catch the wind, but on the outside, she was embarrassed and hit her hand.

“No, Melhen-kun…! What is that-“

The other motives raised their voices at the sight of him stubbornly trying to refuse.

“Right!!! Melchen is right, Ceylon!”

“Seylon, that’s up to you to decide!!!”

“Don’t even think about saying no!!!”

Ceylon felt some kind of nostalgia in the appearance of such motives.

where did you see that

Oh yeah.

Old people who put up their sleeves to newbies.

That’s it.

“No, what is this-“

After that, no matter what Ceylon said, it meant nothing.

As if they had no intention of getting back the victor’s authority that they had put on Ceylon’s sleeve.

I didn’t even think to listen to Ceylon.

“Ha, this is…”

From noble mtl dot com

that’s very good

In the end, Ceylon was left alone with the authority to demand from the Ministry of Magic.

Really unintentionally.

***

“What is this…”

Huvien, who took a step back from the scene of madness and looked at them, was horrified inwardly.

Huvien thought that Ceylon was a man of insidiousness, contrary to his appearance.

That’s how I understood the essence of Ceylon.

From her point of view, Ceylon, who has been entrusted with authority as if pushed by her peers, is-

‘It’s not like I’m teaching you anything…’

It looked like he was playing with the freshmen of the brain muscle honor fool test department on his palm.

Huivien was afraid.

What kind of demands would that insidious man make after being entrusted with authority?

“Miss Huivien?”

Huivien shuddered.

Ceylon stood in front of her and opened his mouth.

“Could you please tell me?”

“…”

Huivien trembled with anxiety and nodded.

Then Ceylon spoke so quietly that only Huivien could hear.

“Tonight at midnight, would you like to come out here? I’ll tell you the rest of the story then.”

Huivian frowned and tilted her head.

It was an unexpected flow.

Why are you suddenly asking for a secret conversation here?

Even at the very late hour of midnight-

what?

for a moment.

Midnight is a very ambitious time.

Conflict between men and women.

“…!”

In an instant, a figure popped up in Huivien’s mind.

It was Adela.

Huivien recalled the appearances of Adela she had seen today.

The image of Adela, who entangled with Ceylon and seduced him.

Adela was a woman who created an alluring atmosphere to the point that even a woman like her could feel itchy somewhere in her body.

Such a woman actively seduces herself.

It was an unbearable situation for a hot-blooded man.

Nevertheless, that man- Ceylon showed a very detached attitude to Adela’s temptation.

‘It’s familiar…!’

That was the answer Huivien came up with, whose imagination was stimulated by a series of situations.

The insidiousness of that man who pretends to be innocent and plays with people will be displayed without fail even in a relationship with the opposite s*x.

By doing that insidious thing, he must have inflicted a spell on many women.

Otherwise, why would attractive women like Adela and Aidrin Miz Kasha be interested in such a foolish man?

such a man

He wanted a private conversation with himself in the late hours of the night.

no.

was forcing

The reason was fixed.

He is trying to extend that magic to himself as well.

All of a sudden, his flimsy, open-eyed expression felt more insidious than ever.

It flicked its long snake-like tongue and looked like it was about to lick its lips.

-Ssssss

Huvien felt goosebumps all over her body and hugged herself.