I Killed the Academy Player

karma(1)

2nd year liberal arts class. It was a time when I had just finished my in-depth herbal medicine practice class and was waiting for the general education class I would take in the same classroom.

“Whoaam~”

Lark sighed and stretched as if he were tired.

“Didn’t you sleep? You looked tired all day.”

“I’m studying for exams… My second-year major is harder than I thought.”

What a nerdy guy. I was about to tell him to go to sleep, but Jaeger chuckled.

“Do you think your grades will improve if you cram? You should take the test based on your usual ability, dude.”

“Shut up last place for 10,000 years.”

“I don’t know~ I’m going to become an adventurer when I graduate.”

Anyway, this is ignorant, Lark clicks his tongue. The guy immediately shifted his gaze to me as well.

“Corrine, don’t you study?”

“On this point, I agree with Jaeger. Test scores are based on your usual skills.”

“Wasn’t your grades in the upper middle range? You don’t study at all, but I think you have the brain to study at that level.”

“I’ll forget it all later anyway. I got good grades in the first place, so why would I use it?”

“Well, you are the next special express.”

Even if I do a crappy job on the written exam, if I make up for it in the practical exam, my score will be at the upper-middle level.

There was no need for any more grades than that. I have no way to become smart like Lark.

“But you’re unlucky.”

“Cluck cluck…! If you mess up, you too will become a first-class guardian.”

Jaeger also giggles. This guy is also a skilled person who achieved level 2 knighthood around summer vacation this year. I feel like it doesn’t matter if my grades suck.

Two out of three people are not interested in the test. Naturally, the topic continued to the next point.

“Isn’t the fall harvest festival being held at the academy this year?”

“Because it was a festival last year.”

Fall Harvest Festival.

It is a festival period that celebrates the harvest of agriculture in every culture.

Unlike the festival, which is an exchange with other academies that takes place once every two years, the Harvest Festival is held every year on a nationwide scale.

Since there is no festival this year, the Academy seemed to be focusing its entire administrative efforts on the harvest festival.

“Who will be this year’s fall lady?”

Oh, come to think of it, there was something like that. Jaeger twitched as if he was looking forward to it.

“hehehe, I’m looking forward to it. But how do you select this neighborhood?”

“Hmm? The selection method is different for each region?”

Wasn’t that a beauty contest?

“It’s different! In the city we lived in, I became the person with the most children that year.”

“Oh, what about Lark?”

“We had a popular vote. The Women of Autumn candidates rode around the city in fancy carriages and were decided by how many flowers they received.”

It seems that the selection of the Woman of Autumn differs depending on the region. Since it is a national festival, there must be differences.

“That’s what it was like at the Academy. It’s similar to a popularity vote, but the system is a bit unique.”

“That’s right, I’ve heard that too. Merkava’s selection of the Lady of Autumn is unique.”

Lark agreed as if he had heard of it, and Jaeger asked what it was.

“How different is it?”

“The Women of Autumn are chosen on the very last day of the festival, and there are ribbons given to those who come in first, second, and third place in the competitions held before that. Those are given as gifts to the Women of Autumn participants.”

It was also a quest in the main scenario. If the player was a female, she had to campaign or perform well to be selected as the Lady of Autumn, and if the player was a male, she had to win at least one competition and present it to the heroine.

“Hunting contests, cooking contests, auctions, knights of the year, magic fairs, cross-dressing contests, tournaments, bizarre trials…”

“There are a lot.”

“The competitions each department can participate in are limited.”

Jaeger thought about the competitions I told him about and then asked a question.

“Aren’t you going to the tournament? Honestly, I think you could chew up the whole thing.”

“So no.”

“Yes?”

A tournament is literally a gathering of students, regardless of whether they are knights or wizards, and they compete against each other in a tournament format.

It was a simple competition in which the winner of the final received a plaque and prizes, and in fact, players also participated.

In the previous round, I went out and won, but now participation itself is ‘not allowed’.

As I was trying to explain the reason, someone approached me.

“What are you talking about, brother?”

It’s a column. She also said hello to Jaeger and Lark.

“I was just trying to tell you about the tournament rules.”

“Ah… that’s a nuisance to us.”

Yeager responds to Ran’s words by asking what he is talking about.

“Why are you angry here?”

“Last year, you participated in the Painter Festival Tournament and you were all chewed up. Since then, there has been talk, even unofficially, about refraining from participating in competitions such as special tournaments.”

This is a story that also appears in game scenarios.

“Ran, is there a competition you want to enter?”

“Um, I’m talking about a cooking competition.”

“Sales party? Or cookout?”

For reference, a sales meeting refers to the student store that posted the highest sales, and a cooking meeting refers to one that receives high evaluations from judges in a cooking competition.

“Cooking party! I practiced cooking a lot because I wanted to feed my brother!”

“Keuhum…!”

“You envious bastard…”

Jaeger and Lark each say something in response to Ran’s refreshing remark. Let’s just ignore it.

“But it’s a tournament… If it’s like the original, the prize for winning the tournament is a bit disappointing.”

I saw Alisha sleeping face down next to me. Just like me, Alicia’s written grades are crap, and her practical grades are top notch.

“Alisha, Ma. Wake up.”

“Hmm? Corin?”

I wiped the corner of the mouth of the guy who was drooling while he was dozing off and said to the half-asleep guy.

“You should participate in the tournament.”

“Why?”

“I want to have the winning prize.”

“Uhm… I will.”

Alisha nods her head in a half-asleep state.

Okay, Arisha, who awakened in the final battle with the Sword Demon, is, to say the least, a semi-special character.

He’s not the type to show up in a high-profile case like me, and even unofficially, he’s treated as first-class.

The win is certain.

The gazes of Jaeger and Lark, as well as the classmates who were concentrating on this conversation, became strange.

– Swallow chick.

– Pillar West Room.

It was a look I decided to endure now.

“Korean~ I brought snacks!”

The person approaching from the classroom door is none other than Marie. As usual, she brought a basket full of boiled potatoes and greeted everyone, but was the first to run to me.

“Sir, do you have sugar?”

“Okay then! Just wait!”

Marie puts down a basket in front of her desk and takes out boiled potatoes, mashed potatoes, and French fries.

As soon as we put down the sugar and ketchup, a full set of potato snacks was ready.

“Eat everyone! The potatoes are really good today! You’ll choke, so drink the juice here!”

“”thank you!””

Everyone is familiar with Marie’s packing of potatoes because it didn’t happen yesterday or today. Alisha, who had fallen asleep, also woke up to the smell of delicious potatoes.

The delicious smell of potatoes wafting through the classroom. It was a time when everyone ate a potato each.

“That’s right, Senior Marie. Are you participating in Woman of the Fall this year?”

“huh?”

That’s what someone said. Marie grinned and scratched her cheek.

“I don’t really have any thoughts. I was always busy during the harvest festival. When I was a freshman, I was more interested in other things.”

Well, the basis of the harvest festival is a festival to give thanks for the harvest. For Dunaref’s daughter, who is in charge of the continent’s lifeline, the Lady of Autumn may have been a boring topic.

“Actually… before I came to the Academy, I was selected every year when I was in the South…!”

“oh···.”

Let’s stop discussing the fairness of selection. I wonder if there were any options other than Marie in the south.

Since there are no players this year, it is unclear who will be. They would usually be heroines.

“Corrin dongsaeaeaeang!”

suddenness.

Talk! And a saint who was distinguishable just by her presence appeared.

“Saint…”

“You call me sister?”

Estelle rushed over and hugged me, whether the other students were watching or not.

“Others see it…”

“What does it matter? Were you bored while your sister was gone? Shall we play with her after class today?”

“Don’t you have anything to do?”

“Because I’m a returning student! Everyone is afraid of me!”

It’s a national rule that returning students are treated like scary people, but your situation might be a little different.

Who could treat Estelle, the princess and saint of this country, comfortably?

“That’s right, little brother! Look at this!”

Estelle suddenly handed me a piece of paper. I looked at it with puzzled eyes.

“Are you participating in Women of Autumn? In Merkava?”

“Yes, yes! My sister is going to go out and wipe everything out!”

“······No, shouldn’t we return to the Holy Land during your harvest festival?”

Estelle is a saint. Of course, she is no longer a pure religious saint, but that was her public stance.

As a saint, shouldn’t she appear at events at the shrine and give blessings to believers who gather to see her?

Especially right after they turned the church upside down with a complete purge.

Now that the pope and cardinals have broken the earthen pot, Estelle’s task as the de facto only religious leader is enormous.

“So, I’ll be back at the end of the Harvest Festival! I’ll spend four days at the sacred site and come back on the last day when the Lady of Autumn is chosen!”

“Is that physically possible… Lady Josephine said she would do it?”

“Have we become friends these days?”

That would be possible. Well, it’s Estelle, one of the core of our future plans. Lady Josephine was also quite active in helping her.

“Anyway, congratulations? Actually, I think it’s a bit unmannered to enter a competition like this as a saint.”

If Estelle wins, isn’t she practically guaranteed to win? She is a saint and a princess.

“Little brother Corin, are you going to give me a ribbon?”

“Well… I have to enter the competition to get the ribbon?”

It also has to be in at least the top 3.

“Yes. So, enter a competition, win, and give me a golden ribbon.”

“It’s annoying…”

This harvest festival was just a plan to have fun and eat. There are things I have to do with Master on the last day.

“Ah, please do it! I mean, do it! Are you sulking?

“Ugh, saint! Sister! In front of the kids! In front of the kids! This is a scandal!”

“Then take responsibility and marry me!”

-You damn bastard.

-Even the saint!

-I want to kill him. Please God! Give me the strength to punish that ruthless man!

My evaluation won’t go up until I graduate…

“Saint.”

“Huh? Marie junior?”

Although they were in the same grade, Estelle, who was obviously a senior since she was a returning student, glanced at Marie.

“Corrin doesn’t like it.”

Oh, Marie. Yes, if you become Marie, the princess of the Southern Potato Empire, you can say a word to Estelle, the saint and princess!

“No? You don’t hate it? Right~ Corin’s younger brother.”

“No, it’s not like that──”

“Corin, you have to speak clearly. Those in high positions will impose their opinions if you do not speak clearly.”

“uh······.”

Marie’s gaze is somehow cold. The view is that the answer is predetermined, so all you have to do is say it.

“Hmm~”

Estelle’s gaze intersects with Marie’s. Surprisingly, the two people have the same expression.

The mouth is smiling, but the eyes are not smiling!

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In a harsh atmosphere. Marie said to me right away.

“Corin, I also want to participate in the Woman of Autumn.”

“Huh? I said I’m not interested in you…”

“Of course you’re going to give me a ribbon, right?”

······yo. this.

Not only me but also those around me were filled with astonishment. Because he was openly challenging the saint.

“Brother Corin.”

and.

“Mr. Corrin.”

The challenger is.

“I want to go out too.”

“I’ll submit the application and come back.”

It wasn’t just one person.

“uh?”

An incident occurred.

Like the calm before the storm that foretells a major event.

“Oppa, will you give it to me?”

“Mr. Corrin, I look forward to it.”

Huh?

This is how it works?

“Ugh, I don’t know what to do.”

“It was going to explode someday.”

Jaeger and Lark shook their heads and made expressions of satisfaction.

Is that… messed up?

* * * *

A faculty meeting discussing the upcoming fall harvest festival.

At a gathering where everyone from the academy’s lowest-ranking assistant professor to senior professor Josephine and board president Erin were gathered, Erin just blankly listened to the professors.

“It’s the last day of this harvest festival.”

The disciple’s face is still vivid. An enchanting night when our handsome student caressed the back of my neck and put a necklace on me.

“Can you stay with me that night?”

I asked him to stay with me. why?

Why at midnight on a holiday? Pick the day on which there is a rumor that if you spend it together you will get married?

‘P-propose?’

Oh, no! I am the teacher, and you are the student!

-move···.

But if the student confesses his love to me, wouldn’t Corinne be hurt if he rejects the confession?

-This…Jang…!

This shouldn’t happen. Just imagining that child being hurt and sullen made Erin feel as if her heart was being torn apart.

So should I accept it?

‘I have an age difference…’

It was he who had lived for thousands of years. Although it is a special situation, how can you deal with a young man who is barely 20 years old?

“Chairman!”

“Huh?! Clara? Oh, w-what’s going on?”

Erin was startled by Josephine knocking on her and speaking to her, so she started talking in gibberish.

“I know you’re tired from too much work, but please concentrate on the meeting.”

“Uh, uhm… I understand, Head Professor Josephine.”

scolded.

Josephine’s gaze contained a rebuke telling her to do better, although she understood why.

Erin collapsed like a crumpled leather ball.

“Rather than that, shouldn’t we decide sooner?”

The person who brought up the topic was Professor Augen of the Department of Knight Studies. Professor Edgar, the career path director of the Department of Magic, also agreed.

“It’s time to have a chat with the female faculty members. How about Professor Rulara?”

“I participated 4 years ago and it was the same year. It is good manners for winners not to participate repeatedly.”

“I see. Then, for the same reason, Head Professor Josephine won’t be accepted, and among us…”

Edgar’s eyes turn to Professor Dana. She shook her head and refused.

“It’s hard! There’s a lot to prepare for this magic expo! We have to submit research results, and if we can’t find a research sponsor this time…!”

Professor Dana, who has been living a poor life due to the King of Cheolsan incident that occurred last year, looks desperate.

It was at that time that Erin, who could not figure out who the meeting was about, was trying to secretly ask Josephine for help.

“How about the Chairman leaving?”

Surprisingly, the person who said that was old man Harmon Welsch. The lanky, muscular old professor was casting his gaze towards Erin.

“What? Me?”

“Yes, it seems like the chairman is the only faculty member eligible to participate in this ‘Woman of Autumn’?”

Professor Augen agreed with Old Man Harman’s words, and Professor Edgar agreed.

“Oooh, that’s a good idea!”

“Certainly… with the Chairman’s beauty, there’s a good chance you could become this year’s fall lady.”

A meeting that goes smoothly. Erin, without a doubt, became a faculty member participating in this year’s Woman of the Fall.

“Well… I’ll try my best.”

Although it happened unexpectedly, Erin had high hopes. It was a natural expectation.

‘Corin… is she going to give me a ribbon?’

The beginning that predicted catastrophe was approaching.