Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the S

Episode 94: Senior Rebecca's Secret

Head to the horticulture department.

I managed almost everything during the summer break. The members seem to be busy as nobles, so they took the initiative.

While I was home, Senior Deena, and Senior Rebecca were also watering, changing fertilizers and other tasks.

Currently, many in the horticultural department are nearing the end of their summer holidays but have not yet returned to their dormitories.

This means unlocking and managing plants and cleaning indoors as usual.

Apart from the cleaners, this room is always kept clean, so Senior Deena told me I don't need to do it every time, but I'll still do the least I can.

(10) When you hold the Broom, collect the dust and dust that remains in one place, put it in the dust collection, and then dump it in the trash.

When I close the trash bag mouth, I take it to the trash dump and I wonder if today's activities are over... I feel uncomfortable.

─ ─ Is the bookshelf out of position?

That's just close to intuition.

I wouldn't care about this if it were supposed to be, and I would normally ignore it. But I'm really curious, so I'm gonna stand in front of that bookshelf.

"... has not changed position"

And I'll crouch on the spot. Then there were traces of dragging.

And there were traces of ink stains there.

"Wait, this is..."

Organize your thoughts by daring to speak up.

Dragged marks under the bookshelf. And a trace of ink.

It wipes off thoroughly and beautifully, but at close range, I could understand that that was a sign that the ink was spilled.

And what I recall is what Senior Rebecca said and did.

Seniors, that day...... rushed out to hide something when I went indoors. And all that's left is traces of ink.

"There's still something about this."

I started acting like a detective to solve this mystery.

The first thing I care about is this bookshelf. How could there be any drag marks in the first place? Dragging means that there are people moving this bookshelf.

Maybe this is......

My past experience reminds me of hidden doors. During the Battle of the Far East, I discovered many hidden doors during my mission. And there's a hidden room spread behind the bookshelf... and that's not zero chance either.

So I decided to move this bookshelf by force first...

"... don't move, do you? Is it fixed with something?

If you mean it, you can do it more with the intention of destroying it than with the intent of destroying it, but you can also go for doing that to a boulder. So when I take out some of the books on the bookshelf, I check them out.

But assuming someone uses this on a daily basis... the male line will disappear. I'm the only man who can get into the horticulture department right now.

I mean, if you think about the woman's height and look inside......

"There it is. I see."

Found traces of magic in the right corner of the center, not on the shelf. It was in the form of a six-mounted star. Perhaps if we pour in the first material, Prima Materia, it will start.

And I poured in a small amount of the first ingredient, Prima Materia...

I made a noise and the bookshelf started spinning.

"Stairs?"

Hiding behind the bookshelf was a staircase. That also leads to the stairs underground. Beyond that, only darkness has spread, and normally you would hesitate to enter.

But now I'm ahead of curiosity, and it could be dangerous.

You can't risk your seniors in the horticulture department.

I went down the stairs with a certain sense of purpose.

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"Is there a light, something quite dim apparently..."

The lights are slightly lit as I go down the stairs. Definitely someone uses it on a daily basis. And I'll be right at the end of the line.

But even if it's a dead end, there's a door. Apparently, the keyhole exists, maybe it's locked.

"First..."

In the meantime, I'll try to turn the door knob around at no good source.

Then he made a rattling noise, and the door opened. It doesn't seem to be locked.

And it's in my sight...

"Oh? Is that Mr. Deena? I'm not planning on coming today... what? Huh?"

The interior is bright.

Unlike the dim stairs, the lights were well lit. Besides that, there's an L-shaped long desk and multiple chairs there.

On the desk the paperwork was spread, and in front of it… there was a woman.

My knowledgeable, very helpful senior.

"Senior Rebecca, is it?

Why, are you asking in questionable form?

There's a reason for that, of course.

Because seniors were dressed like ruffled red sleeping rolls, wearing glasses that they didn't usually wear.

My hair was roughly far from Senior Rebecca, who cluttered up behind me and was roughly always beautifully dressed.

Still, the prototype remains solid.

In front of you is definitely Senior Rebecca.

But how did you get here...?

And when Senior Rebecca, who is pokant, stood up from his chair, making sure that a piece of paper flowed into my hand and fell.

Pick it up and look through and there it is......

"Cartoon? No, is this a comic book?

It is a famous story that the advent of hard copy printing has led to the worldwide spread of the book. Yesterday, however, it is... new to my memory that something comic has appeared in the public.

You said you were going to write a picture and put a line on it? I'm not familiar with your culture, but I do think Carol had a couple of books with that hand.

And what was depicted there was what the two men were holding each other as if they were intertwined. Plus it says a line.

"I've loved you for a long time...? Senior Rebecca, what's this?

"Ugh, wowwwwwwwwwwww!!

Senior Rebecca abusively took the paper when he ran desperately towards me.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

My breathing is rough. That wouldn't have been caused by just another run. Obviously, I can see you're upset.

"Senior, what does this mean? Could this room also be what Senior Rebecca is doing...?

"Ugh! I'm not, Mr. Ray! This is for a reason!!

"What is it?

"Ah... uh... uhhh... when I get here, I guess I'll have to talk to you"

Senior Rebecca drops her shoulder and sits again so that she is refracted (crumbed) by the chair. And the seniors urge me to sit in the remaining chair, so I sit in the indicated chair too.

"Well first...... where shall we talk from"

"What the hell is this room?

"This room, right? Actually, they say it's a hidden room that's been around for a long time. Even so, it looks like it was made because the head of the first horticulture department had a plant he wanted to sneak up on..."

"I see. So now, you think Senior Rebecca's making use of it?

"Oh, the... yes. Yes..."

Bright red in the face, leaning senior. It was stained bright red to the ears as well as the face. Were you so embarrassed by that?

As far as I'm concerned, I just learn to respect Senior Rebecca for her artistic activities...

"This room has been taken over by the head of the horticulture department for generations, or something like that... but it hasn't been particularly used until now."

"But why is Senior Rebecca using this place?

"Oh, that!!

"Maybe to do some work on the comics we have here?

"Ugh... well, yes..."

"Don't you do it at home? If you're going to write a comic book, it's better there than here."

"That's because... I'm embarrassed. Besides, I'm sure if my family finds out, it's going to be a problem. I'm sneaking around... no..."

"I see. Really?"

I guess there are circumstances. I kind of figured out the background. It may involve some shame that you do see what you create.

With that in mind, my eyes are drawn to the paper that Senior Rebecca is collecting.

"Mi, don't look at it. Yikes!

Senior Rebecca says that in a hurry. But I really wanted to see it. That one page alone makes me wonder.

"Can't you? Earlier paintings were very wonderful. Seniors are amazing. I didn't know it also goes to artistic activities. I really respect that."

"Oh, that... was good?

"Yes. It was a great thing. I'm a neglected self in art, but I still had something that struck me. I sometimes admire paintings, because I never really touched anything called comics. When I think Senior Rebecca paints that, I just admire it."

"Heh... actually, it's a romantic theme"

"Oh, my God! Is that a comic book about love stuff! I've read romance novels, but I've never read romance comics. Be sure to let me take a look!

"Oh, uh... I just have a little problem"

"What is it?

The senior shoots me straight through my face, shaking his body slightly softly.

And Senior Rebecca put it this way, moisturizing those eyes.

"Well, it's a relationship between men. Why?

"Men to men, is it?

"Yes. And that's weird, isn't it? Haha...... sorry. I never heard of this."

"Senior"

"Hiya!

I envelop my anxious senior hands gently.

"Homosexuality has an understanding. In places I used to belong, because some were gay. Besides, there's no way I think people's hobbies are weird. You like Senior Rebecca, don't you? There's no way you can deny what people like without a head. To fall in love with it, gender is trivial. Wouldn't it be nice if there was definite love there?

"Shit, Mr. Ray..."

Those eyes are still shaking. But that's not the kind of anxiety I had earlier. I felt like it had that color in it, like I would expect it to be somewhere.

"I get it! Okay, read it!

Seniors give me a bunch of paper on hand. The hand was still shaking.

I take it with a smile on my face.

"Let me take a look"

Pella, turn the page.

Silence.

Overwhelming silence dominates this space.

I am seriously going to read the comic strip that Senior Rebecca drew. That was, as we heard, a romantic thing between men. But I understand. Though gender is certainly male to male, he says what we have here is definitely pure love.

They say they like each other, but their gender doesn't make it through.

But at the end of the day, they communicate their thoughts and are bound together. Through the various grids, we got to that end.

When I immersed myself in the story and the wonderful painting, I finished reading it to the last page.

"Phew..."

"Duh, how was it?

Sr. Rebecca, who holds both hands tight and asks so.

Of course I tell her my honest thoughts.

"Wonderful!

"Huh?"

"This is amazing, seniors! I'm impressed! It's not like a novel with just letters, new entertainment! Cartoons also visualize characters' expressions and more, so it's easy to understand! Senior, this is amazing!

This was my feeling.

Senior Rebecca is also a great painter. Besides, the composition of the story was great. Senior Rebecca must have quickly understood that he was at the top of the art world.

"Ho, is that true?

"Yes! It's amazing. This is! Good painting, but great composition of the story! I think the person's grid is well represented… I am impressed by the amateur's assessment."

"Uh hehe? Oh, really? Are you glad?

"Ha! Let's publish! I'm going straight to trial! Leave it to me. I am confident in the negotiations!

Totally excited, I try to get out of this basement willingly, but Senior Rebecca grabs me by the collar and stops me.

"Ma, wait!

"Oops...... sorry. Looks like I'm getting too excited..."

"No. Um, I was so happy, that's fine. Actually, it's different from this, but it's bookmaking... it's easy."

"Oh my God! Did you!

"So, actually, tomorrow, the impromptu meeting was in the kingdom... and it's a secret thing with a full reservation system... but it's not open to the public"

"Hmm, I see"

"If that's okay, what... can you help me?

"! Does that mean I should help sell it?

"Yes. Actually, Mr. Deena can't even come tomorrow and I was originally planning on going alone...... I knew I was anxious"

"Leave it to me! Let me help you. As long as we're happy to help our seniors with their amazing artistic activities."

"Awesome!?

Moments, a full grin spreads across Senior Rebecca's face.

I've seen seniors smiling before, but I've never seen them happily break their faces so far. I'm sure you'll be more than happy.

Then why don't I cooperate to the fullest extent possible?

If it's for a respected senior, I'll do whatever it takes.

"Senior Rebecca!

"Ha!"