As Belma covered her mouth with her hands, silence settled in this small space.
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The two men standing behind her exchanged wary glances, trying to gauge each other's reactions.
They probably didn’t expect a situation like this to arise. After all, nothing significant had happened during all the similar incidents before.
Now, they must be thinking about how to justify themselves, but with this short amount of time, there’s no way they could come up with a proper response. At best, they might just try to pressure Belma.
“Belma! What on earth are you saying?!”
Seeing the administrative professor shout abruptly, I tapped my fingers on the desk.
Hmm. Watching the elder ponder beside me seems to have improved my skills too. The situation is unfolding as I anticipated.
‘What should I do?’
It’s not that difficult to put pressure on these two. Being within the academy, there are limits to the safety they enjoy.
The academy only protects them from the nobles’ tyranny. If their faults are clear, they won’t even have to fight against the nobles. Especially if the person in question holds considerable status.
In short, if I report these two, their academy life would come to an end. Not only that, but they would also have to pay the price for touching a noble.
I don’t know for sure, but the level of punishment would likely be severe. Since a commoner touching a noble, they’d treat it as an example to ensure it doesn’t happen again.
The problem is that if I do that, Belma will get caught up in it too. After all, she’s involved in this as well.
As a character I frequently see, I’ve grown attached to her. I don’t want to drag her down with me unnecessarily.
Ah, I just realized there’s another problem.
If these two are dealt with half-heartedly, the commoner group will show even more hostility toward me, possibly more than they do now. While not threatening, it will certainly be bothersome.
<Do as you please.> ‘Huh?’ <It won’t greatly alter the situation just because you make a small mistake. You have to think for yourself and act to grow your skills.>
I was hoping for advice because thinking is a hassle, but getting such a response is troubling. I tried to throw a little tantrum, but the elder was adamant.
<I'll give you advice along the way, so do your best to figure things out.>
It seems there’s no choice. If a problem arises, I’ll just blame it all on the elder and let him deal with it.
Feeling the sting of betrayal from the elder, I began to think.
First, I need to determine the goal I want to achieve now.
The first is Belma’s safety. The second is ensuring that the commoner group doesn’t even think about challenging me.
How can I achieve these two objectives? Thinking about it gave me a headache.
Solving the second issue isn’t very difficult. If I warn them that their higher-ups might get taken down if they continue to bother me, they’ll know to keep their distance.
The difficult part is the first one.
No matter how I think about it, Belma’s peaceful academy life seems to be fading away.
If I leave her alone, it seems like she’ll be bullied by other commoners. Even if I say that I’ll take care of things if they touch her, she’ll still be left alone.
Keeping her by my side? I’ve thought about that method too. But after imagining that scene in my head, I quickly discarded it.
With my rough mouth. My fierce appearance. Frey, who does whatever she wants. And sometimes Arthur, the Third Prince, shows up.
Should I throw a timid commoner girl into that mix? That’s just bullying. She’d probably end up dead before graduation with all the chaos.
Ugh. Is there no decent method?
If only there was someone I could trust...
Ah. Vichy!
The moment I recalled that name, which had faded from memory, I felt as if everything was being resolved.
The bullying directed at Belma would automatically disappear if I took care of things, and as for the friend issue, I could just pass that onto Vichy! Unlike me, Vichy seemed to have plenty of friends!
Having found a clear answer, I lifted my head with a joyful smile.
The administrative professor, whose name I couldn’t remember, and the commoner boy were still pressing Belma for answers.
They likely thought that if they couldn’t shift the blame onto her, the arrows would turn back on them.
It’s unfortunate. Those who can only see what’s right in front of them don’t realize that the arrows have already been shot. They harbor the vain hope that the bowstring will turn in another direction.
So now, it’s time to let them know. That their future has already been determined.
“Strange?♡ Did I say you could speak?♡ Why do I keep hearing pigs grunting?♡”
As I opened my mouth again, silence returned to the room. The uneasy gazes of the three turned toward me.
Seeing them hesitate to speak, it was clear they had much to say, but I had no intention of listening. Hearing their random excuses wouldn’t change my mind.
“You there, clumsily looking like a commoner?♡”
I pointed at the male student.
“...Are you talking about me?”
“Who else would I be talking about? Is your brain as poorly made as your looks?♡ You were born incomplete, huh?♡ Hah. You’re quite amusing♡”
I noticed his face turning red, but I didn’t stop. I was confident that even if this guy exploded and charged at me, I could easily crush him.
“By the way~♡ I’ve heard some strange rumors lately?♡ Commoners are jealous of the incompetent saintess getting close to me?♡”
“...Yes?”
“At first, I didn’t pay it much mind. It’s my fault after all. It’s because I shine too brightly that they’re jealous of me♡ But after that, a lot of strange things began to happen♡”
I started listing the various misfortunes I experienced today in front of the boy.
Normally, they could just be brushed off as bad luck. I could have said they were overly sensitive.
However, neither the boy, nor the administrative professor, nor Belma thought of any such excuses. With my provocation igniting their minds, there was no way rational thoughts could surface.
“Alright, clumsy commoner?♡ I’ll explain it in a way you can understand, since your little brain seems insufficient!♡ If your pathetic little lips lighten up a bit, your fault will lighten too!♡”
I could see the boy's eyes flickering wildly.
What kind of image is reflected in his eyes?
Am I a crazy girl trying to kill him? Or am I someone he feels he shouldn’t provoke? No matter which way you look at it, I won’t appear as a good person.
Seeing the boy struggle with his conflict, did the administrative professor finally snap back to reality? He spoke up.
“...Lady Alrn?! What are you talking about?”
“Piggy?♡ You just keep grunting quietly!♡ If you don’t, I’ll really shove you into a pigsty!♡ Oh, by the way, if you prefer the perverted masochist route, you can do that too!♡”
Whether you know it or not, the academy has wronged me in quite a few ways.
There was the incident at the entrance ceremony. The duel with Arthur. And the attack by the apostle of the evil god in the streets of the academy. If I start pressing for explanations, it could blow up.
Thanks to that, the headmaster has no choice but to take my words seriously.
If you had the same connections as Luka and a good reputation, it wouldn’t be hard to get rid of you, but you’re someone who could disappear at any moment, right?
In terms of society. And physically. If you don’t want your head to fly off, it’s better to keep quiet.
The boy, who had spent a long time living as a commoner in the academy, easily grasped the meaning behind my words and shut his mouth.
It would have been nice if he had shown this kind of awareness a little earlier.
But what does it matter? From now on, I’ll be treating you very nicely. You’ll surely want to do everything to keep me satisfied, even for your own survival, right?
Leaving the slave, whose leash was now tightened, I turned back to the boy.
The administrative professor, who could not make any excuses and kept his mouth shut, looked at me with a blank expression, trembling at the boy’s sight.
“I... I will speak.”
The commoner group is usually led by the second-year students.
First-year students have a hard time playing a significant role since they know nothing about the academy.
Most third-year students are busy with graduation and figuring out which direction to go afterward.
It’s natural, but the one who plays the role of decision-maker in the commoner group is also one of the second-year students.
Marne, born as the son of a target and who, despite being a commoner, successfully entered Soul Academy with excellent grades after receiving numerous educations, clenched his head upon hearing about today’s events.
It felt like his mind was going to collapse. They touched the young lady of the Alrn family!
Marne had a rough idea about Lucy Alrn.
Once, she had lived a foolish life relying on her father’s glory, but recently, she had come to her senses and was showcasing her tremendous talent.
And she was still known for her sharp temperament from the past.
What would happen if someone were to pull a prank on her? If a commoner dared to provoke someone noble, what kind of reaction would emerge?
Marne was certain. This wouldn’t end with just one commoner.
“Answer me!”
“...I am Marne.”
As Marne shouted again, one of the people in the meeting room spoke up.
“Why are you so angry?”
“...What?”
“Regardless, it’s going to get thrown on the one who did it. You pulled a prank on a bothersome noble and disciplined the first-year students you didn’t like. Isn’t that what you usually do?”
“Yeah. That’s right. It’s not going to go deeper than that.”
“Can’t we have a little fun with the saintess who has the favor of the gods?”
“...Hey. Are you out of your mind? What the hell.”
“Why! What!”
After hearing the foolish comments of several people, Marne felt his mind go blank.
Are they saying one person’s reckless action could drag in multiple others?
Oh, great gods. How could you leave such idiots as my colleagues?
Ah. Is it because I’m also an idiot? I acknowledge that. I didn’t escape right away and led these idiots for this long, so I’m also an idiot.
Realizing the horrific reality while praying, Marne stood up without answering them.
To escape from this group of idiots as soon as possible.
“Can you move aside? I feel like I’m going to catch that pathetic smell.”
When Marne opened the meeting room door and stepped outside, he witnessed the sight of Lady Alrn entering the commoner dormitory.
He caught her crimson eyes locking onto him.
She wore a sharp smile, as if she had found her prey.
Oh, fuck. Oh gods.
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