How To Live As An Academy Extra Villain - Chapter 109
How To Live As An Academy Extra Villain chapter 109
109 – Expression (1)
The Holy Sword Ceremony ended with Eugene raising the sword. And at the same time as the selection of the warrior, the academy announced a new operation plan.
From now on, all sparring and practical training at the academy will be conducted in a direction that emphasizes practicality. – Professor Cedric grumbled a few days ago that sparring was pioneering learning, but this was soon suppressed by Professor Melissa, who said that there was a procedure to work. -Each family and students were notified that unexpected injuries or deaths may occur during this process.
However, the voices of opposition were not as loud as expected. Accidents were something that happened occasionally, and anyone who had their ears open to some extent was aware of the rumors of confusion.
The new academy’s education policy will be more helpful than anything else in overcoming such issues.
However, other than that part, the rest was not much different from before. The time of prophecy predicted by the saint has not yet come. The warrior was still a student, and there was still a mountain of things left for him to learn in order to grow.
Eugene attended classes normally as before, and now that she was in her second semester, she even started working on the student council in earnest.
There was always a necklace made of shiny leaves hanging around his neck.
“…? Sicella. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I have a headache…”
Sisela, sitting next to me, looked at me and sighed repeatedly. The worry was so heavy that it felt somehow different from the usually cheerful Sisela.
Underneath the faded sky blue eyes were deep dark circles that even makeup could not hide.
“If you’re dissatisfied with me, why don’t you just say it?”
She couldn’t bear it anymore and when she said one thing, her sighing stopped, but now Sisela completely shut her mouth.
The class during break time was very noisy as always. In particular, the area around Eugene was more crowded than before.
On the other hand, the number of people who found that appearance precious was significant. Several days had already passed since Eugene was selected as a warrior, but there were still people everywhere who did not acknowledge him. The reasons may vary.
Personal jealousy, political situation, etc. No matter how great a person is, he cannot be envied by everyone.
Also, what became a hot topic was the story about his colleague. The prophecy limited the qualifications to become a warrior’s companion to those born after the year of the briar tree, and naturally, many first- and second-year characters were selected, excluding third-year students.
The invited warrior party was composed of people according to the number 7, which symbolizes the main god, and the prevailing opinion was that this time, the number of people would be selected accordingly. People were each trying to think of five people.
Except for the warrior, the remaining seat was naturally occupied by a steadfast saint.
On the other hand, there were a significant number of people who were eager to become that teammate. And most of them were willing to take risks for their own purposes. Wealth, fame, or both.
Once you were recognized as a warrior’s companion, you could put anything you wanted into your arms.
“But then…Claudia and…Austin…”
“Hey! Lower your voice! I can hear everything.”
In the seat behind me, two female students were giggling and exchanging obscenities. It was another topic that students were as passionate about as the story of a warrior’s companion.
“Oh my god…There are so many…Can you handle it all…?”
“Are you confident? Why? Stand in line?”
“Is this b*tch crazy… Such a commoner…”
“It hurts! Julie. You’re kidding!”
A ‘pop’ sound was heard from behind. The strange rumor originated from one fact. There are only two cases where bigamy is allowed in the empire, and one of them is the custom of being a warrior.
That isn’t exactly groundless nonsense. In fact, coincidentally, most of the people who had been hanging out closely with Eugene so far were female students.
The girls behind me mentioned several names.
Patricia and Claudia, who recognized his true value and have been eager to support him for a long time, Leta, the daughter of the merchant who helped Eugene both materially and spiritually, Selene, who was his childhood friend, and many more.
Once again, I feel like there are so many. Seeing that even the names of unknown people are familiar, it seems clear that they are sub-heroines from a story I know. Is that number physically manageable?
Probably not. There were certainly more than one person who appeared two or three times and did not appear in the story at all…
Other than that, stories were occasionally made about a saint who had not been seen in public since the consecration ceremony.
The saintess was assigned to class A, but none of the students in class A saw her, and before she knew it, she had become a being of whom only rumors abounded, just like the first princess.
“Ha…It’s annoying…Why am I like this…”
Sisella muttered something and buried her face in her desk.
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Suddenly I remembered that I never visited the library in the second semester. Apparently, senior Epania threatened me to come to the library at least twice a week during the second semester.
“Junior…Hasn’t it been so long since I stopped by…? I almost forgot your face…”
As soon as I entered the library, I was cornered by a tall female student. The sense of intimidation emanating from the purple eyes is enormous.
“When did the second semester start…And now you’re here…? Huh…?”
“I’m sorry…It was a mess for a while…You know, right?”
When the matter of selecting her hero was brought up, Fania’s momentum faltered. Even though she let me go, Efania still pouted, giving me a sign that something wasn’t right about her.
“A hero…A hero…Ha…”
Even if you only listen briefly, the tone in which Efania recited was full of negative feelings.
I thought she wouldn’t be very interested in what’s going on in the world, but surprisingly, Fania seems to fall into the category of people who don’t like the current situation. At the same time, she is a bit strange.
Epania is said to be from a northern family. Is there anything that could cause him to become entangled with Eugene or the central nobles?
“…Junior. Do you have any regrets?”
“What do you mean?”
“Because I wasn’t selected as a hero. I heard that your junior also tried to use a sword? I’m only saying this now, but I was wondering if I might become a junior.”
“What are you talking about? And I think I am rather fortunate. Would I be able to handle such a big task?”
“Yes…I’m glad…I’m glad…”
Efania put her hand on her chin and thought for a moment. She then looked back at me and smiled her bright smile. The negative feelings from earlier were already gone.
“I thought you came here to complain about her regrets about not being able to form a harem!”
“Why would I regret something like that…”
“By the way, junior. Have you decided which club to join for the second semester?”
“I’m still thinking about it…”
Epania’s words were definitely one of the things I’ve been thinking about these days. There is nothing like a club to bring together people with similar interests and goals. Most of my close connections were centered around clubs.
Although she did admit Estelle to her own club, she was not recognized as an official club by the Academy, as it only accepted children from prestigious families as its members.
And since first-year students had to join at least one club in the second semester at the latest, I had to find another club to put my name on.
“…I don’t know why I’m saying this, but what about our book club? It’s going to be pretty good, isn’t it? It’s quiet. Don’t you think you’ll get along well with your junior?”
“…I’ll think about it some more. I still have some time left.”
“…Tch. It’s a surprise. I’ve prepared all the documents, so all I have to do is stamp them…”
“…I think it would be better to put it away for now. Rather, has things been better at home these days? I heard you’ve been having a difficult time for a while.”
“…It’s not bad. There’s one long-legged guy with a very kind heart.”
Epania looked at me and smiled her unique, strange smile.
“Here. Take this.”
“What is this…?”
A clearing in the forest with soft moonlight. Today again, I was meeting Selene. Selene’s eyes widened as I handed her something wrapped in wrapping paper.
Selene untied the string surrounding her paper with an expectant expression on her face.
Selen recognized the identity of the gift and asked carefully. I answered her by nodding her head.
What Selene was holding was a cane about the length of my forearm. Although it appears to be wood at first glance, its strength is incomparably solid. Grape vines and laurel leaves were decorated along the long pole, making it look very luxurious at first glance.
“Oh my god…So pretty…”
Selene let out an exclamation as she looked at her stick. But soon she looked at me and asked in an uncertain tone.
“But it looks so good…I don’t think I should get it…”
“Just take it. It’s a suitable cane just for looks. I just bought it along with my own. We need a cane now too.”
The staff I gave to Selene was one of the items I obtained while traveling around the south before coming to the academy. I was planning on handing it over when the second year of school begins, when carrying weapons is allowed, but due to the academy’s curriculum reform, that date has been moved up a little.
Although it is not an important item, it is no less inferior to any wand currently on the market.
It didn’t hurt at all to add a few gifts since they were so attentive.
“Really? I understand. Then just tell someone else…”
It was clearly the beginning of a hot summer, but for a moment I felt a chill running through my body. When he pretended to take her wand, Selene, contrary to her words, held onto her wand tightly.
“…I’m just saying I did it. It’s because you keep trying not to accept it. So I guess I will accept it?”
After hearing what I said, Selene made a sad expression and lowered her head. And she muttered softly in a voice the size of an ant.
“…Thank you…I always get things from you…I don’t even have to give anything…”
“I keep telling you not to say things like that…I’ll be more embarrassed if you say it’s nothing special…”
Recently, Selene continued to look in a bad mood. Even when I asked her why, she just smiled weakly and shook her head. Like right now. The reason she gave the gift was because she thought it might cheer her up…
Selene, who had quietly lowered her head for a while, opened her mouth again.
“Why? Is something going on?”
“…I might get engaged to Eugene…”
The moment I heard Selene’s bombshell declaration, my body froze on the spot.