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EP.27 Villain? Young Ae - 1

Prince Seung-won, Richter Nuren of Havelem.

The Iron Blood Prince, Oliver Valenti of Ulken.

Golden Ball (榛冮噾鍏�), Osiden of Boyar, Laprus.

Prince Mahjong (榄旂祩鍏�), Beatrix Catoban of Servet.

Prince Wise Ming (璩㈡槑鍏�), Arodel Salon of Cheness.

The five dukes currently reigning at the apex of the imperial nobles.

The five dukes, who were the founders of the empire, were the second most reigning beings after the emperor in the 300-year history of the empire. Also, over the course of 300 years, the five dukes were strong without any change, even though various nobles suffered from victory, demotion, and destruction.

There is no one who has received a new duke, and no one who has slipped from the duke. The five dukes, together with the imperial family, reigned unchangingly.

Even the emperors, who boasted of powerful imperial powers and viewed the nobles of the empire as parts, treated them at the level of partners and treated them with the utmost. Of course, it was the relationship of the emperor's superiority to the end.

A duke is a duke who cannot treat the emperor so harshly, and it is difficult for other nobles to even dare to look at him. Naturally, the prestige of a member of the duke family who is not a party to the duke cannot be ignored.

But how would it feel if a member of such a duke family, even the youngest daughter whom the current duke loved, had coldly hacked to pieces?

"Heb, heh..."

"It's okay, I'll never see you again."

You can tell by looking at Louise, who hiccups while shaking her body in the club room. He didn't look very good, so he brought him to the club room for a while, but when he entered a familiar place, he seemed to have relaxed.

Had I left school as it is, it would have been a disaster. For classes that have been truantly absent, it is okay as long as I send a reasonable explanation to the teacher in charge. Power is what it says. It's a small use of power compared to the power it has.

"Oh, bro..."

After a long time, I brewed tea leaves that I had left in the club room but had no use for. She gently patted her back and placed the teacup in front of her eyes. maybe it's good for him

Louise is understandable. The difference between a duke and a baron is incalculable. If you add a little exaggeration, the level is more severe than the difference between a baron and a commoner. No, maybe it's not an exaggeration. A baron's way of beating a commoner is simple, but a duke's way of beating a baron is endless.

But the peacock family's Geum Ok-yeop pushed him coldly? It would not be strange if the destruction of the Naird family passed through Louise's head. Even if he thought that his actions were the cause of his extinction, his hair would have turned white.

Rather, it is acceptable for not crying in front of Marghetta. Good luck, our manager.

"It's probably not because of malice. You came alone and talked.

For once, he sat down next to Louise and continued to comfort him. In fact, it doesn't seem like Marghetta was determined to shoot Louise, and in the first place, the Barenti family are people who, if they really want to let someone go, actions rather than words. Tuk-tuk-tuk like this really is like saying hello.

Of course, if I said that to Louise, I thought I would cry out loud, so I endured it.

"Well, but... if it's because of me, ah, my father... the family..."

Even with my comfort, I couldn't calm myself down, and now I can't help but shed tears. To commemorate the first time I saw you in a year, I'm really grateful to you, Princess Marghetta...

"No matter how many dukes, you can't attack an innocent noble family. If that happens, I'll stop it, so don't worry."

In fact, it is false. When the duke makes up his mind and starts dancing the sword, it means that he has already received the emperor's acquiescence. If I want to stop the duke by myself without being an emperor, I have to write a will and go.

Well, if I try, I can't stop it for three days...? After that, it will be 'the late Carl Krasius'.

Louise smiled a little to see if my bravado was a little comforting, but her eyes were still red. I guess I'll have to stay in the club room today. If you let me go outside and meet Marghetta again by chance, I'm sure you'll collapse.

As of now, I think I will hate Marghetta a little.

In the end, he was holding Louise in the club room until the club time started. Louise said it was okay to go back now, but it was nonsense. He said stay here and not go anywhere. I'm still going to go where my face is red.

And the sound of five footsteps came from far away. What sounds faster than usual seems to be actually running. Still, I had the self-restraint of not coming to class. It's normal, but I'm very happy.

"Louis, young girl!"

Einter was the first to open the door and enter. At that moment, my eyes met with Louise, who was sitting next to me, and he greeted me by waving my hand slightly. Yes, even though you guys are very stupid, my thoughts on Louise are sincere.

The other members also came, so I gently shook Louise, who was sleeping on the desk, to wake him up. He must have been sleeping from a certain moment as his mental exhaustion was so great. He picked up the overcoat he had covered with Louise and stood up. It's a little scary to see five men rushing.

"Louis, are you okay?"

Erich, who had defeated Einter, was about to attack Louise, who raised his head in a dream, so he gently blocked it. If you suddenly run into a child who has just woken up, you will be surprised again. how did i comfort you

"I'm not sick, so don't worry. I had a surprise today, so I took a break."

As I stopped Erich, the four who were running from behind also stopped walking after paying close attention. When I turned around, Louise had just woken up from her sleep. Well, I can send it to you now.

I turned around and opened the road again, and only then did the five rush in. Was my eyes weird that I immediately thought of a herd of lions attacking the antelope?

Louise, surrounded by the five of them in an instant, greeted the members with a smile of embarrassment, but whether she was happy that she was worried about her. In a situation where he was depressed by Marghetta's blunt attack, his members would treat him warmly and his heart would be relieved.

Let's forget for a moment that the reason Marghetta attacked in the first place was because of those members.

"We're happy to be with Louise. So you don't have to worry about it."

"What's important is the point of view of others, for us, that warm heart of a sister is the most important."

As they gazed quietly, Louise's explanations were all over, and the consolation time for them began. Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about, if anything happens, we'll stand up to defend and protect you, etc. Outwardly, strong words were poured out.

Again, let's forget for a moment that the reason Marghetta attacked in the first place was because of those members.

"Yeah. Thanks. Carl's brother also said he would protect me if anything happened."

Now, when Louise, who smiled brightly without a dark sign, mentioned me, the eyes of five focused on me. In particular, Ainter sighed with a look as if she was relieved of something.

I don't know what you're thinking, but I think you're probably overestimating me.

'How can a public official stop a peacock?'

There is still room for rubbing until the marquise. It is not without the case that a near-missing marquisist is demoted or destroyed. But the peacock is a walking natural disaster. When the duke's attack starts, there is no answer except the prayer meta.

Still, I was the first to bluff, so this is also my karma. He gently raised the corners of his mouth and answered his gaze. No, but in the first place, the Duke of Valenti doesn't really attack Louise, so I'm terrified. Is this the power of atmosphere?

Anyway, Louise's condition was restored and the club ended.

I comforted Louise that I would never see Marghetta again during club time, but is that possible? He will come back to Louise with a high probability. Louise pointed out that he was hanging out with major figures in other countries, and if we accept that point, the only answer is to disband the club.

And Louise has no intention of disbanding the club, and neither do I. What about the anger of those 5 people when they disband? And how do you monitor those that are scattered in all directions? Rather, I am in a situation where I have to get down on my knees to dry Louise even if it disbands.

But Marghetta does not know this. The club will remain the same, and Louise will continue to hang out with key figures. Then, Margueta will come to Louise again, having decided that her advice has been ignored.

'Even the prince is disgusting, but now the princess is joining in too.'

My head is throbbing. Fortunately, there would be no duke-level attack, but there are many ways to bully Louise even with Marghetta's authority. In any case, the Duke of Valenti will never attack Louise, since Marghetta is different.

'I'll have to visit you soon.'

What is the method, is there any way? I just have to go to Marghetta first before Margueta returns to Louise with a remake. If you explain the necessity of the club and tell me that I am constantly watching as a torturer and taking care not to cause an accident, I will understand.

But when I think about it, it's a little strange. Marghetta must have known that I endured as a club advisor, but did I dare go to Louise and warn her? What, were you trying to warn Louise apart from holding on to me? Or do you think the club itself should disappear?

Of course, we don't know now. I'll have to take a peek at this when I meet Marghetta.

"The opportunity came sooner than I thought. Good morning, Carl Young-sik."

The next day, Marghetta came to the club room, even during regular class, with a majestic appearance.

No, I was trying to find you.

I didn't mean to ask you to come in person.

Seeing Marghetta smiling brightly, I hated it a little.

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EP.28 Villain? Young Ae - 2

For a moment, I wondered if today was the weekend or it was already club time. It's strange, it's definitely the right time for class. Why is the student here? The vice president broke out of class, is that okay?

As she looked at Marghetta with eyes filled with doubt and denial of reality, she tilted her head.

"Karl Young-sik. Are you going to keep the guests up? You've become very rough without me seeing you."

He had a scathing tone, but he couldn't hide the laughter contained in it. Amid the exaggeratedly tilted head and tone, Marghetta's eyes were curved like crescent moons. She almost burst out laughing at her sudden visit and pranks, but she's a guest anyway.

"I can. Come on, sit here. I'll bring you some tea."

"No, it's fine. I'll be back soon."

"Is that so?"

That's good news.

He nodded at that, and sat down across from Marghetta. Fortunately, she will be back soon, so it seems like she's just trying to say something. I don't know why Marghetta came at this hour, but I was going to visit anyway. It's frustrating, but there's nothing wrong with that.

He looked at Marghetta, still with a smile on his face, and said nothing. No, once you've come as a guest, shouldn't you tell the business first?

"I didn't expect to see Marr at this hour. Did something urgent happen?"

鈥淪hould we only see it when there is an urgent need between us?鈥�

"It seems that the relationship we haven't seen in a year is not that close."

鈥淚f we even talk about marriage, it鈥檚 not a normal relationship.鈥�

Shaking her body at the sudden attack, Marghetta laughed softly, saying it was a joke. A princess may be a stone thrown unintentionally, but a poor public official may be struck by the stone and die. I want the princess in front of me to know that.

As I sighed a little, I heard a shrill laugh. I wasn't this kind of person when I first saw him, but from a certain moment on, he joked around and made fun of me. It was a prank of a princess who was loved by the Iron Blood Prince, so she could not turn away or counterattack.

Marghetta would not know how I felt when I rejected the marriage proposal offered by the Iron Blood Prince. The smiling Marguerite suddenly changed and said, 'How dare you say no!' He said he was afraid that he would strangle her.

I sometimes dreamed of being a filial piety in front of the duke's castle with the hands of an angry iron-blooded prince. It was terrible. Fortunately, nothing has happened so far.

鈥淎ctually, I came here because I have something to ask of Carl Young-sik.鈥�

"I'll listen."

鈥淒id you know that the club fair is going to be held soon?鈥�

Know. No matter how high a business card is, he is known as a club advisor, so he knows the schedule to that extent.

A few days ago, I couldn't even be unaware of it because I had been listening to Louise's ambitious ambition to make and present things at the fair. Recalling the voice of Louise that still seems to ring in my ears, I nodded his head and Marguerite continued.

鈥淭he club fair is not just an event inside the academy. Through the club, the aristocrats who have already graduated are like a social gathering place where they contact the aristocrats attending the academy.鈥�

I can't understand.

As Marghetta shrugged while adding that, I had no choice but to agree. After all, you're going to spend decades bumping into each other in the social world, so do you really need to crawl to the club? I understand the feeling of strengthening the faction and finding talented people early.

"So, the student council is struggling to prepare for the club fair every year. The budget we are running is not small, so we don't know if we are doing it properly."

"You're going to have a lot of trouble."

鈥淪o if Carl Young-sik can help, it would be really helpful.鈥�

"Yes?"

At Marghetta's request to speak confidently, a stupid voice leaked out. want help? look at me

"Am I talking?"

"Yeah. Since I did it last year, it took the longest to check whether the budget was properly distributed. I think it will be over soon if there is a knives wit."

鈥淚 have no affiliation with the student council.鈥�

"But you're the Academy Inspector, aren't you?"

The more I listened to Marghetta, the more I felt like I was running away from home. You want me to check if the budget is working right? Are you an academy inspector?

"It's the first time I've volunteered to be inspected."

It was an unexpected request. This is really cool. Inspection is what everyone is trying to avoid somehow, but I didn't know that they would come and ask for it in the first place. Marghetta kept a smile on my face as I stared at her with trembling eyes.

"We didn't commit any corruption, so is there anything to be afraid of? You want to get an expert's eye to see if the budget has worked properly. Is it possible, Inspector General?"

It's a pity that Marghetta sees it with hopeful eyes, but I didn't rise to the position of general manager with the skills Marghetta wanted. Minister Nana was promoted in a very unusual way, so he is a little far from the general Minister of Finance and Inspection Department.

Because of that, right after being appointed as the head of the Inspection Department, I was busy slashing the 2nd Prince faction outside and the existing mainstream of the Ministry of Finance inside. Even thinking about the work at that time, it is dark in front of my eyes.

...No, but Marghetta would know this too, right? At that time, the Ministry of Finance was so famous that it was news that anyone who was a member of the duke would hear it even if they didn't want to hear it. You know that, but you want my help?

As if there were a lot of negative emotions in my gaze, Marghetta tilted her head as if in trouble, putting the fan in her hand to her cheek.

"Was it an unreasonable request?"

"If my name is included in the achievements of the student council for nothing, the meaning will fade."

"That's too bad."

He sighed lightly at my refusal, as if he was about to give up. This is surprising. I thought you were determined to come in person at this time. Haha, I already did it last year, so I don't really need help.

"Well, I can't say for sure how long it will take. I don't know how much I'm going to have to devote myself to this job."

"If it's Mar, you'll do well. Didn't you do it last year as well?"

"Still, it's a pain in the ass if we do it together. There were cases where we went out for a while during the student council saying we were having an affair. If I had a sword spirit, I would be able to concentrate on my work quietly."

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He quietly closed his eyes at Marghetta's blatant words.

'I'm putting this up as a deal.'

On the surface, it seems to be saying, 'Please help me, it's hard to work', but just peeling off one skin reveals the inside.

= I'd be reluctant to go to Louise, but if you help me, I'll be still.

If you cooperate, it means that you will go to work quietly in the student council room without going to Louise, who is somewhere in the academy, and sniping him. Oh my gosh, such a crude deal. admiration comes out of nowhere.

'That's how effective it is.'

It seems that Marghetta's shooting of Louise yesterday was not a build-up for now. She shows herself as a threat to Louise and her club, and asks her to listen to her if she wants to get rid of the threat.

It's an obvious technique, but if you reject it here, the sniper, which was a simple build-up, will transform into a more glamorous one and attack Louise. That's not a problem.

Having gathered my thoughts, I smiled lightly and opened my eyes again.

"I can't sit still when I hear that Mar is having a hard time. If it's okay with me, I'll help."

"Thank you, Carl Young-sik. I believed in you."

"Hahaha."

I started a fight with a fixed outcome from the beginning.

I said I would help, but I didn't know if I would get it right. Even though she is a princess, she is a student now, so wouldn't it be right for her to return to the classroom?

"The student council is in the student council room to prepare for the fair. I came out for a while to take Carl Young-sik."

like that. Then there is nothing you can do Because sometimes there is something more important than class.

Feeling like a slave being sold, he followed Marghetta to the student council room. Yeah, I'd rather end it sooner rather than later. After all, there is no reason to stay in the club room unless it is club time anyway.

Marghetta, who arrived at the student council room, knocked on the door a few times as a courtesy, then opened it before hearing an answer. Does that mean knocking?

Anyway, when I glanced into the student council room, there were already six of them. The student council consists of seven including Marghetta. I didn't care because I didn't have a relationship, but I didn't know that we would all meet like this. this is very awkward

"Vice President. Anyone out there?"

The male student who sat at the top, perhaps the president, looked at me awkwardly. Well, what about the person who asked for help? If Marghetta, who went to pick me up, returned, it would have been with me.

"This is Inspector Carl Krasius, who is an advisor to the confectionery club. I have brought you here to ask for advice on the budget for this fair."

Simultaneously with those words, the eyes of the president who had just entered the student council room met with me. His eyes fluctuated so much that he couldn't control whether he saw my face only then. Looking around, the reaction of the other five was similar.

hey, please

鈥淢ar. Hearing my advice, wasn鈥檛 it something the student council agreed to?鈥�

"no."

No, that's not the same as saying, 'Why do I need consensus on what I've decided?' It seemed to have a meaning. Oh, it was such a person. I had forgotten for a moment the My Way tendency of the Duke of Barenti.

At Marghetta's gaze, who looked at me curiously as to why he was asking such a question, I quietly turned my gaze to the chairman of the chair.

A pale complexion and a hardened body. From the president's point of view, it must be an outrageous event. Even if not, the vice-president, who would be difficult to treat as a princess, suddenly brought an inspector. It can be interpreted as 'I didn't like you, so I brought you down'.

but it's wrong Until now, I was confined to the club room because my existence seemed to be a threat to the students. He lived a secluded life with no one to meet except his members. If I had known that this was Marghetta's dogma, I wouldn't have come so lightly...

As he nodded his head in regret, the president closed his eyes tightly.

what do you think it's not that.

I almost sighed, but I held it in. It seemed that the president would hit the head right away if he even sighed in this situation.

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EP.29 Villain? Young Ae - 3

Damien Connor, the current student council president of the Imperial Academy, was born as the third son of one of the most common self-writers, the Connor family. Born with an ambiguous status as the third son of a self-writer, Damian was nothing more than an ordinary aristocratic spirit who dreamed of a bureaucratic life since childhood.

The eldest brother will take over the family, so the third son had to figure out his own path. That's why I chose the bureaucratic path and the Academy Student Council.

Unlike clubs that served as the social principal, it was customary for students who were aiming to become bureaucrats to be in charge of the student council. Therefore, students whose family prestige or prestige within the family was ambiguous often belonged to the student council. Thanks to this, I am getting hit by work and getting a taste of bureaucratic life in advance.

But Damian was not dissatisfied with it. It was the path he chose, and his current hardships make it one of the most valuable careers in his future career as a bureaucrat. Graduates from the student council often enter bureaucracies, so even the imperial administration often gave them extra points if they came from the student council.

However, from last year, when Damian was in his sophomore year, a red light was turned on in Damian's student council life.

"I'm Marghetta Valenti. Please take care of me, seniors."

Even in aristocratic societies, ecosystem-disrupting species appeared in the student council, where only colorless and odorless people gathered. The sudden appearance of the princess caused Damian to lose strength in her legs and nearly collapsed, but it was thanks to the mental strength that she had trained for a year that she was able to stand on her own two legs.

Unfortunately for Damian, however, his ability was recognized and he became the vice president, and he was in charge of taking care of the freshman who had just joined the student council. Realizing that, Damian really wanted to sit down and weep.

In an unfair and bitter mood, he even raised his voice to the president at the time about what was going on, but the president, with his darkly sunken eyes, silenced Damian with a single word.

鈥淭hen you say you want a princess to come in and say no to me?鈥�

Damian wept with her heart.

After that, Damian went to the student council every day as a member of the penal corps on the battlefield. She also prayed that she would let this day pass safely and that the princess would lose her interest in the student council and let her go on her own.

As time passed, an atmosphere was created to ask first-year students at the student council meeting for what reason they joined the student council. It was an atmosphere created by accident, but everyone in the room was curious about the answer of just one person.

"I know someone in the administration. I want to see him, so I want to become a bureaucrat."

Damian thought as she saw the princess answering with a smile. Isn't that what she should do if she summons the person she wants to see instead of becoming a bureaucrat?

'I don't know who it is, but I hate it...'

On that day, Damian sincerely resented a government official who did not know who he was.

Still, perhaps fortunately among the misfortunes, the princess was able to live her student council life without problems and showed respect for the seniors of the student council. Of course, from the perspective of the seniors, the fact that the junior was a princess was the worst violence, but it was okay anyway.

A year passed, and Damian became the student council president. Now, as soon as I graduate, I say goodbye to the princess and the student council, which is like walking on the edge of a knife. Imagine graduating and entering the Imperial Administration, Damian struggled.

But it seems that the time of that support has ended today.

'Your Majesty, Enen, please! please!'

The man who scans the materials submitted by the student council in front of Damian, the grim reaper brought by the princess suddenly. Damian looked at him and closed his eyes again.

Carl Krasius, Director of the Inspection Department of the Ministry of Finance, currently residing at the Academy as Inspector General. Damian, who dreams of becoming a bureaucrat, could not know his name.

The Emperor's Hound, the Crown Prince's Blade, the Treasury's Mad Dog. A loyal servant of the imperial family who barks when asked from above and bites when asked to bite. The fame and notoriety he has built up over the past two years as head of the Inspection Department is terrifying.

In particular, the most powerful supporter of the second prince and the empress's mother, the marquis of Aceilon. It was the director of the Inspection Department who tore apart the family that no other family dared to compare with except the imperial family and the five dukes.

Even from the point of view of the marrow aristocrats, a disgraceful demotion rather than destruction, and rumors that he went away mocking the headmaster of the Marquis Aceylon who sat down in despair still remain as legends. After that, Gaju committed suicide out of shame.

...and that person is now overseeing his work.

"Hmm."

'Mother...'

The chief of the Inspection Department continues to look at the data. He and the other student council officers were trembling as if they were prisoners standing in front of the guillotine. Only the princess was smiling casually between them.

"Not bad."

"Yes?"

After an eternity of time passed, the positive verdict came out, and Damian made a naive voice. He noticed the mistake and immediately shut his mouth, but fortunately the chief of the inspection department didn't seem to mind.

"There are some clumsy traces, but it's not to the point that it's a problem. It's okay. It won't be a problem if you start working right now."

At the declaration of innocence of the Inspector General, the atmosphere rapidly melted. In particular, the general affairs and accounting are enough to burst into tears when touched. Damian was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Did you say Damien Connor?"

"Yes, yes! Yes!"

There was tension again at the sound of the voice that was terrifying to breathe, but the inspector general did not look at Damian like that, took out a business card from his pocket and wrote something on the back.

"Take it."

"Oh, yes."

Damian carefully receives the business card from the chief of inspection. On the back was his name and the signature of the inspector general.

鈥淒id you say that you will take a bureaucratic exam after graduation? No need to take it. Go to the department you want and submit it, and we will give you a suitable seat.鈥�

Damian's eyes widened at those words. Damien volunteered to join the student council, but it wasn't because he liked it. The ambiguous position of being a self-writer and inadequate personal connections forced Damian to become a bureaucrat as a test. The student council was an unavoidable choice for additional points.

But now, a golden network appeared in front of my eyes. It was said that it was a suitable seat, but it is faster to count impossible positions than possible positions if recommended by the Inspector General. Especially when it comes to finance.

"thank you!"

Damian bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude towards the chief of the inspection department. In the meantime, he could see how deaf to his false notoriety. Such a person cannot be such a vicious person.

"It is enough to show gratitude as a devotion to the Empire."

Look, you are such a wonderful person.

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I looked at the president with sad eyes and looked at the materials quickly, trembling with his hands. In fact, if there were no signs of embezzlement, even if it was a little sloppy, I tried to pass it on. From the president's point of view, he was really struck by lightning because of Marghetta's mischief.

'Oh, quite a bit.'

But there was no need. No matter how far I am from the general inspector general, there are still many things I have seen and heard over the past two years. It can be done quickly enough to understand the material created for the report. But the more I looked at it, the better it looked.

Of course, there are some clumsy aspects, but if you roll a little with your civil servant life, it will be resolved by itself. Are you really okay?

'Did you say Damian Connor?'

I looked at the president with new eyes. I found a good gemstone for this. It's convenient to have a guy like this, but he's an aspiring public servant right?

So, I wrote a letter of recommendation on the spot. Maybe this prospective slave, or Wonseok, has to change his mind, so he can't give up the civil service exam. If I write a letter of recommendation like this, it will be a lump sum payment. If you get a letter of recommendation and don't use it, it's considered rude.

"thank you!"

The president also bowed his head to express his gratitude. Well, I'm more grateful. My retirement is even a little nearer when more and more low-class slaves like that guy accumulate. Turning a business card into a letter of recommendation for my retirement is no joke.

and! public official! Cheaper than business cards!

So, the emergency inspection was over, both me and the president were satisfied.

I left the student council room, leaving behind the respectful departure from the president and the gaze of the other student councils looking with longing eyes. It seems that the other student council's perspectives are roughly understood.

Yes, the president probably wasn't the only one who wrote that material. Don't worry, I'll write you a letter of recommendation when the time is right. Even if you don't want to receive it, you give it. If you run away, I will catch you and take you to the Ministry of Finance.

"Thank you, Carl Young-sik. Please take good care of me tomorrow."

"Yes? Tomorrow?"

"Because the preparations for the fair are not finished yet. It would be appreciated if you check immediately whenever there are changes."

Marghetta, who followed me without remaining in the student council room, said with a smile. I nodded my head at a light but determined smile. What should I do, if you say you don't like it and then Marghetta runs to Louise, you're in trouble.

"Would it be okay for this time tomorrow as well?"

"If you wait in the club room, I'll go."

"This is truly an honor."

It's a princess's pick-up, so it's overdone. When she burst into laughter, Marghetta also burst into laughter.

And that night after regular class time and club time.

- I heard you met my daughter.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Knees that kneel on their own. Head tilted slightly. In front of him was the face of a man who appeared through a communication port emitting light.

- You said it like you'll never see it again, and it's a strange thing.

"haha..."

The sudden call from the Iron Blood Ball wrapped around me in a splendid fashion.

...Isn't it faster to drink poison than to hang yourself?

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EP.30 Villain? Young Ae - 4

Usually, around my age, they are already married, or even if they are not married, there are many cases where they are engaged. In this world where people are treated as adults starting at 17, a 21-year-old aristocrat is exactly the same age as the age of marriage. In fact, strictly speaking, it seems that I am slowly passing the age of maturity.

Before possession, at a young age, after possession, the war, and after the war ended, I procrastinated and procrastinated because I had no intention of getting married. Ga-ju鈥檚 trust toward me was skyrocketing, so I didn鈥檛 even go ahead and press the marriage.

However, the nobles were not modest enough to let the high-quality items on the wedding market stand still. Marriage proposals flocked to the family without a breath, and Gaju sent them to me without skipping a single one. It was quite difficult to combine the duties of the inspector general and polite refusal.

And last year's New Year's ceremony, the day all the nobles of the empire gathered in the system, an incident broke out.

"This is my daughter."

Wars, succession disputes, opposition purges, etc. The New Year's ceremony was held at a time when the events that shook the empire had been largely settled and they could barely catch their breath. At that time, as a general manager, I reflected my face here and there, and in the process, I met an iron-blooded master. She had a marguerite on her side.

At the introduction of the Iron Blood Prince, Marghetta bowed her head slightly, and I bowed my head in a bewildered way.

"I was very worried because I didn't have any friends my age, but fortunately you are the same age. Would you like to hang out with me while I'm in the island?"

"Of course, sir."

Who would say no to the Duke's proposal? I also took it lightly as the thought of making my relationship with the Iron Blood Gong a little stronger, and since then, the signs have been bleak.

Marghetta often came to the Inspection Department's reception room, and occasionally invited me to the Barenti family's mansion in the Islands. Although she was distracted by frequent unexpected encounters, she still spent time with the mind that she only had to survive the New Year's celebrations.

And Marghetta remained in the system even after the New Year's ceremonies were over. It was around that time that the Iron Blood Prince brought up the story of marriage to me. To me, who had barely said the word of refusal in sweat, the Iron Blood Gong frowned and returned with just one word.

"Tell Marr yourself."

In the presence of a princess who has just become an adult, 'I have no intention of marrying you.' meant to say Ah, this cruel man...

But what can I do? If I lied down saying that I couldn't, I felt like I was going to rip my stomach out right away. I tried to calm my trembling heart, and after a few days I was finally able to convey my refusal to Marghetta, who came to the inspection department.

"You'll regret it, Carl Young-sik. There can't be two people like me."

Surprisingly, Marghetta was neither angry nor depressed. She just smiled lightly and left. 'I will kill you' when she says she will regret it. I was terrified for a while when I heard that. Fortunately, I haven't had any contact with the Ironbloods or Marghetta since then, and I'm alive and well.

Thinking about it now, the sudden marriage between the Iron Blood Balls makes a little sense. I have to get Marghetta to get married someday, but if I match the class, the other person is older, and if I match the age, the class is insufficient.

In such a situation, I was injured with the imperial family on my back. He wasn't satisfied with his son-in-law, but it must have been enough to compromise. Maybe I didn't know that I was going to break the marriage talk. Thinking back, I am only grateful that the Iron Blood Prince did not express his anger after that.

...Yeah, I was really grateful.

- I didn't know you would be rejected so firmly by a young guy.

The iron-blooded ball contacted me after a year and pushed in the bomb that had been buried in the past.

"I was short-tempered at the time, and I was disrespectful to you."

- Huh, are you saying you're going to get married now?

No, if you do it all of a sudden.

Seeing me hesitating without answering, the Iron Blood Gong snorted lightly.

- Giving a second chance to someone who has lost it once is overkill.

"Yeah, that's a sensible thing to say."

- Now, if you want to have a wedding with Mar, you will have to come to my castle and kneel and pray.

"I'll keep that in mind..."

I don't know why receiving marriage talk is a premise, but it is impossible to raise your head in front of the duke's sarcasm and object. It's just yes, yes, no choice but to lie flat on the floor.

The iron-blooded ball looked at me without saying a word, but because he had such a bad impression, it made my body tremble. Obviously, he is an old man one generation ahead of the other dukes, so why did he make this correction? From the outside, he just looks like a middle-aged man.

- Valenti's patience is not long.

The words of the iron-blooded ball that flowed softly turned into daggers and flew towards me.

- If you just dodge, you will be eaten without your knowledge.

"I'll keep that in mind."

The iron-blooded ball snorted again and cut off the call.

I slept all today. Also, I think I will have a dream of being filial in front of the castle of the Iron Blood Gong.

This time, I dreamed that I was being dragged to the guillotine instead of by Hyosoo. Still, it is fortunate that it was alleviated to a dream before death rather than a dream of death. Anyway, I'm glad

"Father is also true. No matter how much you like Cal Young-sik, it would be rude if you suddenly contacted me."

Marghetta's laughter echoed through the room.

The day after the exciting forced video meeting with the Iron Blood Technician, Marghetta dragged me to the vice-president's office attached to the student council room. Since she doesn't have any other student council, she sneaks up on the iron-blooded ball contact yesterday, and has been smiling like that ever since. I was threatened with my survival, lol...?

"I don't think I'll ever be pleased with the Duke."

If I was hated, I got it. But to those words, Margarita shook her head and answered.

"How many people do you think your father cares enough to call you directly?"

that would be rare The problem is that I am not a nerve in a positive sense, but a nerve in a negative sense. Even the person at the top of the killing spree is a person who cares.

At the reluctant expression on my face, Marghetta still burst into laughter. After all, the princess does not know the heart of a weak civil servant.

"If you are afraid of contacting your father, isn't it a problem that will be resolved if you marry me?"

"You're joking."

"Fufu, is that so?"

He sighed slightly and stood up. I've finished all my work for today, so I can go back now. When I got up from my seat, Marghetta also got up to see me off.

"I'll just go back. Are you coming tomorrow at the same time as today?"

"Yeah, I'll visit you tomorrow."

"all right."

I hope this fair starts soon and ends quickly. It's like going to work twice a day. Are there any other civil servants like me in the world?

***

As soon as I saw Carl leaving the vice-president's office, I sat down on the sofa and hugged my face.

"Uh-huh-"

If you look in the mirror, your face will probably turn red. In front of the sword, it's too much to just make up your mind, and when the tension is released, it's like this.

"gawk."

He muttered resentfully towards the person who wasn't here. What woman in the world would talk about marriage as a joke? That too to the man who had been married in the past. I don't know if he's really insensitive or if he's desperately pretending not to know.

But thinking of the former is frustrating, and thinking of the latter hurts my self-esteem. In a situation where he couldn't do this or that, only resentment towards Carl grew up. So I called my father last night and asked him to stab his knife a little. Just imagining Carl's dazed face in front of his father relieves his mood.

He sighed slightly and walked towards the window. It is said that the first person you fall in love with is at a disadvantage, but this seems like a very difficult fight. Still, how lucky I am to have met you at the academy like this.

'I didn't know it would fall like this.'

The first time I heard the name of Carl was two years ago. He was the youngest general in the history of the Empire, so a name that he had no choice but to hear even if he didn't want to hear it. Even after that, he was a person who carried the imperial family on his back and succeeded. His relationship with Jeon Seung-gong also seemed close.

I guessed from then on. If I were to get married, the other person would be that person. I don't know what my father was thinking about my marriage partner. That man named Carl who just appeared was the right man to become the son-in-law of the duke.

I was able to see the most powerful husband candidate only after a year had passed. If it hadn't been for the cause of the New Year's Celebration, it would have been pushed back even further. Because of her dissatisfaction, I purposely visited her more often, and even threw mischievous remarks on her. Thinking about it now, it's a bit embarrassing.

After that, it just went away. She was going to be her husband anyway, so she tried to get along in moderation, but she was out of control and she fell for it. It's a pity that it's a one-sided feeling from my side.

There were no dramatic events or occasions. After meeting Carl, talking to him, laughing with him, he had a crush on him little by little, and in the end he became like this at some point. She had many reasons to like the sword, but she also had no particular reason to dislike it. If not Carl, who are you marrying?

"I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to be with anyone yet."

Recalling the time when I had a sword in my heart, I bit my lip slightly at the memories that came to mind. Of course, she thought she would accept the marriage talk, but it was in the face. I answered as calmly and casually as possible and returned to the duke's castle as if running away.

I don't know how much shame and shame I cried and slammed my baby pillow. In the end, she was able to calm down only after being comforted by her brother and her sisters. It was really a shameful memory to be comforted by her siblings with a severe age difference as if they were a child.

'It's all because of the knife.'

It's not my fault. If the knife hadn't bounced off in the first place, it wouldn't have happened.

After that, the shock of the first broken heart in my life was stuck in the duke's castle, but as the entrance ceremony for the academy approached, I had no choice but to open the door and go out. At the time, she hated the academy and everything about her at the time, but she hated the spread of rumors that the youngest daughter of the Iron-Blood Prince was being kicked and chipped by the Inspector General.

Hearing about the student council at the academy where he entered that way might be fate. The student council is considered a stairway to the bureaucracy. It's a group that you wouldn't normally look at, but now you have a reason to stick with a certain bureaucrat.

Not ready to be together? Then I'll stick with you until you're ready. I will confidently pass the bureaucracy exam and enter the Ministry of Finance or the Inspection Department.

If it is your father's recommendation, you can omit the test, but if the head of the department refuses to use the recommendation method, there is a possibility that he will go to another department. Who would dare reject a letter of recommendation from the Iron Blood Prince, but the opponent has already rejected the Iron Blood Prince's marriage talk.

'I was lucky.'

But without taking a bureaucratic exam, Carl came to the academy. How happy I was to hear the news from my father. We are also destined to continue. There was a little twist in the middle, but that's how we met again.

Now, all you have to do is slowly and slowly approach the sword that you can't run away from. First of all, we need to change the name of that unfamiliar sword spirits as soon as possible. While calling me Mar, he did not give up his title for himself in Kal Youngsik.

But when I think about how much I suffered, I also want to tease him a little. Okay, let's make Carl fall in love with me so please make him ask me to call him Carl, not the sword spirit. He pretends to say no, and if he sees the kid burning, he has to sneak up on him.

I admire myself for the perfect plan. When we're together in a place called the academy, we can't miss the sword. It was as if the sword had already been obtained. Because Valenti is a family that always gets what they want. It just matters when you get it.

'Oh, it's a knife.'

While laughter leaked out, I saw a knife coming out of the window and going through the building. I covered my mouth with a fan and looked at the back of the sword as it moved away. Suddenly Carl might look back. Then Carl will show his shy smile.

When I saw the knife walking in the direction of the confectionery club room, a pink-haired young-ae came to mind. Carl seemed to care very much about Young-ae, and Young-ae also seemed to have a crush on Carl. It didn't seem like he had a crush on the opposite sex.

'I do not care.'

Again, Valenti is a family that always gets what they want. Now, the sword seems to wander a little and push it away, but in the end, the place where the sword will be is next to me. In the process, the degree of wandering elsewhere is forgivable. Because I am willing to give such generosity.

No matter what happens in the middle, it is this Marghetta Valenti who in the end smiles.

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EP.31 Tears Wet Tasting - 1

Being arrested by Marghetta for being an academy inspector is tiring, but unfortunately, I also have the title of advisor to the confectionery club. In the morning, the student council has to look at the budget for the fair, and in the afternoon, the confectionery club has to oversee what the fair is going to do.

'Humility is not something a person can do.'

The imperial administration, which treats civil servants like a dog, is avoiding concurrent positions as much as possible, but I did not know that I would receive that concurrent position at the academy. I hope the fair starts soon and ends quickly.

In the gap between a healthy body and a tired mind, I could always see lively members in my view, sitting blankly. you are full of energy It would be great if there was a magic that transfers energy to others. Maybe it was because I was overworked when I was in my teens, but as I entered my 20s, my energy seems to have weakened.

However, no matter what I was doing or not, the six people who contributed to the exhaustion of my mental energy were busy preparing for the fair.

"It's good to have a variety of types. It's a bit boring to only offer cookies."

Tanian speaks softly, but he seems to know what he is talking about. It seems like Louise's homemade cookie one-tool would be good if they just put out cookies, so let's make other snacks too. Tanian, who is trying to turn around, looks a little salty.

"I can make cakes and bread, too."

"I want Louise to focus on cookies. You can leave the rest to us."

Louise's ambition to be involved in the production of other snacks was blocked by Lutis's quick blockade. They would rather learn how to make their own, but it seems as if they can never leave it in the hands of Louise. These bastards, in the first place, I'm going to use the cookie as a throwaway card and save something else.

'They do not think about their taste.'

There is only taste, but they do not take into account that their tastes are infinitely high quality. But given that some of the academy students and outside aristocrats who come as guests will also have high-end tastes, it makes sense.

At first, I thought it was just the royal family, so it was difficult, but then I can't explain why Erich couldn't eat Louise's cookies either. I'm not sure if the average palate of aristocrats is that high-class, I'm not the average aristocrat.

In any case, Louise nodded to see if Louise was convinced by the desperate blocking of the members, including Lutis. It's better to see the confectionery club members making different snacks than the manager alone making everything. Apart from the inside, the outside is a beautiful collaboration.

Confectionery time has come, when the fragrance of flour is dazzling.

No, but it smells so good that I think I'm going to get flour in my nose. If you drink white powder through your nose, it looks very strange. Don't blow flour this way.

It's refreshing to see other things happening in the club room that used to be full of cookies. Are these guys who were members of the confectionery club who couldn't bake until recently? I am so moved by the amazing growth. I just wish my eyes could grow to this level.

"Is it better than I thought? I'll save face even if I sell it at the fair."

Erich's reaction to tearing a piece of bread into his mouth. It seems to suit my taste. Maybe you're giving a generous evaluation because you made it yourself, but it doesn't really matter. Who would be brave enough to complain that snacks made and sold by the royal family, royalty, and candidates for saints are not tasty?

In that sense, there is nothing wrong with selling a bunch of cookies made by Louise at the fair. I don't know if it was made by Louise or the royal family before I tell you. Thinking like this, it seems like they are suffering for nothing.

I also ate the cake with a fork. This is also not much different from Louise Cookie, right? Let's just focus on making a variety of menus.

"Brother, how are you?"

Louise, who was eating the newly made items one by one, turned to me. I can show these things at the fair once I get my approval as an advisor. He nodded his head at Louise's words. Well, it's not bad.

"It's okay. There's no problem with selling like this."

"Isn't it just the cake? You should try something else."

Luteis putting a loaf of bread in front of me. It's a consideration that I'm not very grateful for. No, if you sell what you are selling, do you think there are people who would buy it even if they only sell flour and butter, not bread?

However, it was strange to give an evaluation without even tasting it, so I ripped it up a little and ate it. It tastes just as good as a cake. Once again, I nodded and another snack was placed in front of me.

'My dear Mr.'

"...the amount is a bit large."

I didn't know it when I just looked at it, but I thought I had to taste it all, so I found that the amount was quite large. Guys, torture is not a tasting mormot. Was the advisor I took on the advisor of the group advisor rather than the advisor of the club advisor?

"It is difficult for us to make an objective evaluation because it was made by us. Perhaps the adviser's evaluation is not the most accurate."

"That's right."

There was nothing particularly to refute to Laterer's doctrinal theory. But isn't it a bit too much for him to eat what the six made by himself? Even at the tasting corner, if you eat this much, your stomach will be full.

But at the sight of the six pairs of silently staring eyes, I quietly moved my hands. I don't think I need to eat dinner today.

鈥淭hinking about it, isn鈥檛 once enough?鈥�

While they were eating quietly, this time, the devil's snout, Lyutis, began to tease him. You bastard, what are you going to say this time?

"Not enough. What?"

"I don't know if it's a cookie, but it's our first time making other things. Even if it turns out okay now, you don't know what it will be like at the fair, right?"

"That's right."

"So let's keep making it. If you get it in your hands, it'll come out okay any time you make it."

That's how Lutis and Later's eyes were focused on me. Behind them, Einter smiled slightly and continued.

"I'm going to have to owe a lot to the torturer."

And the members started confectionery with the same momentum as if they were printed in a factory. stop, please stop...

"How is it?"

"Okay."

"What about this?"

"It's edible."

"Is this okay too?"

"yes."

There are six supply routes, but demand only comes from one place. My stomach was screaming at the crazy logistical movement that would make the golden ball the flagship. If you drink water suddenly like this, you will die.

The members who watched me put it in their mouths gathered together and talked among themselves.

"You say everything is fine, so I don't know if it's really okay."

"Come to think of it, hyung, you eat anything well."

"Hmm, I've chosen the wrong person to ask for the evaluation."

'They are like dogs.'

Did you feed him like this and then come and talk like that? He looked at his members in burning anger, but he could not restrain himself with force, so he only calmed the burning inside. No, it seems like Erich can be sanctioned by force.

Once the bread in his mouth was barely passed behind his neck, he tapped the desk to attract attention. That's all you bastard, you bastards.

"That's enough. It's not just about making today, so let's do it again tomorrow."

If you know, turn everyone off.

When I waved my hands and declared the disbandment, the members who had been gathered around went back one by one. Except for Louise.

"Louis?"

What's going on? Until now, Louise had never stayed in the club room until the very end. If you want to go out a little late, the five guys are waiting to be with Louise even on the way from the club room to the dormitory. Come to think of it, Louise whispered something to the members earlier, did he mean to go first?

At my questioning gaze, Louise pulled out a small barrel from her bag and held it to me. Upon receiving his barrel, Louise twists his hair with his fingers and smiles mischievously.

"That... Your brother looks tired these days. He said it was a good tea for fatigue, so I brought it."

"Five."

I was a little impressed. Such a beautiful conscience was blooming amongst the chastity clubs that didn't even know what kind of trouble I was going through behind the scenes.

'Even if the members resemble only half of the manager.'

It was an academy life in which fatigue was accumulated just by standing still, and in addition to that, being dragged by Marghetta, the accumulation of fatigue was accelerating. She didn't show up, but she noticed it. After all, Louise is an innocent, innocent child. If there is any sin, he has only the sins of the five.

"Thank you. I'll drink well."

When I answered with a smile, Louise also smiled.

"Hey there, brother."

"yes?"

While I was going to the shelf to put the tea leaf tin next to my cookie tin, I heard Louise calling from behind.

"If there is anything, please tell me anytime. Brother, I will help you with anything!"

Then he bowed his head, said hello, and left the club room as if running away. I listened to the sudden words and burst out laughing.

'Did it look that hard?'

I feel a little bit embarrassed that I went through such a difficult thing to hear from a kid who just became an adult. Did I go about it like that? No, I can't.

For a moment, he looked at the door where Louise had left, and then looked away. I can't believe it, but what can I do? It's true that Louise found out about it. Rather than that, the priority is to prepare for the upcoming guests. Because you are a valuable guest who will solve the mountain of snacks that are still enormously piled up.

And just before I could think of that, I heard a knock on the door.

-smart

"Yes, come in."

Then a man opened the door and came in and bowed his head.

"How have you been, Inspector General?"

"Of course. Is Mr. Villar in good health?"

You're here, my daily jjamtong.

When Villar appeared, I greeted him with a smile as gentle as possible. This is something your prince made, so you should eat it too. Could that be the right thing to do?

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EP.32 Tears Wet Tasting - 2

Villar's appearance was like a ray of light for me. The members who were like enemies pulled out all kinds of things with the momentum to start the confectionery revolution, so there was no way I could eat it alone. In such a situation, it is clear that Villar would be of great help.

If you think that the knights are taking care of the atrocities of their own princes, there is nothing to be sorry about, and the knights will eat a lot. He is a talented person who is not lacking enough to become a daily jjamtong.

Of course, I didn't call Villar purely to take care of myself. Shall I commit such an offense because I am crazy? Anyway, I was going to meet you today, but the snacks just piled up like this.

'You're lucky.'

I don't know if it's lucky for Villar as well.

First, he suggested a seat to Villar. Of course, in front of the desk where the results filled with the passion of the members are placed. None of us can get out until this is all done.

At the mountain of snacks that filled his vision, Villar also had a trembling expression on his face. It seems like it was meant to be eaten in the atmosphere, but it's the first time I've seen such a large amount of recommendation. But what about, Prince Negu's stake here is rather large.

"Because it's an exposition soon, the enthusiasm of the members was considerable. It's a pity to eat alone, so I would recommend it to the police."

"I'm just grateful."

As he said with a smile, Villar had no choice but to nod his head. He said he would give me a chance to eat what the nobles made, but there's no good reason to refuse.

Villar nodded and walked towards the shelf behind him. At least you have something to drink so you can eat more. These dog-like members didn't even give me water and they fed me. The more I think about it, the more I feel like I was actually subjected to cold torture. How do I get this back?

Thinking of a way to get revenge on the members, the hand that had unconsciously stretched out to the side of the cookie jar stopped for a moment.

'This is mine.'

I hurriedly turned my hand and took out the tea leaves that had been set aside for a long time, not the tea that Louise had given me, and wept. It's not worth giving someone else what you got as a gift.

"Recently, the academy is buzzing with the preparations for the fair. I'm worried that people from other countries will feel uncomfortable."

While we had tea, it moderated the topic. The fair is a huge festival on the inside of the academy, and on the day outsiders can also enter the academy. It is an event that has no choice but to be on the alert for all three kingdoms who are stationed at the academy to escort key personnel.

鈥淣othing to say. Reminding me of my school days, I was excited too.鈥�

"That's fortunate."

With a small smile, he sat down across from Villar, holding a teacup. She then looked at the figure of Villar who thanked her for handing out the teacup.

The fair is a topic that we lightly threw tea at, but at the same time, it is also the reason why we came face to face with Villar. The club fair itself is not the problem. It's just annoying that the fair starts and the academy is open.

'It must be quite troublesome.'

The club fair is an annual event of the academy with a long history. It wasn't that the Empire or the Academy was pushing forcibly, and he had already come to know that the exposition was being held in the three countries at this time. So there is no room for arguing with each other.

However, no matter how much you foresee and prepare for the situation, experiencing it yourself is a different matter. I know I'm training in the cold season, but it's the feeling of wanting to strongly reject it as the time to experience it in person is approaching. Didn't I just say that I was excited because I remembered my school days?

It doesn't matter if you remove all the modifiers in front. Being excited is nothing more than a flurry full of Villar's sincerity.

'You must be excited.'

The academy is crowded and crowded with a large influx of outsiders. In such a situation, the body will become very hot for fear that a key person in the country will suffer a change. Anyway, if the upper one moves, it is normal for the lower one to be anxious.

鈥淚t seems that there will be more outside guests this year than before.鈥�

One of Villar's eyebrows twitched slightly at my calm words. It is doubtful whether it was just an accidental transmission of information that the number of guests is likely to increase, or whether it was a notification that the Empire was taking advantage of the exposition to expand its power. Of course it is the former. It is best to avoid hurting each other like the latter.

It was learned through the student council that the number of guests increased compared to before. It is difficult for people who become nobles to come without saying anything, so the academy prepares a list of nobles to visit during the fair in advance. You can think of it like a reservation system.

But when I looked at the list, there were a lot more compared to last year or the year before. This year seems to have increased because there are unusual variables here and there.

"In the meantime, many things have happened in the Empire too. Now that nothing is too much, there are many people who want to see Dongryang who will lead the next generation in person."

"Isn't that right? I see new talents every time I see myself staying here, and I can't wait to see how amazing it will be to people coming from outside."

"It's really, I'm proud of myself when I hear this."

From the point of view of the imperial nobleman, Villar's expression suddenly softened when he mentioned 'something like this' that he didn't want to keep in his mouth. I even mentioned things that weren't particularly pleasant, and I was saying that the increase in outside guests was just a coincidence with no other intentions.

"Actually, I have a favor to ask of Sir Villar."

"Tell me."

With a more relaxed expression on his face, Villar nodded. Now that expression will be more comfortable. I'm not the type of person who gives this kind of consideration wherever I go, but when I look at Villar, it seems like a cohesive crystal of the pain and suffering of a civil servant, so I do it specially.

"As I mentioned earlier, the number of people at this fair will be quite large. So, there is a high possibility that our club booth will also have quite a lot of people."

At those words, Villar's expression hardened a little. It is Villar's job to protect key figures in the booth where that person will gather.

You must have guessed it because you had already heard that there were a lot of outside customers, but what I thought in my head alone and in front of me was, 'You seem to be acting like a dog.' Hearing that is a different matter.

"So Sir Villar... If possible, I would like others from the Three Kingdoms to lend me a hand."

"Hands, you mean?"

"Yes, the more people in the booth, the better. Is it possible?"

It will be possible. No, even if it were impossible, they would somehow squeeze the manpower and come running. If the Three Kingdoms had made this proposal first, not me, would it have been a request that I should have done while kneeling down and bowing my head?

Originally, the Three Kingdoms had to wander around the booth in the position of an escort force. And I'll have to fight the other nobles, the troops that escort them. Just thinking about it is tiring.

But if you accept my offer, you can stay in the booth as a participant in the club fair. There is no need to fight, and the key personnel to protect are right in front of you. It's strange to say no to close security with sufficient justification.

Look, the hardened Villar's eyes are shining, aren't they?

"We owe a lot to the inspector, how can we refuse a small request?"

"Haha, thank you. I was worried if I could do it properly at the fair, but now I'm relieved."

A mutually satisfactory transaction was concluded. Legal escorts were made possible for the Three Kingdoms to have an infinitely close to zero risk of conflict with the Empire, and I sought personnel to monitor the gang members instead of me. In fact, if they roam outside the booth and collide with other nobles, I have to deal with them. I can't see it

Moreover, if I show this kind of consideration, the possibility of concessions or cooperation from the three countries increases when I need it. If there's no damage anyway, it's good to have a concession stack like this.

Calm down, Villar picked up one of the snacks piled up on the desk and put it in his mouth. Louise's cookies.

"...a unique flavor."

After a few bites, Villar spoke softly, who was silent for a moment. Indeed, it is a gentle reaction compared to the members who have grown up to be knights. They were so anxious that they couldn't show that they didn't suit their taste.

But after Villar made that tea, he said, 'That's what Lyutis made.' If he hears that, he will be subjected to extreme talulla. It is a sad position.

"Isn't it? It's my personal favourite."

Of course, I have no intention of telling who made which. That way, Villar will eat it all evenly.

Seeing me smiling, Villar smiled a little and quietly put the cookie in his mouth. Again, none of us can leave until we've done this.

The performance of daily Jjamtong was satisfactory. After all, he was a knight, so he ate well because he had a high basal metabolic rate. He said he would send what the members made to the Three Kingdoms side tomorrow as well, so Villar quietly rolled his eyes and said thank you. You must be happy to share delicious snacks with your subordinates.

well, or what If you want to work in a booth, you have to eat as much as you give. Jjamtong doesn't deserve to cover up food.

鈥淭here are more people to eat, so you can make as much as you like.鈥�

That's why he said it proudly at the meeting of the members. Now that we have a way to deal with how many we make, there is no hesitation. If there is any leftover, you can send it to the Three Kingdoms as it is. How many mouths are there, but they can't handle the snacks that only six of them made.

- Thank you for your consideration, Inspector General, but it's okay if you don't take care of me too much.

couldn't These crazy bastards, made to the level of real factory prints.

Villar's eyes, seen through the telecommunication port, were darkened.

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EP.33 Tears Wet Tasting - 3

The reason why the three countries could not afford the snacks made by only six was simple. I couldn't handle it because I dared to eat separately and eat a snack with the excess stomach. weak guys. You should eat with the determination to replace your meals with snacks, to challenge the stronghold of the confectionery club with such a humble heart.

Of course, it is abnormal for me to feed myself, and the Three Kingdoms did not challenge the dominance of the confectionery club, but was unilaterally hit and run. That's why I couldn't push the words of Villar who appealed with gloomy eyes.

Eventually, I turned around and returned to the position of handling the majority of snacks. Still, it's an advantage since my mouth has slightly increased. Yeah, that's it. I am satisfied, I am satisfied.

Although it is necessary to chew cookies during regular video reports with the minister, I am satisfied.

- Come to think of it, it was the fair period.

"Do you remember that?"

- Because I went to the academy unlike anyone else.

"Damn."

'This is what happened.' The story of the degree comes and goes, and when the story of the fair comes out, the minister touches his chin and speaks.

People who wouldn't come to the fair asked why they knew the fair period, but I asked for nothing and only received Tai Chi. Regarding the academy, no matter what you say, I am at an overwhelming disadvantage. I forgot about it for a while.

The minister opened his mouth as he looked at the appearance of picking up a cookie again and eating it in a miserable mood.

- You didn't like cookies, did you?

what is it all of a sudden The reason I'm not picky is because I'm a yangban who rolled with me in the field. I chewed the cookie in my mouth and swallowed it. I'm eating, but I'm talking to him and it's a mess.

"It's not that I don't like it. It's just that I'm not looking for it."

- The guy who didn't even talk about it two years ago.

"dismissal."

At my reaction, the minister clicked his tongue once and waved his hand.

- Okay, okay. Don't look at me like that. I said something.

"No. I was overreacting."

- You bastard knows that.

An awkward silence settled down for a moment. I'm embarrassed because I react sensitively like myself, and the minister will be embarrassed to bring up a topic that is not very good. In fact, it's not like I'm still reacting like this, but people's emotions aren't under their control.

After awkwardly scratching my head, I decided to continue talking about the fair. We haven't talked about our plans to cooperate with the Three Kingdoms forces yet.

He said that he had decided to bring some of the three countries' power into the booth and took measures so that he could focus on escorting key personnel. They get in trouble when they hang out outside and get hurt or collide with Imperial nobles. The minister only nodded his head a few times as he thought it was a very good move.

- It's a multinational club booth, an unimaginable expo.

"Aren't there often foreign students? It's the first time that a senior position like this has come."

- At the time, there was no atmosphere for foreigners to enter the school.

A great latte. Cast, good job.

He roughly nodded and let the minister's old story flow through one ear. Because it's not very important. The Minister seems to have mentioned it without much thought.

- Then go ahead. There must be quite a few people who will show their faces at the fair.

"Yes, I understand."

- Don't be surprised that the administration will visit several people.

"Yes?"

With those words, the minister unilaterally cut off contact. No, how about saying the most important thing at the very end? Are you really tired?

'Please go somewhere to die suddenly.'

It's a wish I've had in my heart for a long time.

The next day, the second report was held during club time. Unfortunately, my report is not directed exclusively to the Minister.

"During the fair, I thought I would need a lot of hands, so I asked for help. Don't worry, a familiar face will come."

On the surface it looks like a relationship between an advisor and a member of the staff, but in reality, I am nothing more than a nanny for these things, so if something happens, I have to let you know right away. Double reporting, that's a terrible thing.

In any case, when it was announced that some of the three countries' forces would participate in the war at the club booth, the reaction was different. Louise was purely delighted with the increase in the number of workers, and Erich and Einter responded just like that. The problem is with the other three.

Louise likes it, so I don't object, but her expression looks very shaky. Do you care if there are inferiors in the place where their (one-sided) dating business is blossoming? Or maybe it's because he's reluctant to be an outsider who can even a little interfere with his relationship with Louise.

'Whatever it is, they're crazy.'

Do these bastards really know how upset Villar was before accepting my offer? No matter how much they were born, they are attached to them like NPCs or pets, but I want you to cherish them a little.

"These are those who have said that they are willing to do unreasonable requests, so we can't show us taking it easy. Everyone, do your best during the fair."

To put it bluntly, it means not to crawl out of the booth and stay quiet. At the most, I've even gathered all the escorts, but if I go out and get hurt and come back, either I or Villar might go crazy.

"It's the fair we've been looking forward to, and there's no way we're going to be nervous. Don't worry!"

Fortunately, he seemed to understand this level of speech, and the members, led by Lutis, responded positively. Yes, it would be difficult if people of high rank couldn't understand this kind of language. Fortunately, they don't show you the basement under the floor.

'Something like a dog.'

It's disappointing that I have to be relieved just like this. What the hell am I guilty of having to feel like I'm seeing the bosses at the academy? At least in the Inspection Department, there was a deputy manager or 5 divisions, so I was able to survive.

With a bit of bitterness, his gaze slowly turned to Louise. When her eyes met, he smiled bashfully and clenched his fists into a fighting pose. Okay. go for it...

I smiled awkwardly and posed a fighting pose with one arm. The anger in my heart, which had nowhere to go, subsided in vain.

"Now let's start. As I keep making it, I got used to it."

And with Erich's words, the confectionery factory was started again. In this case, it is fortunate that there are six members. In other clubs, the basics were over ten, but if this were the case here too, there would have been snacks that had to be thrown away.

'It smells good.'

I am glad to see that my skills are gradually improving. After all, the performance improvement is the same in any field. a little bit happy

Even after excluding snacks to be sent to the Three Kingdoms, I had more leftovers than usual. What you need to increase is taste, not quantity.

But, fortunately, a grateful benefactor appeared to share with me this horrendous pile. This time, he did not invite Villar to the daily chatter.

"Kal Young-sik. Did you like dessert?"

For some reason, Marghetta visited after club time. Her eyes widened as if surprised to see the snacks piled up on her desk.

"It's not. It was a waste to throw away what the members made, so I was eating."

Hearing my answer, Marghetta nodded and carefully sat down across from me. In fact, even a snack fanatic would not eat this amount. It's not that Marghetta was just surprised.

"By the way, what's going on?"

"I'm here to ask if Carl Youngsik has time."

My head tilted slightly as I watched Marghetta talking with a smile.

Until now, Marghetta only came to see me in the morning. I'll be busy in the afternoon, so let's get things done in the morning. In the afternoon, except for club time, there is nothing special, but Marghetta still guaranteed my afternoon time. But now all of a sudden?

'It's not that I hate it.'

It is questionable as to why the princess, who strictly observes the words spoken out of her mouth, overturns her words.

"Yeah, that's fine. What's going on?"

"Now that the fair is just around the corner, I was wondering if I could get help from Carl Young-sik in the afternoon. It's not urgent, so you can say no."

It's enough to help out in the morning with a knife spirit.

After thinking for a moment at Marghetta's words, she nodded her head. It's not urgent, but I'd rather have his work done sooner if possible. I have to finish my work in advance so there is room for when a variable explodes. understandable enough.

"It's not even a difficult request. It's okay."

"Thank you, Carl Youngshik."

Marghetta still smiles and answers. Looking at the marguerite like that, his gaze naturally descended to the snacks piled up on the desk. It's so crazy I can't help it.

'Hmm.'

After looking at the snacks, I alternated between marguerites and snacks again. If you are a guest, it would be polite to treat you to anything.

"Mar. Would you like to eat together?"

"Have you ever made anything Carl Youngshik made?"

"It's not."

"That's too bad."

Seeing Marghetta smiling softly, I also burst into laughter. For my role, eating is enough. How much bullshit will there be when seven, not six, start making?

鈥淭hen, will you give me what Carl Young-sik likes?鈥�

"all right."

With those words, he hesitated for a moment while trying to pick up Louise's cookies. For my taste, this is the best. But looking at the reactions of other tasters so far, there were many cases where it didn't suit my taste. May I give this to Marghetta?

But the worries were short-lived. Anyway, the one I like is correct, and it may also suit the taste of Marghetta.

"Here it is."

"thank you."

Eventually, Louise's cookie went into Marghetta's mouth. The appearance of eating quietly and elegantly without a change in expression.

"It's fine."

He even had the opportunity to nod his head and evaluate. Yes, I thought it would suit someone's taste. I was happy to recommend a few more, so even the marguerite did not refuse and continued to eat. Still unshakable.

'This is normal.'

Those who wanted Louise's love had to show this. It wasn't Marghetta who gave Louise blunt advice, but the five unanswered ones. After all, this club where the original gang gathered is abnormal. When I look away from the club for a little bit, it is normal to have a peaceful mind.

"I'm sorry, Carl Young-sik. I suggested it first, but I think it's going to be overkill today."

It's been a while since I've had a warm heart, so I guess I've been holding on to the marguerite longer than I thought, so I took a few more and got up. Oh man, I was a little excited.

"Nothing to say. Rather, I think I've been rude."

It was so nice to see two-eyed people in the one-eyed den.

***

That night, Marghetta's accommodation.

Marghetta's body, lying on the bed, was trembling little by little.

"Uhhhhhhhhh..."

As soon as she returned from the club room, Marghetta, who was lying on the bed, wet the pillowcase with her tears and sighed.

it was greed He broke his own words because he wanted to stay with Carl longer, and went to see him in the afternoon until he made excuses. It's a bit embarrassing, but if I can be with the sword, I can bear such shame.

Fortunately, Karl didn't seem to have any complaints, and rather, he recommended desserts and had a friendly atmosphere. Surely it would have been

'What should I do, I must have hated it...!'

It tasted terrible. He continued to offer them with a smile, so he couldn't resist and continued to eat. For fear of disappointment of the knife, he could not even express that he had no taste, and he desperately straightened his expression.

As I ate, I thought of all sorts of things. Isn't she doing this to rebuke the ugly princess who couldn't keep her words, and the greedy princess who torments the still tired inspector? So isn't she recommending these horrible cookies and pushing them away?

Tears seemed to flow as my thoughts flowed in the negative direction. So I finally got up and left the club room.

When he came to such a conclusion that he was just hating for nothing while being greedy, Marghetta hugged the pillow and buried her face in deep sorrow.

And the misunderstanding disappeared like snow on a spring day when Carl greeted Marghetta with a smile the next morning.

Marghetta Valenti. She is a princess with overflowing self-confidence and overflowing sensitivity that is directly proportional to her.

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EP.34 Single Smile Expo - 1

With only a few minutes left until the fair, I, the inspector and advisor, was also busy.

As an apology for wasting my time feeding cookies last time, I worked with Marghetta in the afternoon, and gave out cookies every time I came to the club room. I was proud to see him eating well in the end even though he refused.

He seemed to be in a good mood when he ate cookies and went to work together. I need to take more care in the future.

鈥淣ow that the club booth designation has been completed, the student council鈥檚 work is over.鈥�

We toured the inside of the academy with Marghetta and looked at the areas where the club booths would be built. It was the most troublesome task as I had to decide the location considering the number of club members, characteristics, accessibility, and expected crowd. Booth distribution was more difficult than the budget problem.

In particular, the confectionery club booth was the highlight. Although the number of members was the smallest, high-ranking people gathered together, and some of the escort forces also participated in the name of their hands. A suitable place that does not go against the status of the members while taking them out to a quiet place so as not to be caught up in crowds as much as possible. In addition, it must be easily accessible to outside guests.

It's crazy to consider all these conditions. Fortunately, however, the confectionery club booth was prepared in a good place with the help of the student council president.

I'm already looking forward to the president's graduation. You will work hard as a civil servant of the great empire. It's really something to look forward to. New slaves are always welcome.

All the official work of the student council came to an end while checking the last booth. It must be hard for the student council to have to do this every year.

"You've worked hard, Mar."

"Kal Young-sik also suffered a lot. Thanks to him, it was comfortable and good."

"It was nothing."

In fact, I didn't do anything other than go through the paperwork and go with Marghetta when she went out. It's embarrassing to hear that you've been through a lot.

Still, when one project is over, I feel relieved. Now it would be perfect if there were no events during the fair.

Until yesterday, I had hoped for a quick start, but the first day of the expo was bright, which was already annoying when it started.

"We are a club that was established this year, so we don't expect much. We aim to sell everything and enter the rankings."

鈥淵ou seem to be asking for a lot.鈥�

Tanian muttered quietly when he opened his mouth to the members gathered at the confectionery club booth. I can't help it though. Because it's really minimal.

Everything you make must be sold. That way I don't have to do anything in vain. It also records results that are ranked in the rankings at the fair. This is a ranking based on the club's sales, students, and external customers' reviews. Still, it's good to start with good results.

"The taste has improved as much as I've tried. There's no shortage, so have confidence."

The members, who seemed to be steadily improving their skills, were finally able to bring out a good taste. The fact that the taste has improved is the objective testimony of Villar, so it can be trusted.

In any case, I finished my role as an advisor by providing moderate encouragement and support. To be honest, I think I have been faithful to my job even with the things I鈥檝e made so far. Where can you find a torturer like me?

"Let's all do our best! We've done our best, so good results will come!"

After me, the advisor, Louise, the manager, boosted morale. From their point of view, Louise's words must have more power than mine.

I looked at him quietly, then quietly turned my gaze away. They kept their mouths shut because they might have gotten lazy and walked around the booth, but from the moment customer evaluations are included in the ranking criteria, the confectionery club has no choice but to take first place.

Do you give harsh evaluations to clubs belonging to the imperial family, royal family, or saint candidate? Such a social misfit cannot survive until now. It doesn't matter if you don't make it to the rankings, but it's a miracle structure that you can get into the rankings even if you're just breathing.

It would be embarrassing for the club that prepared really hard, but what can I do? This is also a part of the rice cake prize due to the recruitment of talent.

'In the first place, except for these things, they are useless.'

They are members who usually live as luggage, but are active only during the fair, so they don't want to have it even if they just give it to them. Rather, I want to pay money and release it.

Taking a small breath, I looked to the side and met the eyes of Villar, who was just wearing an apron. A royal knight wearing an apron, not armor, this is precious.

As if he was exchanging glances with Villar, who had a dark complexion, he turned his head at the same time as if he had promised. Even in Villar鈥檚 鈥嬧€媏yes, I must be the chief of the inspection department who is covered in flour. He looks more precious than a royal knight wearing an apron.

After sharing the sorrows of a sad middle-manager with Villar, a lively atmosphere has spread from afar to the point where you can feel the crowds gathering.

'Have you started?'

The academy itself is only open during the exposition period, but you can visit the city formed around the academy before the exposition period. As soon as the doors of the academy opened, people who had booked accommodation in advance flocked in. It seems that the status of the fair is higher than I expected.

"Are you ready?"

"It's already over. Rather than that, we should be concerned about how many people will come."

"It's a bit out of the way. It will take some time for customers to come."

Members gather to discuss booth opening time. The academy is spacious, there are many clubs, and the confectionery club booth is a bit quiet, so it seems that they think there is still room for customers to come. But that's when you come to visit other places.

As I stared straight ahead without saying a word, the crowd seemed blurry. Yes, it seemed like this.

The booth opening took place sooner than the members expected. At a speed that is possible only when outside customers decide and come in a straight line from the front door toward the confectionery club booth.

The members seemed a little perplexed by this unexpected speed, but they quickly regained their composure and responded to the guests. In fact, there is nothing to be called a response. Just show them some samples for tasting and hand them what you want to buy. Because of the power of his status, there will be no real guests, so in reality he is no different than a sergeant.

And no matter what the customer bought, the destination was the same.

"Hey, nice to meet you here. How have you been?"

"Of course. It was a pity that I couldn't meet you due to unfavorable circumstances, but it's nice to see you like this."

The aristocrats greeted with a smile and greeted them with a smile. The destination is me. I am the totem and destination of these guests.

"I saw you last year at the New Year's ceremony, so it's been a year already?"

"You remember. Haha, it's an honor."

It's not common to quickly go back and recall who they are and when they met. Still, it's something you have to take on in order to build a smooth relationship.

Look, even now, aren't you happy to throw lightly the nuance of remembering you? Social life starts with remembering someone's face and name.

'How many people?'

Shaking hands with the other party, I glanced around and saw several nobles using the booth. More are coming after me. I don't know who took the coordinates, but it seems to have been taken correctly.

The reason this happened is simple. Because I'm treated like a semi-legendary Pok茅mon in the imperial society. Aren't there things like Entei and Raikou, rare and terribly difficult to see? I hardly ever attend the social hall except at the level of the New Year's ceremony.

At least the principal who attended was enough to follow Gaju and get acquainted with the Imperial Counts. By the way, the legendary Pokemon is an intelligence officer who can't go to work. That person is the Seven Color George. It's not for nothing that I get peace of mind by seeing the head of the intelligence department.

"It's been a while. How are you?"

"Haha, of course."

While thinking about the intelligence chief who couldn't escape from the bell tower, the opponent in front of him changed. It's a little big this time.

鈥淚 heard that your son is preparing for a bureaucracy, and I will have good news soon.鈥�

Proper lubrication with power is also a necessary virtue for social life.

The first rush is over.

"Everyone worked hard. It's calmed down a bit, so let's rest."

He said to the members who were seated one by one. It's my head and hands, not them, who suffered the most, but it's true that I suffered. But these guys are looking at me with strange eyes whether they know it or not.

I know that I behaved at the level of campaigning next to someone while others were doing business. Don't look at me like that though. Did these people come because I called them, or did they come by themselves?

"Your brother worked hard too!"

Louise, who used to pour water for all three countries and members of the three countries in the name of emergency support, handed me water as well.

"Drink yourself first. You haven't drunk yet."

I slid the glass of water that came out toward me and pushed it toward Louise. He takes care of himself first, why does he take care of other people first? Louise's hydration is more important than healthy men.

Still, he didn't drink and he reached out to me again, so he turned his hand back without saying a word, and then he hesitated and drank first. Yes, I drink well.

鈥淎re there any girls who really enjoy the fair?鈥�

"I'm envious. When the time comes, I'll look back like that."

At that moment, the voices of Lutis and Erich were heard. When he turned his gaze towards it, Luteis was staring straight ahead and suffocating. what?

When I looked at the side that Luteis was looking at, my brow frowned. A woman with her gray hair and impressive red eyes was walking with her arms wrapped around a sack of food. With yakitori in her mouth, with a cheerful footstep.

It's not particularly annoying. Fairs are also a kind of festival, so there may be customers who enjoy gourmet food like that. It is natural. The problem is that the identity of the person doing that behavior is very annoying.

'Chief 1, that bastard.'

why are you here

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EP.35 Single Smile Expo - 2

Her long, pure white hair fluttered with the wind, and her ruby-red eyes sparkled brightly. A smile that does not leave her face is also a characteristic if it is characteristic. If you hold on to anyone passing by and ask a question, they will say that ninety-nine out of a hundred are beautiful.

And the last one except for ninety-nine is me. I know the truth inside that shell, so I can't give a good evaluation.

'Why is that bastard here?'

It is one of the exaggerated trio that must be mentioned in the will if I am to write a suicide note right before I die of a sudden illness, and a person who commits innocent trolling with a smile and grabs the back of the neck. Section 1 of the Inspection Department, who should not be here, appeared.

When I glared at the first section, who moved lightly, as if to chew it, section one looked at me as if he felt my gaze. When our eyes meet, the smile is very annoying.

"I'm the manager!"

He rearranges the food in his arms, then raises one arm and shakes it violently. Seeing that smiling face, I automatically sighed. Don't raise your voice when others look at you, it's a little embarrassing.

"I'm leaving for a while."

Leaving the eyes of the members behind, he approached the 1st department head. He's a guy who just came all the way to the booth to talk, but he doesn't know what to say in front of the members. The scariest thing in the world is the unpredictable troll.

"It's been a while, boss! How have you been?"

"You've been fine until recently."

Now that I see you, I don't think I'll be doing well.

"Hehe, that's good."

With that or not, Section 1 is only smiling. It's a really bad slap, so I'm holding on because I don't think I'll ever get up again. But let's be patient. Because if the first manager disappears, it will be difficult to find a replacement.

First of all, we need to find out why he is here. I believe that he didn't dare come to the place where the manager works.

"But what's going on here?"

"Huh? Didn't the minister tell you?"

Section 1 tilted his head as if he was rather puzzled by my question. Minister? what does that person say

'ah.'

- Don't be surprised that the administration will visit several people.

The minister said something like that when he saw the video a while ago. No shit, did that mean he was coming? I thought you were saying you should know because a few people from the administration are going to see my face for social purposes.

My expression was distorted in the unexpected situation, but the 1st department manager continued talking without hesitation.

"The minister said that if I went here, I would have work to do?"

"What are you going to do?"

After hearing the words of Section 1, I turned my head for a moment to get a rough outline. If the first manager came all the way here, I think he would know roughly what to do.

"The corpse will appear soon, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs also said that we have to wait because a person will go. But what does it mean to say that a corpse appears? Are you talking about the undead?"

"Don't worry, I'll let you know when the time comes."

"Hey..."

What kind of undead is the undead. Someday, when the Dawning Church has gained power and the undead has dried up on the continent. I organized my thoughts as I looked down at the 1st section, where my lips puckered up at my words.

'It's the perfect time to destroy the academy.'

One of the groups of interest, the Appels Resurrection Army, was code-named corpse because the third glory was filled with the emotions of the intelligence chief.

The soon-to-be-appearing body means that the third glory is going to attack in the midst of the commotion during the exposition, and I just have to wait for the subjugation force to be dispatched from the Special Task Force as the intelligence chief said earlier. But just in case, I'm aiming for a real fair.

'Intelligence is true.'

An obvious destination, an obvious time. If it looks like this, it's rather worrying that it's a counter-operation. With that kind of intelligence in the first place, they'd be making a fuss about rebuilding a country that was ruined 300 years ago.

While I was sorting out my thoughts, I heard the voice of Section 1 next to me.

"By the way, manager. This is the confectionery booth, right?"

"Uh. That's right, why?"

"Which bread or cookies do you like better?"

At those words, unconsciously, the eyes turned to the food held in the arms of Section 1. It's already too much for a meal, but you're going to buy more? As if he had noticed my gaze, the 1st department manager pushed out his chest and said confidently.

"There is a separate dessert boat!"

It's not something I really understand, but if it's you, that's what it is. Anyway, bread or cookies, which one is delicious?

"Bread is fine."

"Then I'll live with cookies."

When he looked at the first manager who had chosen another option without hesitation, he smiled and stuck out his tongue.

鈥淚 know everything tastes weird, boss, but cookies are better than bread.鈥�

Then he flew towards the booth. That cheeky manager got to the point of using the manager because he had been together for a long time. If a subordinate is trying to get to the top of the boss's head, where are these last words?

'I think so.'

So I purposely told him that bread, not cookies, was delicious. Honey, you are still far away. As I leisurely walked to the booth, I saw a department manager holding a cookie in his mouth and crying.

Also, Chapter 1 seems to be prettier when crying than smiling. I feel so at ease.

Ignoring Section 1, who looked at me with eyes full of betrayal, I entered the booth and came out with an apron.

"You have nothing to do?"

At those words, the first manager rolled his eyes and opened his mouth awkwardly.

"I was going to see some of the juniors in that club..."

"No."

He hung the apron around the neck of Section 1, whose hands were sealed while holding food. He turned his head back and forth to reject it, but it was a futile rebellion.

I wondered if it would be okay to leave this guy who doesn't know what to say in the booth, but if he has to stay at the academy instead of just coming to play, it's better to keep him next to him and monitor him. It's better for me to annoy you than to roam the academy out of sight.

"Louis茅. If you need a hand, let him do it."

"Oh, yes, brother."

Louise looked awkwardly at Section 1, who had a gloomy expression on her face, as if she had been caught and sold by a slave hunter, and then turned to me.

"By the way, brother, who is this person?"

"Because he's my subordinate, you can treat me comfortably."

"This is going to explode..."

mouth.

When the grumbling head of Section 1 grabbed the shoulder with a little force, he twisted his body and sat down.

***