How to Survive at the Academy-Chapter 227

To you who survived (2)

During the festival, there was no hesitation.

This is because I had to attend a lot of events, help out with undergraduate scholarships, continue my camp life, and never stop personal training. As a result, I didn’t feel like I was enjoying the festival properly.

What is particularly noteworthy is that Princess Selaha often mentioned my name in public.

In an interview with Vice-Principal Rachel, he said he asked questions about a student named Ed Rothtailer.

He mentioned Ed Rothtailer when speaking on the center stage, and even when he attended a prayer meeting presided over by St.

As if he had made up his mind that he would definitely embrace me at this opportunity, he was approaching me so firmly that his arrogant attitude until now was overshadowed.

Not only that, but there were also a huge number of letters sent by her butler, Des.

Staying at the Sylvania Academy during the festival, he wrote me a letter a full day. Even all of them were handwritten letters, and the contents were quite dense.

Every night, it was not difficult to imagine how he sat down at his private table in the guest house and wrote down letters with a quill pen. It wasn’t even a love letter, but it was filled with romantic rhetoric one after another, and in the end, the final conclusion was a story about sticking with yourself.

– ‘It’s chilly at night on Aken Island. Does it mean that autumn is slowly coming? Time flies really fast. It’s been a long time since we met face-to-face during the Roth Taylor Mansion disaster, but there was little sense of deep understanding of each other. Don’t say it outright. I want to understand you more deeply. It also means finding a political compromise, but I just want to know deeply about the human being you are. can you tell me Won’t you make me understand the hardships of your life and the beliefs you’ve been holding on to? I believe that if it is your lonely but strong life, there will most likely be a part that touches me.’

– ‘The fever of the festival continues. Today, I visited the living quarters. It feels special to think that this is where you live. And seeing the students humming peacefully in the festive mood, I think so. After all, conflict doesn’t create anything.’

– ‘If we put all the confrontations so far into the past and hold hands, I’m sure a better future awaits. I will give you the best treatment I can give you. The power within the imperial family can also be guaranteed to the extent that it is not regrettable compared to when Crepin was in the state.’

– ‘Let’s end the feud. The disaster at Roth Taylor’s mansion was nothing more than a kind of deviation from the crepin. We can envision a new future just like ourselves. The beautiful blueprint may be different, but I have no doubt that if we talk to each other well, it will become a stepping stone for building a greater empire.’

When I look at the letter filled with respect like that, I feel a sense of incongruity because it seems so contrary to what I felt when I met Princess Sellaha in person.

When I finish reading the letter and put it down, Des, the butler, who came to deliver it, asks me in a polite tone.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you. Would you like to accompany me?”

When I ask such a question, I just shake my head without saying anything.

Then, the letter arrives the next day.

– ‘I thought you wouldn’t accept my invitation. You’ll most likely want to stand by Fenia’s side and give her strength. However, it is something to think about carefully. Would it be a happy thing for that child to become emperor? He was a kid who didn’t usually care about things like power. A child who lived after hearing the story of a courteous princess who is always kind and listens to the words of her subordinates.’

– ‘However, when you ascend to the throne, you must buy someone’s resentment. After all, a monarch is a person who has the courage to turn half the people who oppose his decision as an enemy. Do you think that’s possible with Fenia? It is certain that, following idealism, you will get caught up in the rocks of reality and roll down the floor.’

– ‘If it were me, I could continue to protect Penia’s tender heart. As long as you are by my side and take care of things well, Fenia can always live in the Rose Palace as a kind and benevolent princess who cares for the people. It’s up to us to handle the real work, and letting a child like Fenia live in a bright world… Wouldn’t that be the right allocation of roles?’

The letter that came the next day was selling Fenia’s happiness.

From the point of view of Selah, who does not doubt that Princess Fenia and I have a special relationship, it was quite a match worth throwing.

However, the more I do this, the more I remember the story that Penia had been eagerly telling me.

– ‘Never, you can’t pass it on to Selaha unnie.’

– ‘Selaha unnie… once you get it, you lose all interest. Selaha’s greed rises when she discovers something she couldn’t get her hands on. So, no matter what Selaha offers or what approach she takes… the moment you pass, your value, Ed, will plummet to the bottom.’

Truly a paradoxical story. In order to protect my values, I have to throw away all the proposals of the opponent who give me a high value.

“Princess Selaha is waiting, would you like to accompany me?”

At Death’s words, I, who was sitting by the campfire, shook my head again.

Then, without a doubt, the letter flew in the next day.

– ‘Don’t appreciate your firm will. However, I can say for sure. If you take my hand, I will surely become the emperor of this empire. We can guarantee you as much as you can. I can help you both physically and mentally so that the Roth Taylor family, where you have worked your whole life, can once again become the most prestigious family in the empire.’

– ‘I need you, Ed Rothtailer. I want you to be mine I desperately want you.’

A tone that asks you to come to your powers outright. There was an added urgency to the letter.

Of course, it’s just a letter. It is completely unknown whether the person who wrote this letter is really desperate. The opponent is someone who has lived his whole life in politics. It was something I couldn’t move my heart because I felt the sincerity with a few words.

At the words of Des who asked if he would accompany him, he shook his head again.

– ‘I think I’ve been thinking about you all day today. Ed Roth Taylor. It seems that this is not the only cause of the idea of having you politically involved.’

– ‘At some point, your voice or face seeps into my heart, and whenever I have a chance, I spend the day reminiscing about you. Of course, personal feelings should not take precedence in politics that determines the direction of a country. However, since I am also a full-fledged woman… There are times when I have no choice but to feel the heat in my heart.’

– ‘I’m curious about you. I am curious about your strong loyalty that allows a human being like you to firmly carry out my beliefs even in the presence of a princess of one country. I wish it was towards me I wish Nara would respect women. Every day when I sit in my office and review my agenda, I want you to stand next to me.’

– ‘I long for you. Ed Roth Taylor. Please, I hope you will support me by my side on the path I walk.’

The next day, in the letter, he was finally selling his heart. Of course, I can never believe this.

At this point, it gets scary. How far can this princess go to get what she wants?

The terrifying degree of greed is almost deafening.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you. Please accompany me.”

Of course… I was still shaking my head.

Until the day when the festival ended like that, I had to do this over and over again.

*The last day of the festival was bright.

I hear the Sylvania Academy festivities end with a grand fireworks display at the Student Square at midnight tonight.

There is still some time left for the entire empire to celebrate, but today is the end of the period for Emperor Chloel and Princess Selaha to stay on Aken Island.

If all the festival schedules are completed well, you will be able to take a two-day break on the weekend and return to the daily routine of continuing your studies.

“Princess Selaha is waiting for you.”

Princess Selaha sent a letter to the last day.

The content was somewhat as expected. It was half a confession of love, but I had a cold expression on my face.

“…The Empress Dowager has great writing skills. The flow of the words, even with a strange sincerity, is truly amazing. I would like to try writing a poem or novel.”

After reading the letter, my answer was decided. Perhaps Des was also expecting it.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going.”

*“Even consciously, it is good to think positively. President Tanya.”

“It’s so disgusting that Ziggs-senpai said that.”

“I’m talking about President Tanya because I’m worried.”

“…”

Read 𝓁atest chapters at fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm Only.

A time to take a break.

Tanya, who was lying on the sofa in the student president’s office, half-dead, limp, brushed her frizzy hair and looked towards the door.

Ziggs Eiffelstein, who had even brought a snack, tossed a few kettles on the table for the work and sat down on the opposite sofa.

As he sat comfortably with his hands on the back of the sofa, he did not feel any respect for the student council president.

I couldn’t help it. In fact, in the student council, Jigs was much more likely to play the role of a stick than a carrot.

As I was mainly chasing Tanya, who ran away, my opponent now looks more like a prisoner dreaming of escaping from time to time rather than looking like the student council president.

“Boa Hani was lying on the sofa and was the president for nothing. I want to retire. I want to die. I want to run away to a place no one knows about. What is Ed’s brother doing? Should I just pass the housekeeper job? Should I accept it in the first place? But maybe it’s my responsibility. Why did you take responsibility in the first place? I just want to die. help me. someone please save me Aren’t you repeating these monologues over and over again?”

Tanya took a breath and looked at Ziggs.

“Now… the repertoire is obvious, so it’s not really surprising. Still, as of today, didn’t you finish all the work that was delayed during the festival? Now that Anis senior is here too, you will feel much more relaxed when you return to your regular academic life.”

“I want to enjoy my own peace of mind, but what do I do with a lot of bad thoughts?”

“So, even consciously, you have to think about something good. It doesn’t matter if it’s a lie.”

“There is no point in saying good things with lies.”

“No, it has some meaning. I’ve heard from Elka, though.”

Ziggs roughly checked the condition of his equipment and spoke as if throwing it dryly.

“It could be a kind of self-suggestion, maybe it’s just a mask… But if you lie to yourself by immersing yourself in it for a long time, it is said that at some point your heart will accept it as fact. I think there was some terminology… I can’t remember…”

“…It’s strangely absurd about psychoanalysis. I don’t know much about that field…”

“I don’t know either. But, isn’t that a good thing? I am happy with myself every day. I am full of energy. I love work. I can’t stand it because I want to work. work is my life I’m going to die at work!! Wouldn’t it be possible to have a more positive approach to life if you lie, repeat, and repeat?”

“I’m sorry, but that’s how my life ends, so I hate it.”

“…Certainly, the example was a bit overkill. sorry.”

Ziggs smirked, then glanced at Tanya, who was finally resting properly after a long task.

Regardless of this or that, he is a human being who somehow completes his work within the deadline. He said that all human qualities are inherited, and he resembles my older brother a lot in many ways.

I think that I can become a good leader if I give a good assistant, but… Right now, my dignity doesn’t live because of the way I look like a corpse.

Well, there must be such a person.

With that thought in mind, Ziggs wiped the sheath with a cloth.

“… you refused to accompany me. You probably won’t be with me until the end.”

Even when the princess of a country bends over like this, there is no sign of moving.

A splendid private room prepared for Princess Selaha. Inside the neatly arranged room, there was also an office table.

Princess Selaha, who sat at the huge table and teased her quills, snorted at Des’ report.

“Pretending to be expensive… After all, you’re just greedy for power…”

It is difficult to find time to accompany Emperor Chloel during the festival. Going to Ed Roth-Taylor’s camp every day is, of course, impossible.

So Princess Selaha tried to convince him through a letter, but there was also a limit. He actively fanned Ed Roth-Taylor by writing more radical and drastic content, but his steadfast heart shows no sign of moving at all.

Now, even strange omissions began to occur, and I began to put more effort into the correspondence I send to him every day than I thought.

Of course, there is not a single word of sincerity in the contents of the letter. Princess Selaha, who has neither blood nor tears, has no reason to give it all away because she wants to hold a duke’s master in her hand.

It’s just a rumor. Most of the time, it will pass at this point.

Drunk by the fact that a human being, the princess of a country, needs her to this extent, she misses an objective evaluation of her own worth.

However, the tyrant Selaha, who regards everything below me as nothing more than a chess piece to be used up… there is no reason to do so.

“I think it would be best to take the time and visit again…”

Coincidentally, I have a lot of schedule for tomorrow morning, and there are a lot of reports to review. I also have to schedule a visit to the Trix Hall, and I have to go to lunch with the principal, Obel Forsius.

In the end, there is nothing I can do right now other than to write the letter in a more sincere way… The problem is that I have written all of the repertoire that I can write. There is also a limit to writing a false letter that seems to contain more sincerity.

“Even when I bend over to this point, I don’t even blink an eye…”

Rather, Princess Sellaha had a fishy smile. Just imagining what it would be like to defeat Ed Roth Taylor, who has been so strong and loyal, makes my heart flutter.

At least, Princess Selaha has never been so engrossed in herself that she has tried to grab someone’s hand. Usually it would have come before that.

Lately, I’ve been thinking all day about whether I should write something this time and blow air into his ear.

He tried to stimulate his loyalty to Princess Fenia, and in the end, he even told a shocking story that he was in love with Ed Roth Taylor.

Still, Ed Roth-Taylor doesn’t even dream.

‘Did you detect that it was all lies…?’

I had that thought in my mind. Other than that, I wrote a lot of unconventional words… but seeing that they have never come across, it seems that they do not believe the content at all.

Do we need a more reliable and sincere tone? Just promising more wealth and fame won’t move him, so what’s needed at this point is sincerity that can make him believe he’s sincere.

You need to wrap your mind so that you can convince him of the sincerity, so that even the suspicious Ed Roth-Taylor can’t be fooled…

Once it fell into my hands and became a human who betrayed Fenia, I use him to my advantage and then throw it away. I draw a picture of the man’s face when he ends up being abandoned by Selah. When I imagine the joy of that time, a smile already flows from my lips.

So Selaha continues to write letters full of lies.

I think about the wording of the letter all day long.

Over and over again, endlessly immersed in… I was lying to myself over and over again.

*“Your request has been rejected. In fact, the sage’s seal is not open to the public even for research purposes, so it is difficult to get permission from the student level request.”

The staff at the Trix Hall kindly talked to Aila beyond the window. It was a girl who had been asking Obel Forsius to meet him for several days already, and was submitting a request to read the sage’s seal.

“is that so…”

“Yes… Since it’s a treasure with a history of theft, I’m also cautious at the academic level…”

“Okay…thank you…”

Ayla greeted the window and exited the Trix building.

Although the festival fever continues, the office building, Trix Pavilion, still has a fairly business-like atmosphere.

That subtle heat remains, but whatever you do, you have to do it.

Ayla looked around the Trix Pavilion for a moment, then lowered her head and hardened her expression. freёwebnoѵel.com

Somehow, it was necessary to find another way.

Somehow… The intuition that I had to read the sage’s seal… kept coming up.