Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable, yet it was reality.
“I will grant you special parole.”
“Is that really okay, Professor?! You’re setting a precedent that has never existed at the Academy!”
“Precedents are just excuses that pathetic humans use when they want to mercilessly torment someone they wish they could kill. Do not throw around human concepts like ‘precedent’ in front of me, the guardian of dragons. In matters that make sense, there must be an equivalent reward.”
“Wow! Parole! Jonnas, want some tofu salad?”
“Miss, please don’t carry food like that in your bag. Dishes made with beans and tofu should be eaten quickly for your skin’s sake.”
“Hmph. But other tofu dishes have minor stat boosts compared to mapo tofu.”
Professor Mahabharata acknowledged Jonnas’ contribution and declared a special parole, and the Jonnas rescue team accomplished their goal.
“Why are you all looking so relieved when only half of the job is done? We must immediately commence the pursuit and capture of the escapees with the Student Council.”
“Ah…”
“Belocassion, that bastard… I can’t forgive him… If caught, I’ll throw him in prison wearing the humiliating Bikini Armor Group’s bikini armor that he can never take off…”
The instructors, making such a cruel resolution, left the scene.
Ishtar, who was watching their retreat with pity, snapped back to reality and cast a telepathic spell on me.
“I’ve believed in you from the start. If you were the one who drew up the grand plot to subjugate the Emperor, you must have a plan.”
“Then why are you casting a telepathic message?”
“I’m anxious. Helping to take down the chief guard and helping imprison the prisoners, that has to be part of a plan, right? While I could’ve easily caught them, I ended up helping too many bad guys escape.”
Seems like she’s unsure whether she did a good deed or a bad one and can’t calculate the plus and minus.
Well, if it’s someone new going through their first life, that’s understandable!
“Of course it was a good deed. If the Demon King’s Four Kings were still around, the Northern Front would be in a much harsher situation right now.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely!”
“Then isn’t the Saintess Alliance launch ceremony unnecessary now?”
“Eh?”
“Since the Four Kings were summoned and assassinated, who knew such a terrifying incident would occur while the Kings were out fighting and draining their power?”
If the Four Kings die, then the commanders also perish, and when the commanders are gone, the Demon King’s army’s invasion dwindles.
As a result, the Northern Front’s commotion can resolve itself without the support of various church troops and Saintesses.
Not entirely wrong, but the reason the Saintess Alliance was formed had nothing to do with the Northern Front from the beginning.
“To lift Nepher-tem’s curse, we can’t avoid it!”
“Phew. Turns out I did a good deed.”
Feeling relieved that she could say she did a good deed, I contemplated feeding Ishtar a tofu dish as a celebration when a particularly fortunate instructor, who didn’t need to pursue the escapees, rushed in.
Upon hearing the instructor’s words, Professor Mahabharata’s expression darkened considerably.
“While the Demon King’s Four Kings and the statements regarding the prisoners’ mass escape can be documented later, let’s head to the Grand Auditorium for now!”
“Me? Why?”
“Because the Principal has caused a ruckus during the launch ceremony attended by distinguished guests from around the world, by using you, the second-year Oknodie, as an excuse!”
Thunder rumble crash.
I had no idea what was happening in the Grand Auditorium but seeing the thick, dark clouds from which lightning was unleashing left me with a feeling that this wasn’t a normal situation.
Since I needed to buy time for Belocassion to escape, this seemed like a great opportunity.
“I’m going right now!”
Above all, I can’t miss out on this fun event!
*
[To elevate a new organization to the level of an existing one with history and tradition, it must have a legendary launch event to match.]
[Let me create a legendary event that will be talked about for ages at the Saintess launch ceremony for you.]
As soon as Omoshiroi spotted the former emperor, whom he detested more than anything, he was unfurling his plans.
Then, with the all-capable guardian, Professor Mahabharata, usually managing the cooking, housework, asset management, fluctuations in Academy points, and even overseeing the instructors, temporarily absent, Omoshiroi dashed to the podium, sticking his massive face in.
Caring about whether he’d get caught was out of the question; he planned to wreak havoc unceremoniously.
Thunder rumble crash!
“Gah!”
“Help, someone!”
The former emperor, who shared the same number of dimensional barriers as Omoshiroi, leisurely shrugged off the attacks, causing the innocent to suffer the consequences.
If the Principal desired, others could be spared from any harm, but as the empire changed power and the world’s order became unstable, troublesome thoughts were starting to emerge.
‘Sending a Saintess to the Academy to ambush a student? The former emperor, who knew how to maintain the order, would never have allowed such a thing.’
When the empire was strong, the former emperor smartly moved to prevent disasters before they occurred, but it seemed he had finally cast aside his longstanding responsibilities.
Because of this, the Principal engaged in teaching the distinguished guests at the launch ceremony the fear of the Evil Dragon.
[The Saintess Alliance is the beacon of humanity, rising against the world’s enemies, the Demon King faction. Should you even think of acting out of line, the world will descend into chaos, not just the Saintess Alliance. This electric storm is a foreshadowing of the pain you will face when chaos ensues!]
[Should you hold any grievances, you will leave the Academy immediately as a token of your disinterest in what pertains to the Saintess Alliance.]
As he unleashed a brutal and harsh atmosphere, many who stood suddenly scrambled to leave their seats.
However, the moment they stood up, status ailments [Paralyze] and [Electrocution] kicked in, pausing their muscles and mana, causing them to plop back onto their chairs.
[Oh? Not a single person has left the Grand Auditorium, and they remain seated. That spirit to contribute to world peace is indeed remarkable.]
[As a token of appreciation for that spirit, I’ll grant you a chance to donate to the Saintess Alliance. Why not donate 10 million points for every 60 seconds that passes?]
The audacity of the middle realm’s notorious thugs—the original gangsters, the Evil Dragons!
Innocent participants at the launch that were about to be zapped and robbed of their points had unexpectedly been offered a life-saving hand.
“Principal, Student Oknodie, who managed the event, just arrived. Please enjoy the festivities for now.”
The Principal glared at Oknodie with his vertically split pupils that resembled those of a lizard and licked his lips in anticipation.
[Why didn’t you make a run for it? You could have enjoyed a week of freedom.]
“That’s not an option! There’s so much more to gain in the academy than outside!”
[Well, since you’ve had a decent amount of fun, I’ll overlook this. You humans should heed your manners, as your precious gods and kingdoms won’t care enough to save your lives.]
Regardless of how rotten the Principal was, he was still the Principal of the Academy.
If Oknodie wanted to remain a student, it was natural that the Principal would side with them.
[Now, Oknodie. Show these arrogant ones who’ve gathered here to manipulate the Saintess Alliance your cruel and wicked true colors. What is your purpose?]
Suddenly bolstered by the Principal’s words, the attendees, finally catching their breath after the shocking revelation, looked up pale-faced at Oknodie.
The collaboration between the Principal of the Gift Academy and the Chief Scholarship Student Oknodie of the Wahyhiemhai Foundation, who had just dethroned the Emperor.
Everyone was filled with dread over what horrific outcome this collaboration would bring.
“Uh, um. I appreciate you all being here, but I don’t actually need any help, and the Saintess Alliance has served its purpose. You all went through a lot to come here, how about looking at this instead?”
Oknodie opened a bag and poured its contents onto the floor, like they were unveiling commemorative merchandise.
The sack was, in fact, a body bag and what spilled out were the bodies of the Demon King’s Four Kings El Niño.
The Saintess Alliance couldn’t help but be struck silent as they realized that the Demon King’s Four Kings were dead.
With the most bothersome El Niño now found cold and lifeless, if they bided their time to help the main forces of the Demon King’s Army invade the North with their climate manipulation and large-area curses, they would have to resort to risking many Saintesses’ lives for a special operation.
“What the hell does this mean?”
“Are we being insulted?”
“It seems too much to be just an insult with such results.”
As the confused Popes collaborated on a conclusion, a terrifying hypothesis began to emerge.
“Could this be a move to ensnare our Divine Alliance too? Honestly, if they could independently subjugate the Demon King’s Four Kings, what need would they have for the Divine Alliance’s help?”
“!!”
As if it was perfectly timed, Oknodie chimed in with a bright expression, as if they had more to give.
“You’re right. Introducing our girls seems kind of like a mini fan meeting, right? So, why not stick around for an autograph session with our Saintesses while you’re here!”
The Popes interpreted this…
When we’re saying nice things, support our kids and acknowledge their legitimacy. If you want to live, then comply. If you dare, try it with the Principal instead.
…They had no choice but to fall for this filthy, shameful suggestion as an unplanned autograph session erupted.
