[Dave’s Love Letter]
[The Potato Chips Sneaked During the Guard’s Lecture Time]
[The X-Ray Glasses Peeking at the Answer Sheet]
Big hit!
“Look at this, 2nd Hat! I got a love letter!”
“…Is that really that great?”
“If it’s a love letter from a second-year upper-class student, I could trade it for an amazing item, you know?”
Of course, I’m not taking something useless like X-Ray glasses.
The nerds say they like regular glasses, but with additional functionality, they think it’s to die for, but it was just X-Ray glasses made by a lower classman.
To see through a magical barrier, you have to increase the x-ray rate, but then the magical light leaks out, and the glasses create a backlight blaring “I’m cheating! I’m cheating!!” to the instructors.
For this reason, those suspicious glasses-wearing nerds are the top targets for written exam instructors.
[You have swept up 45 confiscated items into the bag you brought.]
Carrying a hefty bag like Santa Claus, just as I was about to leave the confiscation room, a room across caught my eye.
It was the materials the maid was peeking at.
What could it be?
I rushed over and glanced, and it was more interesting than I expected.
It was the transfer records of inmates confined for committing crimes.
In an academy where students might mess up and be forgiven during their growth process, those who end up in jail are far from ordinary.
The reason why the student’s name was on the inmate list was deservedly so.
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Inmate Log
Inmate Name: Yumi
Inmate Class: Mosquito Master
Reason for Confinement: Used pet mosquitoes to suck blood from classmates, causing chronic fatigue, recovery decline, anemia, itching, resulting in 3 fall accidents and 7 cases of injury during practical training.
Additionally, evidence of leading bloodstone transactions amounting to 200,000 points was uncovered, and further charges are being investigated.
Estimated number of victims: 215 students, 13 staff members, Professor Pinkberry
Place of Confinement and Duration: Great Prison 2nd Floor, 2 weeks
Bail: 300,000 points
*This inmate’s punishment is recorded to be handled by Professor Pinkberry and the Student Council.
*Upon payment of bail, Professor Pinkberry will take 7 and the Student Council 3. Instructors were forced to act as notaries.
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On the back, there was even a little doodle reading “Pinkberry the jerk” from the staff, making it a perfect inmate log.
“Hmm~. Seems like there’s a spy among those trapped in the Great Prison.”
“If I report it, can I expect a reward?”
“Report? Why would I do that? It’s not like it’ll give me a hefty reward.”
In this merciless academy where the chance to advance to the second year is sold for points, there’s no reason to do a low-paying service for a meager reward.
Besides, Yumi isn’t just any stranger; she’s dealt with the bloodstone merchant before!
“Well, this works out. Thanks to not being caught by the maids, I still have plenty of time left.”
Great Prison, 2nd floor underground.
Mosquito Master Yumi brushed off the rope marks on her wrist and pouted.
“Those sneaky ones. Just because I sucked a little blood, they lock me up for two weeks and I can’t attend classes.”
Sure, the giant mosquitoes were a bit bigger.
But they didn’t suck blood to the point of death, right?
Anemia? Dizziness? Falling accidents?
That’s all because they freaked out from the mosquitoes and tripped or fell while trying to run away.
Scratching their itchy bellies during practical training? That’s just foolishness.
When a spear is thrust at you in practice, do they plan to die from scratching their stomach?
Those fools should actually be thankful.
They get to experience the kind of idiotic deaths that could happen in real life and can be careful not to make the same mistakes in the future.
Professors are the same.
If they can’t handle a little tickle at their level, how can they hold the students accountable for such things?
“Yumi the Mosquito Master. It’s visiting time.”
“Me?”
Did any of my classmates come to visit me?
Yumi tried to recall.
– A girl who brings annoying mosquitoes around.
– Humanity’s enemy. Just die outside.
– I wouldn’t even call you a third-year. You’re more like a fourth-year.
…Definitely no one is coming.
All my classmates hated me.
When I went out to the visiting room, the person sitting across was indeed not a classmate.
A maid dressed in black and white, with cat ears headband and a chest-enhancing outfit brimming with mid-battle prowess.
With her tail held straight up, the beast-maid’s entrance left Yumi openly bewildered.
“Why’s a maid here? You didn’t come to take away my stuff, did you?”
“Isn’t it frustrating that you’ve been deprived of freedom due to your unpopular class?”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
“Don’t you want revenge on the professor, the Student Council, and your classmates who locked you up? While you’re trapped in this damp basement, they are enjoying the youth of the great sports festival.”
“Hmph. Freeze to death during the great sports festival. What youth, it’s a miracle if I don’t suddenly die due to a high-year student’s error.”
Yumi was already sufficiently wealthy without needing to cling to the points from the sports festival.
They sentenced her to two weeks for the 200,000 points she earned from bloodstone trading, but she was a fierce woman who could use blood magic by sucking mosquito blood.
Her malicious determination to last two weeks and keep all the points she gathered!
“Revenge can wait until I get out in two weeks.”
“It’s fine even if it’s not now. Whenever you need help, just go to the closed art room in the old classroom. Someone is waiting there to help you.”
“Hmph. You came to propose recruitment to a weird organization like ‘Bikini Warrior Squad’ or ‘Demon Minion Cult,’ didn’t you? Dream on. I won’t wear Bikini Armor or that Black High Leg costume of the Demon Minion Cult. I won’t wear anything weirder than that either.”
Yumi firmly drew the line.
She appreciated the skill of slipping into the academy as a maid.
No evil organization has shown as much skill as this.
Even so, she’d managed just fine on her own up to this point.
Next time, she’d plan to use her mosquitoes more stealthily, only extracting enough blood to cause sleep disorders without letting them faint, tormenting them just enough.
She didn’t need outside help for revenge.
“Ah, here you are! No wonder you weren’t in your cell.”
Right then, from above the maid, a kid wearing a conical hat leaped down, her school uniform skirt fluttering, showing off her pantyhose.
Landing soundlessly, the kid, unlike the maid who had a cat-like appearance but didn’t quite feel beast-like, seamlessly incorporated the stealthy movements of a quiet hunter into each step she took.
“Are you one of those maids too?”
“Nope! I’m here for a request!”
“I reject any offers to join your organization.”
“Oh come on, that’s unreasonable. Just stay in jail and let me borrow a mosquito for a bit!”
“…Wait. That cheerful voice and small stature… You’re that Oknodie I did the bloodstone deal with, right?”
With chubby cheeks begging to be pinched and dimples appearing, Oknodie nodded in agreement.
“You remember!”
“Glad you’re a trade partner. But what do you want with a mosquito? First off, do you even know how to handle one?”
That was a legitimate question.
Without obtaining a rare class like Mosquito Master, controlling such a small, inferior creature would be a lot harder than it seemed.
The control magic requires the target to be subdued and remain still while the magic is inscribed, but mosquitoes are generally fast and erratic.
You can’t just make them sit still long enough to inscribe the ritual!
Compared to ordinary small animals, mosquitoes have a higher difficulty level for taming, akin to rare mob tamers!
With that said, they have low combat power and waver between pests and monsters focused on utility, meaning if 2nd years struggle to tame them, first years have no chance.
“Show me one! Just one!”
“That’s quite the confidence. Hmm, maybe I’ll give you a chance.”
With a wee that was unpleasant to hear, a mosquito the size of a finger buzzed in.
“Bit me!”
Wee!!
Responding to her master’s command, the mosquito chirped and charged.
It folded its wings and changed its flight angle like a spiral, darting into my blind spot.
Behind it, as if to create a distraction, the mosquito gleefully thought about piercing its long stinger into the pale skin.
“Paralyze!”
The ambitious mosquito’s dream of paralyzing the area within a 1-meter radius around it was struck by Oknodie’s magic, plummeting onto the cold floor of the visiting room.
“Well, a great Mosquito Master should also know how to subdue their mosquitoes.”
Yumi nodded with satisfaction.
“Ritual Inscription: Silence!”
“A silent mosquito? So that’s your preference, Junior. A noiseless mosquito isn’t bad. You could create a blood thief that you wouldn’t even notice when you’re being drained.”
“Ritual Inscription: Shooting!”
“Wow. You’re inscribing two rituals on that little mosquito? You’ve really got skill.”
“Ritual Inscription: Invisible! Ritual Inscription: Camouflage! Ritual Inscription: Bloody Booster!”
“…Junior?”
How many rituals are you inscribing?!
Is she, like, better than me?
Yumi’s pupils started to tremble.
