Chapter 196: Persistence

The subsequent day, on the foremost constructing of the Imperial Academy.

College students had been bustling with chatter at a restaurant́ with a terrace.

“I don’t wish to graduate…”

Mendacity face down on the desk, sobbing, was Maeve Butterfield, a commoner. Gracie, sitting subsequent to her, tilted her head, her good friend quizzically.

“Why don’t you wish to graduate? You at all times say you wish to graduate shortly and be free from assignments.”

“…Are you actually asking since you don’t know?”

Maeve barely raised her head, her brown curly hair framing her black eyes, now half-closed.

“That’s why you may’t assist however be a part of the the Aristocracy who know nothing of the world.”

“The cake purchased by a noble tastes good, doesn’t it?”

Gracie toyed with the thought of eradicating the cake plate in entrance of Maeve, who hurriedly devoured the cake.

“I used to be whining about eager to graduate once I was within the second 12 months. And now I’m within the fifth 12 months.”

“What does that need to do with something?”

After gulping down the candy cake, Maeve noticed Gracie, trying disgusted, push her personal plate of cake ahead.

“Do you actually not know? Commoners need to serve within the navy after commencement. It’s a criticism about my destiny.”

“Her? Anybody would suppose nobles are exempt from navy service.”

“No, however nonetheless, as a noble, you’d go to a better place.”

“…Why would you suppose that?”

Gracie sighed at her good friend, filled with prejudice towards the the Aristocracy.

“Properly, there’s a senior within the membership whose relative runs a knight order… Even when that senior serves, it’s throughout the household’s knight order. Simply spend time there after which retire. Who would push their nephew or cousin into hazard?”

“…That is perhaps, however not me. Have you learnt how strict my grandmother is?”

“Actually?”

“And, have you learnt what number of children my age dwell in our mansion? Together with the distant kin, there should be dozens enrolled on this academy alone. Even when they’re distant, if anybody confirmed them a little bit of affection, a revolt would erupt very quickly. It’s sure I’d be a daily soldier.”

Gracie let loose a deep sigh and seemed in a sure path.

“However it will be completely different for Siriel.”

“……Huh?”

Siriel, who had been staring blankly at her espresso cup, was startled by the sudden remark.

“Why me…”

“Siriel, you’re going to inherit your father’s knight order. You’re already busy with the handover classes.”

“Is that true, Siriel? You received’t have to fret about employment.”

“Me, I…”

Siriel couldn’t end her sentence, bowing her head deeply.

Did she say issues too harshly? The environment round Siriel was not regular.

“I… hate the knight order.”

“…Huh?”

“I’d somewhat be a daily soldier.”

It was a second of not understanding what to do. Siriel continued in a voice combined with a sob. Siriel’s often haughty and assured look now confirmed vulnerability, capturing the eye of everybody on the desk and on the terrace.

“What nonsense is that? You wish to roll round like a standard soldier as a substitute of being within the knight order? Are you out of your thoughts?”

“Oh come on!”

Gracie slapped Maeve’s babbling mouth shut.

“Siriel, is there an issue currently? You’ve been zoning out.”

“…”

“Speak to us about your worries. We’re buddies.”

Gracie, holding Siriel’s fingers, spoke gently. Not like her delicate face, Siriel’s fingers had been tough and calloused. Gracie glared resentfully at Maeve.

“Siriel, may it’s as a result of knight order follow has been too harsh?”

“Uh, no, it’s not that.”

“Then what’s it? I’m anxious about you. You’ve misplaced weight and have been out of it.”

“…That, that’s.”

Siriel scratched his reddening nostril bridge. Overwhelmed by his feelings, he felt embarrassed after calming down.

“Will you not tease me if I inform?”

“Why would I tease? And in the event you’re struggling this a lot, there should be a very good purpose.”

“…Ought to I inform?”

Siriel took a deep breath, clenching his enamel. Gracie and Maeve held their breaths, focusing.

“No, navy service is simply as soon as, however the knight order, you must go on expeditions till you retire.”

“…Huh?”

Was it simply due to that? Gracie suppressed the phrases that rose to her throat.

“Siriel is extra infantile than she seems.”

Maeve couldn’t maintain again her phrases. At her good friend’s undignified conduct, Gracie dried her face.

Gracie resolved by no means to purchase Maeve a cake once more. Unaware of this, Maeve simply shrugged.

“Then possibly being within the knight order is best. That’s what I feel.”

“…What do you imply?”

“I imply, navy service requires you to protect the border yearly. Isn’t it higher to be in a knight order the place you simply observe assigned missions?”

“The prophecy says the seventh Apostle stays within the temple, and after 12 strikes, an actual battle happens on the thirteenth.”

Shiron made up an excuse as he vented his frustration. Rambling explanations had been removed from his ordinary temperament, however the uncertainty of whether or not the enemy would come over the previous ten days had left him anxious.

“After the Dragon God’s Stone Statue comes the Armor of the God of Decay, adopted by the Lord of the Lifeless, and at last, the seventh Apostle Korax seems. The temple is within the heart of the Demon Realm, however its precise location hasn’t been disclosed.”

“However why the twelfth? The Apostle may seem on the eleventh.”

Latera requested with an harmless face.

“You heard what the hero stated final time. Even that… the elf with dementia wasn’t presupposed to be within the prophecy. Prophecies aren’t absolute…”

“The elf with dementia?”

-What? What did you simply say?!

A livid shout got here from a distance. Seira was within the midst of repairing the wrecked land, and even amidst constructing a large Colosseum-like construction for the subsequent strike, she was nonetheless on excessive alert.

“Who’s obtained dementia!”

Seira approached swiftly and burst out angrily.

“Me, I’m in my prime in elven years! Don’t suppose by human requirements!”

“…Why are you freaking out abruptly? And who stated it was about you?”

“Anyway! An elf’s lifespan is principally hundreds of years, I simply handed 700! By human requirements, that’s like being in your twenties. And even elves get wrinkles and such after they age!”

“Yeah, you’re nonetheless plump.”

Shiron scanned Seira’s physique and spoke. Seira fanned her cheeks, making an attempt to chill off the warmth.

“Ahem… I didn’t imply to eavesdrop, however the little angel is sensible. In the event that they hold appearing like they’re going to invade, the initiative is on their facet, and it’s a unilateral loss for us. We have now to do one thing to interrupt the impasse.”

“…That is sensible.”

Shiron seemed up on the spectator seats of the Colosseum. There, Lucia was seen snacking whereas a shabby ebook.

“It’s a miracle Lucia hasn’t complained till now.”

Shiron thought that Lucia can be the primary to recommend invading. Maybe it was due to the elevated affection? Usually, she would have complained at the very least a few times, however Lucia had participated within the battles with none fuss for the previous two months.

After all, Shiron additionally tried his finest to accommodate Lucia’s temper.

He had organized a particular seat within the Colosseum so Lucia may wait comfortably, and regardless that Seira and the three of them may combat collectively, Shiron allowed Lucia to shout out the names of her strategies from a distance.

“I can’t even go to highschool due to this. I ponder if I can graduate safely.”

“Then, how about I am going to highschool with you? If there’s an emergency, you sign, and I’ll zap! Convey Lucia over.”

“Hmm, not a nasty thought.”

“Proper? They received’t even discover I used to be there after a day. And if want be, I can simply use a cloaking spell.”

“So, are we nonetheless on for the Demon Realm?”

“…Let’s wait.”

Shiron turned away from the chattering pair.

“The place are you going?”

“Let’s do this first, and if it actually doesn’t work, we’ll go to the Demon Realm.”

Shiron opened a door put aside within the nook of the Colosseum. The door was related to an elevator that went deep underground, able to shortly descending lots of of meters under.

Shortly after, Shiron emerged from underground carrying a big cross.

Upon nearer inspection, it was not only a cross. An elf with its ears reduce off was tied to the cross, sporting an expression of full bewilderment.

Thump—

Shiron slammed the cross into the bottom in the midst of the Colosseum, proper below the unusual clouds.

The elf on the cross, Verian, squinted within the daylight he hadn’t seen shortly and muttered,

“What’s it this time!”

“…Don’t blame me. Blame your patron as a substitute.”

Spitting on the sandy flooring, Shiron took a deep breath and lifted his head. Neither Verian, Seira, nor Latera may perceive what Shiron was as much as along with his antics.

“In ten minutes!! Each ten minutes!!”

“…?”

“I’ll break a finger one after the other, so come out shortly!!”

Shiron’s shout echoed off the Colosseum partitions, resounding loudly. Verian’s complexion turned pale on the echoing menace.

“Why are you doing this to me! I’ve completed nothing flawed!!”

“Actually asking since you don’t know? It’s since you’re a patron or one thing like a spy.”

Shiron sighed and rotated his shoulders.

“And why wouldn’t you be within the flawed? You recognize very effectively the hazards of researching teleportation, and but, seducing an harmless priest was not a mistake?”

“I had no selection. I’m a sufferer too…”

Zap! Sparks flew into Verian’s view, and a second later, he felt a extreme ache on his cheek.

‘…It hasn’t been ten minutes but?’

As Verian seemed puzzled, Shiron healed the burst cheek utilizing his divine energy.

“You name your self a sufferer? You spoke wrongly in regards to the confederate, didn’t you?”

“…”

“You must have died alone. Have you learnt how a lot Sir Dexter is hurting due to you?”

Zap—

In his anger, Shiron hit him once more.

“And don’t fear in regards to the damaged fingers; I’ll heal them. I’m gentler than an inquisitor, so don’t maintain an excessive amount of resentment, I’ve instructed you repeatedly.”

Verian took that to imply Shiron wouldn’t finish this in 100 minutes.

Nobody tried to cease Shiron’s actions.