Became the Golden Sun of the Academy

38 – Rest (3)

“1,500Pt…… Isn’t that an exaggerated score…… ?”

When Ella, the former hero and current board chairman, appeared, Professor Cayenne couldn’t even speak properly.

Repeatedly putting on and taking off his glasses, and pretending to wipe off the cold sweat that didn’t flow clearly showed how uncomfortable he was with the current situation.

“Is it excessive?”

Ella went up to the podium and looked down at Professor Cayenne, who was about a head taller than her.

Cayenne could only look up at her humiliatingly, almost turning her head 90 degrees.

“Professor, you don’t seem to know how dangerous the witches captured by Adele Heights students are.”

As she said that, Ella’s eyes narrowed like snakes.

He’s just talking peacefully, but as if he’ll bite his neck if he answers wrong.

It was only then that I could see cold sweat forming on Cayenne’s face, overwhelmed by the presence of the former hero.

“There are dozens of students who have been bitten by that witch and are still wandering around her near death. If it had not been for the help of the saintess, all those children would have gone to the other world. Do you understand?”

As I did, Ella pressed her fingers to the top of Cayenne’s head.

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It must not have been an illusion that Professor Cayenne, who was already full of himself, felt as if he had become smaller due to the force exerted from above.

“Don’t you still get a sense of how big the credit of the Adele Heights students was for subduing the witch when the number of victims could be in the hundreds?”

Professor Cayenne kept her mouth shut and bowed her head, as if she couldn’t find anything to refute her words.

Ella snapped her fingers at the gesture of surrender that she had no disagreement with, and the score floating on her podium suddenly changed.

The score changed that way.

1St Adele Heights 3,369pt.

2Nd Anastasia Aris 3,256pt.

3Rd Lucy Bellmail 1,096pt.

It was my name that rose above Anastasia, who was overwhelmingly in first place by a wide margin.

Those who seemed to be dissatisfied with Professor Cayen’s instigation seemed to have swallowed their dissatisfaction with Ella’s words, and no more students would raise objections to her.

“And you there.”

Leaving behind Cayenne, who looked at her scorecard with her despairing expression on her face, Ella, who stood on top of her podium, raised her finger.

I am the one in the straight line from the end.

I thought it was something like a point out about what he did in anger at the guy who threw garbage at Lucy.

“No, not you, but the pig next to him.”

Fortunately, it seems that I wasn’t the target.

I gave Lucy the spilled drink and went back to her seat.

Charlotte, who was already holding her handkerchief in her hand, wiped away the stains on me as if she had waited.

In that state, I slightly raised my head and looked at Ella and that pig.

“As a punishment for throwing trash at another student, you get 10 penalty points.”

10 Points.

I don’t know how much of a penalty that was, but the pig that received the penalty slumped down in its seat with a look of despair like Cayenne.

Anyway, it’s not the only thing that’s not good, but it’s good.

“It is ideal. Take care of yourself until the next schedule.”

With those words, Ella left her auditorium.

The students who had filled the seats left one by one, and even Professor Cayenne left, saying he was sorry for not being able to protect the first place.

“… ….”

Anastasia didn’t even want to get up from her seat, she just stared at her platform with her head up.

The pupils, which made even the onlooker drowsy, were round and filled with the densely remaining scorecards.

“…… Lost?”

Then he muttered quietly.

“I lost… ….”

She was Anastasia, who didn’t change her expression a bit when she won first place, but when she came second, she was in that state.

Well, I’ve never missed first place while attending the academy, so maybe that’s understandable.

The moment the shocked guy tries to stand up to be alone.

Gasp.

Anastasia, who was next to her, grabbed the hem of her dress.

“Over there.”

This was a bad sign.

It was almost certain when I remembered how Anastasia, who was not originally a heroine, became a heroine in an affair.

“Let go.”

I removed my fingers from the guy who was holding onto the hem.

But if you take it off, hold it with the other hand, and if you take it off again, hold it with the other hand…… There was no end.

When I had a similar situation before, I just ignored it and gave up easily, but this time it was slow.

Anyway, I tried to ignore Anastasia and move on.

“I hate it.”

But I didn’t think he would fall off my leg.

He was dragged along like a mop, holding his leg with his arms.

The guy said with his head on the floor.

“I cannot accept this defeat.”

“What if you won’t admit it?”

“Just one more round. You have a team, and you were mean.”

“What do you mean just one more game? Get off.”

As she stretched her legs out with all her might, Anastasia’s hand that was holding her leg finally fell off.

The guy who fell after being dragged looked up at me all the way while holding his red nose with his hand, as if he had put his nose on the floor.

I left the auditorium, ignoring Anastasia, who was pounding the floor with her small fists in anger.

“I can’t admit… ….”

As I left the auditorium like that, I felt like I could hear that guy’s voice faintly.

* * *

In conclusion, Anastasia did not give up easily.

I was quietly resting in my room when I heard a knock and opened the door. While doing this, she even popped out.

She didn’t open the door after that, so she stuck the cheek to the closed window and said, “Do one more game…” ….” He shouted.

Even though my room is on the third floor.

And.

“Bocchan.”

“…… Charlotte, you must have felt it too.”

Now, a summoned person would come instead of him.

Once defeated, Anastasia’s obsession…… It was lightly beyond my imagination.

To be honest, I was very worried.

“I will leave a threat to stop.”

Saying that, she grabbed Charlotte’s wrist as she tried to reach Anastasia.

“No, I will go.”

I got up from my chair and opened the lock on the door that Anastasia had locked.

Clack, clack I must have sensed that I was about to leave the room, and soon Anastasia’s voice, who had been waiting in front of the room, flowed in.

─Are you thinking of playing one more game with me now?

Jumping.

As I opened the door, Anastasia said “Ego.” Fell down with a sound.

It must have been leaning against the door.

“Is it okay if I choose the event instead?”

“Yes.”

Anastasia raised her head.

Her forehead was red from her bump on the floor, and she didn’t seem to mind at all that her nose was bleeding slightly.

The guy got up easily with a face full of fighting spirit, as if he was just full of thoughts to make up for his defeat.

“Then sit down.”

I brought a chair and gave it to him.

Then he brought the board and the game of Go, which had been used as entertainment in the room, and put them on the round table.

Anastasia tilted her head, wondering if it wasn’t the match she expected.

“You and I don’t know what to do. If you lose here, don’t cling to me any more.”

A simple game where all you have to do is drop all the opponent’s eggs on the checkerboard outside the board.

“… ….”

Anastasia frowned, saying that this was not the case.

“Why. Do you think you will lose?”

Let’s provoke an elementary school student.

“…… Sun.”

The guy was easily caught.

While exhaling her snort, she placed the go board on the board and expressed her will to somehow break me in front of her eyes.

Seeing that, I cried out inwardly.

A fairy tale.

… ….

Time flies and it has already been 10 minutes since the game started.

On the board, the 10 black tiles that Anastasia placed at the beginning of the game were still embroidered.

Compared to that, I only had one white Go egg.

From the outside, Anastasia’s victory seemed almost certain, but Anastasia did not lose her concentration until the end even in this situation.

“… ….”

Anastasia focused her attention on her own tightly clasped fingers.

As if not tolerating even an inch of error, he lowered his posture to match the eye level with the checkerboard, and even closed one eye for accurate aiming.

And then he let go of his trembling fingers.

Took.

Anastasia’s egg spinning round and round and flying toward my egg.

The guy seemed confident of his victory in the calculations and precise power control of his extraordinary brain.

Poof.

“Huh?”

It was flying right after my go ball, but it changed its trajectory and flew out of the board as if it had gotten caught in the groove of the board.

It was a cool home run.

“Now it is my turn.”

I smiled and rolled my fingers.

And then, after roughly estimating, I roughly adjusted my strength and hit the go game.

However, the movement of the go ball was unusual.

Took.

First, hit the guy in the center and drop him outside.

Took.

It bizarrely changed its trajectory and knocked down the two guys next to it.

Took.

As a principle of action and reaction, it bounced to the other side and dropped the eggs on the other side one by one.

“…… Do some.”

Anastasia’s hand trembled in embarrassment at that fierce resistance, and in the aftermath, the next attack failed.

However, I pushed Anastasia’s go balls out of the board one by one, performing a similar level of acrobatics as before.

That was mine.

“… ….”

The expression on Anastasia’s defeated face was wordless.

“I cheated on something.”

Though he had legitimate doubts.

“That excuse is ugly.”

Of course I just took it off.

“Ugh… ….”

Anastasia, who had a heart, but no physical evidence, couldn’t say anything more than that.

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Instead, the stuffiness was expressed through wide-open eyes, tightly clenched fists, and a trembling body, and the most admirable thing to look at was the guy’s dissatisfied face.

Anastasia’s face was plump.

Like dumplings with the stuff inside them about to explode.

“One more round…… ! Only one plate…… !”

I breathed heavily and put an exclamation point at the end of my words unbecoming a guy, but my answer was fixed.

“I don’t like it.”

Of course it was NO.

* * *

Anastasia was kicked out by Adele like that.

As she trudged down the hallway, she found a piece of paper attached to a bulletin board.

It was a match for the public practice that will soon be held on the island.

Anastasia, who had been scanning the match list with her eyes, quietly opened her eyes wide.

Because I quite liked the brackets written there.

Adele Heights vs Anastasia Aris.

A 1vs1 match with no room for help from others.

There, Anastasia lit the wick in her eyes, intending to wash away the humiliation of her series of defeats.

“Let’s see… ….”

Anastasia will never forget the humiliation of her defeat.

With that promise, she gently scratched her fingernail at her name on her bracket.

“Student, don’t damage it.”

“Ugh.”

Then, a professor passing by found Anastasia scratching the table like a cat, and placed honey chestnuts on her head.

“Heeuk…… !”

Anastasia grabbed her head and shed tears in pain as her vision spun.