Munchkin of the Summoning Academy

Summoner’s Cup (2)

Like most wise people, Michael started solving minor problems.

The dean watches it with a slightly sullen expression.

There was a sign of wanting to catch a tantrum, but it was so fast and neat that it was impossible to do so.

“Then the Astronomy Club will be promoted to an official club. Allocate a club room in the west gate, and fill out the budget application form again for the board game club.”

“All right.”

A minor problem… In other words, Michael, who was quickly destroying club-related affairs, narrowed the distance toward me and spoke in a lower voice.

“Far East Summoning Research Society. Can we expect a little more from this quarter’s activity report? The ‘Maria’s Elasticity Report by Parts’ was certainly interesting, but as a real older brother… you guys keep doing that, and you’ll change it to something like the volunteer activity department?”

“Oh, I see. I’ll try a little harder this time.”

Did Christine submit such a report?

There was a reason why they sent me instead.

I sighed inwardly and gave an exemplary answer.

Michael, who finished the club’s agenda for the last time to take a nap, moves on to the problems of each department and professors.

After a considerable amount of time had elapsed and the process of threatening and tying them was over, it was finally the dean’s turn.

Someone who might become a professor in my major from the second year.

I had hoped that the previous voice was an auditory hallucination, but unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be.

Gently stroking his beard, he solemnly declares the end of the world.

“I haven’t even taken the midterm exam yet, but I’ve exhausted my budget for the second semester. Is there anyone who wants to donate?”

“Why?”

Michael, with his tongue clenched slightly, asked a question, pretending not to listen.

The dean speaks in a tired voice, as if asking for something so new.

“In addition to the chronic lack of budget, the problem of rebuilding the gate for ultra-long-distance transmission. If it goes on like this, it will be bankrupt.”

“Hasn’t the cost of rebuilding the gate already paid by the royal family?”

“It’s not enough. In addition to the cost of reconstruction, the cost of treating professors injured during the battle, the cost of restoring the central square, etc… Overall, there are too many places for money to go.”

Fortunately, I hardly felt blaming myself as Earl of Elcloud.

According to Ersa, the academy’s deficit is not a matter of a day or two.

Michael, who approached the dean, lowered his voice a bit and asked.

“The dean is the king’s uncle. Can’t we get more support from the royal family?”

“He is also receiving allowance from Eshas. Oh, I just canceled it. Do what you didn’t hear.”

The dean, who had raised his voice without realizing it, hurriedly attempted to rectify it.

The participants of the meeting turned their heads slightly as if they were quite familiar with it.

I wanted to help with the cost of repairing the damage caused by Russell, but…

You can’t use El Cloud’s property at will.

It’s not that the handmaiden hid it until now for nothing.

The same goes for Elfriede, who is sitting next to me as the representative of the grade.

Although the Duke of Beltern is very wealthy, that doesn’t mean she’s free to spend the money.

Supporting the academy cannot be solved with her allowance.

Besides, since Magnus Academy is a royal institution, there may be political problems.

Once again, the dean strokes his beard and announces a solution he has struggled with.

“We need a way to attract funds from outside. The method we are currently considering is a photo shoot for Professor Eolin…”

“no!”

Eolin, who was sitting on my lap, screamed coldly.

The party rejected it, so it was dismissed at once.

The next proposed method was also not very attractive.

“If it’s your pictorial, I’d be able to sell it for an unbelievable price… Can’t it? It can’t be helped. Then, one more betting campaign for current students and graduates…”

“Are you serious?”

“There are many successful graduates. The academy is difficult, but where are they all doing? Are we right at the Royal Academy?”

The dean, who had been grumbling with a considerable proportion of sincerity, came up with a real solution.

It sounds like something you’ve just done before, but this one is a lot more serious.

“In order to receive additional investment, you need a track record. It’s funny that an educational institution and a research institution do this, but it can’t be helped. We’re participating in the Summoner’s Cup in two weeks.”

“Summoner’s Cup?”

Unlike me, who was bewildered by a somewhat unfamiliar word.

High school students, professors, and first-year students from the capital city hardened their faces when they understood what he meant.

In particular, Michael’s reaction is astonishing.

“Isn’t that an undergraduate level competition? It’s a competition that is held in the first place with the intention of discovering talented people from all over the world, so why are we…”

“If you go out anyway, you can win.”

“No, I’m not saying I can’t do anything.”

I only understood through the conversation between the two of them.

A kingdom tournament that has been held regularly since long ago.

The fortress seems to call it the Summoner’s Cup.

Usually tournaments have an age limit, but that’s not very low.

Summoners in their early 30s can participate comfortably.

At the most, the level is high for students in their early or mid-20s to participate.

Besides, the students of this academy get a job in the kingdom as soon as they graduate anyway.

Even if such people participate, it goes against the purpose of the contest to discover talent.

“I don’t think the royal family that hosts the Summoner’s Cup will like it very much…”

“If you don’t like it, what do you do? Are you going to close the Royal Academy? If you’re dissatisfied, you should have funded it earlier.”

Professors sticking out their tongues at the dean’s blatant complaints.

This is kind of like a protest.

The prize money for winning the Summoner Cup would be quite large, but it would not be too much to add to the academy’s operating expenses…

Perhaps he was trying to extort money from the royal family using this as an excuse.

The dean made a formal declaration as if he had already made up his mind.

“I can raise money somehow if I only make results. Students who win the Summoner Cup get full marks in all midterm exams. If they win, the full tuition is waived for 4 years.”

“Dean!”

“I am responsible for any problems that arise during the procedure. Or should I just pay the tuition one more time?”

“…I’ll bring you the Summoner’s Cup.”

The aftermath is scary, but there is no better way.

Student members and faculty, including Michael, reluctantly agreed with his opinion.

I just grinned at the thought of having a good spectacle.

I’m a bit envious of getting a perfect score for all subjects in the midterm, but the full tuition waiver is of no use to me.

On the other hand, the summons waiting outside the conference room were noticeably excited.

I hurriedly left the academy, regretting explaining to them.

Annoyed grudges flew in from the carriage heading to the villa.

“Lewis! The Summoner Cup is a competition that is held once every three years. If I don’t participate this time, when will I be able to do it again…”

“There is no chance of winning even if I go out… It’s a team-level competition in the first place.”

“Why don’t we win? Why are your pets so ugly?”

“No… There are many disciplines such as archery, swordsmanship, and horseback riding, not just summoning combat techniques. Since this is a competition held for the purpose of discovering talents, they compete against all kinds of things!”

I just want to go sightseeing on the weekend.

Is there no reason for me to sweat profusely and compete in front of everyone?

I’ve heard that accidents often happen during tournaments.

Of course, things must have improved a lot with the development of healing techniques for the fortress.

I was seriously contemplating sending donations anonymously to the academy because I couldn’t overcome the efforts of the summoners.

Beltern’s carriage came to the villa.

Persia rushes out as soon as the driver opens the door.

Excited at the thought of being promoted to S rank, as soon as he stepped into the yard, he jumped up close to 2 meters.

“Ahhh!”

“What, why?”

Surprised by the outrageous scream, I quickly escaped the carriage and snatched a ball of hair from the air.

They look up while enjoying the soft touch, but the employees are lined up in a row unlike usual.

A very familiar blonde appeared in the middle of them, who went out to meet their owner.

Blondes are common in crowded capitals, but when you stand next to her, everything else looks like fake blondes.

“Sir, maid?”

“Master, how are you?”

As always, the handmaiden greets you with an impeccable attitude.

Sylvia, who found an elf who shouldn’t be here, showed a look like she was about to faint.

Medusha and the spirit sisters also looked noticeably nervous.

The handmaiden, who moved slowly, approached Medusha and expressed her gratitude.

“Medusha-sama. Thank you very much for coming down in truth for the safety of the master.”

“Huh? I have nothing to be thankful for now. It’s all because I wanted to.”

“We’ve had a grand feast in Welttern, but let’s celebrate again, even if it’s late. Everyone move on.”

After a few words from the maid, the employees move in a hurry.

They are from Beltern, not El Cloud, but they seem to have completely taken over it.

While the raised eyes moved to Elfriede, Sylvia carefully asked a question.

“Madame. When did you come to the capital? Can you tell me in advance…”

“I’m sorry. I was afraid that the communication could be eavesdropped, so it arrived quietly yesterday. It seems like it’s already jammed though.”

I looked up at her, ignoring the little bit of annoyance behind her.

Very happy, but a little disappointed.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected given Russell’s return, but…

Still, he did not know that he would come directly to the capital, leaving the graves of his parents behind.

“Thank you for coming this far, but the El Cloud Mansion…”

“I’ve left the mansion with Mr. Henry. I can’t stand still when I find out that Russell is back. He’s definitely going to target his master. Anyway, if the master is wrong, I won’t be able to see you.”

The maid, who calmly explained, hugged me tightly.

Thanks to that, I can’t ask why Russell is after me.

I’m sure it was my father’s research or something… but it must have something to do with my ability to steal links, right?

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Just as I was about to ask another question, the handmaiden strikes the player once more.

“Then we prepare to welcome guests before the feast.”

“Guest?”

“Yeah. As soon as I entered the capital, I felt the detection spell work. It’s coming soon.”

As soon as the maid’s words were finished, the gatekeeper rushed out from the villa’s gate.

Through the gate, which looks like an iron grate, you can see carriages and escorts with the seal of the royal family.

Could it be Princess Elena?

Even though I was very embarrassed, I quickly adjusted my clothes.

The entrance song exclusively for the royal family resounds as the gate opens wide.

No permission from the landlord is required for royal visits.

As we hurriedly knelt on one knee, we saw a woman walking alongside Princess Elena.

I haven’t seen his face yet, but he’s quite tall.

Her white hair, which had grown as long as Medusha, was barely dragging to the floor.

Dressed as gorgeous as Elena, the royal family.

There are very few conceivable candidates at the point of walking alongside her in the first place.

Then, as if announcing a proclamation, a loud voice turns my guesswork into certainty.

“The glorious guardian dragon of the kingdom of Dracor! The owner of gold! The first and final white dragon, Esha, the liberator of fairies, and her summoner Princess Elena enter!”

“Eh, Eshas?”

Persia, lying flat on the floor, covered her eyes with her front paws.

At the passage of ‘The Liberator of Fairies’, the maid snorted a little.

Elfriede, sitting next to her, looked like she was about to faint.

Her companion, Princess Elena, also looked very nervous.

Eshas, who moved without hesitation and arrived in front of us, lifted everyone up with a voice full of doubt.

When he hurriedly lifted his head, he saw a beauty that didn’t even feel like a human beauty.

It’s definitely beautiful, but it feels like I’m facing a doll that mimics humans.

“Everyone, get up. Fairy, I didn’t know that I would be reunited with you in this land… For what kind of war did you personally come here this time?”

The unintelligible voice was directed towards the handmaiden.

When asked the dragon’s question, she responded with a smiley face and voice.

“The War for Lewis Elcloud.”

“Well?”

“I became a vassal of El Cloud from 35 years ago.”

As soon as the simple but naive explanation was over, Eshas was dyed with flowers.

She threw off the doll’s face and nodded with a happy sigh.

“I see… it’s good. Count Elcloud, this is a nice villa. Can you guide me for a moment?”

“Oh, it’s an honor.”

I don’t know what’s going on

I moved with the two women in a very confused mood.