I’m not going to die - I’m not going to die chapter 80
80 – Admissions (2)
go to the academy
Since it’s so eventful, it seems like it’s been a long time.
It was not far from the capital, Antony, or the Academy, so I was able to arrive quickly.
The academy seemed to have almost recovered from the previous atmosphere, and unlike before, it continued to be lively.
My older brother, who came down after me, muttered as he looked inside the carriage.
“…I thought something would happen in that short time, but it’s fortunate that it didn’t.”
Almost everyone was asleep.
The hero and the swordsman were exhausted from the follow-up, and the other girls said they couldn’t sleep well because they were waiting for the day they would be resurrected.
So, on the way back, as soon as the tension was relieved, everyone collapsed and fell asleep.
At least my older brother knew my memories, so he wasn’t overly worried, so he had his own stamina in reserve.
After all, there was a lot of work to be done.
That’s what I had to do as the eldest son of the Briten family.
“Being promoted to viscount is almost confirmed, so my older brother will have a lot of work to do.”
“…It’s very burdensome.”
At the same time, the older brother brought out a point that he did not understand.
“Come to think of it, we greatly interfered with the work of the royal family, so why did the royal family allow us to ascend the throne?”
In a way, he destroyed the royal family’s wish to be immortal.
The whole story itself was to prevent the Black Pagoda Master from attacking the royal family, but would the royal family know that?
It would be incomprehensible if the royal family harbored a grudge and turned the family into a mess.
Of course there is a reason.
“Right now, the royal family is politically isolated.”
“You mean it’s dangerous.”
“To the extent that they can’t afford to touch us, public sentiment is bad, and we’ve earned a lot of resentment from the aristocrats. To act hastily in this situation is to commit self-destruction.”
As the movement of the Golden Knights was blocked and the enforcement department to suppress the Black Tower owner did not move, the current royal family had to clear up numerous suspicions.
Retaliate against us in this situation?
Even if the royal family is overthrown, there will be nothing to say.
“There will be no problems for a while. You can go around comfortably.”
“…If you say so.”
The older brother nodded and got back into the carriage.
It was possible to become a viscount, as well as to become a count depending on the situation.
Originally, I wouldn’t know if it was when I died completely, but once I was revived, it was inevitable that the reward I was supposed to receive would be reduced.
But even this alone makes no sense.
I’ll get a nice estate here and move in a corner of the country.
My father would become the owner of Count Briten without a second thought.
It is truly a family honor and an indelible achievement.
Of course, it would seem meaningless to me, who was an officer of the Demon King’s army and a transcendentalist.
“…Father will be delighted.”
That’s it.
I took a step back.
The older brother woke the girls who had fallen asleep inside the wagon, and the warrior party came to their senses and moved on, rubbing their eyes.
Raeli muttered.
“When is the entrance ceremony?”
“It is tomorrow.”
The schedule is tighter than expected.
It was also proof that they had been staying in the city for a longer time than expected.
Everyone moved and headed toward the mansion owned by Russelmani.
All the maids there came out and first greeted the Sword Saint and assisted us.
Then, the head maid stepped forward with dignity and informed us of one fact.
“The test results are in.”
Seeing this makes me realize that I am a student again.
Maybe it was because of the large scale of what had happened, but I couldn’t really feel that I was a student.
Irrespective of my sentiment, others received report cards one by one and evaluated them.
Raeli spoke first.
“You’re going into class 1? Is this good?”
Raeli, who performed well, exceeded expectations and entered the first class.
Of course, being in class 1 was great, but at the warrior party, it was no different than last place.
Fran, Asher, and Swordsman received higher grades as they performed exceptionally well.
“I’m in fourth place? Still, I’m satisfied with this.”
“I… . 5th place.”
“Well.”
The swordsman checked for a moment and then immediately folded the report card.
“It is lower than expected.”
“What was the rank you were originally aiming for?”
“I’m the senior, so the hero is certain, so I aimed for the second seat. But it’s one level lower than that.”
Third place is also great. Sword Saint.
Originally, the swordsman would have placed second in the academy exam.
The reason why he came in third was that there was a variable.
My eyes were strangely focused on me and the warrior.
Those whose grades were already confirmed were their own guesses.
“Anyone can see, isn’t Argal the chief? I solved that great problem, and I played the biggest role.”
“Of course, the chief is the hero, and even if Argal is great, considering the symbolism of the hero, he is basically given the chief. It has historically been so.”
The claim that I was the chief, who was more active and stronger than the current hero, and Fran and Raeli’s argument that the hero would not be the chief considering the symbolism of the hero and the representative of mankind were divided.
As if it didn’t matter who received the top prize, Sword Saint crossed his arms and waited for us to show the results.
And Asher murmured again.
“…Fifth place, last place here. It ruined my grades so much… .”
“Assel? Don’t you treat me as the last in the 20th?”
At Asher’s words, Raeli groaned.
If you’re 5th and depressed, what will happen to Raeli, who is far below you?
Regardless, the hero opened the paper first.
She smiled softly.
Historically, the warrior received the chief.
It was a very obvious fact, and it was likely to be so.
However, the smile that the hero made was not a smile that came from getting good grades.
“Congratulations.”
It was simply a smile meant to congratulate me.
“Um, is Argal really the chief?”
“Where is the surprise? It is a natural fact.”
I also unfolded the paper.
Inside the finely folded acceptance letter, the beginning was different.
Normally, it would be a ceremonial word to congratulate on passing.
I saw a phrase carefully handwritten by the dean.
[I heard about your dedication in the practical exam. Every student testified that they had found hope in you, and acknowledged your sacrifice.
Therefore, the dean decided that it would be appropriate to break the custom and let someone else take the seat of the chief, which was given to a hero, for this once.
May infinite blessings dwell in your future.
Chief Argal.]
It’s short, but I knew that this one word had a lot of meaning.
I nodded and folded the paper.
“let’s go.”
“Are you senior? Could it be that the top spot was taken by someone out of the blue, and isn’t it the absurd result of being sixth or seventh?”
Leaving Raeli talking nonsense like that, I moved on.
All you have to do is stay at this mansion for a day and attend the entrance ceremony at the school.
After entering the school, I applied for a class with a reasonable amount of time, and then I could study there.
If there’s a problem, it’s because the meaning of such a class has already disappeared in the warrior’s party.
Originally, entering the academy and then entering the magic tower would be the standard, but Fran entered the academy by reversing this order.
A warrior who can be seen as a strong man who has already surpassed the level of a student.
A swordsman who is at the level of an expert, comparable to a high-ranking demon or an elder.
3rd strongest Asher after me.
And Raeli… . You should just take a class.
Anyway, Raeli is the one who gets stronger quickly even if he goes the standard way, so there was no need to do anything more.
I put off my worries until tomorrow and went to my room to rest comfortably, but Fran touched my back and asked.
“But if you are senior. Shouldn’t you be preparing a speech?”
“…Just do it roughly.”
There was something more annoying, but I didn’t particularly care.
Do you need to do something great to say it’s a speech anyway?
I’ll just have to say it politely.
However, Fran had a completely unacceptable attitude.
“Are you going to cut corners on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Others will be writing speeches overnight!”
“Then will you write for me?”
“It doesn’t mean that. Please think of it as more precious!”
Fran seems to appreciate the meaning of senior, but I don’t feel any value.
Chiefs come out once a year, and they occupy important positions in the country and hold real power.
Even more so if you are only the top of the entrance exam.
Graduating at the top of the class would be more meaningful.
I shook my head and did not change my attitude.
Fran felt sorry for the world, but unless she is the chief, can she change other people’s will?
However, she reminded me of one utility.
This speech is a speech that can be given to all students, all professors, and nobles of all classes.
Professors naturally participate in the entrance ceremony, and since it is the only educational institution in Korea, a large number of aristocrats as well as students participate.
If I included my political intentions in the speech, that could have been fine.
In particular, as much as the students deeply trusted me, I could instill hostility by accusing the royal family of wrongdoing.
“Come to think of it, that’s a good opinion, Fran.”
“Yes? Opportunities like this don’t come along often.”
It is.
If the generation changes, there is rarely a chance to address the class that will hold power.
…I wondered how could there not be a speech that would dye the students’ color into the color of revolution.
For some reason, it seemed that tonight would be deep.
I sat in the room, pulled out a piece of paper, and pondered over my speech.
Time passed until the gloomy sky completely turned into night, but nothing came of it.
Since I don’t have a horse head, it was difficult to even write the first word.
It’s okay to seek help from others.
After thinking about it, I turned my head and saw a familiar face.
Asher, who was sticking his head out from my bed, looked at me with his dim eyes.
She wore a purple nightgown.
“…When did you come in?”
“From the beginning.”
…Is that why I didn’t notice?
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, I changed into pajamas and entered the room before I even entered the room, but it went well at this point.
I have a few things to do.
“Could you call Reinhardt?”
“…why is he?”
“I need something.”
Come to think of it, no one other than Reinhardt could write a speech like this well.
Or maybe a franc, but wouldn’t she write a bit standard and formal?
However, I couldn’t ignore the experience of reading many books, so I asked Fran to join me.
“Here, call me Fran too.”
“Ugh… . I hate to call you.”
“It is because there is a need for it.”
Asher did not like my request, but he steadfastly complied.
Right before going to sleep, Fran appeared rubbing her eyes and was wearing a brown nightgown.
Her hands were covered by her sleeves, probably because the nightgown was a bit large for her size.
Following that, the swordsman silently moved his steps and opened the door.
He sat down on a chair at the far end of the room and waited.
Fran was the first to speak.
“Right before bed… . What happen?”
“I’m going to write a speech and ask for help.”
“If that’s the case, that’s absolutely fine!”
Fran wiped out the fatigue accumulated in her body and showed her overflowing energy.
He showed his determination to help write the speech.
The swordsman asked here.
“Isn’t the franc alone enough for a speech?”
“For normal purposes, yes.”
“…listen to it.”
When I explained my intentions in detail, Fran’s face crumpled in an instant, and the Sword Master smiled.
“it… . It’s not a speech, it’s an agitation.”
“It’s not incitement, it’s telling the truth.”
“Where in the world is there anyone who would give an admissions speech that only seniors do! To make a political statement at the academy!”
“How is that?”
When I said it boldly, Fran seemed to be unable to hold on at all, so she clutched her chest and bowed down.
“Ouch, my heart hurts.”
“Shall I call the priest?”
“It’s because of Argal!”
Regardless, the swordsman must have been interested in this job, so he grabbed a pen and started writing slowly on the paper.
The night was long.
I didn’t think I could write a good speech in just one day.
But in front of professors and nobles, if I could instill even a little hostility towards the royal family.
That was enough.