Chapter 547
‘Special Admission No. 1, Sasha Endrasil.’
A completely unknown existence whose innate talent cannot be fully measured.
Though she displayed the appearance of a typical novice necromancer—weak in grades and theory—in practice, she was strangely exceptional. Even in the dueling evaluations, she consistently overwhelmed upper-squad students.
Many elders even remarked that she reminded them of last year’s Special Admission No. 1, Simon Follentia.
“……”
Sasha glanced down indifferently at the fallen Molly, then casually extended her hand.
“You okay?”
Her nose stung, but fortunately, there was no blood. Molly nodded and pressed both palms to the ground.
“I can get up on my o—kyaaah!?”
Suddenly, a powerful force pushed against her back, and Molly’s body was forcibly lifted up. Her hand accidentally touched Sasha’s outstretched one.
“Well, that’s a relief then.”
Sasha let go of Molly’s hand as if tossing the words away and turned her gaze aside. Molly quickly looked back.
‘Plants?’
Vines had stretched out from the ground, pushing her upright.
A dark magic strong enough for plants to lift a person.
Aaang—
When she looked forward again, Sasha had her mouth wide open toward a giant three-tier cake.
Despite her innocent-looking face, her mouth opened unnaturally wide, and she devoured the cake ferociously, chomping noisily.
‘Uh, uh…’
Molly stared blankly as the three-tier cake vanished in moments.
Sasha, with cream smeared around her mouth, reached out for a drumstick from a plate.
Gnash—gnash— Like a starving bandit, she ate her way through the food with not a shred of dignity.
“What are you looking at?”
Sasha muttered through mouthfuls, gobbling down food. Molly, stiffened by the weight of the name “Special Admission No. 1”, quickly averted her gaze.
‘W-what kind of club is this…?’
<Gourmet Club>
The Gourmet Club’s booth was running a street-style eatery. Other students sat around laughing, chatting, and eating.
“Want some?”
Chik!
A drumstick suddenly stopped in front of Molly’s throat like a blade. She held her trembling gaze on it.
“Apology for hitting you earlier. My treat.”
“……”
Molly instinctively frowned. To just grab a drumstick barehanded and offer it to someone?
Though she tried her best to associate with commoners without prejudice, this wasn’t about status—it was a breach of basic human manners.
Besides, having grown up eating palace cuisine her whole life, street food wasn’t exactly appealing.
That yellow sauce, red sauce, and strange powder, it all looked unbearably spicy, salty, and stimulating.
Most of all, unhygienic.
“I… don’t have an appetite.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Sasha instantly brought the drumstick back to her own mouth, tore off a chunk, and spoke.
“Sure looks like a noble face, living up to its worth.”
“……!”
Molly’s forehead wrinkled faintly.
“Are you picking a fight with me?”
“Not eating just because you ‘don’t have an appetite’—I don’t get it.”
She said, chewing into the drumstick.
“I ate everything just to survive. I rummaged through trash cans, chewed on shoe leather, drank rainwater pooled on rooftops.”
The plump, meaty drumstick quickly stripped down to bare white bone in her mouth.
“When I found a moldy piece of bread on the ground, I cried tears of gratitude to the heavens—thinking I could live two more days. Since then, I never turn down food. I eat whatever with a grateful heart.”
“……”
Molly bit her lower lip.
Just as Sasha reached for the next drumstick.
Thwap!
Molly snatched it away with a sulky look, closed her eyes tight, and bit into the meat. The thick texture and spicy, salty seasoning filled her mouth.
‘Ugh, it tastes awful!’
She whimpered inwardly. Sasha chuckled at the sight.
“You didn’t have to force yourself.”
“Hunger and famine among the people are the royal family’s responsibility.”
Molly muttered, gnawing all the way down to the bone.
“This won’t soothe your pain, but our royal house must move toward—”
“I’m from the Neutral Zone though?”
Molly’s mouth dropped open.
Her nose flushed red a moment later.
“W-what? So you weren’t testing me just because I’m royalty from Dresden?”
“Why would I do that?”
Sasha smirked.
“Oh, I remember now. That noble face. Molly Dresden. Special Admission No. 10, the Last Train.”
Molly’s whole face turned crimson.
“Wh-who, who’s the Last Train!?”
“They say that’s what Special Admission No. 10 is called. Isn’t it?”
“Such insolence!”
“Wow, royal speech from Keyzen? Having trouble adjusting?”
“You! You were mocking me after all!”
Molly glared furiously at Sasha.
Even if Keyzen was supposedly a place without rank or status, Molly was still royalty of the nation.
No one had dared to directly call her the “Last Train” to her face. Hearing it out loud was a shocking blow.
“Thank you for the food.”
Sasha hopped lightly down from her high chair.
“The Gourmet King Challenge Set. I finished it all, so it’s free, right?”
“Wow, you really ate it all!?”
The second-year club president cooking the food hurried over.
“You’re amazing! Would you join our club? Once you’re a second-year, I could even promise you the president’s position—!”
“Sorry, senior.”
Sasha bowed her head slightly.
“I already have a club I want to join.”
“Ahaha, I see. That’s a shame.”
The Gourmet Club president smacked his lips regretfully and left.
Just then, Sasha pulled out the club booth map from her pocket.
“Apologize!”
Molly stomped angrily.
“For what?”
“For insulting me as the Last Train!”
“Why fuss over that? So petty.”
“P-petty!? Apologize for that too!”
“Everyone calls you that behind your back. Princess Last Train.”
“Kyaaaaaa!”
This was Molly’s greatest sore point since entering Keyzen as a special admission necromancer.
The fact that she had been given the lowest number—No. 10.
At first, the joy of entering Keyzen outweighed it. But over time, the number gnawed at her.
Didn’t it feel like…
As if Keyzen had given her that position out of a subtle courtesy to the royal house?
‘Honorable Neftis! Why am I No. 10 while someone like her is No. 1?’
She wanted to complain to Neftis herself.
Of course, Molly’s Core Unleashing had been delayed, but both the Student Council President she revered, Simon, and Sasha here were also late to open their cores.
“Hurry up and apologize!”
“Fine. Sorry.”
“N-no, properly! With sincerity!”
“How can I be sincere when I’m ordered to?”
Grrr!
Molly’s face flushed to its limit as she shouted.
“I’ll never forget this humiliation! The one who laughs last is the true victor, you hear!? When we’re second-years, I’ll take first place!”
Sasha tilted her lips into a sly smile.
“Just be glad if you stay in the Top 10.”
Crackle—
Electricity seemed to spark between their glares.
Then, huffing, both turned their heads and opened the booth guidebook.
Step, step.
Looking at the booth map, the two began walking— perfectly in sync.
Even as they crossed alleys, their paths were the same.
“Stop following me.”
Sasha spoke.
“You’re the one following me!”
Molly shot back.
At last, the two arrived at their destination and stopped at the same time.
<Interesting Summons, Unique Summons! – Mutant Club>
Sweat trickled down Molly’s face.
‘Wow, so many people?’
She thought a summoning club would be quiet, but it was bustling with people.
And at the center of it all—
“Student Council Presideeent!”
With an embarrassed smile, Simon Follentia was personally handing out flyers.
“Ahaha, I’ll give them to everyone, so don’t fight over them.”
“I want two, please!”
“Sign mine, President!”
Was this a club promotion booth or a Simon Follentia fan club?
Regardless of gender, Simon’s popularity was tremendous. Especially after the legendary rescue of the freshmen.
“……This easy? Then what were all my efforts for…?”
Though admission slips piled up, the bespectacled club president looked more dejected than happy.
“Ah, hello! First-years!”
While Molly and Sasha stood blankly, Toto Amoriya shuffled nervously over.
“H-here, want one each…? Of course, only if you want to! No pressure!”
“Thank you.”
Molly accepted with a graceful smile, both hands polite. Sasha also bowed slightly, took the flyer, and scanned it.
<Special Undead Research Club – ‘Mutant’>
Although an undead research club, all unique summons are welcome.
Simon Follentia is a member.
After reading through, Sasha lifted her head.
“Unni, can only summoning majors join here?”
“U-u-unnni?!”
Toto flinched in shock, hurriedly retreating and covering himself bashfully.
“I’m a guy!”
“Ah. Sorry.”
Sasha tossed out the words indifferently, as if she didn’t care about male or female, and walked forward. She turned back to Molly and asked,
“Molly. Are you joining this club too?”
Molly’s face was still sulky as she answered,
“What’s it to you?”
“Nothing much.”
Sasha replied coldly and kept walking.
Molly quickly moved to follow when—
“?”
The senior from before, in women’s dress, was sprawled flat on the ground.
“M-my deepest apologies! Your Highness? Or Your Grace? Anyway, forgive me for not recognizing—!”
“It’s fine! Please don’t act like this in Keyzen, senior.”
Molly, flustered, hurriedly lifted Toto up, while Sasha boldly walked ahead, flashing a bright smile.
“Hi, Simon oppa.”
“!”
The lively buzz in the air instantly froze into cold silence.
The first-years surrounding Simon turned, horrified, with expressions that screamed: ‘Is this girl insane?’
But then—
Simon, upon seeing Sasha, also smiled warmly.
“Sasha! You came!”
He accepted it?
Pushing through the stunned first-years, Sasha stepped in without hesitation and grabbed his arm.
“I want to join Simon oppa’s club too.”
“Oh, really? I’d be glad to have you.”
“Do I just write my name on this admission slip?”
“W-wait, waaaait!”
Molly, her face blazing red, shoved Sasha aside.
“How dare you show such disrespect! To call the Student Council President o-o-o-oppa!? What are you, a seven- or eight-year-old brat!?”
Sasha smirked.
“What’s it to you? I’ve always called him that.”
She threw Molly’s words right back at her, then turned to Simon and asked, Right? Simon nodded, ruffling her hair like an affectionate older brother.
“Sasha, I heard your puberty hit you hard. Looks like it’s true.”
“Did Kami unni say that?”
“No comment.”
Sasha giggled—a simple, girlish laugh that Molly hadn’t seen earlier.
‘Ah.’
These two…
They looked incredibly close.
“Princess Molly is here as well.”
While Sasha signed the admission slip, Simon approached Molly.
“Thank you for helping during the Tarados incident, Princess! Are you here to check out the booth?”
“Student Council President.”
Her voice suddenly sank with weight, making Simon blink.
“Yes, please speak, Princess.”
“Th-this is Keyzen, so…”
Her face turned scarlet, her eyes lowered shyly.
“…From now on, could you just call me Molly?”
Superb.
When are we getting more free chapters?
Thanks for the new chapters
Very good story and translation but half the chapter aren't for free and it is wayyyy too expensive will it stat like tjis foreve or will it get free after some time