Chapter 650
There was no great upheaval.
The top-scoring groups were announced.
“Groups 8, 10, and 11.”
“Yes!”
The groups that had Fitzgerald, Simon, and Aseraz each secured the highest scores. The members who were guaranteed an A+ shouted in joy, hugging one another or clapping their palms together.
“Nice! Nice!”
“This A+ is huge!”
Even as the members of Group 8 basked in happiness, Aseraz alone turned away with a sullen face.
“Aseraz! Where are you going?”
“……”
While high-fiving Loraine, Simon glanced at Aseraz’s back.
It was the look of someone who couldn’t contain her frustration.
‘She’s oddly fixated on me. It’s not like I ever did anything bad to her…’
Fwoooosh!
There was another person who couldn’t look away.
Hector, who had ended up with a mere “A” one step below, glared at Simon with blazing, murderous eyes.
‘
‘...Haha.
Simon quickly gathered his group members and retreated.
* * *
After class, student council work awaited.
With the Dark Emperor finished after countless sleepless nights, the regular routine had resumed, and there was a bit more breathing room.
Today’s tasks were easy: managing the academic schedule and posting relevant flyers on the bulletin boards.
<World Toxicology Contest>
<Host: Pentamonium>
Simon pinned the paper to the board in the hallway, then stepped back with a satisfied look.
‘Not a bad placement, huh?’
As he thought so, Simon unconsciously chuckled. Just yesterday he had fought Ever Kire and the fake goddess, and now here he was, obsessing over flyer placement.
“Ungh!”
Maelyn, who had come along, was tiptoeing and struggling to pin a sheet of paper to the board. Her sky-blue hair swayed left and right like a flowing stream.
Simon quietly stepped in to hold the paper for her.
“Ah, thanks.”
Maelyn smiled faintly as she finished her task.
“Should I pin this one next to it too?”
“Yeah, yeah. But…”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You idiot! Why’d you put the contest flyer in the middle?”
“Isn’t the middle spot for important stuff?”
“Then there’s no space for the others! And if there’s blank space on the sides, the visibility sucks! Take it down, quick!”
Maelyn was surprisingly serious even about small design choices.
In the end, she tore down all the papers Simon had put up and rearranged them herself, then stepped back with arms folded proudly.
“There. Much better.”
“...Oh.”
It might have seemed excessive, but the result really did look neat, so Simon couldn’t argue.
Now all that was left was to summon Mojo and the underlings, and order them to replicate the arrangement on the other buildings’ boards.
That would wrap up today’s external duties.
Simon and Maelyn chatted idly as they walked back to the student council office.
“Hey, Simon.”
“Yeah?”
Maelyn raised her index finger with a snap!
“You know the 7th Legion Commander everyone’s talking about at school lately? I think I know who it is.”
‘!’
Simon’s mouth went dry, but he forced a casual smile.
“And who would that be?”
“It’s Feon!”
Her eyes sparkled as she shouted. Simon felt a shiver run down his spine but forced a joking reply.
“Again with Feon?”
“No, really! I’m sure this time!”
She clapped her hands together with a smack!
“After hearing Lady Neftis’ speech, I was convinced! She said the 7th Legion Commander was involved in the Saint Incident, right? Well, I saw it with my own eyes back in first year.”
Her voice lowered.
“Feon, fighting the Saint in the sky!”
Simon shrugged.
“But if no one knows who Feon really is, isn’t it meaningless?”
“How is that meaningless?!”
Maelyn yelled.
“The necromancer in the skull helmet who saved me was actually the 7th Legion Commander! Of course he was that strong!”
“……”
Simon swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully, then spoke softly.
“Aren’t you… scared?”
“What?”
“He’s the Traitor Legion’s Commander.”
Maelyn gave a bright smile.
“Not really? He saved my life and saved our school.”
“……”
“I think the allied people are way too rigid! Isn’t he basically a different person now than the one who betrayed them back then? If so, what’s the big deal?”
Simon smiled faintly.
‘Somehow…’
“I guess that’s one way to think about it.”
He felt comforted.
As they exchanged such words, they arrived at the student council room. Maelyn flung the door open and shouted:
“We’re back!”
Kamibarez, busy sorting through stacks of papers, looked up and beamed.
“Welcome back! Simon! Maelyn!”
Across from her, Dick was buried in piles of books, scribbling equations into an empty notebook. He barely raised his hand with a quick “Yo!” before returning to his work.
It seemed the paperwork wasn’t finished yet.
“But seriously.”
Maelyn’s eyes shifted.
“Why are you always here?”
A boy sat comfortably on the guest sofa, sipping tea. His long bangs covered one eye, and an armband was strapped around his arm.
“The tea here’s really good.”
It was none other than Malcolm Randolph.
“Don’t just squat here like you belong!”
Since the Dark Emperor, the student council had gone through one big change.
That was…
—During the Dark Emperor period, the disciplinary squad was temporarily implemented. Considering their exceptional performance, the faculty has decided to promote them into an official organization.
The school had chosen to officially recognize the disciplinary squad, even without the student council pushing for it. Now they even received monthly funding.
Of course, their authority had weakened compared to during the Dark Emperor period.
They could only wear the armband and exercise authority after the regular school day ended.
At night, they would patrol campus with their subordinates, check for bullying or misconduct, and search places like the Forbidden Forest or Rochest for rule violators.
“All thanks to me seeing the big picture, right?”
Dick smirked proudly. In truth, he had wanted to keep the disciplinary squad alive even after the Dark Emperor, as a way to strengthen the student council’s power.
“...Haa, what is all this?”
Maelyn pressed her forehead. She didn’t seem particularly pleased about Malcolm’s involvement.
“Hey. If the others are working, can’t you at least pretend to help?”
“I am helping.”
Malcolm jerked his chin backward.
In truth, though he was sitting still, his Doppelgangers were busily moving around the student council office.
They were wiping the windows with rags, watering the plants, sorting documents into those requiring signatures and those that didn’t, and writing the record log.
Doing four tasks at once while the main body sipped tea, Simon couldn’t help but give a faint smile.
“Impressive.”
“It’s all part of my training.”
At Malcolm’s gesture, the Doppelgangers finished their work and vanished with popping sounds.
There was no denying—he was competent.
“Ugh, Dick alone is enough trouble, and now another walking disaster joins in. Just don’t cause accidents. Please.”
Maelyn muttered as she sat down and pulled out paperwork.
“Well, since we’re working together now, let’s do our best.”
Simon spoke.
“Looking forward to working with you, Malcolm!”
Kamibarez flapped her wings and smiled brightly.
“As the leader of the Disciplinary Squad, shouldn’t you give us something? Like a declaration or ambition.”
Dick cut in suddenly.
“Ambition, huh.”
Malcolm set down his teacup and spoke.
“Since I’m officially the Disciplinary Captain now, and our squad became an official organization, I’ll have to step up. I’ll drag down at least one of the Top 10.”
Malcolm stuffed his hands into his pockets and grinned slyly.
“That enough for you, President?”
Simon grinned back.
“I’ll be counting on it.”
“Hey, Malcolm. How about shooting for the Top 7?”
Dick teased, pointing at Maelyn.
Ranked 7th overall, she snorted.
“Try it if you can.”
The vice president was a proven powerhouse. Malcolm turned his head.
“Not sure. Necromancers from the Ivory Tower are a bad match for me.”
“Ooh~ look at you being considerate. Playing the social game, eh?”
Dick grinned and bumped fists with him. Malcolm returned the gesture. The two seemed to have good chemistry, probably because their interests aligned.
“Stop dragging me into this!”
Maelyn screeched, and the rest of the group burst into laughter.
* * *
“Senior Simon! Am I swinging it like this?”
Mutant Club basement.
The Mercenary King, Arthur, was swinging his serpent-blade made of a massive monster’s bones beside Simon.
Swish! Swish!
Though Arthur swung the hilt with precision, the end of the blade sagged loosely, unimpressive.
“Swinging harder isn’t the point.”
Simon, watching Arthur’s training, shook his head. He summoned Overlord’s tentacles from subspace and demonstrated.
“Like this.”
Ssshhrrrk!
The joints moved with uncanny precision, as if alive. The power flowed all the way from the base to the tip.
“Your serpent-blade is technically a summoned being, right? Think of it less like swinging a sword, more like moving an undead with your will.”
“Mhm!”
“Keep your hand still on the hilt, and move only the blade.”
Arthur closed his eyes. With willpower guiding it, the serpent-blade’s tip swayed sharply up and down.
“Good. Now raise your hand.”
Arthur lifted his arm.
“Now strike down while moving the serpent-blade!”
Whoosh!
The strike carried power through each joint, the tip finally drawing a fierce trajectory.
“Whoa! Whoa! I did it! Did you see that, Senior?!”
Arthur hopped with joy. Simon smiled proudly and patted his head.
“Don’t forget that feeling when it clicks. Do it thirty times, then come upstairs.”
“Yes, sir!”
Swish!
Swooosh!
Arthur swung with enthusiasm while Simon climbed the basement stairs.
Three freshmen, busy assembling skeletons, greeted him.
Simon blinked.
“Feels like there are fewer people here today.”
“Sasha and Molly are gone, that’s why!”
After the Ever Kire incident, Sasha had returned to Pentamonium for treatment. As a necromancer who had absorbed the Saint’s essence, the shock to her body had been immense.
Molly, meanwhile, had returned to the Dresden Kingdom due to the emergency caused by the 7th Legion Commander incident. As royalty, she was required at the palace.
Knock-knock—
Just then, there was a knock at the clubroom door.
“Come in~!”
The freshmen called.
Creak—
The door opened, and their eyes widened.
“Sasha’s back!”
“Sasha!”
Looking a little healthier, Sasha smiled warmly, greeting her peers before walking over to Simon.
“How’s your body? Are you alright?”
Simon asked with concern.
“Yeah. They said there was some kind of rebound effect, but I think I’m fine. The doctor just told me not to overdo it for a while.”
“That’s a relief.”
Simon let out a deep sigh. Thankfully, they had managed to extract the “Essence of Harvest” in time.
“But, Simon oppa.”
“What is it?”
“Were you… always white-haired?”
The sudden, random question made the freshmen tilt their heads in confusion.
But Simon broke out in a cold sweat inside.
‘I-Is she remembering?’
As he panicked inwardly, Sasha blushed, recalling the boy with white hair who had appeared in her dream.
Back in the Neutral Zone, when she had become the fake Saint, that boy had saved her.
And again—this time too. Though she had no conscious memory, in her dream, the white-haired boy had saved her once more. Too vivid to be just a dream.
Sasha was convinced.
It was Simon who had saved her again.
“I don’t really know what you mean…”
Simon stammered, sweating bullets. Sasha just smiled sweetly and threw her arms around him.
“?!”
Her classmates immediately erupted.
“Hey, not fair! Only you get to hug him?!”
“You think being sick makes it okay?!”
Sasha stuck out her tongue at them playfully. Simon, flustered, tried to pry her off.
“Ahem.”
Just then, a cough came from behind.
Fitzgerald sat at the club president’s desk, reading a newspaper.
He had been so quiet that Simon hadn’t even realized he was there. Simon nudged Sasha, urging her to greet the president. She hurried over.
“President, I’ve returned.”
“Good. Glad you’re safe.”
Fitzgerald adjusted his glasses, feigning solemnity. Sasha turned away and rejoined her friends, while Simon walked over to Fitzgerald.
“What are you reading?”
Fitzgerald silently lifted the front page.
Simon froze.
<Perfect Analysis! The Returned Traitor Legion Commander—Who Is He?>
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