Time flows.

The Friday of the brothers' fight passed.

-Yuria, there's something I really want to talk to you about, can you spare some time this weekend?

-Ahaha... I'm sorry. I have a prior engagement, so it will be difficult.

-It will only take a moment.

-You said it's an important story. It would be better to make an appointment for another time and talk about it seriously rather than listening to it lightly.

The weekend arrived with a kind refusal.

On that Saturday evening.

Theo was sighing as he tried to fall asleep.

"Haa.. I'm going crazy."

I feel anxious.

After Wolfgang's arrest, all the gazes directed at him seemed to be filled with malice.

It feels like people are avoiding me.

I'm just standing still, but I feel self-conscious.

Feeling as if he was losing the courage to even go to the academy, Theo sighed and punched the wall with his fist.

-Kwaaaaaang.

The dull sound that echoed in the room began to spread deafeningly, as if to narrate his own bleak future.

"..."

This world, which he had always thought was vast.

-Kwaaaaaang.

It felt so small.

Just a month ago, he thought he could have everything.

Desmunt, who had ignored the imperial family.

Shartia, who was looking for an opportunity.

He had thought it was all ridiculous.

-Grip

Now, standing in a position where he couldn't even look them in the face, he felt as if the world was pointing a spear at him.

Just as his head was drooping with gloomy thoughts.

-Knock. Knock. Knock.

Theo ignored the knock of an unwelcome guest who was disturbing his alone time with a sigh.

-Knock. Knock. Knock

'Who is it?'

The moment Theo's question turned towards the door, a low, deep voice began to echo in the room.

-I know you're in there.

-...

-I'm in the next room... why are you hitting the wall so hard?

-...

-I thought the building was collapsing.

-...

-Excuse me.

It's something I can just ignore...

-Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock

-Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock

-Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock

-Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock

Theo, gritting his teeth, spoke to the unwelcome guest.

"I'm sorry. There was a bug on the wall, and I hit it to catch it, but I think I hit it too hard..."

-Do you catch bugs with a hammer? If you're angry, go outside and scream. Don't pound on the wall.

"I'm sorry."

-If you knock one more time, I'll catch a bug too. Yes? Got it?

"I'm sorry."

Theo heard the footsteps leaving from beyond the door and muttered to himself in annoyance. It was annoying that they were being so strict when a person could hit a wall when they were angry.

I used to be the Crown Prince...

"Haaa..."

It's annoying.

He was planning to confess to Yuria on Monday. His honest feelings without any lies.

At first, he had thought his feelings for Yuria were just curiosity, but he gradually began to harbor feelings of love for her, who always answered any story with sincerity.

Originally, he had planned to become king and make a grand confession to her, but he couldn't hide his anxious heart any longer, so he was going to convey his true feelings to her.

"I'm nervous."

This seems to be the first time he has confessed to someone in his life. He had received countless confessions, but this was the first time he was making one.

In the first place, he had never been attracted to anyone of the opposite sex.

-Thump. Thump.

Theo blushed as he clutched his pounding heart like a male protagonist in a romance novel.

'How should I start?'

First, call Yuria to the rooftop.

Pick a bouquet of flowers and leave it on the rooftop.

When Yuria comes, give her the bouquet and confess.

-Thump. Thump

His heart is pounding unbecomingly, a job well done. Theo let out a small laugh and closed his eyes.

"Yes... this is it."

It is fitting for him to not be greedy for what he cannot have now and to seize the happiness in front of him.

'Yes...'

In Theo's mind, there was no situation where Yuria would refuse.

For him, who had received advances from many nobles and had refused their confessions, the option of refusal did not exist. He was thinking about what kind of expression Yuria would make when she heard his confession.

'She'll definitely like it, right...?'

'What if she cries...?'

'I can just hug her.'

To be frank, even without the title of a member of the imperial family, the man named Theo, that is, himself, was a person with sufficient charm as a member of the opposite sex.

Exceptional appearance.

Well-proportioned body.

He was at the top of his class at the academy with his outstanding magic and swordsmanship skills, so even without the title of a member of the imperial family, Theo was confident that he could steal the hearts of many of the opposite sex.

Even though Yuria's heart was not giving him a single glance.

"I think it would be good to use roses for the flowers."

Theo gave a small smile and closed his eyes.

And.

-Knock. Knock. Knock.

An unwelcome guest who was disturbing his delusions began to knock on the door once again.

-Excuse me.

Why did he come back this time?

He hadn't knocked on the wall or screamed.

Theo let out a sigh and kept his mouth shut.

-Excuse me.

'Haa... just go away.'

-Excuse me.

'Just go away...!!!'

As Theo's annoyed sigh spread out, the man on the other side of the door was knocking more forcefully, urging him to come out.

While starting to give all sorts of ridiculous reasons.

-I'm in the next room.

-...

-I'm bored, do you want to have a drink?

-...

Is he crazy?

Drinking inside the academy was forbidden, so Theo let out a hollow laugh at the unwelcome guest's suggestion to break the rules and drink.

-I received a good bottle of liquor as a gift.

-...

-It's too good to drink alone.

-...

-Since you're alone in your room at this hour, you probably don't have any friends, so let's have a drink together, man to man.

Theo let out a long sigh and thought, 'Just because I'm alone in my room at this hour, you think I'm like you?'

"Go away."

Theo said, showing that he had no time to drink with him, whoever he was.

"Drinking in the dormitory is forbidden, so drink at home later and go to sleep."

-I don't have a home.

"..."

-Someone broke it, so I don't have a home.

"Haa... then go out and drink alone... Drinking in the dormitory is forbidden!"

-Aren't rules made to be broken? We're in a special room, after all, wouldn't it be a shame to just sleep like this?

"Haa..."

Theo approached the door slowly with anger. If he stayed like this, it seemed like he would be knocking on the door until dawn.

The moment Theo's angry steps echoed and he opened the door.

"Oh... hello."

"...!!!"

"Nice to meet you. I'm the one who moved in next door..."

Theo's eyes widened at the familiar face of the man holding a bottle of liquor, and he hurriedly closed the door.

-Bang!

-Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Why is that bastard here?"

Theo looked at the door with trembling eyes.

-Why are you closing the door...?

"..."

-I won't ask you to pay for the house, so please open the door.

"..."

-Yes?

At the appearance of an unexpected person, Theo let out a long sigh, then clenched his fists and began to shout.

"Go away!!"

-Let's have a drink and talk, man to man...!!

"Get lost."

-Are you embarrassed?

-I said shut up and go away.

-Why are you being like this? I came here with a thick skin, after all... Normally, I should be leading an army to the imperial palace, but since we're neighbors, I just came to have a drink, so are you going to be so cold?

"...I said get lost."

Theo suppressed his rising anger and said to Ricardo on the other side of the door.

"Why are you at the academy when you've been expelled?"

-Not expelled, but suspended. And I came as a professor. An economics professor.

"Economics professor...?"

At the horribly run academy, Theo felt the urge to drop out.

"You're an economics professor?"

"Yes~ Since you're also in the 3rd year B class, I'm also your homeroom professor."

"..."

His head throbbed at the dizzying situation.

"Anyway, get lost."

Theo said with cold words.

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

From the other side of the door, with a small laugh, the departing unwelcome guest said with a sneer.

-It's a really good bottle of liquor, what a shame.

"..."

-Well, you did break the Desmunt mansion, so it's not like you'd have an appetite for a drink. Haha!!!

Theo disliked Ricardo.

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After Theo's unwelcome guest left, another room.

-Knock. Knock Knock.

A knock was heard from Truller's room.

As expected, the answer was.

-Get lost.

Life is sad.

I had come to talk to them with care, but they had rejected me so coldly.

I glanced at the cheap wine in my hand, then turned my lonely steps and walked towards the room of an easy target.

Because that guy would surely play with me.

Room 303.

"Mr. Green Algae."

As soon as he heard my voice, Ruin, with his wet green algae hair, glanced at me, then closed the door with a thump and said.

-Get lost.

As expected.

"Let's have a drink for the first time in a while."

"I don't drink with men."

"It's a good bottle of liquor?"

"I said I'm not drinking."

Why don't people listen when you talk nicely?

"If you don't open up, I'll give you a personal assignment on Monday."

-Creak.

Ruin, who opened the door with eyes full of annoyance, let out a sigh and a curse.

"Bastard."

I smiled slightly and entered Ruin's room.

It seems to be the first time I've been in here.

The green algae's room.

"The room is more normal than I thought."

"...Is that a compliment?"

"I thought it would be full of green, like frogs, or green algae... or grass."

"What do you take me for?"

Ruin let out an annoyed sigh, sat on the bed, and said.

"Get out quickly. I have to study."

"...?"

"What."

"You're studying?"

"Yes."

Ruin looked at my eyes once, then said, 'What... why?' and dried his hair with a towel.

"I have to study to get back to the special room, don't I?"

"...Wow."

"I'm already stressed out because the plant-based magic the old man taught me and the fire magic have terrible compatibility. And then the biggest stress came and..."

"Is that stress me?"

"..."

Ruin kept his mouth shut for survival.

I sat on a chair, looked at Ruin, and smiled.

"Don't be like that, just play with me today."

"I don't want to."

"I'll tell you an interesting story."

"I said I don't want to. It's not just the young lady's story."

"...To call our young lady a 'young lady' now, you've become a person."

"Just thinking about that time still makes my face tingle...?"

"You deserved it back then."

Ruin gave a small smile and nodded.

"That's true."

"Right?"

I took out the bottle of liquor and said to Ruin.

"So let's talk."

"...Sigh. I have to blame my dog-like life."

"That's right."

"...Bastard."

And so, one drink.

After two drinks.

-Ding.

A familiar alarm sounded in my ears for the first time in a long time.

[Q. The War's Glutton]

It feels like I'm sobering up instantly.

[Q. War Glutton.]

In a story you don't know.

Your sword reigned over many as a source of fear.

People called you a 'wicked demon.' Your sword, which cut down enemies on the battlefield without emotion, was indeed like an emotionless demon.

So much so that the people of the Empire gave you the moniker 'Glutton.'

But there was a reason for your unbridled sword.

People were not curious about your story. They were not curious about what story led you to wield your sword, or with what heart you cut down your enemies.

They were simply swept away by the rumors they heard, and they distanced themselves from you and cursed you.

Therefore, there was no one around you.

The woman who hated you.

The woman who followed you.

And the young lady you served.

Everyone saw you as a 'war demon who has lost his humanity,' that is, a 'Glutton,' and they ostracized you.

In a story no one knows.

In this story, 'Shartia' met an unfortunate fate and could not become king, and 'Tae-oh,' who brought down Desmunt, became king.

Tae-oh, who was a 'timid crown prince,' started a war under the pretext of peace. Under the pretext of ending the Empire's long-cherished wish in his generation, he started a war to unite the forces of the nobility.

On that day, Shartia could not become king. On that day, Desmunt collapsed due to the schemes of the cultists and the crown prince, and did not have the power it has now.

The imperial family oppressed Desmunt.

The Empire, on the verge of war, suppressed the nobility. Therefore, the emperor carried out a conscription against all the nobles.

[Each family shall raise one warrior for the war.]

Desmunt, having lost its head, had no power to defy the imperial order, and the woman who could not use her legs could not go to war.

Originally, the eldest son should have been dragged to the battlefield, but you chose to sacrifice yourself for the woman you loved.

Leaving behind the foolish request to keep it a secret from her.

You chose to sacrifice yourself for peace. Wearing the mask of a 'Glutton' to protect everyone's peace and your precious person.

Your end was terrible, but your sacrifice brought happiness to everyone.

Of course, you were not in that story.

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1. Find the villains who are trying to slander 'Shartia' before the midterm exams begin. (0/3)

2. Subdue the 'Bloody ■■'. (0/1)

Reward: You can unlock a 'Special Ability' and view the 2nd Side Story 'The Secret of That Man'.

Upon failure: 'Yuria' and 'Shartia' will die.

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A ghost that endlessly covets...

'That's sobering.'

I hastily wrapped up my drinking session with Ruin, and leaving the disappointed Ruin behind, I was lying on the bed in my room.

-I'm leaving.

-Suddenly?

-Please keep the rest of the drinks.

-Take it with you, you crazy bastard.

-Then good night.

-I said take it with you.

I could have drunk more, but it was a shame that the mood was broken.

Anyway, lying on the bed, I frowned at the familiar blue window floating in the air.

[Q. War Glutton.]

·

·

·

Upon failure: The deaths of 'Yuria' and 'Shartia'.

'What is this...'

Because I didn't know why it suddenly appeared after being quiet for a while. And with a sinister message that hinted at someone's death.

'This is a little scary.'

Until now, the status window had never wagered death on the survival of a main character, but this quest came with heavy content, so I was quite surprised.

There were quests that were directly linked to death due to the party's mistake, but not directly linked to the lives of the main protagonists.

'...'

It would just lower someone else's favorability, or give a simple penalty if not carried out; it had never given a quest heavy enough to affect the novel's weight.

But. This quest seemed a little different from the ones so far. If Yuria died, the foundation of the novel would be shaken, and if Shartia died, many things would go wrong.

'This is... really too much.'

I was trying to rest for the first time in a while, but it had to butt in without any sense of timing... In a way, it was a relief that I had time to prevent this situation, but I was both resentful and grateful for the quest that came to me while I was resting comfortably.

"...I really don't know."

The status window always shows me scenes whose intentions I can't understand.

If I'm a transmigrator, it would be understandable if it showed me the contents of the novel, but it keeps showing me ominous stories and then disappearing...

As if I had died dozens of times in this world, there was not a single happy ending in any of the stories, and it showed me stories that were close to despair.

There was no story of living happily ever after with someone, and no story of living happily ever after... In a way, the status window seemed to have never shown me a happy ending, to the point where the novel felt like a rational happy ending.

Of course, my life is happy now, but.

"...Haa."

I sighed and closed my eyes at the intention of the status window, which was hard to find. It would be better if it just told me my 'mission' like a hero who fell into another world, then I could just resign myself and live.

It wasn't a grand goal of saving the world. It wasn't a purpose of saving someone. I, who couldn't understand the thoughts of this status window, which just told me to save an unspecified number of people and then pointed out the future where I would die, sighed and recalled the past.

Surely.

-How many times have you died...

Elysia had talked about death.

Did I really regress?

I don't know because I've never died.

And I didn't want to die.

I had a strong urge to raise my middle finger to the god who might be watching from somewhere, but since the god seemed to have abandoned me, I decided to keep my irreverent finger in my heart, let out a lazy yawn, and touched my hair.

"Three traitors..."

I thought I had uprooted them all.

I don't know why this academy is so full of trouble. I'm glad I took a leave of absence with the young lady. If I were still at the academy, I think I would have run away from the stress.

Just thinking about Tae-oh and Truller makes my head feel like it's going to explode, why do they have to keep me so busy?

I let out a distant sigh and shook my hair at my situation, which was getting further and further away from a life of a clean-living bum.

I want to resent this situation full of unknown things, but.

[...]

I, who have no one to resent, looked at the status window again with lonely eyes, but.

"What is your true identity?"

[...]

The silent blue window only answered with silence. In other novels, the status windows are kind enough to explain, but it seems like my status window has poor performance.

[...!]

"Hmm?"

I thought the letters just shimmered.

"It must be my imagination."

I let out a faint breath and went to sleep.

Because thinking about it now won't change anything.

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I had a dream.

"Ricardo."

A dream where a very beautiful woman was holding me tightly.

The woman, who was wearing a dress with a plunging neckline and hugging me, called my name once and then was silent.

I tried to lift my head to see her face, but my head wouldn't move, and I, who was dreaming, thought it was a shame.

Because it was a breathtaking view.

I was glad to be able to see the beautiful dress on my conscience, but I was sad that I couldn't see her face. Because I was sure she was a great beauty.

Did I spend a little more sweet time like that?

-Drip.

A drop of water fell on my unmoving face with a 'thud'. A drop of water that was a little hotter than a raindrop.

-Drip drip.

Why?

-Drip drip.

The feeling that the drops of water falling on my face were filled with emotion.

-Drip drip.

I wanted to make it stop.

Not because of the discomfort of my face getting wet with the drops of water, but because I wanted to stop the emotions of the one who was dropping the water.

I can't see her face, but.

-Why...

I wanted to make her tears stop.

I raised my hand and reached for her face. I don't know why, but I felt like her eyes would be where I reached.

-Why are you crying?

-...

-You'll ruin your pretty face.

The woman in the dream hugged me even tighter and began to cry harder. Her grip was getting stronger, as if she were sending off someone she couldn't let go of.

As a gentleman, I raised my hand and wiped the tears flowing from the woman's eyes, but.

-...

The woman, who shook her head, continued to shed her unstoppable tears and held onto me fiercely.

-Why are you crying like this? It's making me feel sorry.

I held the woman's trembling hand and smiled.

-I must be a very sinful man.

I smiled faintly and closed my eyes.

Well.

-Don't cry.

Either way, I don't like it when a pretty woman cries.

-It makes me sadder.

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And so, the morning dawned.

I, who had a good dream, started to walk around the academy with a smile. Since I had received the quest, I was planning to take care of it quickly.

'Where could they be?'

This incident was not in the novel, so special care was needed.

There was still about a month left until the midterm exams, but I couldn't afford to be complacent.

"Hmm..."

And I had to solve it quickly because the 'villains' mentioned by the status window were targeting 'Shartia' and 'Yuria'. It was also in my nature to solve unsettling things quickly.

So...

Standing at the podium, I opened my eyes for no reason and looked at them.

'Who among them is the cultist?'

Is it Tae-oh?

Is it Truller?

Who is it?

I opened my cold eyes, glared at them, and asked.

"Alright everyone."

"..."

"Is there a cultist among you?"

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