I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

315.This Election…Is Ruined (6)

“Johan, can’t I talk to Lue?”

“Well. I think you should ask Lue about that, not me. Rue. Is telepathy possible with Millia?”

[Uh…Uhm, something’s not going well. That’s strange.]

“W-what?!”

Did you talk to Viola? I chuckled at the cute sight of Viola looking around in surprise.

[Does it work well for viola?]

“Mister, I hear a strange female voice in my head!”

[I’m not strange!]

It only works on Millia… Is this it?

Is it because Milia is not a normal life form? Perhaps the undead are being judged unreasonably. Of course, even after receiving Karina’s divine power, it’s not like she’s still fine…

Then, is it possible for Milia to not be affected by the mental contamination of foreign sources?

Just because you’re not mentally infected doesn’t mean you’re powerless, so you won’t be able to do anything… But you can at least take mental care. I pushed the newly discovered information into a corner of my head.

“That is Lue’s voice.”

“Uh, um. What should I say? “I’m not swearing, but it’s slightly different from what I imagined.”

[Huh? What?]

“Just looking at the visuals, it looks like a book made by the devil. “I thought the main body would have a more evil voice.”

[No it’s not! I am not an evil book!]

Evil book… Ira. But wasn’t this a one-on-one conversation? Why can’t I hear it too? I thought it was a one-on-one conversation, but it turned out that there was only one person connected?

Anyway, Lue, who had become an evil book, drooped his tentacles and became sullen.

“Sorry sorry.” “It was just because it was a bit surprising.”

[Hmph.]

“I’ll buy you something delicious later-“

[Hmm, then I can forgive with a big heart…]

A simple guy.

Looking at it, I see that it’s a grimoire made by foreign media. Even though he was born to be cruel, he’s cute. Well, maybe the foreign media also have a problem with mental pollution and are quite peaceful people.

First of all, except for those who make noise.

“Then let’s decide on a simple hand signal. If Lue taps her thigh once, it means that something is happening around her and she needs to pay attention. Second, be sure to be alert to your surroundings. Three times… Run away from the spot immediately. Did you understand?”

“Huh! I’ll keep that in mind!”

“Then have a nice trip.”

“Okay!”

“Mister, I’ll come too.”

“Me too…”

“Okay. Have a nice trip, you two too.”

The three people left the main gate of Yeomyeonggwan and left for the academy. I stared blankly at the backs of the three in front of the door, then turned around and looked at Sif when I heard a voice calling me.

“Do you remember that today is the day to check the items you ordered?”

“It’s already happened like that.”

“Are you going right away?”

“I’ll do it while I’m out. “I think you’re ready too… “

I’m already fully dressed up. When Sif, who was wearing relatively warm outdoor clothes, made eye contact with me, she avoided eye contact and asked.

“… Doesn’t it suit you?”

“No. Goes well. “It’s like a fairy.”

“…Hehe.”

A pleasant feeling of weight is placed on my right arm. As a joke, I scratched Sif’s chin, and she raised her chin, making a happy sound like a cat.

Is a cat a cat?

I set off to the top of Dern with Sif.

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“Milia, is your speech ready?”

“I’m still writing!”

‘It’s difficult… ‘

Sion, who sensed from Milia’s expression that her speech her writing her was slowing down, poked Milia’s cheek and encouraged her.

“You will use it well. Are you good at studying? Instead of thinking too hard, wouldn’t it be better to think about what you want to say and what you want to do for the students?”

“Hmm, but it’s harder than I thought…”

There are many things I want to talk about, but I have to get rid of what needs to be said. For Millia, that was the most difficult. Because there was so much I wanted to say.

But you can’t just worry about it forever. Millia groaned and began writing her letters with a pen. As Milia began to play with her pen, her friends naturally began to gather around her as she pondered.

“Are you writing a speech?”

“My head hurts just listening to it.”

“How was last year’s speech?”

“I think our department just failed. “Everyone just dozed off because they were seniors going into a career in the department of liberal arts, blah, blah, and improvement, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.”

“Ugh, I remember. That was the first time I felt sleepier than a class on the history of the empire…”

“Wouldn’t Millia still be fun? She’s at least prettier than the glasses-wearing senior, so she’s eye candy. Your voice is pretty too. “I’m sure there will be quite a few people who will pick her even if she writes roughly compared to last year, right?”

“There are also La Perrine and mimosas?”

“La Perrine is recognized. But the mimosa…Um. Because I don’t like him…”

As soon as Leo heard Mimosa’s name, he was disgusted and answered. As her friends nodded in agreement with her response, the students began to talk about mimosas.

“There are a lot of kids in the seminary who are very stubborn, but Mimosa stands out among them.”

“There was a war of nerves with the kids from the magic department, and it was so bloody that my heart was shaking.”

“I liked the saint so much that I was always looking at her, but it was a bit funny that I couldn’t approach her.”

“…Aren’t you harming Millia?”

Leo waved his hand at something someone said. Even so, would a person who is the head of the Department of Theology’s priestly major do such a thing?

“Oh, no way. I ran as a candidate for student council president, but would I cause an accident? Even though you guys are such a b*stard, you probably won’t cause such a major accident, right? “But last semester, Sir Quartz broke you up and you became quiet, right?”

“No matter how much Sir Quartz is, if the odds are 300 to 1 and you break, you can’t say anything… This is the first time I’ve seen them so depressed.”

‘Ugh, what should I write?’

Milia diligently scribbled down her speech in her notebook her her her, listening to the chatter of her friends her her her her her.

‘Dear students? I think this is too pretentious.’

For some reason, just saying it makes me feel like my credibility is dropping. Milia drew lines on the sentence with her pen and thoughts about her her first sentence her again.

‘Hi guys! Wouldn’t this be a bit awkward to use in a speech?’

She draws the line again and turns her pen. She held the pen spinning in her hand for a steady rotation.

‘Nice to meet you! Dear Calon Academy students! It’s like looking down from above!’

“Ugh…”

“Milia, are you worried?”

“Huh. “The first sentence is harder than I thought…”

“I think it’s okay even if the first sentence isn’t difficult.”

“Dear students, wouldn’t it be okay to use something like this? “What’s important is the main text, not the preface.”

“Hmm, it feels like something is really reducing trust.”

“That’s true.”

“It feels somewhat hypocritical.”

Other students also agreed with Millia’s opinion. Because it was a sentence that seemed needlessly political. It seemed like he was showing off unnecessarily, so it was easy to be disliked, and it didn’t fit Millia’s lively image at all.

After everyone put their heads together and thought about it, Karin came up with her opinion as if it was a good idea.

“How about I just be honest? Milia said that becoming the student council president has been her goal for a long time. She just puts it out there. I am here to become the student council president! Same thing.”

“Oh, that’s not bad.”

“I think this will work better. To put it bluntly, we are not politicians, we are students. “Do I really need to say it in a difficult way?”

“That’s right. The current student council president’s speech itself was simple. “If you choose me, I will work hard, right?”

“It was very short. I was prepared because the candidate in front of me spoke too long. That’s why I chose the student council president.”

“Me too.”

“Me too.” “It was the only speech that wasn’t boring.”

“It ended exactly when it got boring.”

“So, Millia, don’t think too hard. All you have to do is be honest and say why you want to become student council president and what you will do if you are elected.

There is no need for rhetoric or anything like that. “We don’t elect the student council president just to hear things like that, right?”

“…Thank you, Karin.”

“Thank you. “I’m borrowing your notebook all the time. I need to do at least this much.”

“I wonder why Karin’s grades went up… “

“Milia is good at taking meticulous notes!”

“What! Me too! “Lend it to me too!”

“Zion, I’m writing a speech right now, so later.”

“Oh…Sorry.”

Millia smiled at Shion, who had become quiet at Leo’s point her, and held her pen with a more relaxed mind than before.

Somehow, I felt like I knew how to write it down.

Milia began writing down her sentences with a lighter hand than before.

‘From the moment I was transferred to this academy, I wanted to become the student council president.’

Honest and sincere, her own speech