Episode 297 Last Semester (2)
Eventually, the parent observation class began.
The gymnasium where the final exam rankings are held.
The stage where Tudor and Bianca from the Cold Weapons Division and Grenouille and Sinclair from the Heat Weapons Division compete for supremacy.
In addition to that, all the second and third graders with the best grades also go to the gymnasium.
So did Dolores, the student body president and senior senior.
The site was being presented as an exemplary case in front of numerous parents.
Parents and children who met inside the academy shared a meeting after a long time.
“My son~ I missed you! Are you eating well?”
“Ummm. By the way, daughter. Why aren’t you involved in the ranking match over there?”
“What? That’s a place to decide the top of the grade? Aha, it’s not a stage for normal kids.”
“Next time, make sure you stand there too.”
“I’m relieved to hear that my son is in the same class as these brilliant kids.”
“You want to make friends like that around you too. That’s why I sent you to the Colosseo Academy.”
In the midst of parents showing various reactions such as encouragement, pressure, and praise, a new structure of competition and friendship is created.
In the first place, the parent observation class was an event aimed at this kind of effect.
Meanwhile. Tudor and Bianca, who are facing the final match of the final exams, have been exchanging nerves before the match.
“My father came to watch, but I can’t look embarrassing! I’m sorry, but I’ll have to step on it.” “Because my father
came to see me too? He can’t see me
today .”
“Isn’t it? I was above you?”
“You were sixth. I was third?” “Yeah~ That’s before the performance evaluation, attitude score, and external activity bonuses
were reflected ~ In total, I’m 1 point higher than you~”
it will.”
“Turn over? You must have misunderstood rummaging.”
“What kind of girl talk is so hard on you? It’s really not good~”
“What has that got to do with being strong with a girl? If that’s the case, then why are you guys so weak?”
“Aren’t you weak? Just start the match.”
“It’s really bad.”
“You’re really bad too.”
Tudor and Bianca continued to argue.
Meanwhile. A cold wind blows between Grenouille and Sinclair in the fever donation department.
It was Grenouille who broke the silence first.
“Hey, commoner. Starting today, I, Grenouille, the new aristocratic faction, will take back the senior position.”
“…”
“Even the head of the school year! The seat of the next student council president cannot be conceded to a commoner!”
“…”
“No complaints, huh?”
Grenouille took as much weight as possible, hoping, deep down, that Sinclair would respond.
But nothing came back.
“……As expected, it’s childish.”
Sinclair muttered as he gazed at the distant mountains with an unshakable expression on his face.
The innocent and bright childlike feeling that I usually felt from her has disappeared before I knew it, and instead, the atmosphere of a much older sister flows out.
Grenouille wondered why Sinclair had changed so overnight, but somehow he felt his heart pounding.
yet. The professor in charge of the moderator shouted loudly.
[ruler! Mothers and fathers, please pay attention! The final exams for each grade level are starting soon!]
It was the moment when the final event of the final exams began.
* * *
“…”
A place quite far from the gymnasium where the final ranking match is held.
A man was standing on a rattan bench by an old well.
Dolores Rune Quo Vadis. 3rd year senior and student council president.
The final match of the final exam is decided to be hers.
When the match between the 1st and 2nd graders of the Heat and Cold Weapons Division is over, Dolores’s turn will come soon.
But now there was something she cared about more than her final exam match.
It was the match of the 1st year of fever donation. Among them was Sinclair.
‘……What should I say to Sinclair?’
Sinclair, who advanced to the finals today, was told no one was coming during the parents’ visit.
Dolores intended to approach Sinclair and try to talk when everyone’s interest had died away after the match.
‘But how should I talk to you?’
After what happened that day at the bourgeoisie, Sinclair refused to see Dolores.
It seemed that he was trying to get away from everyone, but he was showing a particularly more closed attitude towards Dolores.
‘…well, it’s only natural. I’ve been through such a scary thing.’
When Dolores sighs, not knowing how to approach Sinclair.
“……!”
Her eyes widened in an instant.
A familiar face was passing by.
A male student trudges toward a well in the distance. It was Bikir.
For a moment, Dolores remembered what Sinclair had said in the past.
‘really. Shall I ask my brother to join me?’
The memory of the first time I made an oracle investment club to hunt Belial.
‘……Is that friend interested in this too?’
Sinclair answered Dolores’ question with a bright expression.
‘Bikir hyung is also very good at these things. I read all the newspapers of all newspapers every day, so I know how society works, and lately I seem to be very interested in the economy. For example, trade with Native Americans. Also, I read all the economic newspapers from a very long time ago, and the enthusiasm is really great!’
‘Hyung-ah comes to the library often, so I’ll talk to her when I meet her while I’m a librarian.’
‘Ah, that’s right~ Hyung, I don’t know where you’ve been running around like that these days. Piggy is in the same room, so do you know anything?’
At that time, Sinclair seemed to have a strong liking for Bikir.
If so, it was clear that the two would be very close friends.
Dolores jumped up to face Vikir. I was thinking of asking you to set up a place to talk to Sinclair.
Right then.
A little boy ran in front of Dolores.
Black hair like ebony, white skin with red eyes, and cheeks like glutinous rice cakes. Cute like a doll.
I couldn’t see it properly because I passed by briefly, but a cute girl from head to toe was running toward Bikir in front.
And soon, the girl said something unbelievable to Bikir.
“Dad-!”
Those words shocked Dolores.
I heard that a calm cat goes up to the stove first, but didn’t it go up too quickly!
‘Oh no. Who is the mother of the child at that age!?’
The moment Dolores pauses for words.
…chin! Hurry up –
Bikir grabbed the girl by the side and started to run quickly forward.
“Huh? Uh uh!”
Dolores hurriedly came down the hill where the bench was, but Bikir had already run over to the path beside the well.
* * *
Bikir headed to a deserted place.
Stopping by an old well, Bikir finally put the girl on his side down.
“Pomerian. When did you get here? Who is your guardian?”
“Hihi- I secretly use installments with Samchun. They don’t let me play all the time.”
At the Pomerian’s playful words, Bikir put his hand on his forehead.
I heard the news that ‘they’ left for the ecliptic to observe the parents through Xindi Wendy a while ago.
‘Hivero, Middlebro, Lowbro seemed to be dealing well, so I was careless.’
Perhaps, if you find out that Pomerian is gone, chaos will happen.
Before that, I had to quickly put it back in place.
Bikir took Pomerian’s hand.
“Let’s go. Uncle will take you as far as the front.”
“yes!”
The Pomeranian was still dead when it came to Vikir’s horse.
As they held hands and descended the trail below, Bikir cautiously inquired about the Pomerian’s current situation.
“How’s the ghost tree these days?”
“You’re growing up well! But sometimes I have nightmares at night, so it’s crazy!”
“It’s a nightmare. What kind of nightmare are you having?”
“When I have nightmares, things with demons keep coming out and smothering them-”
Pomerian shuddered once.
Vikir nodded and stroked the Pomerian’s head.
“Even the demons in your nightmares have nightmares.”
“Does a head appear in demons’ nightmares?”
“… This uncle will come out.”
When Bikir takes out the Baalzebub from his wrist and shows it in an eerie voice, Pomerian’s eyes sparkle with longing.
“Oh, Uncle Mercy.”
“So you don’t have to be afraid of anything like the devil. Because you have this uncle.”
So, the Pomerian can raise the ghost tree without any burden.
Someday, it will add great power to the human union.
Right then.
Someone grabbed Bikir by the collar as he was about to leave the well.
The moment when Bikir turned his head in surprise at the unpopular touch.
“Oh, I’m thirsty. Where is the well here, old man?”
An old woman who appeared rather out of the blue was pulling the end of Bikir’s coat collar.
Wearing a shabby white priestly robe, with a hunched waist, a round face, glasses slightly resting only on the bridge of the nose, eyes narrowed as if dark.
Everywhere you look, she’s just an ordinary old woman.
But when he saw her face, Bikir had to be surprised to the point of sinking into his stomach.
‘This person…?’
The biggest variable of this parent observation class was here.
