Chapter Chapter 54: 7. Is your backside safe? (6) (2/2)
“I found a weird card in the locker!”
“Only chalk on the blackboard!”
There were three things we found on the classroom walls.
A black card, a mysterious textbook. And a piece of chalk.
“Let’s check out this textbook first.”
And once we flipped open the cover, there was!
“Blank?”
No matter how many pages we looked at, unlike the vibrant cover, there was nothing inside but blank pages.
“There’s nothing here?”
“Isn’t this classroom a bust?”
“Hmm…”
Was it really? The opponent was Professor Nicerwin.
Would the person who thinks of nothing but how to make his students suffer, really craft such a simple trap?
In my opinion, never.
Knowing that human, he’d probably fill up the entire textbook with random letters.
And once we decoded it, we’d probably get something like [Ehhh gotcha!] or [Too bad! Better luck next time!].
Now, bearing this in mind.
That type of person left a hint on this blank page. In that case?
“We need to use the tools in our surroundings.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Look closely.”
I crushed the chalk to a powder, and sprinkled it onto the blank page.
And when I scraped off the excess with the card…
“Ohhhhhh!”
“I can see letters!”
“Amazing, pres!”
This is my skill, the student council president of Yugrasia!
We will no longer be one-sidedly bullied any longer, Professor Nicerwin!
Soon, we could see visible letters in front of us.
And through this we will be able to find a way to escape from here!
And that way is!
[Too bad. Better luck next time.]
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-Graaaaaaaagghhhhhh! God damn it all!
I watched the stuco pres screaming as he clutched his head.
You thought you used your heads, but I am standing above you all!
“Uwee, the pres got baited! Fwappyfwappy baited!”
“They’ve still got a long way to go.”
Although it seemed like the others still hadn’t found any clues yet, the stuco pres alone found a way.
But there’s no way I’d give out hints as easy as that, now would I?
Naturally the majority of them are fails.
The probability of a real hint is 3%.
“But owner? Are ya really not gonna let the kids go back?”
“Since that is what I said I will need to hold to that.”
“Whaddabout food?”
“That will come if they succeed their missions.”
“That’s… of course enough for everyone ta eat, right?”
“Of course not enough for everyone.”
“Owner’s totes a devil!”
I simply copied a few comedy programs from my past life.
If there was a devil then it would be the producers of those comedy shows.
“It’s getting close to time, so prepare to head out.”
“Wiing? Party time alweady?”
I showed a clock to the girl who was saying pointless things.
The time was 1PM.
Meaning, the time that the students’ time attack began.
“Ah, but owner! The kids’re struggling lately cause the student council isn’t there with ’em, izzit still alwight for me to beat ’em up?”
“Doesn’t matter. The majority of the student council are on the eight floor anyway. The kids on the third floor can do it if they try hard enough.”
Moreover those kids aren’t even trying either.
It’s just because that vice-president Risen just openly goes around breaking walls and shit, but the area where this magic tool can actually observe is limited.
To begin with, this thing was constructed small, with a tiny mana footprint to be undetectable by students so it has its limits for surveillance, let alone close observation!
And in all honesty, if a large number of students all charge through the first floor, spread out and break through the walls then there would be a limit to the number of students that would be caught.
Although of course if they did that then the metal bat would immediately be dispatched to the main gates, but the ones with summons capable of flight would still be able to escape.
But the majority of these kids have either given up, or lost reason and repeatedly charge at Professor Muam.
No seriously, charging in headfirst against a spirit king of water, are they even thinking?
“So don’t hold back.”
“Wiing, of courth! Imma fair goddess that doesn’t hold back against anyone!”
I have no idea when she’ll give up on that goddess concept.
Well, judging by that confident face of hers it seems like Miss Aris will have quite the hard time today, but this is all for victory at the imperial festival!
If you went by the mood in the school alone then we’ve already all but won the imperial festival, but who knows what could happen in between.
You could have a demon king proposing to the hero, or when you’ve finally become a civil servant in the empire, your childhood friend became a hero and you end up going on an adventure with her.(1)
That makes no sense? That nonsense exists somewhere in this wide world.
Even in my case, you’ve got the imperial princess of the most powerful nation on the continent chasing me to marry her?
And moreover, not asking me to marry her, but to marry her.
This is a very important difference.
Because my own opinion doesn’t even matter here!
In all reality does any of this make any sense?
It’s a title where if you felt like it, your descendants could potentially aim for the title of emperor.
And said princess with that position is aiming for a man with an unknown background, no, at this point confirmed as a member of an evil organization!
That’s the kind of man his daughter wants to marry, and the emperor’s reaction was something like “Hm. Uh? Congratulations?”
I know fully well that it’s weirder for this country to not have fallen already, but isn’t this seriously way overboard?
“Owner, owner. ‘Nuff whining ’bout ya circumstances, I’ma go now, kay?”
As if my exasperations bored her, the metal bat patted my shoulders as she moved out with light footsteps.
Our current location was my office… or not, but instead the hidden office on the tenth floor!
The reason the metal bat always appears from above is because of this.
This office that not even the majority of the staff know about that was prepared especially for the students’ growth.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Has it started already?”
As I heard the slams from upstairs, I turned my attention back to the magic video tool.
There’s no better entertainment than watching a fight, you know?