Chapter 24 (2/2)

Rivelia muttered quietly and looked down at her hand and sword. She would normally feel exhausted after going through that intense swordplay, but strangely, she felt strength overflowing in her. The mana within her seemed to fill her entire body. The world seemed different. Every sense of her body seemed to scream with how sharp they had gotten. She was also hit with an irresistible feeling of sleep.

“Rest my child. When one reaches the rank of Master, their bodies naturally go into a deep slumber to adjust the body into this new strength.”

Her master’s words immediately shook off any doubt in Rivelia’s mind and allowed her to be carried by the slumber. Strangely, it wasn’t the accomplishment of reaching the state of a master, or the words of praise from her strict master that brought a smile on her face. It was the antic.i.p.ation that she could finally see that smug face of Isaac crumble that made her smile.

The popularity of tea party with Rivelia was unmatched, and with it, Isaac was able to sit on a pile of money. But Isaac didn’t focus on simply making the most money possible. He gave a ‘fair chance’ for everyone to attend the auction, giving out tickets to the students of common birth or poor n.o.ble background for free. It didn’t matter which family they came from; they were almost guaranteed to become his superiors once they graduated, and Isaac believed it would be a good idea to have them as friends if possible. Not only that, the gathering of girls motivated the male students to aim for the tea party in hopes of making some advances in their romantic life, and the auction became so large in scale that what was originally an event to become friends with Rivelia became just another gathering for teenage students to enjoy their youth, which is what a tea party originally should be.

Thanks to that… Rivelia, the untouchable flower also known as the “decoration” of the tea party was able to leave the tea parties without affecting how it operated. This caused a b.u.t.terfly effect and as the year went by and Isaac was on his last year of Campus, the tea parties began spiralling out of control for Isaac as well.

Without the incentive that is Rivelia in the tea party for the auction, no one was interested in partic.i.p.ating in it. Plus they simply began having tea parties of their own to create their own connections while excluding Isaac’s influence.

Isaac did feel a little left out, but he didn’t dwell on it too much. It just meant his life was back to normal. Rivelia somehow ascended into a Sword Master and received the t.i.tle of Queen of the Sword, making her name famous across the Empire, but to Isaac that was none of his business. Isaac believed that birds of the same feather flock together, and he didn’t see himself to be like Rivelia in any way. Plus what was more important for him was this new information he found, not Rivelia who once again locked herself in College.

“What is up with this neighbourhood?”

Isaac had been gathering as much information as possible to find the most suitable place to live out his days in peace. Most would call it an exile, but it was a matter of perspectives. He found a very strange fact. Something he couldn’t simply look over.

First of all, the n.o.ble t.i.tles being given to government officials were laughable. Their t.i.tles were decided by what their purpose and significance their jobs were in the Empire. Just like working in an office, their t.i.tle changed as they climb up the hierarchy. The reason people climb their ranks is because of one crucial merit. There are many areas within the Empire that are not controlled by n.o.bles who have their own territories, such as free cities, independent cities, Empire-owned cities, etc.

For these areas, the Empire sends one of their officials of suitable rank to manage the area, and as long as they don’t do any significant crimes or show corruption, they are t.i.tled as the Lord of the area after managing it for thirty years, making them a true n.o.ble in a way.

If they become a Lord of the province, they are literally King of that area. They could do whatever they wanted within the given area, like changing laws, taxes and raising armies without oversight.

So, there are occasional wars between Lords of the provinces to increase their land size, since owning more land will lead to them rising in their n.o.bility rank.

But in these wars, they are only allowed to use volunteers or mercenaries as soldiers. Conscriptions or pillaging from the commoners to supplement the armies was illegal. If there is a siege battle, all of the civilians must first be evacuated and the damages caused by the siege battle must be paid by the winners of the battle. There were even more rules, which made their wars quite laughable in Isaac’s eyes. These rules made the war more of a sport, and breaking these rules resulted in harsh punishments. This was thanks to the incredibly powerful intelligence network of the Empire called the Central.

Thanks to the existence of the Central, there may be wars between Lords but never a rebellion. Starting a rebellion meant facing the Central first. If they wanted to be a.s.sa.s.sinated and their family sent to ruin, a rebellion was an excellent way to achieve that goal.

Another fact that was also interesting was that all of the administration in the Empire placed military as its top priority. All citizens of the Empire must train for the military, no matter their birth. Those who find it more to their taste can volunteer to become a professional soldier. And there are three regular military exercises happening every month, six months, and one year with on larger and larger scales, respectively.

Isaac first smirked that humans are the same no matter they go, but soon he realised just how serious this was. The South Korea of old had to prepare for war because of the situation it was in. But what about this world?

There is only 1 nation in this world, and that is the Empire. The Empire cannot possibly have a civil war due to its administration. That meant that the wars between Lords were a form of military field training. This was what kept bugging Isaac in his mind. The Empire had been founded for 300 years, yet this administration never changed.

Just what enemy is the Empire is facing to keep readily trained professional soldiers for the past 300 years?

“Screw it, s.h.i.+t. It’s not like I’m going to volunteer for these wars anyway.”

Isaac was quite done with wars. He was clearly set on his own goal. No matter the schemes and political intrigues, he was going to find a quiet village to live a peaceful life.

“This is unacceptable!”

Slam!

Corduroy clicked his tongue, displeased that he must change his desk once again, for Rivelia’s handprints were carved into the desk once more. Meanwhile, Rivelia still didn’t seem satisfied with her rebellious ways and continued to stare at Corduroy.

This anger was quite understandable to not just Rivelia, but all the students of the College. Once she rose to the rank of Master, she put all of her strength into making up for the grades that she had been neglecting for her training. After a great struggle, she miraculously raised her grades enough so that she could keep her promise of not becoming Isaac’s Hubae.

Well, they were the same year now but that was good in its own way. Due to the meritocratic nature of the Campus, they must show respect to superiors even if they had graduated in the same year.

But what if that person wasn’t just the same year as her, but graduated from the College as well? Even Corduroy thought he would have difficulties in accepting that.

“Answer me!”

If Rivelia didn’t get a reasonable answer this moment, she was going to start a strike on a scale that had never been observed, involving not just the students but those who have graduated too. Those who had heard the news in the College were littered across the entire inst.i.tution, their souls empty. Just what were they trying so hard to beat Isaac for, when he was the same as them now?

“Ahem… it’s because of the rules.”

“What do you mean rules?!”

“As you know, all of the schools in the Campus had rejected Isaac’s enrollment.”

“Everyone knows that fact.”

“The problem is that all graduates of the Campus must have a school which they are enrolled in. Everyone had forgotten about it because of how mandatory it was.”

“Then can’t any of the schools in the Campus just accept him in now?”

“But they’ve already rejected him once. There is only one place which Isaac didn’t send an enrolment form, and nor did that place deny Isaac’s enrollment.”

“And the College is that inst.i.tution? I thought College was an inst.i.tution independent from the Campus.”

“The College has no reason to deny the enrolment of such a distinguished student that is Isaac.”

But he’s not a distinguished student!

Rivelia wanted to scream her lungs out. Trying to make up for her grades after her rise as a Master was even harder than the training she had gone through. Graduating from the College in three years was an accomplishment that would shut the mouths of all who ridiculed her back at home, who used her birth as an excuse that she was accepted into the College. Even her parents and their legion of knights had arrived at the Capital to welcome her. It was that much of an honour to everyone.

But Isaac was going to get the same degree after playing around for five years! It was obvious that all of the students would rise against such a decision.

“Even if I were to look over it, I don’t have the confidence to convince all the other students. In the worst case scenario, it may become a disaster. How will you deal with that?”

Everything she said was true. Rather than Rivelia, it was the regular students who would feel most dejected from this decision.

Corduroy frowned when Rivelia presented her argument.

“Why would the students rebel against this decision?”

“Why wouldn’t they?! It’s the College! The very school which all students dream of attending! Isaac is not suited for the name of College and you know it!”

“The College you say? It is true that the t.i.tle is honourable. And you’re saying that Isaac is taking that t.i.tle without any effort to qualify for it?”

“Yes! That’s exactly what I’m trying to say!”

“Ha, if they have a brain, they would pity him rather than be angry like this.”

“Pity?”

“Just graduating the Campus is an honour too great for Isaac. But the College? Who do you think will actually accept him as a graduate of the College? Do you truly think those who graduated from the College are successful because they have their names recorded in our roll book?”

“…”

“The College is just a beginning. Why don’t you ask any one of our graduates, whether they had it easy back in College or now? Those who graduate from the College may be at a better starting line, but it also means that they receive just as much hara.s.sment from others. Those who came from other inst.i.tutions outside the Campus and College have suffered much because of the fame we hold, how they are underappreciated because of us. They consider surpa.s.sing those who graduated from the College to be their most glorious moment. Do you think they will leave Isaac alone?”

“He had been repeating to everyone that he will be an administrator of a village.”

“Even better. He will be forgotten to everyone as he rots away. Except things won’t turn out so easy for him.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Kainen, who graduated last year, is now working in the Empire’s Personnel Office.”

“…”

Kainen, Isaac’s half-brother and the ideal heir of the Rondart Family, was ranked as a 1st cla.s.s knight because he couldn’t receive the t.i.tle of the Baron. The Jobs offered to knights and n.o.bles are vastly different. By removing Isaac, who had been a thorn to his side, he could instantly propel himself to even greater t.i.tles by starting out as the Baron himself.

“The graduates of the Campus are free to choose their own jobs, but you know that the graduates of the College must work for the Empire for 10 years once they graduate right?”

“Even if Kainen is in the Personnel Office, he wouldn’t have the power to choose where a graduate of the College will be transferred to.”

“You forget that Kainen’s mother is the daughter of Count Milros.”

There are many factions within the Empire, and the Milros Family was one of the most powerful factions within the Empire. They had risen to power by using their influence to control the majority of the Personnel Office of the Empire. Most of the higher ranking individuals in the Personnel Office were either related to the Milros Family or were greatly influenced by them. That was why Kainen was working there in the first place.

Kainen and Count Milros would do whatever it takes to send Isaac into a death trap rather than a peaceful rural village.

“Isn’t that too harsh of a treatment?”

She wouldn’t have felt so bad if Isaac had any sort of talent for himself. Even she was starting to worry about Isaac’s life despite all she had been through because of him. Perhaps even those bad times have become fond memories for her.

“Even if it’s not Kainen who starts it, Isaac will never get the job in the rural village as he wanted.”

“Huh? Why? Wouldn’t it be much better if he was forgotten by everyone just like you’ve said?”

“Later. You will know even if you don’t want to. You should just try your best to convince the students and lessen their anger as best as you can.”

“Why should I?!”

“Consider it your last work as the President of the Student Council. If you include my explanation for your speech, they may complain but won’t rise up against it. They will be happy to know that Isaac will be taking over a job everyone had been avoiding.

If everyone was avoiding the job, that would mean that it is always understaffed. Being forced to transfer to such locations were considered to be an indirect way of demoting someone. The worst case being is that there was no way a College graduate can escape from such a place because of the policy they must follow.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Isaac’s graduation is a secret to the Campus.”

“You want to minimise the chaos as much as possible.”

“I wouldn’t like things to get noisy.”

“Then I’ll take my leave.”

“Wait. I will give this for you to make up for the troubles of convincing the students. You may consider it your graduation gift as well.”

“What is it?”

Corduroy took out a doc.u.ment from his broken desk and handed it to Rivelia. After skimming through the doc.u.ment, Rivelia’s eyes went wide with astonishment.

Once Rivelia left the room, one of the bookshelves on the walls slid to the side and a middle-aged man entered the room. Corduroy looked at the paper he was holding and spoke.

“Is that the last report?”

“Yes. This is the final report on Surveillance target 728 within the Campus.”

Corduroy read through the doc.u.ment expressionlessly.

Final report on Surveillance Target 728

Surveillance Level 4

After monitoring the target within the Campus, he is likely to be not a Type 3 but a Type 4 invader. If he is a Type 4, he may have great uses as a personnel or a resource. In order to confirm this conclusion, it had been decided that he must be monitored further in extreme circ.u.mstances to observe his retaliation. Also, as he is leaving the Campus, requesting to raise the Surveillance Level to 2.

“Type 4… I guess advertis.e.m.e.nts and using mascots weren’t business techniques that were going to develop so naturally so soon. I can see why they made such a decision.”

“Do you have a problem with the report?”

“No. You can go ahead with this. But only raise the Surveillance Level by one. Even if we managed to solve our manpower issue, they are still a group of recruits without a shred of experience.”

“But we must have a close observer to follow Level 3 targets.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Yes, sir.”

The middle-aged man disappeared back into the bookshelves, and Corduroy looked out the window. He could see Rivelia giving out her speech as the students gathered around her. After watching the students nod in agreement with her while any who rebelled were quickly intimidated by Rivelia’s personal charisma, he muttered to himself bitterly.

“The honour and prestige that comes with the College is something you can only enjoy if you’re alive….”

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