Abandoned by my Childhood Friend, I Became a War Hero

3 – The Road to the Islands

Fillion Academy has such a long history that you can trace back to the time of the establishment of the empire.

Even the name Fillion was named after the founding emperor of the empire, so it is difficult to find an educational institution of this scale even if you search the entire continent as well as the empire for its history and level of education.

Of course, the position of president of Fillion Academy is not something anyone can afford. Heinkel was proud of the position he held.

It has been 30 years since I set my heart on education. It has been 10 years since he held the undeserved position of president. Even he, who was proud to say that he had gone through a lot of things before he reached this position, had no choice but to rot the contents of the document he was reading.

This year’s roster of new students at Fillion Academy.

Third Princess of the Empire, Elisabeth von Galatea.

Marian von Karlstein, granddaughter of the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army.

The descendant of the Sword Saint, Gwynn Triss.

The mage’s youngest disciple, Oznia Hebring.

The eldest son of the Chancellor of the Empire, Schurz von Valier.

There were so many names that gave me a headache just looking at them. However, if the only incoming students were imperial citizens, Heinkel, an experienced educator, would not have had such a headache. The problem was the name that immediately followed.

The 1st Prince of Al-Kamil Kingdom, Saladin Al-Kamil.

The descendant of the Great Warrior of the Plains, Batar Kun.

Titania el Elendrin, the elven princess of the Great Forest.

A pagan, a foreign race, or even a heterogeneous race? I couldn’t even imagine what kind of problems would arise if such a number of people gathered in one place. Rather, it was a problem because there were too many problems that came to mind.

Sending the heirs of other countries and foreign peoples to the Empire was a very complex and sensitive matter that could easily be seen as holding them hostage.

The last war made the empire an overwhelming superpower, and if it weren’t for the peaceful mood that flowed throughout the continent, there would be no such thing as such important people entering the academy all at once.

Internationally, there were many people who rejoiced that talented people who would lead the continent in one place to share friendships and build friendships for the sake of peace on the continent in the future. Was

In Heinkel’s eyes, this paper was nothing but a list of ticking time bombs that could explode at any moment.

“How can I do this…? .”

Since admission was already decided, I couldn’t turn back now. No matter how much I looked at it, there was no way the contents of the paper would change, so just as I was sighing in place, brushing my white beard, a bird flew into the room through the open window of the president’s office and dropped a letter on the desk.

It was an artificial spirit, ‘Zegler’, often used as a telegram throughout the empire. It was very familiar with all black feathers and a red feather protruding from its forehead. As expected, when I checked the letter Zeegler had brought, it was from an old friend of President Heinkel.

Even now, education is buried, but when Heinkel was young, there was a time when he went to the battlefield as a battle mage.

The name of a comrade who jumped into the battlefield bravely with overflowing blood and overcame the danger of death together was Karlvad von Karlstein. He was the Karlstein Youngsik at the time and the current Marquis of Karlstein.

The roads diverged between the military and the academy due to different opinions, but the disgusting relationship continues even after decades have passed. For this reason, it was not uncommon for letters to come from former comrades. This time, I wondered if he wanted to send a greeting to his granddaughter, whom he cherished dearly, as he entered the school.

Heinkel clicked his tongue and opened his letter to read what other granddaughter boasts he might have written down. However, the letter was not what Heinkel expected.

“Hmm?”

In the letter, there was a soldier’s personal information and documents about a change in position. At first glance, it was nothing special, but the moment Heinkel checked the name written on the document, Heinkel’s gloomy presbyopia flashed.

“Oh, no… ion? Ion Graham?!”

Those six letters were a name that anyone in power in the empire could not know. One who is more famous for his creepy nickname than his real name. Because he was the name of one of the 7 heroes of the continent who were revered by the whole nation after the war.

His eyes widened at the unexpected name, and Heinkel jumped up from his seat. He gets up and looks, turns over, turns around and looks… If I wanted my name to change just a moment ago, I earnestly hoped that my name wouldn’t change this time.

As Heinkel wished, no matter how much he looked at it, the contents of the paper did not change. Thanks to this, the Marquis Karlstein’s letter about a trivial request stuck between documents was completely out of Heinkel’s eyes.

“No, this old lady has finally become senile… Sending such a cheap guy here? Why?”

I didn’t know Marquis Karlstein’s intentions, but it was unexpected good news for Heinkel. I was about to drastically expand the number of professors and guards because of the troublesome roster of freshmen, but such talented people rolled into the academy on their own!

I’m sorry to my former comrade, but since I let go once, I had no intention of returning it. Ion Graham, the name of the 7 Continental Hero, was a talent that had to be carried to the end somehow.

Then a groundbreaking idea popped into my head about what to do with the troublesome roster of freshmen.

When I was worried about how to deal with it, one way was to put it in one place.

***

Island Sangria.

The capital of an empire with a long history with a population of 1 million. It is the largest city in the Galatea Empire, divided into 25 autonomous districts, with each district having the size of a moderately small city.

Most of the roads and buildings are covered with pure white marble, showing the majesty of the city during the day, and at night, the magic lights throughout the city give off a bright light, showing the splendor of the city. Sangria, the “City of Light,” Was nicknamed because the light never goes out.

… The coachman was talking all the way, so I couldn’t help but know.

“Well, we are almost there! See there? The city in front of you is Jedo Sangria!”

The coachman, who was exceptionally kind and talkative to the customer, pointed his finger at the city in the distance and said. I checked the scenery outside, gently removing the military hat that was tucked into my head.

Indeed, the name of the island is not a lie, but even though it is quite far away, the white marble wall is clearly visible from here. At the majestic scenery, the farmer couple, the bundle merchant, and the mercenary on the road who rode together in the wagon all exclaimed in exclamation.

I took my eyes off it while silently appreciating the approaching system. Then the coachman who drove the wagon spoke succinctly.

“The customer seems to be new to drafting.”

I shook his head as I pushed my cap down.

“No. This is my first time.”

“Oh, is that so? People who see the system for the first time all react like that, so I thought they had been there often.”

The coachman was pointing towards the other passengers of the wagon. They were full of dreams, looking at the walls of the splendid system.

If you enter the system, you will find a new business partner, you will find a good request and earn a lot of money….

They were dressed in old, ragged clothes and were sharing hopeful stories with each other, as if everything would be solved once they entered the system.

“Sangria Dream.”

The coachman murmured so softly that only I could hear.

“Sangria Dream?”

“After the war, the vast by-products of the war on the Demon Continent were brought to the Empire. After that, people like that won’t stop. People who think of the islands as a land of opportunity… I’m not saying anything wrong The problem is that the opportunity is not equal for everyone.”

The coachman’s voice sounded somewhat blunt when he said that. It was an attitude that was in contrast to the friendly appearance that had been informing about the capital in a bright voice a while ago.

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“Why did the guest come to Jedo Island? He looks like a soldier… Has he come to see his family after a long time?”

I didn’t answer the coachman’s question, but folded his arms and bowed his head. Not only was it annoying to answer personal questions, but the sun was warm and the air was cool today, so it was the perfect weather for a nap.

“What a reticent guest.”

There was no answer, so the coachman clicked his tongue and turned off his nerves. It was fortunate for me. It was because it was annoying to be talked to by strangers, and thanks to the coachman, old memories that had been forgotten for a long time came to mind.

When I asked if I was here to see my family, I suddenly remembered someone’s face. The image of a girl who broke her childhood promise and left me in search of her dream.

Pure white skin that is hard to find in rural villages. Intricate facial features. Shiny golden hair. I’ve never seen the sea, but my eyes are so blue that I wonder if it’s this color. Sometimes he looks bored, but when he sees me, he smiles brightly.

In the past, when I thought of that face, her heart hurt as if it would be crushed.

I didn’t mind thinking of Ella anymore.