The Vampire Is an Academy Honor Student

Chapter 035. to empire (2)

Chris, the theology professor who asked for the instructor’s understanding and entered the training ground, looked around and asked.

“Are there any Roan cadets here?”

“… … ??”

The eyes of the instructors and cadets were focused on me for a moment.

Dante, who was next to him, asked in a whisper.

“Do you also listen to theology?”

“uh.”

Originally, I didn’t take it, but after the last audition, I became interested in it, so I’m taking it as an elective.

I put down the protective gear I was organizing and stood up.

“That’s me. professor.”

“Ah, cadet.”

The professor recognized my face.

“That’s the cadet I asked the question back then.”

It seems that the question of whether there are cases in which divine power does not work when it is not a demon left a deep impression on him.

He put his hand on his chin and pondered for a moment before he spoke.

“Do you have a minute?”

* * *

Although the departments were different, the professor said so politely that the cadet couldn’t refuse.

Since the business was over soon anyway, I decided to visit for a while.

Tok.

“Please eat.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Professor Chris, who served the tea, rummaged through the office desk drawer and brought a thick wad of paper.

‘Isn’t that the answer?’

When I sneakily checked it, it was the answer sheet for the theology test I had taken a few days ago.

He picked out mine.

“This answer. Was it written by a cadet?”

“yes?”

I frowned, wanting to suspect cheating this time, but the professor wasn’t particularly suspicious of me.

‘So what?’

Did I write something I couldn’t write?

Theology is very sensitive to a single word or accent, so you never know.

“What I wrote is correct. Are there any problems?”

“… … .”

“I may have made a mistake because I didn’t study deeply.”

The professor shook his head, saying it wasn’t like that.

“You mentioned an oracle.”

“yes.”

“Do you believe in the existence of an oracle?”

Believe.

I have no choice but to believe it because I received help from the church several times in that way while playing the game.

At my answer, the professor nodded with a satisfied expression.

“It’s good. I decided.”

“… Excuse me, can you really tell me what you mean?”

“Do you know of a tournament to be held in the Empire in a week?”

It was an answer that was hard to find a relationship with the question, but I was able to infer what the professor was trying to say through the timing.

It was already halfway through the semester.

‘That’s right.’

A competition held once a year in the Empire for national academy cadets from each country.

It is a very prestigious event held annually for friendship and development between countries.

‘Ian has been there, and Uriel will be going this time too.’

She will participate in the King of Knights, which is the most interesting among many events.

Because she was good enough for that.

But you wouldn’t have a relationship with me?

Candidates are determined based on cumulative grades, so there is no limit to my grades.

“I know, but… .”

“Then it should be quick.”

The professor smiled and said.

And that was something I never expected.

“I would like to take you to this theological conference.”

“… ?”

“You were the only one with a perfect score.”

I was speechless.

He came to his senses and asked cautiously.

“But Professor. I’m not a theology cadet, but… ?”

“It doesn’t matter. There is no problem with the regulations, and this is within my authority anyway.”

They said they would take me because I got better grades than the theology students.

‘… What is this?’

It was so out of the blue that I thought it was a new type of bullying for a moment.

But on reflection, it’s not a bad proposition to me.

It was a time-consuming schedule, but the opportunity to visit the empire as a cadet was rare.

In addition, the Sword Saint John, who doesn’t usually reveal himself in the King of Knights, is coming.

‘… hmm.’

But even if there is no problem with the regulations, can other people really understand this?

“it’s okay. It’s not that you disbelieve in God.”

“… Ah, so the oracle.”

After belatedly realizing the meaning of the first question, he nodded.

Because no one who doesn’t believe in God will ever mention an oracle.

“… … .”

“Do I need time to think about it?”

The professor asked with a soft expression.

I thought for a moment and then answered.

“I will participate.”

* * *

“Then let’s go.”

“is it so.”

In the quiet office after Roan left, Professor Chris was deep in thought as he arranged the tea cups.

He is a professor at the National Academy and a high priest of the Order.

Because of his high position, he hears the events that happened in the church, even the secrets that are not disclosed to the outside world.

“Whoa.”

Recalling what happened a few days ago, Chris took a deep breath and leaned back against the backrest.

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“It’s an oracle.”

The day after Her Highness’s birthday, one of the church’s low-ranking priests received an oracle.

It is the first trust in 500 years.

Naturally, the church was upset.

It was a long time ago as the foundation of the world weakened after the connection with the demon world, but it was because oracles usually gave fortunes to heroic figures.

Besides, isn’t this the age of war?

The weight of being a hero is inevitably felt differently.

Since ancient times, they used to show influence enough to change the game of war alone.

Contrary to expectations, however, the contents of the trust were somewhat difficult to understand.

[Do not be afraid of the night.]

That one word was over.

Although trust is usually implied, this one was unusually short.

Numerous priests put their heads together to interpret the meaning of the passage, but could not even get a feel for it.

So, the church decided to keep quiet about this fact until some degree of understanding was completed.

‘It’s the right choice.’

He also agreed to this.

There is nothing wrong with being careful because the influence of an oracle handed down in 500 years will never be small.

However, there was a problem with the priest who personally received the oracle.

Until she returned to the Order, she had been working as a handmaid for the Roan cadets.

‘if?’

Wouldn’t there be a reason why the oracle went down to a low-level priest?

That was the reason why he took Roan by using the professor’s authority, which he didn’t normally use.

to keep an eye on.

Don’t you know there

‘Did I say miraculous resilience?’

This is the word that comes up every time someone asks about a Roan cadet.

It is said that he showed an amazing speed of recovery.

What if this was really a miraculous manifestation rather than a figurative expression?

then… .

“… No, did this go too far?”

Chris smiled and shook his head.

But still, the hope for the possibility remained.

‘Because it’s Karziel.’

Since he is the son of a warrior called the shield of the kingdom, there is nothing strange about him having a heroic aspect.

“I hope so.”

With a light smile on his lips, he wrote a letter to the church.

* * *

“There has been no letter for several days.”

After returning to the dormitory, I muttered to myself at the sight of the empty mailbox.

It’s already been a week since I last sent a letter to Amy, but I haven’t gotten a reply since then.

Usually, the answer came right away, so I was puzzled.

“What’s going on?”

Maybe he’s still busy with various things because he’s still in a low position.

Because that’s when I have the most work.

“I can’t help it.”

I was thinking of asking Noah to stay with me while I was on my way back from Empire, but it turned out to be a pity.

When I explained the circumstances of the dormitory being empty for the time being, Noah didn’t react much.

-I can be alone.

“okay.”

As he said, leaving him alone is a bit unsettling, but I think it’s okay since it’s about 10 days at the most.

‘But in case you don’t know… .’

When something difficult to decide by oneself happens, he told me to go to my parents’ house after taking only the crystal plants.

My preparations are complete with this.

* * *

“Then is Roan also participating?”

Uriel, whom I met the next day at lunchtime, asked.

Looking at him with a mixture of admiration and surprise, I replied with an ambiguous expression.

“Um, well, that’s it.”

“Obviously, I thought the roster was full, but it seems that changed later.”

“No, isn’t it? Because I’m participating as the representative of the theology department.”

“okay.”

Uriel nodded.

Then, realizing that something was wrong, he blinked his eyes.

“… yes?”

“You heard that right. He said I was going to be the representative of the theology department.”

“Why?”

“I’m number one.”

He seemed puzzled as to whether this explanation was insufficient, but when he said that it was the theology professor’s judgment, he nodded with a sullen expression.

“Anyway, that’s fine.”

Of course, the most interesting thing is the King of Knights fight among the representatives of the Knight Faculty.

However, since the scale itself is a large event, there is not a little interest in other cadets.

It is not a bad experience even if the participation itself is meaningful because it is full of people who will face each other no matter where they advance later, such as politics, academia, and the military.

“But are you okay?”

“?”

“Won’t the family hate it?”

Yuriel’s family doesn’t want her to become a knight.

In such a situation, the more her appearance as a knight stands out, the more the value of an arranged marriage will decrease.

Of course you would hate it.

Uriel let out a sigh as if his prediction was correct, and answered with a slight glance down.

“I hate it.”

“… … .”

“I still see myself as a child in their eyes.”

After that, she closed her mouth.

The atmosphere felt in the middle of the day, I could tell that the goal was quite deep.

Still, the family bond remains in contrast to Roan’s case.

‘It’s not good.’

In fact, even in the original game, the conflict between her and the family was not resolved.

It’s just that her influence grew so enormously that the family couldn’t even take out a shout.

‘It can’t be like this.’

If it was a game, I wouldn’t have cared about the process anyway if the results were good, but now it’s a reality.

Even a small thing can turn into a big incident later, so it seems better to solve that problem in some way later.

Still, there was nothing I could do right away, so I offered words of comfort.

“I’ll quit by the time I graduate.”

“I hope so.”

Uriel changed the topic, perhaps to arouse the subdued atmosphere.

“Oh, did you hear the news?”

No, looking at how excited I am compared to usual, I don’t think it’s just to evoke the atmosphere.

According to her, there were guests that you wouldn’t normally see in this King of Knights match.

‘Are you talking about the Sword Saint?’

He was known to be the strongest among the knights at the moment, so I thought it was not strange that Yuriel would react like that.

What Yuriel said was not the Sword Saint. Originally, they could only be seen in the middle of the game.

“It seems that the Seven Swords of Elvenheim came as a guest this time.”

Seven swords, who are closest to Mercedes, have visited the Empire.

* * *

A realm of Orcs near the Imperial Territory.

A slim Dark Elf stepped into a place where even demon beasts dare not set foot.

“… … !”

chuck!

The orc, who was standing guard against the elf who was striding forward, aimed his spear.

The elf lowered his red eyes and looked at the spear aimed at his neck.

“Stay… .”

Chow!

Before the orc could even open his mouth, his limbs were cut into hundreds of pieces.

Ymir narrowed his eyes at the smell of the orc’s hot blood.

“… … !”

“Keeek!”

At the death of his fellow tribesmen, the orcs around him rushed with spears and knives.

“… Anyway, it seems like a disgusting race.”

Cuckoo coo!!

Ymir radiated intense momentum toward the orcs.

The typified momentum spread to all directions and took over the space.

Although they were Orcs, called the battle race, they stiffened stiffly in front of an overwhelmingly strong opponent.

The least healthy orc among them stuttered and opened his mouth.

“Are you, by any chance, the corps commander?”

“… Whoa.”

If the plan had worked, there would have been no need to open their hands to the orcs.

But now there was no other way.

He said to the orcs who were looking at him with fearful eyes.

“I came to see the corps commander, Balak.”