𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟐: 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬
I return to the dormitory in high spirits.
As I walk down the hallway, the dining hall bell rings.
The dormitory students are coming out in droves, should I go back to my room first? Or head straight to the dining hall?
Either way, I’ll have to wait for my turn with the wooden tags.
I’ll probably make it in time even if I go back to my room first.
I enter my room.
It’s empty, well, the maids are at work.
Let’s have a little reflection meeting.
There was a librarian NPC, but she was as erotic as the game.
The impression is quite different between 2D illustrations and actual humans.
It was like watching a live-action drama based on a manga.
Could it be that mob characters have already appeared until now?
I just didn’t notice.
At least, there’s no doubt about the magic department class.
It’s safe to assume they appeared in the game.
I leave the room.
At the entrance of the dining hall, only a few people are standing.
Good, it’s a good timing.
I flip the last wooden tag and sit at the end.
The birthday seat’s Sideburn Roll Bread cheerfully states.
“Everyone’s here, right? Let’s start.”
The maids serve the food quickly.
Yes, our maids also behave as well as the other maids.
Everyone is nervous as they receive the main dish served by the loli maid.
The last main dish comes in front of me.
Yes, there’s sauce on the fish fry, today it’s not bread but butter rice or saffron rice. The grains of rice are long.
The salad dressing is milky white. Also, there’s pumpkin potage soup. There’s pudding on a small plate.
“Everyone’s got their food, right? Let’s give thanks to the goddess of abundance, Diana.”
Sideburn Roll Bread takes the lead and everyone offers a prayer.
I don’t burst out laughing the second time.
I start eating, cutting the fish with a fork and knife.
It’s a white fish with oil on it.
What is it? Silver cod? Hake? There’s no sea in the kingdom, so it might be a black bass?
I take a bite.
Yes, there’s no fishy smell.
The batter is crispy.
The sauce is sweet and spicy with pepper and vinegar. There’s a slight citrus scent, so they might have used lemon instead of vinegar.
The rice is fluffy and has no stickiness, it tastes like herbs and butter.
The salad was different from yesterday, yesterday there were bell peppers or paprika, but today the leaves are the main ingredient and the dressing tastes like French dressing, there are finely chopped onions in it.
The pumpkin potage soup is not sweet, what is it? It’s a taste that lacks something.
I finish with pudding.
There was no caramel, but there was honey on top.
Yes, it’s sweet.
The pudding itself is not sweet, but the sticky sweetness of the honey is just right.
🔹𝔸𝕨e𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣i𝕖𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞 ― 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔o𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 “𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤🔹
When the meal is over and everyone disperses, they all seem to be heading to the lounge.
I’ll head to my room.
At the exit of the dining hall, my classmate from the magic department and the guy with the stylish bangs block the way. I can tell by the presence that there are people standing behind me.
Tsk, three in front and two behind.
If they all attack at once, I’m done for.
I lower my hips and reach for the large knife on my back.
“Hey, hey!! Wait a minute!! Why are you so dangerous?!”
Pretentious-kun is quite flustered.
“Don’t stand behind me.”
I say the famous line of the deadliest killer with a karate chop.
The two behind me jump sideways and run away.
“What do you want?”
“Well, you know, we’re in the same class, so let’s deepen our friendship.”
“W, We’ve prepared a little hair tonic.”
The guy with the stylish bangs and the guy with the black two-block hair answer nervously.
The guy with the bangs lowers his voice.
“You know, it’s forbidden to drink alcohol in the dormitory, so we’re calling it hair tonic.”
“It’ll be a hassle if Sideburn Roll Bread finds out, right?”
“burn. . .”
The five of them laugh, holding their stomachs.
There are only maids cleaning up in the dining hall.
They’re looking at me with curious eyes.
“You say some funny things, Otto・von・Haedecker-kun. How about it? We’ve prepared a private room in the salon, why don’t we have a drink together?”
“I understand, let’s go.”
The spacious salon is surrounded by chairs around a round table.
In the back, three servants are playing music.
In the old days, even BGM was human-powered. . .
Further back, there’s a private room.
The guy with the black buzz cut explains.
“This place is a bit soundproof, so as long as you don’t make a fuss, it won’t be heard outside. But, it’s forbidden to use it with the opposite sex.”
There’s also a small bar counter.
It’s probably big enough for a party with a few people.
Was there something like this in the game?
Ah, the protagonist wasn’t in a noble’s dormitory.
“Actually, we can call a waiter or a bar master, but not today. And this is the hair tonic!!”
He really takes out a bottle of hair tonic and puts it on the table.
Everyone raises a moan of admiration.
“Don’t worry, it’s bourbon inside.”
They seem to be starving for alcohol, but they drank wine on the first day, right?
“Wine is served in the dormitory, right?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, that kind of thin alcohol that has flown off is just like juice.”
The show-off guy who swings his index finger in front of his mouth, what a annoying face he has.
So, these guys want to drink?
I take out a bottle of liquor that I stole from home from my magic storage.
Everyone’s attention is drawn by the sound of the bottle hitting the table.
“Bu! Isn’t that a bottle of Glen Grand 25 years old!!”
“Yeah, I stole it from the liquor cellar at home.”
It’s the source of the old man’s poison fog.
There were a lot of them, so one bottle should be fine.
Moreover, I brought two bottles.
“Amazing!! I’ve only ever drunk the 12-year-old!!”
Five people, clinging to the bottle of liquor with their eyes sparkling like angels have descended, their faces are unnecessarily good-looking, it’s like a scene from a painting.
Are these guys really nobles?
“Al, alright, let’s, let’s put away the hair tonic this time.”
Nobles don’t panic. Don’t panic.
“Do you want it on the rocks? We don’t have ice.”
This guy was standing behind, the blond guy.
“Damn!! Why don’t we have ice!! (Reverse anger).”
This guy was also behind, the tall blond with long hair.
“Eh, half at room temperature? That’s not good.”
This guy was in front. . . the black-haired shorty. He looks quite young. Is he younger than me?
These guys are a handful.
I pour water into a shot glass and freeze it. Is about -20 degrees good?
I drop it into a rocks glass.
The dry sound echoes in the private room.
“Eh! You can make ice?”
The surprised black-haired shorty.
I pour water into the shot glass.
“Line up with your glasses.”
The obedient sons of nobles.
They’re like dogs wagging their tails.
Everyone has ice and glasses.
The cork is pulled.
The sound of the cork popping echoes in the silent salon, and the first glass is poured.
The pulsating bottle of liquor spreads a rich aroma.
Everyone is so absorbed in looking at their glasses that they forget to breathe.
When the last glass is poured.
The aroma rising from my own glass and.
The men (minors) silently observing the universe inside the amber-colored glass.
“Er, then, I, Alex, as the initiator, will lead the toast. Congratulations on your admission, Otto・von・Haedecker-kun!”
So, the show-off with the bangs is called Alex.
Everyone is lost in the taste of the liquor.
“Then, let me introduce myself. I’m Otto・von・Haedecker, the third son of Duke Haedecker. I’m 15 years old (counting).”
“I’m Alex, the fourth son of Duke Wynyard, 18.” (The show-off with the bangs)
What, he’s older than me?
“Ah, I should mention beforehand, I’m a child of a concubine.”
“I’m Marco, the fourth son of Viscount Fenderick, 17. This is my younger brother.”
“Younger brother Feruppo. 14. The sixth son.”
The black-haired two-block and the black-haired shorty, they’re brothers after all. They look alike.
“The sixth son? What happened to the middle one?”
“He died of an epidemic.”
The two-block spits out bitterly.
“Then, I’m Carl, the eldest son of Baron Burgel. 17 years old. And this is my cousin and milk brother.”
“John, the second son of Volde, a quasi-Baron. 17 years old.”
The handsome blond is Carl, and the tall guy with long hair seems to be John.
“Ho? The one with the silver spoon?”
“Stop it. This is the third generation and the end of the line. If I don’t work hard, all my relatives will die in the wild.”
Carl shakes his head and looks down.
“Where is Carl’s territory?”
Carl mutters with his face down.
“The southern border area. . .”
That’s supposed to be the main battlefield in the middle of the game.
“Next to the empire?”
“Yeah, my grandfather earned his barony by defending it, but it’s a pretty dangerous place. It’s not a problem now because the empire has calmed down, but if I don’t make a name for myself while the old man is alive, my territory will become someone else’s reward.”
“If that happens, you’ll be a refugee. At best, you’ll die an honorable death in battle, haha.”
The tall guy, laughs.
What’s with this group of guys with no dreams?
Alex, the show-off with the bangs, smiles bitterly.
“Well, that’s why we’re the Misoccus Alliance.”
𝐓𝐋-𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚: (ミソッカス同盟) 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬
“So, you invited me?”
“Yeah, I thought you were qualified. Also, when we gather for this alliance, we basically call each other by our first names.”
Carl says in a voice of despair.
“Yeah, I had magical aptitude and carried the hopes of my family, struggled to get admitted, but today’s exam was the worst!!”
“This guy, when he drinks, he’s always like this. . . Carl, my next exam is also the worst. Let’s do our best.”
John, the tall guy, laughs while patting his cousin’s shoulder.
“Otto has it good, huh~. His magic is one-shot, he has beautiful women serving him, and he has good liquor.”
Says the short, black-haired Feruppo.
“Ah, those slaves are my personal assets, not the house’s.”
Exclaims the surprised black-haired, two-block-haired Marco. His glass is empty.
“You managed to buy such an expensive one. You really do have a good hand.”
I pour into Marco’s glass.
“No, I cleaned her up. She was in a terrible state at first.”
“Heh, but you’ve trained her well. There’s no woman with such manners even in the palace.”
I sigh and choose my words carefully.
“It’s not like I trained them all. Before they became slaves, they were both Ojou-sans from decent families. Of course, not in this country.”
“Eh? Amazing!! They’re a real find.”
The tall John is overjoyed.
“Ah, yes, that’s right. If you guys lose the war, your sisters and cousins will be ravaged by enemy soldiers and become a real find too.”
Carl and John sink into the depths of despair.
Everyone is silently looking at their glasses.
“Women, children can’t decide their own circumstances. Most slaves are like that. They are probably war slaves, I bought them by chance, but it’s not a world where women and children without a backer can live.”
“Um, so that means. . .”
Alex becomes flustered.
“That’s right. That slave girl is the future of our family, or a subject we must protect.”
Two-block-haired Marco starts to get nervous.
“What should I do? I treated her harshly.”
“I’m not saying you should treat her like a treasure. But I’m not saying you should treat her like a sandbag either. Just treat her like a human being.”
Carl suddenly stands up.
“Damn it!! I won’t let my sisters be at the mercy of the empire!!”
“That’s right!! I’ll turn the imperial soldiers into dust with my magic!!”
John also raises his fist.
“That’s right, hang in there.”
I empty my glass.
The short, black-haired Feruppo speaks with great reverence.
“Um, Otto・von・Haedecker-sama. What kind of magic was it today?”
Hey, what happened to the rules!!
“Ah, I want to know that too. I’ve been targeted so many times, it’s really scary.”
Carl glares at me with his eyes fixed.
“Ah, if I could use that magic, the imperial army would be dust.”
I messed up.
“The light magic that always comes out of both hands, the magic that shines above the head, the magic that makes a crackling sound with both hands. . . The magic that turned Great Davis into dust.”
The short, black-haired Feruppo is counting on his fingers.
“The name of the rock you destroyed at the end of the exam. A rock made by the legendary teacher Davis with magic.”
The black-haired, two-block-haired Marco explains.
“That was just a wind cutter, wasn’t it?”
“””No, no, no, no~.”””
Everyone denies it.
“Wind Cutter doesn’t have that much power.”
“It’s impossible to destroy a wall protected by a magic barrier.”
“Didn’t it melt the rock?”
“The bricks were also melting.”
“It was a great wind.”
“Hey, hey, don’t mix everything up? Hmm, this is a problem. . .”
I’m getting confused.
“Hey, hey, is it a secret at this point?”
The overly familiar Alex. He’s quite drunk.
“Save me from expulsion~.”
The living corpse, Carl.
“”Give me the power to protect my family!!””
The corpse John also joins in and they sing in harmony.
They’re harmonizing unnecessarily.
“Understood. I’ll teach you. Come to the library after school.”
Marco gives a thumbs up and answers with an unnecessarily good smile. His white teeth are shining.
“Sir! Yes, sir!!”
Feruppo answers with a ridiculous salute.
“Eh? You guys too?”
Alex speaks with a determined look as he brushes up his bangs.
“Otto, we’re best friends, right. . .”
Damn it!! These drunkards!!