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Translator: Coughing Baby
Editor: Coughing Baby
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Chapter 129: I Received a Marriage Proposal.
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We'd had a conversation like that once.
It was right after the midterms, after the capture-the-flag match.
Back when Rin had come to recruit me into Class A.
“That proposal doesn't appeal to me. I'm more comfortable here.”
“Why don't you come to Class E instead, Lady Glacia?”
It had been a firm refusal.
I had no intention of going to Class A, so she should quietly back off.
At the same time, I'd said it partly as a joke.
“Really? Is that allowed?”
“Can I join Class E too?”
“It'll be difficult right now, but yes. I'll find a way.”
Whether she understood that or not, her response had been remarkably eager.
Rin left after implying that she would transfer into Class E.
Naturally, I hadn't worried too much about it.
There was no way a transfer like that could happen under normal circumstances.
‘I don't need to worry about it.’
Rin Glacia.
She was called the greatest genius of this generation.
‘A genius so overwhelming that even if you counted every grade above and below ours, she'd still stand out.’
There was no way a girl like that would be demoted to Class E.
Even if there were a way, the academy wouldn't allow it.
I'd assumed it was just another piece of nonsense unique to Rin and erased it from my mind entirely...
‘She actually did it?’
I stared at the girl before me.
Azure eyes like carved ice and mysteriously colored blue hair.
She stood proudly in the Class E lecture hall as though daring anyone to object.
“...Lady Glacia?”
“It's been a while, Class E's top student.”
Rin gave a light wave.
Not the faintest emotion showed on her face, making her look rather like a doll.
Even though I'd already heard the answer, I couldn't help asking again.
“Why are you in the Class E lecture hall, Lady Glacia?”
“I told you. Starting today, I belong to Class E too.”
“I suppose I'll need some explanation for what that means...”
“It's nothing special. I just moved from Class A to Class E.”
“No.”
That's what I was asking about.
How the hell did Class A's top student end up in Class E?
“Um... Were you demoted? From Class A to Class E?”
“Yes.”
A simple answer.
She just dropped the conclusion without any intention of offering an explanation.
It was Rin's usual way of speaking, straightforward if you were generous, frustrating if you weren't.
‘The academy actually allowed that?’
I couldn't begin to imagine what method she had used.
Fortunately, the girl explained when I asked my next question.
“What did you do to get demoted all the way from Class A to Class E?”
“I got Demerit Points. A lot of them.”
“No, how many did you get...?”
“Five hundred.”
“...What?”
Five hundred Demerit Points.
What kind of insane stack was that?
Could Demerit Points even pile up to five hundred in the first place?
“What did you receive those Demerit Points for?”
“Destroying property.”
“...”
“I broke a lot of things.”
“...”
Rin answered proudly.
I decided not to ask what she had broken or how much.
If I did, I felt like I'd start fearing the future we were about to share.
‘Even so, shouldn't five hundred Demerit Points mean immediate expulsion...?’
How was she still enrolled?
Then I remembered the girl's background and immediately understood.
‘She's only one step below royalty.’
A scion of House Glacia.
Even if her own family treated her like a mutant, she was still the daughter of a duke's house.
On top of that, Rin's talent was outstanding enough to rank among the best of all students ever admitted.
In short, she was a genius with both influence and talent.
‘To the academy, she's basically a natural disaster.’
How could they expel her?
If they recklessly kicked her out, they would lose a once-in-a-generation talent while also offending a ducal house.
Even in that troublesome situation, Rin kept smashing up the academy, so it seemed the academy had reluctantly granted her request.
‘She's a fucking thug.’
Demote me if you don't like it.
Her actions were like a bulldozer shouting exactly that.
“...”
Why had she even bothered coming down to Class E?
I asked about that too, but her answer was no different from before.
“Because you're here.”
“...”
“I came down because I wanted to be in the same class as you.”
So she said.
‘Mom.’
(Something I don't have.)
I couldn't help rubbing between my brows.
The girl who did whatever she wanted walked over, took the seat beside me, and sat down.
Despite bringing neither a pen nor a notebook, Rin shamelessly left me with just one remark.
“I'm looking forward to class.”
“...”
Her usual winter scent lingered in the lecture hall.
The other Class E students watched the situation with bated breath.
I muttered to myself.
‘Fuck.’
Even after returning from vacation, it seemed this damned academy life had no intention of settling down.
* * *
A few days passed after I returned to the academy.
Daily life was relatively quiet.
It was time for the students to start preparing for finals.
Rin, who had suddenly invaded Class E, was also going about her days without causing any trouble so far.
‘It hasn't even been a week yet, though...’
Honestly, I was afraid of what kind of aftermath might come.
Considering the butterfly effect, the upcoming finals were bound to change.
‘Please, just don't let things get complicated.’
Of course, worrying about it only left me with one thing to do: pray.
The days passed smoothly enough.
Before I knew it, the season had entered late summer.
Even while enduring the lingering heat, I was given all sorts of work to do.
“Should I organize the final exam documents in this section?”
“Yes. Separate them by category so they're easier to distinguish.”
Javert and I exchanged a few words.
For the first time in a while, I was carrying out my duties as her personal assistant.
Namely, helping with the mountain of paperwork piled on the desk.
“I'm finished sorting these. Shall I start the next category right away?”
“Please do.”
Pages turned, and pen tips scratched across paper.
We kept our hands moving busily.
Time passed without much conversation.
Javert in particular seemed like a machine.
For nearly three hours, she had worked without changing her posture once.
“...”
There wasn't a trace of disarray about her.
That made personal conversation difficult.
Of course, there was one exception.
“Mhee...”
Lua.
The tiny girl was nestled snugly in Javert's arms.
“Mom.”
“...”
Javert had Lua seated on her lap.
Since the girl kept clinging to her, Javert had simply wrapped her in her arms.
Lua seemed perfectly happy with that arrangement, beaming as she looked up at Javert.
“Hehe.”
“...”
Poke, poke.
Slender fingers pressed against Javert's cheek.
Even then, she did nothing but keep her pen moving.
“Mom.”
Had that form of address completely taken root by now?
It was an incredibly awkward thing to hear.
Javert silently processed documents while responding in short replies whenever Lua called to her.
“Mom.”
“I am not Miss Lua's mother.”
“Mom!”
“I am not.”
“Mooom.”
“I am not.”
Javert continued correcting her.
Lua paid no attention, tightly hugging Javert and rubbing her cheek against hers.
“I like you, Mom... as much as Dad.”
That alone should have been irritating, yet Javert kept moving her hand without a single reprimand.
Had she perhaps fallen for our Lua's cuteness?
As expected, my daughter was the strongest being in the universe.
I joined in and spoke up.
“Ahem. Lua seems to like you quite a lot, Professor.”
“It is troublesome. She interferes with the paperwork.”
“Would you like me to take her down?”
“It is not troublesome to that extent.”
An utterly impassive response.
If Rin was like transparent ice, this woman was like solid steel.
Hard and cold, yet a completely different kind of emotionlessness from the other girl.
“Thank you, as always.”
I set down a neatly arranged folder of documents as I spoke.
Then the green eyes that had been focused on work for so long turned toward me.
“I have not done anything deserving thanks.”
“It seems you treat Lua kindly.”
“I am only fulfilling the most basic duty.”
“Well... Beyond that, Investigator, you've always helped me. I always think I made the right choice in becoming your personal assistant.”
“Was becoming my personal assistant not a transaction? I had something I wanted from Student Viktor, and Student Viktor had something he wanted from me. It is only a relationship of mutual interest born from that. Do not read too much into it.”
“Even so, I'm the one receiving all sorts of benefits.”
Her answer was remarkably stiff.
Unbothered, I smiled.
“If there's ever anything I can help you with, please tell me, Investigator. I'm your personal assistant, after all. I'd like you to use me freely.”
“Help...”
Javert seemed to consider my words for a moment.
That was quite unexpected.
I'd thought she would simply say it was unnecessary and move on.
Seeing her sink into thought like this, perhaps there really was something she wanted to ask of me.
“Hmm.”
A short silence.
Having apparently finished considering it, Javert opened her mouth.
“Then there is one favor I would like to ask.”
“Please, feel free to ask.”
The scratching pen tip came to a stop.
Green eyes like summer foliage.
Within them, only a masked boy was reflected.
Her red hair draped to the side like rose petals blooming at the end of a stem.
“Student Viktor.”
A beauty with sharp features.
She casually threw a single sentence at me.
“Would you be my husband?”
“...Huh?”
And then,
The favor she asked of me was beyond anything I could have imagined.
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