Chapter 267

267. Congress (1)

#267

“There are too many of them.”

The sky around noon was clear. Ronan, who was looking around the plaza, narrowed his brows. When he and the other members arrived, Phileon’s plaza was already full of students. The students who were suddenly summoned were buzzing.

“Huhmm...what the hell is this?”

“Hick...! I can’t breathe... Marya...”

Marya yawned and muttered as she hugged Asher. The consciousness of the members who were not sober was still halfway in a dream.

They barely washed their faces and were called out by Ronan. Schlieffen brushed his bangs and sighed.

“...to be rude like drinking too much. Shame on you.”

“Huh, the little duke of Grancia is also very tainted by the secular world. Losing your dignity is something we couldn’t even dream of in Akalucia.”

“Eri. Why is your hair tied back?”

“omg...!”

It was in the midst of their chatter. Whoops! Suddenly, the space in front of the podium was overturned, and an old man with a long beard walked out. It was Krava Kratir, the principal of Phileon Academy.

Seeing him again after almost a month, he had a longer beard. I could see dark shadows around my eyes, probably because I hadn’t slept the night before. Kratyr opened his mouth.

“Nice to meet you, everyone. It was a sudden call, but I am grateful for gathering like this. I have something very important to tell you, so could you please be quiet?”

right! When Kratyr snapped his fingers, a ripple of mana spread around him. At the same time as the attention of the students was focused, the plaza became quiet. Kratir paused for a moment before continuing.

“From today, Phileon Academy will be closed indefinitely. Students who wish to be supported and protected by the academy may remain, but if possible, please return to your home and be on your guard.”

“what?”

Ronan’s eyes widened. Adeshan and members next to him showed similar reactions. It was very embarrassing news that Phileon, which had been operating normally even when the system was wrapped in winter for a year due to the witch of winter, was suddenly closed.

I wanted to be joking, but Kratir’s expression was more serious than usual. The silent students began to hum again. One of the seniors raised his hand and asked a question.

“May I ask why?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s hard to give you an answer this time. However, I would appreciate it if you would understand that this is the conclusion that the principal and faculty have come to after in-depth discussions for you. The manager of each dormitory will inform you of the details, so please keep that in mind.”

After that, several more questions were asked, but the only reply was that they could not give detailed information due to circumstances. Kratir turned his back, leaving behind the words that Phileon would be responsible for the tuition fees and the classes he missed.

“Now, let’s start the homecoming formalities. Students, please move according to the instructions of the guide!”

As soon as Kratyr left, guides appeared from all over the plaza. They led the confused students to their respective areas. Asher stuttered, unable to accept the situation properly.

“What is it? School closure?”

“This is unusual...”

Marja’s eyes narrowed. A look of bewilderment was evident on the faces of the other members. They were in the midst of drifting here and there, being hit by crowds. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in Ronan’s head.

[Ronan-kun. I’m sorry, but could you come to the principal’s office right now?]

“Kratir?”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. It was the unmistakable voice of Kratyr. Almost at the same time, Asher and Adeshan, standing on either side of him, flinched in surprise. Asher, who was looking around like a meerkat, turned to Ronan and asked.

“Ro Ronan...you too?”

“ok. heard.”

“I heard it too.”

Adeshan also sighed. At that moment, Schlieffen, who had been still, started walking toward the principal’s office. Ronan asked.

“You too?”

Schlieffen nodded silently. Judging from the fact that he was holding his head with one hand, he still had a hangover. All four of them heard Kratyr’s call.

“It looks like they’re up to something.”

Ronan, who looked at them alternately, twiddled his chin. All of them were people who made a revolutionary contribution against Nebula Klagie.

The fatigue accumulated in Adren was still there, but there was no other choice. I had a feeling that something big was about to happen. He patted Asher and Adeshan on the back and said.

“good. Let’s go.”

****

The four of them moved towards the principal’s office. Contrary to expectations, it did not take long to get out of the plaza. Phileon’s students made a way for them, avoiding them who are now celebrities.

When I sat in the chair, I finally saw the magic circle engraved on the walls and ceiling of the meeting room. The tight design was all for security. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang from the other side.

“Hello... Ronan...”

“Huh? Ophelia?”

Ronan, who was looking up at the ceiling, hurriedly lowered his gaze. A familiar girl was sitting in the seat across from me and looking at me. The silver hair and red eyes were still beautiful.

“Are you here too?”

“Yeah... Originally, the night clan doesn’t step on the land of the empire, but it’s just a case...”

Around Ophelia, pale-skinned handsome men and women were sitting in a row. It wasn’t too hard to figure out that they were all vampires. Suddenly, the man sitting to her left giggled at Ronan.

“Your complexion has improved. Snack. It looks like you’ve been eating well.”

“Balzac.”

Ronan’s eyes widened. This was the first thing I had seen in a really long time. The vampire who lost his left eye had lost a bet with Ronan for the essence of the blood in the past.

“Why are you here?”

“It’s just following the will of the clan. As lovely Ophelia said, it’s not normal.”

“Huh... Come to think of it, are you okay now?”

Ronan, who was reflecting on the events of the time, looked at Ophelia and Balzac alternately. Compared to then, the sense of distance had narrowed considerably.

Balzac, who murdered Ophelia’s sister, couldn’t come within five steps of her, despite his fervent admiration for her. The face of Ophelia, who hated seeing insects, is still clear, but have they reconciled? she nodded slowly.

“Yeah...the misunderstanding was cleared up a while ago.”

“misunderstanding?”

“I knew it wasn’t exactly Balzac who was to be hated... It was the fanatics’ fault that my sister went mad.”

Ophelia’s voice fell. A mortal-thinning death was about to spill over her shoulder. Suddenly, the man sitting to her right raised his hand as if to restrain her.

“Do that. Ophelia.”

“...yes.”

Life subsided. Ophelia bit her lower lip once and closed her eyes. To be able to give orders to that princess seemed like a person with a fairly high status. The unknown man turned to Ronan and smiled sadly.

“Isran von Warsaw. I’ve heard a lot about it, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it.”

“Warsaw? You can’t...”

The man’s last name was the same as Balzac. Ronan, who was shaking hands, paused for a moment.

Inside his black tailcoat, an inexhaustible force pulsated. It seemed that even if Ophelia and Balzac’s mana were multiplied, it would not reach this level. If this is enough, I’ll fight Orsay. Ronan, instinctively aware of his true identity, twisted his lips.

“...The Grand Duke of Shadow?”

“Oh do you know me?”

A man named Isran laughed, exposing his fangs. I wondered, but it was the same. He was the Grand Duke of Shadow, the lord of vampires who ruled the world of night, which he had heard countless times about from Ophelia and Balzac.

“Please, please. The hero who saved the dragon city.”

“...me too.”

Contrary to the expectation that Isran would be a madman like Balzac, he was a very polite man. Except for them, the meeting room was filled with all sorts of strongmen.

Faculty members of Phileon, including Baren and Jarodin, and Mage Masters such as Aun Fila, the previous swordsman who was in charge of the Elders in the Festival of Swords. In fact, it was the place where the continent’s best powers gathered.

“I really got them all together...”

“Amazing. After all, is the organizer important?”

Asher, who could not stand the overwhelming power, swayed and muttered. Schlieffen also did not hide his admiration. Adeshan, who didn’t know anything yet, was quietly holding hands with Ronan under the table.

It was the moment the clock on the wall pointed to noon. Roaring! Flames shot up over the empty table, and a voluptuous woman appeared.

“Ohh...really...”

Navardoze was wearing the dignified uniform he would have worn during his rule over Adren. The rather noisy meeting hall suddenly became quiet. she said, looking around at the attendees.

【It looks like everyone has gathered. Perhaps I am not late?]

“I am not late.”

【Thank you, Ronan. It’s only been two days, but it’s nice.]

Navardoze smiled. Almost everyone in the conference room’s eyes widened at the sight of Ronan having a casual conversation with the Fire Mother. She brushed her hair once and opened her mouth.

【Then let’s start the meeting right away. The agenda is to eradicate Nebula Klage.】