Chapter 251

Chapter 251

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 251: Aftermath (2)

“Vikir.”

Dolores came out onto the terrace after pulling back the curtain, and she called Vikir in a low tone. Vikir’s response to such calls was always brief.

“Yes.”

Dolores silently observed Vikir’s face for a moment. Eventually, she approached him, leaning against the railing where Vikir was seated.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

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The reason Dolores was able to achieve the rank of 1st place this time was, strictly speaking, due to Vikir. In the early to mid-phase of the competition, Vikir cleverly lured Hohenheim and Bakilaga into facing each other, causing them to deplete their strength and achieve the triumphant moment of capturing Hohenheim.

Even if Vikir hadn’t been betrayed and eliminated by the triplets from Baskerville in the latter half of the competition, Vikir could have been in the top 5.

Dolores said, “If it weren’t for Baskerville’s triplets, your rank could have been much higher.”

“It’s already over.”

“...You’re always so calm. It seems like you have no regrets or disappointments.”

Dolores stared into Vikir’s eyes, wondering. Despite being a freshman who had recently enrolled, there was a familiarity as if she had known him for a very long time.

She spoke again, “What I thanked you for earlier wasn’t just about this competition.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.”

Dolores rested her chin on her hand and bowed slightly, leaning against the railing, looking up at Vikir.

“...It’s fascinating. Where did you even come from?”

“Just an ordinary freshman.”

“An ordinary freshman achieving and outperforming professors in research, even defeating third-year students in the competition? And you for real?”

“I was lucky.”

Vikir’s nonchalant response left Dolores momentarily speechless.

Colosseo Academy is a vast place of about 20,000 people, including students, professors, and staff.

As a gathering place for those who boast of being geniuses, there are many outstanding individuals. While Vikir’s achievements are truly remarkable when listed, they aren’t particularly noteworthy compared to other seasoned individuals at the academy. Just considering Dolores, from her freshman year, she achieved feats similar to what Vikir had done, bringing her to her current position.

Moreover, her rivalry with Hohenheim, Bakilaga, Lovegood, and others during her freshman years was even more colorful.

“Moreover, the 2nd years, 3rd years, and 4th years who received her as a freshman achieved even more remarkable feats,” Vikir emphasized this point in his words.

“’The likes of Bakilaga, Hohenheim, and Lovegood, whom we encountered in this competition, were also extraordinary talents. I’ve learned a lot.'”

This admiration was somewhat sincere. It wasn’t easy to become a Graduator or ascend to the 4th class at the age of 20.

Of course, if Vikir’s accomplishment of becoming a Sword Master at the age of 18 became known, the world’s reaction would likely be quite different.

On the other hand, Dolores silently watched Vikir. “Why does it sound like your words are an excuse?”

“...?”

“To disguise your extraordinaryness by disguising it as ordinary.”

Dolores narrowed her eyes and continued, “People in this world are busy exaggerating their abilities, but you’re peculiar. You seem busy hiding what you already have.”

“...”

“Are you scared of someone recognizing you?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“Your way of speaking is so military-like.”

Dolores’s words carried a strong curiosity about Vikir’s background and identity.

“Your archery skills are impressive. I saw you moving around, capturing other kids in the competition. Most of your shots were not reflected in the stats since they were grenade-induced shots, but...”

[Translator – Clara]

Just then...

“...Open up! Open up!”

“...Demand the right!”

“...For freedom!”

Loud voices echoed from outside the fence of the dormitory, where Colosseo Academy students were staying. It seemed like a gathering of people staging a protest.

...?

Dolores was puzzled and turned her gaze for a moment. There, an astonishing sight met her eyes.

Professors from Colosseo Academy were struggling to block a crowd. A massive number of people were bustling, attempting to enter the dormitory. They all held sparkling glow sticks with picket signs and wore red ribbons around their heads.

And leading them all was a face Dolores knew well.

“...Merelini Lovegood?”

The student council president of Temisquira Women’s College.

All those with her were students from Temisquira Women’s College. They vigorously clashed with Colosseo Academy professors, advocating for their freedom.

Dolores grabbed the terrace railing, trying to listen more closely.

Temisquira Women’s College. Their academic atmosphere, which pursued the sacred and static, was completely different from what was happening now.

The sight of the girls, with their hair wildly flowing, rushing forward, resembled enraged beasts.

“What’s happening?”

Vikir, effortlessly shifting the conversation, made Dolores glance at him curiously.

“Just listen to what they’re saying...”

Dolores concentrated her ears. The shouts of the protesters began to separate and clarify.

At the same time, Dolores could feel the fervent emotions of those girls.

“We will find our freedom!”

“Come on, everyone! Gather!”

“Humanity unites for noble goals! That sets us apart from animals!”

They were turning into justice warriors, fiercely clashing with the professors.

Dolores held the terrace railing and strained her ears even more.

“Colosseo Academy’s students, let us participate in the after-party!”

“We don’t need everything! Just show us Vikir!”

“We want to congratulate Vikir too!”

“Open the after-party at Colosseo Academy to students from other schools! Open up!”

“Let’s have the after-party together! Vikir-Nim!”

“Joy doubles when shared!”

“I fell in love with your sexy appearance on the Train!”

“Your Sis dosen’t want to part like this!”

“Sis? We’re at least five years younger than him!”

“I don’t care, if he’s handsome, he’s an oppa! Kyaa-”

It seemed like the students from Temisquira Women’s College wanted to join Colosseo Academy’s after-party. Whatever their intentions were, it was quite explicit.

“....”

“Do you hear what they’re saying?” Vikir again asked Dolores.

“Huh? Uh....”

Dolores quickly turned her back, trying to act nonchalant while letting go of the railing.

“Well, they say... Oh, there’s no hot water! I need to check it out! You’re late, so just go to bed!”

With that, she hurriedly ran off somewhere.

[Translator – Clara]

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