Became a Dark Merchant in the Academy

97 – Autumn Fighting Festival_9

The 3-day journey ended with the just-ended finals of the successful Fall Fighting Championship individual finals.

After that, the Autumn Mutuje Solo Exhibition Awards Ceremony was held.

I was waiting up on the podium, and as the person standing next to me applauded, I followed the sound of footsteps and turned my gaze.

“Congratulations on the runner-up in the individual event. Cadet Lee Seong-hyeon.”

The end of that line of sight.

Seolha Baek, standing in front of me, smiled and handed me a small silver trophy.

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“Thank you.”

I accepted the trophy and bowed my head slightly, responding with a smile to Snow White’s smile.

“Wasn’t it unfortunate?”

Seolha Beks came with a question.

It was a question you would normally ask a semi-winner.

From a different point of view, I wondered if such a question was close to teabagging, but I raised my lowered head and put on a slightly regretful expression.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t regret coming to the finals, but I think I learned a lot. I realized a lot of my shortcomings. It was a very meaningful time.”

Actually, winning was possible.

It is said that the opponent in the finals is a top-class prospect who is promising in the world.

Anyway, a cadet.

I have Natasha’s memories, and I have many abilities that I share with Heart Sharing, so if I fought sincerely, there was no way I would lose.

But I didn’t show power.

It’s not because I want to play a strong game like the main characters somewhere.

Some things are the same as being invisible, so in a way it could have looked like him.

It was possible to win without using them.

Why didn’t you win?

The reason was very simple.

Because that side benefited me more.

The reason I participated in Mutuje this fall was to gain recognition.

To be precise, it was to prepare a stepping stone to become the student council president.

People want superhumans, but if superhumans really exist, they subconsciously reject them.

Isn’t there an old saying that an angular stone is right?

Whether it’s the underdog’s rebellion or the brilliant growth of an inferior student in Class K, there is a certain degree.

In order to win the support of the students, it was necessary to refrain from showing too much excellence.

Because the theme of the vote is sympathy.

Rather than becoming an object of envy for those who can’t be surpassed, it was useful to get people’s vote to recognize that that guy is to some extent like us.

In summary, that’s it.

It can be seen as similar to the work of politicians trying to form a consensus by cosplaying commoners when voting season approaches.

Even so, since we were electing a representative, we had to show our own outstanding side.

Because people do not want to be ruled by those who are inferior to themselves.

That’s why I chose the runner-up, which is a buffer of consensus and outstanding appearance.

Of course, there were many other reasons besides the fact that Yuun was watching and I decided that finishing with a runner-up would be good for adding a narrative about growing up later.

The biggest reason is to get votes, so I responded with a slightly humble tone.

Because voting is done before the next election begins, not after it begins.

As if a confession is not the beginning of a relationship, but a work for confirmation.

No voting, no confession, most people’s actions were the same.

“Whoops, is that really all?”

“Sometimes I get a little angry. So… I will try my best to win next time.”

“I see. I heard you well. Congratulations again on the runner-up. Cadet Lee Seong-hyeon.”

“Thank you.”

After that, after talking moderately with Baek Seol-ha, he lowered his head again, and soon thunderous applause poured from the stadium’s spectators.

“That was great.”

“Your brother is handsome!”

“Please take a look here!!”

At the same time, appropriate words of praise and flashlights would burst out.

The response was more enthusiastic than that of the 4th year cadets who couldn’t even remember the name of the winner.

Of course, most reactions were based on lookism.

Anyway, after finishing my award ceremony, Baek Seol-ha approached Chun Yu-seong, who was to be the owner of the bronze trophy.

I took a moment to look at such a genius.

‘It looks unfair.’

Chun Yoo-seong was making an expression that looked unfair.

Perhaps he didn’t like that he placed third.

There was no big difference between the 4th grade cadet and Chun Yu-seong who won the championship, so if the two won in the finals, Chun You-seong might have won the championship like a protagonist.

Chun Yoo-seong seems to have some intuition about that fact, so it was a shame.

But what can I do?

Meeting me is like meeting a disaster…

‘Isn’t this?’

Anyway, after thinking about this and that, the copper trophy found its owner.

[Then, I will end the 59th Laplace Academy Solo Exhibition Awards Ceremony. Once again, please applaud the cadets.]

And with the words of commentary echoing throughout the stadium through the speakers, the Autumn Mutuje individual exhibition came to an end.

I got down from the podium and walked down the aisle leading to the outside.

‘Then, only the pair part remains.’

If the solo exhibition is the main dish, then the fair part is like a dessert, but it was still something I had to do.

Being involved with Olivia could have had a negative side in gaining the recognition he was aiming for in the Autumn Mutu Festival.

Looking back, it’s not a bad thing because it can be used as a good narrative that helps innocent weaklings suffering from guilt-by-association.

You can assemble Olivia properly and use it to swallow her future Iris Guild.

In addition, there are not many participants in the pair part because both men and women must participate, so the preliminary round is extremely short and the final round is also short.

Could it be 2 days in total?

This was something I had to do as the return I would get was huge compared to the time I put in.

‘I have to finish it.’

The end of the long autumn martial arts festival is in sight.

And.

I picked up my cell phone, which had been vibrating earlier, to check the message.

[Finished.]

[End.]

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[I’ve done everything, what should I do now, Seonghyun?]

Dozens of text messages announced the end of another job.

**

“What really happened…”

Health room in the main building of Laplace Academy.

Healing class B hero Oh Hye-ran, who is in charge of the health room, sighed lightly as she looked at the full beds in the health room.

“It’s not a disease. What is it really?”

The reason I sighed was none other than what had been happening for the past three days.

That incident was when outsiders who had come to watch the Mutu Festival suddenly picked themselves up and collapsed while walking down the street.

“…I really don’t know.”

Until the first person was brought to the health room, there were no problems except for minor injuries, such as scratches from animals, so I wondered if I had developed a chronic disease.

I got in touch with the hospital and healed them with healing magic, and the person who was brought back soon returned to normal.

So at first she didn’t think much of it.

However, after a while, the same thing was repeated, and the number was minimal at first, but it increased as time went by, and by the third day it reached dozens.

That’s the situation.

It was only natural for people to be puzzled even if they went back without any problems.

So, I did a detailed examination on the next patients, and I tried my best to fill out a questionnaire to see if they ate strange food, but there was no common food and the places were completely different, so I couldn’t figure out why.

I’ve asked the hospital for help, and I’ve asked my senior heroes, but all of them just said that they don’t even know about such symptoms.

That’s why Oh Hye-ran’s bones hurt because she didn’t know why.

‘Should I investigate further?’

However, I couldn’t give up.

No matter how common a salaried hero who works at the academy, he is still a healing hero.

I have pride as a medical worker.

A strange phenomenon is happening right in front of my eyes, but I can’t look away to be comfortable.

Oh Hye-ran took a small breath.

I moved my body to the bed where the patients were lying.

‘Then there is a possibility…’

There were new infectious diseases, parasites, or curse magic that had not been reported to the academic world.

Anyway, it seemed good to her that after drawing her blood, she sent it to the hospital and asked for a detailed examination.

Because blood contains quite a few things.

‘Blood draw.’

It was generally necessary to obtain permission from the people involved in blood collection, but due to the incident that occurred during the Great War, it was possible to incapacitate it to some extent if it was judged to be an emergency under the hero’s judgment.

Of course, if the subsequent inspection determined that this situation was not an emergency, he could have been cursed at and had his salary cut or his job cut, but Oh Hye-ran’s intuition judged this to be an emergency.

‘I must…’

Oh Hye-ran took out the blood sampling syringe she had finished disinfecting.

She then rubbed the area to be blood sampled with an alcohol swab to sterilize it, then lifted the syringe …

“Excuse me.”

It was then.

The door to the health room, which had been firmly closed, was opened.

“Do you see a doctor right now?”

And then, through the open door of the health room, a male student entered.

He was a handsome male student with small bruises scattered all over his body.