## Chapter 211 – Confession (1)
The seasons in this world had quite unique characteristics.
The four seasons themselves were distinct, but their durations were somewhat erratic.
Spring and autumn were short, while summer and winter were long. I had just spent a brief spring.
From now on, the air would be sticky, and a sweltering summer of unbelievable heat was about to begin…!!
‘Well, maybe not that bad…’
Compared to the heat in Korea, this place might be considered cool, but local conditions were not to be ignored anywhere.
Even now, if you go to Southeast Asia in winter, Koreans wear short sleeves, but the locals wear padded jackets.
However, even the heat that those locals dreaded was about to be pierced through with the energetic spirit of the students running through the academy gates.
“I’m late!! Late…!!”
I wondered if they were just running fast because they were going to be late.
Well, the sight of students walking through the morning at their own pace was enough to evoke my nostalgia.
‘Now, when will classes end…
When will mandatory night study end…
Being separated by department, I don’t even have friends to talk to anymore…
Ugh… I shouldn’t have remembered…’
Of course, the result of that nostalgia was miserable, but who cared?
I was now a freeloader in my room, with every day like a holiday… no, a freelancer.
That meant that while you guys were going to school, I was enjoying a pleasant happy life, exploring female bodies in this cool underground.
‘Study hard, youth…!! Roll on, kids!!’
If I had a mouth, watching the students on their way to school through the flower, which was now almost a periscope, I probably would have had a nostalgic smile on my face.
Still, that time was, in my life, the least worrying and the most okay.
Anyway, what was important to me here was something else.
Vivian, who woke up refreshed after receiving morning caresses, blinked her blue eyes, now free from sleep, and the first words she said to me were:
“Now that it’s the beginning of the semester, we should start preparing.
There will be a lot more people than during vacation.”
‘Isn’t that obvious since vacation is over…?’
“It’s not just that.
It’s the beginning of a new year.”
At her sudden words, I momentarily had a flustered thought that there might be a New Year’s festival here.
Vivian smiled slyly, held my fidgeting tentacle tightly in her arms, and whispered.
“The freshmen are coming.”
Her smiling face had a languidness like a female cat.
‘Ah… why didn’t I think of that?’
That’s what schools are like.
If there are people graduating, there are also people entering.
In a way, moving Enic’s living quarters to the workshop to exert influence over the entire school could be a very effective choice.
It was like laying the groundwork to poke at all the graduating students and the new students.
“That being said, not many come in at first.
The admission period is given more generously than you think.
After all, aristocratic children and young ladies from all over the continent flock here.
Not only from Groden, but also from Barmhausen and Chaoxing.
So it takes time to select and approve admissions.
So ultimately, the number of new students will double.
In a way, it’s also a place that serves as a political and social bridge.”
Vivian, who was naked, touched the tattoo on her chest, and Nemea wriggled and began to cover her naked body.
A sculptural body that never gets old, no matter how many times I see it.
The glamorous skin covered with Nemea rippled softly, blurring my visual organs.
But this wasn’t the time to focus on that.
Seeing Vivian’s eyes narrowing at the tentacle that wasn’t reacting to her chest, I was startled and started writing on her empty thigh with mucus.
‘So there might be people who came in advance?’
“Hmm… that’s right.
From a few months ago, they came to Groden…
They might be setting up and waiting for admission.
Whatever the circumstances, the admission process is in principle conducted in person.
It’s a hassle for the students, but it’s also an opportunity for the academy to fill its pride.
In a way, it’s an academy that everyone wants to enter.”
Come to think of it, there were many who wanted to enter the academy.
‘Not only nobles but also commoners.’
As a prime example, there was Verdi, the lover of Serkov, the heir to the Schutzranova Marquisate.
She was able to get into the academy on her own, but she didn’t have the financial means to pay the expensive tuition, so she received help from Serkov.
Graduating from the academy, which provides the best education on the continent, was, in a way, a guarantee that you had that much ability.
For the heirs of noble families, it was a guarantee to develop the ability to inherit the family and prove their qualifications.
And for commoners, it was a stepping stone to becoming a dragon from the gutter in this world with a class system.
Since the academy was such a place, anyone would want to enter if they had the chance.
‘I’ll keep that in mind.
What else should I consider?’
“As it happens, the family’s information office has looked into this year’s freshmen.”
‘Ah, Vivian had a way to get information…’
Although Vivian had left the Grenot Marquisate a long time ago, she said she could secretly use the information office that Grenot had set up in the back alleys.
The way to use it was to prove herself with a special password.
In the first place, only the people who did errands for the family knew the password itself, so it was a kind of trick to pretend to be a related person.
She avoided suspicion in that way, but the moment the family noticed, she wouldn’t be able to use the trick anymore, so Vivian was trying to use the information office as much as possible while she could.
“But unfortunately, there aren’t any great people among this year’s freshmen.
Not in Groden, Barmhausen, or Chaoxing.
Just so-so nobles from so-so families, and so-so commoners.
However…”
‘However…?’
As Vivian’s voice, trailing off, spread into the air of the room, I tilted my tentacle and asked her again.
But even so, Vivian, who couldn’t continue her answer and was lost in thought for a moment, looked straight at the tentacle and began to speak.
“Systina has entered.”
To me, who didn’t know much about the Systina state at least up to this point, Vivian was telling a brief story.
Their mysteriousness as a small city functioning as a single country.
The miracles they performed, which were incomprehensible even scientifically and philosophically.
And even the advice to be careful when encountering them.
“The newly reorganized faculty of the priesthood, the ‘Department of Holy Arts.’
Fifty new students, including priests and nuns from Systina, have entered there.
Honestly, they’re more like envoys than students.
I don’t know much because the exact curriculum hasn’t been leaked yet…
Literally, it’s unknown what activities they will do or what they can do.
That’s why you need to pay special attention, got it?”
In the old West, when mysterious events close to magic rather than common sense occurred, they often attributed the cause to the curses of Eastern, especially Chinese, sorcerers, whom they did not know well.
So much so that among the rules for writing mystery novels, there was a rule not to use the trick of having a Chinese person appear and cause an incident with unknown sorcery.
I expressed my deep regret in my heart to the people of Systina, who seemed to be treated similarly to those Chinese people.
‘Still, faithful people generally seem to have good personalities.
Maybe they’re nice people when you actually meet them?
Ah… nice Chinese people… those people are already…’
Was it just my imagination that something was wrong, but I wanted to believe it wasn’t?
One thing I had forgotten was…
The current world is a bit more technologically advanced, but it’s a world with cultural styles that are not much different from the Middle Ages, and with a class system.
Considering that the ‘Crusades’ happened, wouldn’t I be immediately hung by the neck, no, the tentacles, by scary holy warriors?
Vivian, giving me a pleased smile, gently kissed the tentacle as if she were kissing it, and then left the room.
In front of her, there was someone already wearing familiar clothes and jumping up and down.
“Vivian-nim!! We’re going to be late!!
You were here for too long!!”
The short skirt of Lanie, who was now wearing the academy student uniform, even the summer uniform, was fluttering.
“I’m already nervous… Ah…!!
If I catch a bitch that Master likes…
Surely he will give me a deep reward…?!
“Okay, I’ll be right there, Lanie.
And for now, we’re just going to quietly explore, Aurora.
Just keep an eye on your customers, like you used to.
Make sure you don’t cause any problems in the academy for the time being.”
They were, in fact, stepping back into the academy as freshmen today, the first day of school, after having virtually dropped out.
‘Vivian has the tuition that she earned.
Aurora somehow solved the fake identity.
If all three of them are from commoner backgrounds…
Maybe they won’t attract too much attention.’
Vivian, who had been vehemently shaking her head, saying what kind of re-enrollment was this, at my recommendation to go back to the academy and continue her education, but would she really be able to hold out just by resisting?
Vivian, who couldn’t withstand the conversations (womb knocks) and persuasion (full-body caresses) that had continued for days, raised the white flag.
In the end, Vivian made a promise to return to the academy with a happy and ecstatic expression.
Since the work of the brothel is mainly at night, it was no different from training at the academy and doing practical training in the back alleys.
Anyway, she was eventually tied up as a set to her, who couldn’t break my stubbornness, and the three mistresses of the den were returning to the academy, to their respective places.
‘Aurora will do well on her own since it’s not her first time.
Vivian can just stick to Serkov if anything happens, so there won’t be any problems with school life.
Lanie just seems to have no thoughts. Perfect.’
It was strange somewhere, but their re-enrollment (?), which had its own basis, was proceeding without any problems.
Now, when they go to school, that’s when my work will begin.
‘Then… will I start to get busy…?’
The tentacles wriggling in the air twisted and turned, and a satisfactory day was beginning like that.
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While the den was busy with the admission of the three women to the academy, things outside were no less busy.
The students, reuniting with familiar faces after the vacation, were expressing their joy to each other with their own enthusiasm.
It was no different for Karla.
She happened to run into friends from the Department of Alchemy and expressed her joy, boasting about her personal research lab, which was the best output she had produced during the past vacation.
The moment Karla, leading her friends, came in front of the workshop and encountered a group of people in front of it, a greeting of welcome returned to her.
The black bobbed hair, which had been talking enthusiastically about something in front of the people, fluttered and turned towards Karla.
“Oh, hello, Karla.
We meet again?”
“Yeriell-nim…!! Ah… haha…
Th… hello…?”
How could Karla forget that day?
Wasn’t she the one who made her do a crazy headstand disguised as a secret Systina worship from broad daylight, and prophesied that she would meet Lucas before the night was over?
Frankly, aside from the thrilling secret worship(?), Yeriell was one of the people who was deeply imprinted in Karla’s mind because of that prophecy.
Yeriell, showing a sullen expression at Karla’s stiff reaction, was looking down at the ground.
It was a gesture that seemed quite disappointed to anyone.
“I’m just an ordinary student here too?
If you treat me so 부담스럽게 between us… I might be a little sad…”
“Ugh… Yer… Yeriell…
Go… good luck…!!”
“That’s right, Karla. Please feel free to treat me comfortably.
We’re neighbors on different floors, aren’t we?
The Heavenly God said, ‘Love your neighbor.’
I love Karla, who is my neighbor?
You can always feel free to visit the chapel.
Confessions about the person you always have in your heart, or our own secret worship, are also possible?”
“Eek!!”
That last word of mischief was a bit scary.
Still, Karla was passing by her, awkwardly waving her hand, at Yeriell’s words, which clearly told her the truth with a playful expression this time.
While Karla’s group was bustling and heading to the second floor of the workshop, these students, who seemed to belong to the Department of Holy Arts, were focusing on Yeriell’s words, who was showing a benevolent smile.
“Where were we? Ah.
I don’t know what kind of hardships will unfold before you.
This time of ours may be a temptation to someone, a reward to someone.
It may also be a time of shaking for someone else.
I already know that you are all lovely and excellent brothers and sisters…
Apart from that, let’s all be diligent students and preach love to other students.
I believe in you. I believe in the true hearts of my beloved brothers and sisters.
In the name of Systina, may this moment of yours be true and true under that spirit.
Amen.”
At Yeriell’s gem-like speech, the sound of people blowing their noses while shedding tears of emotion was heard from everywhere.
But how long could that atmosphere last?
The sight of someone running towards her, making clanging sounds of metal.
At that, Yeriell’s gentle eyes momentarily changed into a triangular shape.
“Haa…!! Haa… Holy One!!
I’ve come……!!”
“…… Bow.”
“Haaa… Haa… Yes……?”
“Roxanne Stronova!!
Again…!! Another late sleep!?
For now…!! It’s clear that the sister’s time is a time that could not resist the temptation of sleep!!
Aren’t you afraid of divine punishment!!
Right now…!! Bow your head quickly!!”
Roxanne’s figure, quickly starting a headstand at Yeriell’s scolding.
Yeriell, closing her eyes and letting out a small sigh while looking at that figure.
“Um… this person isn’t late… I mean…”
But Yeriell, who noticed the existence of someone standing next to Roxanne, who had run with her, smiled and threw a question at her.
“Hello, sister?
It seems like you came with our Roxanne ordination knight…”
The sight of her long purple hair gently swaying in the wind was reflected in Yeriell’s golden yellow eyes.
“Ah… I’m Anne Monehen…
I’m in the Department of Swordsmanship, 1st… now 2nd year…
I’m training with Roxanne-ssi…!!”
“Ah… you’re a sister who has a connection.
This must also be as God says.
I’m sincerely glad to meet you, Sister Anne.
Then, do you have any business…?”
“I… I heard that I could do something called ‘confession’ to Roxanne-ssi…”
The golden eyes, looking at the sullen expression of the purple-haired girl, were quietly rippling as if looking at something beyond that.
With the appearance of a girl who came to confess the secrets of her heart, the opening of the academy was beginning like that.
