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— Do you remember anyone on our list of students with names like that? I don't! Speak in normal, Sakuramori language, not this Rishan gibberish! What is this generation coming to!

—Yes, sir, General-Commander-Teacher! Allow me to correct myself! I was talking about the commoners Gideon and Barbarian! 🤣

Alidum suggests tying Michaella with ropes and attaching her to a tree, restricting her movement until this evening. "Hmm, that sounds like a military tactic," Duncan thought, clearly not considering what Alidum had in mind. "Alright! It will be a lesson to not be so careless in the future!"

"Normas. Just like in the old myths, only there it wasn't a tree, but cliffs by the sea, and some other monster instead of the demon. I was just thinking about what to do for the rest of the day. I could, for example, stand next to the tree. Or walk around the tree. It was the second week, and some people still thought that it was possible to coexist with the demon." -- Fortis looked at the sun: how much time was left until sunset?

It was a little past lunchtime on a summer day.

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— Hmm! — Duncan suddenly remembered that Ladia and Toad were still fighting, which he had completely forgotten about. — Enough with this circus! You two are punished! You will both clean the academy grounds for the rest of the month, sweeping dust, washing toilets, and so on!

Toad and Ladia each receive -1 Luck.

When Vale heard about the order, he immediately regretted that this vagrant guy, and not some girl, had challenged him to a duel, although he didn't yet know what he would have wished for in that case. - And what should I do with him? Make him follow me around all day and polish my boots? That's pointless. Force him to behave like a civilized person? Nonsense. He doesn't have anything interesting to offer, and he probably wouldn't be able to do anything useful either. It would have been so much easier with a girl... Hmm, - the young man thought about girls again, but this time about the possibility of interacting with them using a temporary slave.

Could I make him paint a picture? With a bonus...

It’s possible, but it might not be a good thing.

/Definitely a reincarnation of Gungnir/

Neomaric > experience Duke > experience Vita > experience Miho > experience Remaining Shea < Barbarian Tong < Waylis Dinorsis < Futaba Cisnemis < Gideon

Neomarika > experience
Duke > experience
Vita > experience
Miho > experience

ha, clueless losers

make your guys tie a demon to a tree

- So, brother? - Waylis addressed the loser, slightly drawing out the last word. - Do you possess any skills? Besides combat, of course. Maybe you can draw, or are you knowledgeable in some sciences, or at least know something interesting? You're from the Federation, you have your own beliefs there.

Judging by the "order" he gave, Alidum not only looked like one of the characters from a specific book, but also shared similar tendencies. He might even have been familiar with copies of such literature and drawn inspiration from them. He might even have projected himself onto these bookish demons. Or perhaps it was just a strange coincidence that he chose such a fate for Michaella. It would have been wiser to show mercy to his rival, even if it meant pretending to come up with something cruel and sophisticated. But after those tricks with the whip, it would be naive to expect anything wise from Alidum. His wisdom was limited to the first three letters of the word, and he hadn't yet grown to understand the rest. Perhaps he was trying to show the Orionian that it wasn't worth getting involved with him. A dubious method for many reasons, which would hardly have the desired effect and would most likely only add fuel to the fire. All that remained was to hope that both sides would continue to act within the rules, and that someone like Duncan would no longer provide such convenient tools to either side. Then Alidum would have to settle for something relatively harmless, such as attempting to replenish the NAILS library with the aforementioned literature.

"Sir Duncan, you're really on a roll today. In a bad way. What kind of orders are these, and why are Ladia and Toad being punished for being equally strong?" Varja thought. -- She-a, I don't need anything, no "orders." That would be silly; I saw how fast and dangerous you are. Just a little more luck in dodging, and the result could have been completely different. But here's an offer, not as part of our competition, but just... as a favor. Let's practice cold weapon combat together starting tomorrow," she said, touching her scythe. "If you're not against it..." Varja thought about cheering up the sanguine girl, who was upset about losing, and also about showing her something. /Taking the experience./ /If anything, try to say all this privately./

His wisdom was limited to the first three letters of the word.

Or the last letters of his name.

Just to clarify in advance, Varja won't be leaving Michael alone today.

What a cruel Varag.

Well, it depends on Michaela herself, of course, and how she feels. But we definitely need to leave water for her, and keep a discreet watch from the bushes to make sure no one bothers her.