Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

Judging by the frightened looks of the students, only Cassia, Vita, Renn, Miho, Tong, Dinoris, and Neomarica were ready to fight.

Not only is he tall, smart, good at drawing, and successful in sports, but he is also brave 😍

They look exactly alike with their brother...

But there's only one handsome guy 😎

- If you touch even one more of my subjects, you won't live to see tomorrow, and no priorities will help you, - Futaba stood between him and Ixora (sorry, Varya... (not for keeping you waiting)), looking up at him from below and hissed so that only he could hear. - You know what I'm talking about. You've already flattered enough, "teacher," but at least look three steps ahead. I'm already on the edge, and if everything gets out of control, I won't even have to dirty my hands.
Lifting Ixora by the shoulders, Futaba pats her on the back:
- Go in peace, serve me and only me faithfully, warrior, - after which she pushes her away, further from the concussed maniac.

"So be it." Duncan nods affirmatively and steps aside. "If the oath is taken in full, no one in this hall will come to harm. In that case, I shall not say a word and will keep my hands to myself. I swear by my honor and my Homeland."

After waiting for Duncan’s conversation to end, Varya approaches. At one point, when she was already close to Futaba, so that from this angle neither Duncan nor the other teachers and students could see anything, the refiter’s calm and expressionless gaze changed to a firm one.
“I know it’s hard for you. But we’ve all gotten into this, bear it with dignity,” he said. However, after a fraction of a second, it was as if nothing had happened. Varya knelt down and calmly followed the instructions, which required her to bend down especially low.
“I am proud that it is you who has been honored with this position.”
“Because few other minds could have withstood your situation, Futaba.”
“And I believe in you and your strength. Thank you for the honor you have bestowed upon me, and I humbly ask you to give me words of guidance.”
“Forgive me, Risha, but I need this for the survival of everyone… I will tell you a hundred times later that you are the best.”

-- Earthly laws... come and go, General, when they stand in the way of people. And life is finite. But honor is one and the same. And the chance to do what must be done is only once. The price of a mistake will be higher than life itself. Your country will pay. The country, the people in which are subjected to... no! The people who agree and support such things – they are the traitors, traitors to their fathers, their country, and themselves!

After a moment of silence, Shere said:
-- How will you live with the memory of such humiliation? I had a better opinion of... all of you, -- Fortis tried to glare menacingly at the teachers and frightened students, but since his eye twitched slightly, and the concentration of cowards in the room was uneven, he didn't quite succeed. -- Well, and for those who are not devoid of courage... if I die today, it will have been an honor to be on the same team as you.

Most of the students tried not to look at Fortis, and even some of those who were ready to fight just a moment ago began to doubt after Shera's words and Ixora's actions with Vare. Because of this, Fortis stood almost alone, and apart from the teachers, almost no one listened to him.

First, there was an incomprehensible crime involving beheadings, then a conflict between a demon and a city madwoman, and now, enchanted boots that bestow kisses. After the first two incidents, this outcome should have been expected, but it was already too late. This prompted Leila to ask General Mandrake, "When will Levisia return to NAILS, intending to stop the insane ritual being conducted by her grandfather?" But now was not the time for jokes. Moreover, considering His Majesty's magical talents and his increasingly apparent inclinations, such a turn of events did not seem too far from the truth. Given the current state of affairs, the time mage assumed that Levisia might also suspect something, and Thyme was left in NAILS as her trusted confidant. Perhaps the king himself suspected something similar, given that he left hints about upcoming events in the test. It was as if he were not a monarch, but some kind of maniac. Despite the fact that such initiatives were repulsive to her and many of her peers, as well as to the "Queen of NAILS" herself, the time mage was ready to fulfill the requirement. As she once wrote in the test, pride should not be confused with stupidity. Moreover, it was unknown how her fellow countrywoman's "rule" would correspond to the program she had declared; for now, the rank was purely nominal. But if a disciplinary committee is indeed created, it is unlikely that its composition will be determined by Futaba herself. Most likely, Duncan, although now it would be more accurate to call him Dun, will choose those who are "closer," provided they do not cause trouble. For example, Fortis's chances of obtaining such a position, or even of preserving his own life, were now approaching zero. And yet, for some of them, the ordinary students of NAILS, this was one of the least vulnerable positions in the current circumstances. And Futaba would clearly prefer to have someone nearby whom she could at least somewhat trust. But for now, Leila was in no hurry to step forward, waiting for the potential conflict to be resolved and, subsequently, for the possible oath-taking by Barbarian.

— So be it. — Duncan nods affirmatively and steps aside. — If the oath is taken in full, no one in this hall will suffer. In that case, I will say nothing and keep my hands to myself. I swear by honor and country.

— From my "subjects," I "demand" only an oath; my feet are too clean for just anyone to touch them, except for my king! — Futaba added, placing her hands on her hips. — Thus, both the letter of the law and the will of all the august persons are respected. Do you understand, Barbarian? — she said to her neighbor, and at the same time to Fortis, who was making a fuss nearby. — However...
She raised a finger in the air.
— As a symbolic ritual, as a one-time exception, I am willing to honor him and allow him to perform the honorable duty of kissing my boot—our honored guest from abroad, Alidume Sirabe, — her finger pointed to a demon in the crowd. — With this solemn gesture, I am willing to show that, despite all past disagreements, our school, and indeed all of Sakuradoria, is ready for mutually beneficial cooperation.
She clapped her hands slowly and majestically.

What Futaba said put the old man, Duncan, in a state of brief confusion, and it took him some time to decide how to proceed. "Perhaps I can't argue with that. Very well! Let's do without the 'legs'. Alidum, come up to us." Alidum confidently steps onto the stage, replacing the Barbarian. He kneels, then lowers his face to Futaba's feet. He licks her loafer with his demonic tongue and wipes it clean with a handkerchief. "Thank you for this honor, Your Majesty. Thank you for entering my life and filling it with new meaning. From now on and forever, I will be happy to serve you." He then adds, so that only she can hear, "I suppose I can now call you stepmother?"

I told you he was a royal.

The events that followed Futaba's appointment unfolded with breakneck speed, although it would be more accurate to use a word with the opposite meaning to "development." Ignoring the frightened whispers of her classmates and the injured boy, Nira focused all her attention and hearing on the actors in the tragedy unfolding on stage.
Futaba, it seemed, was not on their side, which was a good thing. Duncan was clearly not himself and continued to hint at some crumpled scroll, presumably a royal decree. The others were either too frightened or were trying to prevent the situation from escalating further. For the students, there were only two possibilities: a) the old ruler of Sakuramoria had finally lost his mind; b) all the teachers had been turned into puppets by a spell similar to the April one.
All that remained was to determine which scenario best fit the current events. Think, Nira, what do all the recent changes indicate? What is Futaba Thyme hinting at? What are they whispering about with Duncan? In the first case, they should have made a citizen's arrest of the senile old man and personally ensured the safety of the academy for the time being. In the second case, they were doomed in any case, but they had a small chance to postpone their fate. How did she answer this question on the exam? Only if the threat is deadly and comes from a royal official, well, it seems that everything fits with her answer.
But how much time will she buy by playing along with them? The next stage will most likely be a declaration of war on neighboring countries, and if not, they will certainly be sent to the front lines sooner or later, and that's when she will get a chance to escape. Yes, it already sounds like a plan, good job, Nira.

Judging by the frightened looks of the students, only Cassia, Vita, Renn, Miho, Tong, Dinoris, and Neomarika were ready to fight.

—Cass, please, don't get worked up. —noticing her friend's confident gaze, Nira placed her palm on her wrist. She ignored Fortis's speech. —There are only two explanations for all this: the teachers and half of the students, like our Varya, have had their brains washed, or everything is being done under the official order of His Majesty. Think for yourself, which of these is more likely. —she whispered.

- Hmmm... - Futaba presses a finger to her cheek and tilts her head to the side. - "Sir" Alidum! In your eyes and words, I observe an expression of true devotion, which, despite your fearsome appearance, reveals a person with a broad and understanding heart. Your oath has truly touched me, and therefore I am willing to grant you a special honor," Futaba extends her leg. - You will be allowed to remove your shoe and kiss my foot.

"I suppose I can now call you stepmother?"

- I don't even want to know," she murmurs in response.

Ples, what did Rheven offer you in exchange for letting you read the script?

Well, it was obvious:
1. Alidum has "aristocratic" tendencies, but demons in Eolia have been living in very poor conditions for half of his life.
2. Alidum works for the king, but he doesn't have any super-powers, so he doesn't really look like a demon in disguise.
3. The king here is a Warlock, which could have influenced his offspring. In this case, it influenced his character.
4. The king is thinking with his lower instincts, so bastards are quite expected.