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— I won’t forget this humiliation, — Vita Futabe says after taking the oath, but in a way that only the two of them can hear. For some reason, her aggression was directed not at Duncan or anyone else, but specifically at Futabe. Soon it became clear that she was not the only one who shared these sentiments. Jaime, Neige, Aorih, for example, dreamed of how they would smash the old general’s skull, but at the same time, they looked at Futabe with malice.

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I’ll continue after the in-game actions. I won’t write about all the NPCs.

Next, Leyla steps forward to pay her respects, completely ignoring the calls from Fortis, who stands proudly. Perhaps this will at least make him calm down, sit down, and think things through before he messes things up even more.
“Thank you for the honor,” said the Thaianian in a clear, even, and well-modulated voice. “Once, you risked your life to save many of us from the clutches of Karviah Imas, and I am glad that someone so brave and selfless will lead us into the future.”

– I am proud that you are the one who has been granted this position.
“Because few others could have withstood your position, 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 some words of guidance.

sorry, I forgot

– I earned it through a desperate political struggle, only because people like you, Barbarian, pushed me forward and helped me become better to meet the ideals of our wonderful school. My advice to you is to keep your eyes, ears, and mind wide open, so that you can absorb as much of the greatness and beauty of Sakuramor as possible into your foreign heart.
“And at the same time, help us find a way out of this madness and punish the guilty,” she added quietly, just for her. – Go in peace!

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– Thank you for the honor. Once, you risked your life to save many of us from the hands of Carvia Imas,” said the Taimanian in a clear, even, and well-modulated voice, “and I am glad that someone so brave and selfless will lead us into the future.

– I will do everything in my power to ensure that we all see the fiery dawn of this future rising above our solid, but stagnant past, cutting a wide path through it like a knife through butter, and I hope for your help in this, Leila,” the Taimanian nodded to the Taimanian.

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– I will not forget this humiliation,” said Vita Futaba after taking the oath, but so that only the two of them could hear it. For some reason, her aggression was directed not at Duncan or anyone else, but specifically at Futaba. It soon became clear that she was not the only one who shared these sentiments. James, Neige, Aorih, for example, dreamed of how they would smash the old general’s skull, but at the same time, they looked at Futaba with malice.

 

—I wholeheartedly congratulate you on the appointment! 🥳 It was a genuine pleasure to study together in the same class! And if you ever need my humble assistance, I will be sincerely happy to help in any way I can! I wish you patience, hope, and I am sure, a bright future ahead!

It was a bit difficult to come up with a message on the fly, but I hope the meaning will be clear.

Is it possible to fill in the diary retroactively?

It is possible.

Is it possible to fill out a diary retroactively?

Futaba is the most radiant girl in the Academy. A deity who has come to our world, and who honors us with her very presence.

- Thank you, Nirianna. I will do everything in my power to live up to the expectations placed upon me. As for you, rest assured that my vision for the future will have a place for your natural talents and acquired skills, which will help elevate our class, school, and even our entire nation onto the historical path that corresponds to prosperity, happiness, security, and the mental well-being of those who need these simple and beautiful things.

Leveling up crossbows, levels 7 and 8.

Fortis saw how the ranks of his allies were dwindling – unfortunately, not from the general’s bullets! They were struck down, demoralized by the pathetic words of so-called “friends” – the battle hadn’t even begun, and their own people were already sabotaging it. Now they would doubt, they would think, they would look for excuses for their cowardice; now someone had already kissed the boot – which meant that they would no longer be alone in this servile caste; now even kissing wasn’t necessary – which meant that they could make a deal with their conscience. Selinets himself already felt that with all this talk, these compromises, and all this long-awaited humiliation of the demon, he himself was beginning to lose his zeal. The absurdity of what was happening was still outrageous, but the peak of tension was already behind him, and if he didn’t act now, in a few minutes he could turn into one of these sleepy amoebas, who the more they endure, the more they like it. He would have to act while there was still someone left besides him. Even if he was the only one left. Fortis had already roughly calculated the chances of victory – the general was old and weak, and they existed, but only if Thyme and the others remained inactive, and even then, the old man would kill almost everyone. The young man imagined how a bullet would pierce his head – there would be a neat hole at the entrance, a bloody trail at the exit, and white-pink mush inside the skull. It would be very painful, even if it was only for a short time... And if Duncan didn’t even have time to reload, he would swing his sword, and Fortis would lie on the floor for a few more minutes without an arm or a leg, until all the blood finally flowed out. It was scary, very scary to think about it, which is why he had to act now, while the zeal hadn’t disappeared, and then everything would happen by itself, one way or another. “Pff... Enough.” Fortis headed towards the exit with a wide, slightly swaying gait, his eyes fixed on Duncan. In his mind, images still swirled of exactly how the general would end his life, and how many people would help him in the battle if anything happened, but now the young man didn’t care anymore – now there was nothing he could do. If he starts reloading, I’ll attack. If he runs at me with a sword, I’ll do the same. I could wait for Frag, just in case – maybe he’ll join.

The obviously fake voting results first caused confusion, and then a desire to hit the old man on the head with the butt of a rifle for this mocking farce. And the ensuing spectacle was so absurd that one could almost laugh, recalling his own joke from the exam, even though it was a clear provocation. Gideon looked at Futaba, trying to determine the extent of her involvement in what was happening. It didn't seem like she knew in advance or even slightly approved of Duncan's actions, which meant she was a hostage with a special status thrust upon her without her consent. The general mentioned some high-priority orders – apparently, this whole thing was orchestrated by... the king? Who else could have such power? It didn't matter right now. Thinking helped him keep his composure, but it didn't help solve the problem; he needed to do something. The shouts nearby brought the young man, who had been frozen in place, back to his senses.

-- Well, who isn't brave... if I die today, it will have been an honor to be on the same team as you.

He wished he could pretend to be a log, and when someone's old, wrinkled backside approached, suddenly shoot out his needles... If it were just him, he might have done that now, but the responsibility for others forced him to use his head. And when Fortis suddenly headed straight for Duncan, he realized that he couldn't just stand by and watch, and, catching up with him with a quick step, stopped him halfway. — Hold on, Fortis. Gideon said, lowering his voice so that the teachers wouldn't hear, addressing the Selenite, one of the few who remained nearby after his words. — Stop it. Be reasonable. This circus isn't worth dying in today on the opponent's terms; don't give in to the provocation. Futaba has already shown that they can be changed; we can come up with something, and that's where our chance lies... Just say a few nice things to the girl, okay? Let's help her cope with the situation and play her role; let's start by resolving the situation calmly now, and then plan everything properly.

Maybe we should wait for Frag – he might join.

It just takes a few kind words to say to the girl, right? Let's help her cope with the situation and play her role; let's start by resolving the situation calmly and without aggression, and then we can plan everything properly.

Et tu, Brute?

If I move on to the next month today, I'll change the curator bonus to Laurence (OS). I might change my mind later, but for now, that's what I'll do.

Similar?

-- Yesterday, you tolerated a demon; today, do you want to tolerate this? What else will you tolerate? We had a chance, here and now. One for all, all for one, and the crowd against a couple of tyrants. But it's much more convenient to sit around with a sour face and hope that someday... But nothing will happen later. I don't know what else you will silently put up with, but nothing good awaits you. And I have made my choice. It goes on.

"— What shall we do, Your Majesty?" Duncan asks, looking at Fortis. "It seems that one of your subjects has decided to turn their back on you, and I simply cannot ignore such a treacherous act."