Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

Next is Shera.
- I would like to have children with His Majesty, my own plot of land, and passive income if possible.

Elliot will follow and ask for children with Her Majesty.

- Well... it's quite a request, - it was difficult to find the right words to respond to such audacity. - The first option is out of the question due to political reasons. But regarding the second and third, I believe we can come up with something. You are undoubtedly a person of many talents; my neighbor even hung your portrait above her bed. And the most useful of these, in my opinion, is your technical expertise. If you successfully complete your studies at the academy, Sakuramoriyama will be ready to allocate some land to you and subsidize the opening of an industrial enterprise - a workshop or factory - to benefit the development of the state industry. And who you put at the machine - that's up to you.

- Oh well, never mind.
- Don't be upset, little girl, your request was impossible from the very beginning... After all, my seed belongs exclusively to my precious wife, hahaha!
- Ugh, I envy you, Futaba... You snagged such a man...

- You could snag anyone you want, Sherochka...

- To be honest, I don't even know what to suggest... - said Vita, approaching the royal couple instead of Shera. - How about your eldest son fighting me, and if I win, you add me to the family registry? I'll be Vita Starlight, the adopted daughter of the royal couple! And if I lose, well, let the winner do whatever they want with me.

- Uh... With Caladius Moechich?.. - Futa was surprised by this suggestion. - Not that I wouldn't want to see that fight, but he has decades of experience. Even for you, it might be a bit tough... Although, in theory, with your potential... However, at the moment, the question of his involvement in what happened has not yet been resolved. I don't think organizing such a duel is impossible, but it requires the investigation to be completed first. However, allow me to ask, what is your goal in case of your victory? Do you seek titles and powers? Do you aspire to a political career?

- Many great people remain unrecognized or forgotten simply because they were born without a certain status, but I want everyone to know me someday as the strongest warrior in Sakuramoria!

- A bold statement! But to become the strongest warrior, you must also defeat your class leader. Can you win two battles?

- Defeating the mentor... unlikely right now, but definitely possible with time.

- I have no doubt about that. So, if this is truly what you want, and if His Majesty doesn't object, then I don't see any obstacles... If you win two duels against the two opponents mentioned above. Thus, the status of the greatest warrior will be undeniable and will rightfully belong to you, worthy of being immortalized and revered in every way. Just keep in mind that this formality in itself will not give you the right to claim inheritance or anything like that... But there is also no time limit. Are such double conditions within your capabilities?

- Otherwise!
Having agreed to the unusual conditions, Vita yields her place to Bonita.
- I want a servant to be assigned to me at the state's expense, who will handle all the routine tasks for me, protect me, and carry out any orders.

- Weren't you one of those who disappeared after the cataclysm at the end of the competition? What was the reason?

- I was afraid for my life. I didn't really want to become the next Ignatius or Dion. Or another one of the returning trio.

Or the next Sysnemis.

Remaining vigilant, Varya dozed off in the corridor, leaning against the wall in a heron-like pose. Ianira, the soldiers, Levisia, and even Futaba had already left, each going their own way, and Varya saw her roommate get into a carriage in the courtyard and drive off towards the estate. Well, perhaps that was the right thing to do in the current situation, rather than risk her life in the forest... Although, personally, Varya would have been willing to risk it for her friends and Futaba if necessary. Right now, in her alert half-sleep, the refitter hoped to be the first to hear the messengers returning to the academy with news, good or bad... But it would be better if it were good. Some of the fugitives had clearly already experienced enough bad news in their lives.

And the news arrived. At first, Varvara was quite nervous about the king's personal visit, but seeing the nine missing people, including Yukka and Stella, and the monarch's smiling, satisfied face, she sighed with relief. At least for now, the storm had passed.

The hastily organized evening event with the sleepy students gathered in the courtyard looked strange, although safe. It seemed that the king had finally decided to take some responsibility for his past misdeeds, and, as he himself said, he was in a good mood right now. But a villain remains a villain, even if he is now doing good deeds, and he is clearly doing so with the help of the one who is awkwardly clinging to his lap, as if on a playful improvised throne. Yes, what would they do without Futaba's sacrifice... It remained to be hoped that she would be able to keep her husband's mood in check for as long as possible.

The students' requests looked... Interesting. From the extremely strange and inappropriate, like those of Miho or Shera, to... Well, there were few good requests so far, except that Cassia could be understood; otherwise, it almost entirely looked like some kind of childish whims (although, of course, they are not children here...). Meanwhile, Varya was most concerned about Yukka's condition, lest such abrupt confessions cause her former roommate's head to hurt again (a glance in the appropriate direction, and at the same time in the direction of Jin and Stella, as unobtrusively as possible).

But a particular trial for Varya, cutting deep and hard, was Ikсора's request – and the ease and lack of hesitation with which it was granted. The refitter didn't immediately understand what was happening, and what was the meaning of all these words: bodyguard? Roommate? Varya didn't remember the redhead ever supporting Futaba, either in words or deeds, in the past, when the latter was just a downtrodden, lonely child, sleeping (or not sleeping) on the next bed, enduring her nightly painful moans... Not that there was any support after the ill-fated ceremony: even now, Varya remembered the scene of silent, disapproving silence at the first meeting of the disciplinary committee, in which Ikсора also participated... Only Futaba's explanations and, perhaps, herd instinct forced the red-haired automaton to accept the position, judging from the outside.

But now, when it came to real status and respect, Ikсора was the first to ask for favors, and she immediately received them. An incomprehensible annoyance and jealousy struck Varya's chest like a knife, because she was already almost certain that her and Futaba's destinies were connected. Did the refitter hope for the position of bodyguard? Well, she didn't think of it as some kind of immutable, fundamental goal, but rather as a future possible reward for all her efforts, a reward that she would earn not out of arrogance or greed, but rather because, well, who else could be entrusted with such a task? That's bad enough, but in addition, she was being kicked out of the room, without even bothering to look at her or ask her, like a naughty puppy (was it because she didn't arrive in time to help during the attack? Well, sorry...).

Never mind, maybe it's easier for her... She won't have to tie her future life to Sakuramoria, with all its problems, with all its crazy and overly aggressive rulers and princes, bloodthirsty, dull-witted warlords, eccentric wizards, and teachers who don't care about anyone... All roads are open to her, what is there to regret?