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Chapter 144: I’ve Beco Popular
Two Young Heroes Who Returned Alive from the Ninth Floor of the Demon Dungeon!
This was the major headline in this morning’s newspaper.
Is this really sothing worth such a big headline?
It seems like the imperial family has been in turmoil lately.
This is probably just a distraction.
I even talked about this with Professor Vega.
Since I survived the ninth floor of the Demon Dungeon, I needed information about the environnt there.
During our discussion, I inford her that there were traces of a door opening on the ninth floor.
"There’s a possibility that an Apostle erged."
Vega pondered deeply over my words before nodding.
"The fact that the Demon Dungeon opened so quickly this ti might be related. You did well finding out."
She praised for gathering this information.
"There's soone in my generation who has studied the Demon Dungeon in detail. I’ll consult them."
"Please do."
If Vega trusts them, then it should be fine to leave it to them.
I just hope that nothing serious cos of it.
Regardless, thanks to this event, I’ve beco a well-known figure at the academy.
Even the first-year students all rember my na.
I suppose I’ve been making a na for myself recently, but I never expected to find myself in this kind of situation.
I blinked at the female student standing in front of .
For the record, this was my first ti seeing her.
She was a year below , and she handed a love letter with her head bowed.
"Uh… why are you giving this?"
As I took the letter, she quickly blurted out the words she had been preparing.
"I was drawn to you after watching your incredible performance in the individual match! But when I heard that you might not return, my heart sank… That’s when I realized I have feelings for you!"
She really put effort into this.
I couldn't be too harsh on soone who was confessing their feelings.
But that didn’t an I could accept it.
"Sorry, I have a fiancée."
I decided to use my pre-prepared excuse.
"That’s okay!"
However, she didn’t back down.
"An engagent is just sothing arranged by adults!"
The students at Zerion Academy sure are bold.
Even so, I couldn’t just let this slide.
"I’m really sorry, but I don’t have any interest in dating anyone right now."
I gently placed the letter back into her hands and walked away, leaving the heartbroken girl behind.
‘I never expected to be called out just to receive a confession.’
Life sure has its surprises.
Back when I was actively competing, I was popular among the guys, but never among the girls.
I guess you never really know how life will turn out.
‘My reputation has skyrocketed too much.’
The scale of the events I’ve been involved in recently has been massive.
My na was already spreading by word of mouth, and with the individual tournant and now this major headline, everything escalated rapidly.
At that mont, I noticed a familiar red head peeking out from behind a wall.
She pouted her lips.
"Must be nice, huh? Getting confessions now and all."
Seron Parmia.
As always, her forehead was gleaming.
"It’s nice to be liked by soone."
"Hmph, you look way too happy about it."
"You’d feel the sa."
Seron flinched slightly and averted her gaze, then hesitantly tugged at my sleeve.
"Well, if… if you’d like, I could love you even more."
If she had a tail, it would be wagging furiously.
But then, her expression suddenly darkened.
"Now that I think about it, this is ridiculous. Why is everyone making such a fuss all of a sudden? You usually just call ‘Prince Sweet Potato’ and complain."
Seron had always been by my side.
But even her ears had picked up how noisy the academy had beco about .
Not to ntion Isabel—she had always been famous at the academy.
"Isn’t it a good thing that people see you in a better light?"
"I just don’t like how quickly they change their tune."
To be fair, Seron didn’t like at first either.
But after spending so much ti together, we naturally ended up where we are now.
If I accepted her feelings, we could start dating imdiately.
But I don’t know what love is. I couldn’t do that.
If I were to date soone, I’d want it to be serious.
I don’t want to enter a shallow relationship that disrespects the other person’s feelings.
"Yeah, not many people recognized my good points as early as you did, Seron."
"That’s right. So treat well. Appreciate more. Be grateful that such a pretty girl likes you!"
Hearing complint her made her puff up with pride, spouting whatever ca to her mind.
She really is consistent.
"By the way, Seron, I was thinking of going out today."
Seron and I had made a promise.
Right now, we were in a short three-day break after the Autumn Demon Dungeon Battle.
It was just enough ti to go out for a bit.
The mont I brought up our planned outing, Seron’s expression shifted instantly.
Her eyes sparkled with excitent.
"Finally! I need to get ready, so et in front of the dorm in an hour and a half!"
"You need an hour and a half just to get ready?"
"You really don’t understand anything, do you? Girls take ti to prepare!"
"Girls?"
Before she could pounce on , I quickly made my escape.
Which left with an hour and a half of free ti.
I didn’t have many clothes besides my uniform.
Hannon’s wardrobe consisted mostly of casual clothes, and nothing particularly fancy.
So, I was just aimlessly heading toward the boys' dormitory when I spotted another familiar figure.
ssy hair that looked like a broom, round glasses, and a small fra.
Foara was peeking around the entrance of the boys' dormitory, scanning the surroundings suspiciously.
His behavior was so shady that I instinctively approached him quietly.
Then, just as he turned to look the other way, I placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Gotcha, you little rascal."
"Gyaaah!"
Foara shrieked and tumbled to the ground.
I wasn’t expecting such an intense reaction.
"Foara, why do you look so guilty?"
"Ah, senior Hannon."
Foara sighed in relief and slowly got up, then glanced around cautiously before letting out another sigh.
"It’s just… Senior Beaquirin has been acting really strange lately."
"Beaquirin?"
Beaquirin Monem.
The top spirit mage.
Before Foara ca along, she was the number one student in the Special Magic Departnt’s Spirit Studies division.
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But after Foara contracted a Spirit King, Beaquirin was pushed to second place.
For her, Foara was a bitter rival.
"Did sothing happen?"
Hearing the question, Foara let out a sigh.
It seed like he had been through quite a bit.
"Even before the individual match, she didn’t really like . But after I won, she follows wherever I go and keeps spying on with spirits."
Spying with spirits.
Hearing that, my gaze turned peculiar.
"She also keeps saying I’m too thin and small, so she brings lunchboxes every day, insisting that I need to eat. But the seasoning is really strange. And every ti, she asks if it tastes good. I think she’s trying to tornt ."
"……."
I couldn’t say anything.
Because all of this was an event that occurred when Beaquirin's affection level reached a certain point.
"Why does senior Beaquirin dislike so much? She’s already amazing—so much so that I respect her. If I did sothing wrong, I’d like to know."
Foara looked dejected.
Was this how Card felt when he looked at ?
Now, I understood why he always looked at with such a disappointed face.
"Foara, what do you think of Beaquirin?"
Foara raised his head and gave a sheepish smile.
"She’s the most impressive spirit scholar senior I know. Even with her talent, she never stops working hard."
A character who is not only talented but also puts in effort.
That was Beaquirin.
"Compared to her, the only thing special about is my contract with the Spirit Lord. Other than that, I’m nothing noteworthy. Maybe she dislikes because of that."
"Because you defeated her in the individual match?"
During the international individual match, it was Foara who defeated Beaquirin.
It hadn’t been a one-sided battle—rather, it had been a close match.
That fight had clearly been a battle of perseverance.
Which one of them had more endurance?
And in the end, the one who had just a bit more was Foara.
"To be honest, the only reason I won was thanks to you, senior Hannon."
"I wasn’t even there."
"Haha, right before I was about to collapse, I rembered how you always stand your ground against your enemies."
Foara clenched his fists tightly.
As a spirit mage, he didn’t have much physical strength, but the determination in his grip was real.
"You always show unwavering will, Senior."
I hadn’t expected this.
"If I hadn’t thought of you at that mont, I would’ve lost."
I never imagined that my actions would influence others this much.
"I won because of you, Senior."
Foara looked at with eyes shining brightly.
It was the complete opposite of what I had seen long ago, during the boycott.
Back then, there had been no light in his eyes.
Just like how many people connected to had changed, so had Foara.
For so reason, that fact made happy.
Because it made feel like I could change even more people in the future.
"Foara."
So, I decided to tell him.
"Run."
Before I even finished speaking, Beaquirin had already lunged at Foara.
"Aaaah!"
"Foara, my dear junior, say that again if you dare?"
Beaquirin pinned Foara down and rcilessly squished his cheeks.
She must have been secretly eavesdropping through her spirit, even though Foara was contracted to a Spirit Lord.
That was so serious determination.
"You really don’t understand people’s feelings at all!"
"I-I’m sorry!"
I agreed.
Watching Foara repeatedly apologize, I felt a bit sorry for him.
But in the end, love isn’t one-sided—it has to be mutual.
This was sothing Beaquirin had to resolve herself.
"Good luck."
I just hoped Foara wouldn’t break under the pressure as I quietly stepped back.
If I got involved now, it might get troubleso.
‘I should get ready to et Seron.’
That’s what I was thinking as I backed away.
"Hannon."
Then, suddenly, my na was called.
I turned toward the familiar voice and saw navy-blue hair.
A girl with a rather sulky expression was staring at .
"Sharin?"
Before I could even question her sudden appearance, she walked up to and raised her fist.
Thump!
Sharin lightly thumped my chest with a displeased expression.
"What’s wrong?"
Even as I asked, she silently threw a few more soft punches.
With my body as tough as steel, they felt like nothing more than featherlight taps.
But after a few more punches, she seed satisfied.
She looked proud, as if she had just scolded a wrongdoer.
"Husband, stop charming people left and right."
I had no idea what I had done wrong.
"You’re going on a date with Seron, right?"
"Yeah, I was just getting ready to head out."
I couldn’t lie, so I answered truthfully.
Sharin imdiately swung another soft punch at .
"Take with you."
What was this now?
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