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Chapter 73: Do You Want to Boycott Together?
Although I had secured a heroine to clear the scenario, I was still faced with yet another problem.
That was the fact that I still lacked the numbers needed to boycott the student council.
Honestly, I had no idea where I was going to find them.
‘For now…’
I compiled a list of the existing boycott candidates in my mind.
I had already inford Rojamin about them.
They were people who originally held grievances against the student council and academy.
If they were interested, they would surely listen to Rojamin.
Among them, I planned to persuade the key figures personally.
‘I’ll et those guys as Vikamon, not Hannon, but…’
The person I would et today would respond much better to Hannon’s appearance.
Click—
When I opened the familiar door, I was greeted by an unfamiliar scene.
Books were stacked everywhere, and papers were scattered across the room.
In the chair where soone else would usually sit and work sat a boy and several others.
This was the student council office.
It was currently vacant because the vice president, Nikita, was absent.
“Oh, Hannon, you’re here?”
A man who was busy moving a quill pen with a pained expression looked up, his face brightening at the sight of .
The man, with light blond hair and a cheerful face that marked him as handso, was—
Sylvester Drapen.
He was the president of the Zerion Academy student council.
Furthermore, he was the youngest son of the Drapen Duke, one of the empire’s four great ducal families.
This was also the reason why the Robliage faction was so intent on dragging down the student council.
‘The Drapen Duke supports the first prince.’
If the student council fell, all of the bla would land squarely on Sylvester.
By disgracing Sylvester and allowing Iris to restore the student council’s authority, it would lend strength to their political faction.
My gaze fell once again on Sylvester.
Sylvester’s nickna was ‘the incompetent loafer’.
Born into the Drapen family, he had nothing worth inheriting from the duchy.
On top of that, he wasn’t particularly exceptional in his personal abilities.
However, thanks to the backing of the Drapen family na and his decent outward appearance, he rose to the position of president.
‘It didn’t help that there were no other suitable candidates among the third years.’
For that reason, he had relied on the vice president, Nikita, to handle most of his responsibilities.
But with Nikita’s absence due to the recent incident, the flood of work overwheld him day after day.
During the school term, the workload was manageable, but at the start of a new sester, the student council’s responsibilities multiplied exponentially.
However, Nikita had managed to juggle this work alongside her training.
It was a reminder of just how competent Nikita truly was.
“You’re working hard.”
Although the student council office had seen less foot traffic since Nikita’s disappearance, I had continued to frequent it regularly.
To stage a boycott, I needed constant intel on the current state of the student council.
And today, I had a specific reason for coming here.
“Foara.”
“Yes, senior?”
Foara, who was diligently moving last year’s files, quickly responded when I called his na.
Foara Silin.
A contractor of the Spirit Sovereign.
A key figure in Act 4’s student council boycott.
I smiled warmly at Foara as I helped him avoid spilling the files.
“Let’s talk for a bit later.”
Want to boycott the student council together?
* * *
After finishing his duties in the student council office, I walked ho with Foara.
“Yes, that’s right. That happened back then.”
Foara conversed with spirits that were invisible to my eyes.
No matter how many tis I saw it, it still amazed .
It felt like watching soone talk to ghosts.
“Ah, I’m sorry, senior. The spirits are unusually chatty today.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
The spirits always supported Foara.
They deserved so care in return.
When I made lighthearted comnts, Foara smiled through his glasses.
At first, Foara often seed nervous, but after one sester, he had adapted well to the academy.
He was noticeably more confident.
It seed like he was living up to the title of the Spirit Lord’s contractor.
‘I’ve also gained the Fla of Fire Spirit.’
Unfortunately, the spirits still refused to appear before .
Vikamon’s affinity with spirits was as hopeless as ever.
“So, why did you call aside today?”
Thankfully, Foara brought up the main topic himself.
“Foara, do you rember what we talked about last ti?”
“What we talked about last ti…?”
“You said you’d do a favor.”
Foara blinked and then clenched his fists with determination, nodding eagerly.
“Yes, of course! I was able to contract with the Spirit Lord thanks to you, senior! Just say the word!”
What a reliable junior. I smiled warmly.
“Foara, recently, there’s been a group forming to reject the student council.”
“A boycott?”
“Do you rember the incident with Nikita?”
Foara’s face darkened imdiately.
Although he wasn’t as close to Nikita as I was, Foara had still gotten along well with her.
Nikita treated juniors without discrimination, so Foara deeply respected her as well.
Despite the ti that had passed, Nikita’s absence was still deeply felt.
It was clear that the situation weighed on Foara’s mind.
“It seems they’re trying to use that incident as leverage to stage a boycott.”
“How could they… Nikita senior worked so hard to make the school a better place! To exploit her suffering like that… Those are so unbelievable bastards.”
I could feel Foara’s strong sense of opposition.
It was surprising how much he had changed.
Back then, Foara himself had led the boycott.
But now, he was firmly on the student council’s side.
“That’s why I need you to infiltrate the boycott group.”
“…What?”
Foara looked dumbfounded.
Just monts ago, he had been seething with anger over Nikita’s incident.
Now I was asking him to join the boycott?
He couldn’t believe his ears.
I needed to persuade him carefully.
“Think about it. If soone from the student council—like you—expresses dissatisfaction, what would the boycott group think?”
“…They’d welco with open arms?”
“Exactly. To them, you’d be the perfect spy and a symbol of legitimacy. But as a mber of the student council, you would…”
“Oh, you want to be a spy!”
Foara’s expression shifted as he nodded in understanding.
“Correct.”
Of course, under my direction, Foara would actually lead the boycott group.
But as long as I positioned him as the student council’s spy, I could pull him out whenever I needed.
“But… will I be able to play the role of a spy well?”
Foara wasn’t exactly soone who excelled at acting.
A pure-hearted young man.
That description suited Foara perfectly.
For soone like him, pretending to be a spy was a daunting task.
“What are you talking about? Foara, no one can do it better than you.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. More importantly, you have spirits that no one else can see. With their eyes, it’ll be easy to gather information.”
“…Would the spirits even help with that?”
They definitely would.
Foara adored the spirits and treated them well, but spirits operated under strict hierarchies.
As a contractor of the Spirit Lord, anything Foara ordered—short of their annihilation—would be done without question.
“Trust , Foara. You’re the junior I trust the most in the student council.”
“A-ah, um, ahem.”
Foara coughed awkwardly, clearly embarrassed.
I didn’t particularly enjoy seeing a grown man blush.
I’d stop the praise here.
‘I miss the days when I praised Nikita.’
Nikita, I miss you.
I hope I’ll hear more news about you soon.
anwhile, Foara puffed out his chest confidently.
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His eyes were brimming with newfound determination.
“Yes, senior! You can count on ! I’ll perform my role as a spy flawlessly!”
That’s the simple yet reliable Foara I knew.
“I’m counting on you.”
With that, I successfully planted Foara in the boycott group.
Now all that was left was to pull in the other key figures of the boycott.
Fortunately, I know their weaknesses that will force them to join.
And the one shaking those weaknesses is Vikamon.
Third-rate villain, Vikamon Niflheim.
I shall lead this boycott to success.
* * *
Preparations for the boycott proceeded smoothly.
At first, the number of people was far too insufficient, but thanks to Rojamin and Aerin, who were moved by my words and worked hard, we managed to gather a decent number of mbers.
On top of that, those whose weaknesses I held had no choice but to join the boycott while swallowing their tears.
“You devil, how did you find the poem I wrote for my first love…?”
“Sniff, I never liked the student council anyway, but using that against is too cruel.”
“…How did you find out I ate clams and drew a map in the carriage?”
Here and there, victims erged, but the boycott team filled up well enough.
Thanks to that, I thought there would be no problems until the set boycott date.
‘Now, all that’s left is for Iris to make contact.’
I intended to leave Iris’s contact to Rojamin.
Of course, since the scenario is a precarious tightrope walk,
I planned to secretly observe things when the ti ca.
I thought everything would go smoothly like that.
But I faced a completely unexpected problem.
“Good morning. Morning training again today? You’re so diligent.”
The daily morning training with Aisha.
Recently, a new participant joined that training.
The owner of honey-blonde hair, wearing shorts and a light jacket, sticking close to .
Isabel Luna.
She was there.
“…….”
Aisha quietly looked at .
It was a question asking, What on earth is going on?
I didn’t know either.
During our conversation that day, Isabel declared that she would stop .
I naturally interpreted that as her trying to stop the boycott.
But apparently, Isabel had sothing more fundantal in mind.
‘Don’t tell she’s trying to fundantally change .’
Isabel stood beside with a bright face.
Her smile held the determination to turn my anger into positive energy.
I felt a headache creeping in.
This cheerful, main heroine energy of hers.
Well, this is partly why I liked Isabel in the first place.
After killing Nikita with his own hands,
Lucas suffers a deep wound to his heart.
This wound continues to grow until it eventually destroys Lucas.
At the end of Act 4, Isabel comforts and encourages Lucas.
And upon seeing Lucas rise again, Isabel begins to hold him in her heart.
Even as soone who enjoyed the Fla Butterfly arc, I really liked that scene.
It’s the mont when Isabel, who was always just the childhood friend, awakens as the main heroine.
As soone playing the protagonist, I couldn’t help but love that mont.
‘Hmm?’
As I thought about that, I suddenly froze.
Right now, there’s no Lucas in this world.
Instead, I’ve taken on part of Lucas’s role to move the scenario forward.
Given the current situation,
I appear to Isabel as soone angry and wounded by Nikita’s death.
Even if this was sothing I fabricated that coincidentally lined up,
it was only natural that Isabel would see that way.
This ans that if the scenario continues as it is,
I’ll follow the sa process as Lucas.
Isabel will fall for .
‘No, not quite.’
Lucas was Isabel’s childhood friend.
I’m her rival.
At best, Isabel might feel proud of for letting go of my resentnt,
but there’s no way she’ll fall for .
‘So I don’t really need to worry about that.’
The problem is that, having replaced Lucas’s role,
Isabel seems determined to stick by my side for the foreseeable future.
“…Aisha, let’s train.”
But there’s nothing I can do about it.
Just because Isabel joined doesn’t an I can skip training.
Aisha nodded.
We proceeded with our usual training routine.
Isabel kept up with the training well enough.
She was, after all, a top student in 2nd-year martial arts.
Naturally, she could follow along with most training.
The problem was that the training we did wasn’t exactly normal.
“Huff, huff, are you two insane? Ah, spit, huh, do you really go this far?”
Isabel gawked at the dozens of kilos of iron pouches strapped to our backs and arms.
Aisha and I exchanged glances.
Then, smiles crept across our faces.
“To think you’d complain over sothing this light.”
“Senior Isabel, you’re surprisingly weak, aren’t you?”
Aisha and I got along well.
A vein quietly bulged on Isabel’s forehead.
As soone who studies martial arts, her pride was pricked.
She had been provoked.
“Weak, huh?”
Isabel gripped the iron pouches tightly and pulled herself to her feet.
“That’s not sothing I’ve ever heard before.”
That’s the spirit.
“Aisha, let’s keep going.”
“Yes, senior.”
We resud our morning training.
Isabel followed us stubbornly, but in the end, she completely collapsed midway through.
We, too, had pushed ourselves unnecessarily to tease Isabel.
So we decided to call it a day.
“Ugh, huuuh…”
Isabel trembled, struggling to steady her wobbly legs on her way back to the dorm.
I quietly watched her before stepping closer.
Isabel flinched.
“Y-You don’t have to help !”
“I wasn’t going to.”
I simply passed her by, heading toward the male dormitory, which was farther away than the female dormitory.
I had to move quickly if I wanted to wash up and avoid being late.
Isabel stared blankly after .
Then, she seed to recall the nature of our relationship.
“Senior, let help you.”
“Mm, thanks…”
Isabel quietly accepted Aisha’s support.
“You don’t sll of sweat at all.”
Aisha comnted softly, and Isabel’s face turned a deep shade of red as she bowed her head.
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