Chapter 66

13. Midterm Exams

The incident of the monster attack at the Bernstein Manor could not be kept secret. The Duke could not avoid responsibility and canceled this year's birthday party. Although the manor did not announce what exactly had happened, people had already heard all sorts of rumors about the two whales. The giant whales, emitting a dazzling light, were so large that it was impossible to ignore them even if one wanted to.

"Be more selective about the missions you take. If there's someone forcing you to accept a mission, let me know. It's fine to use violence. Giuseppe is very curious about the news that you are the Dawn Mage who commands the whales. There will be a gathering of high-ranking families after the exam period, so please share the story then.

-Your father R."

"The Dawn Mage who commands the whales? Who came up with such a cheesy name?"

Ding!

[Throne 'Black Flame Prince' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Ha, pitiful. If I had seen that scene, I wouldn't have called you just 'Dawn.' I would have named you the 'Black Dragon Slayer.]

I didn't face a black dragon, nor did I slaughter anything.

Elouise said, "Some people call you the 'Angel Without Wings'..."

"Stop it!"

I turned to Elouise with a horrified expression at the chilling nickname.

"Who said such a thing? I need to send an assassin."

Should I ask Damian?

Elouise, who seemed to prefer the 'Angel Without Wings' over the 'Dawn Mage,' passionately argued.

"Oh, it's not a bad name at all. You've tamed not only magical creatures but also ghosts. That's something only the celestial beings can do."

This is too much.

I can't let my brain be polluted by this abnormal conversation.

I quickly gathered my school bag and headed outside.

During my morning reading time on the way to school, I read a textbook in my major instead of an interesting magic book.

The midterm exam season is coming up.

"Thinking about my grades, joining the student council seems like a good decision..."

I earned a substantial amount of extra credit from two missions.

Just that alone makes me feel rich, but thanks to the generous gifts from the Bernstein Manor, my personal wealth has grown uncontrollably.

I was walking the path of a wealthy person smoothly.

"I have too much money now."

I don't really have a place to spend it.

Ding!

[Throne 'Clerk' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Clyde is a blessing~ Not even holding Theresa back~ Finding ways to make money on his own~ He's the god of support~]

"Hey, did you really watch the broadcast? Why couldn't I feel that?"

During this Bernstein Duke's quest, a noticeable change occurred.

Clyde gained a fan base.

'Why?'

I didn't do anything except make me angry.

"Tastes are diverse. That's why we put four male leads in the story."

The important thing wasn't that Clyde gained a fan base.

"Hehe. I can't wait to take the level test."

Recently, I've been a bit arrogant.

There's a reason for that.

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[Teresa Squire]

Description: Squire Lady

Age: 22

Magic Level: A-

Intelligence: B+

Magic Power: A (99,999/99,999)

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Look at this!

My intelligence and total magic power have increased!

Ding!

[Throne 'Gambler' has donated 10,000 coins.]

[Easter egg scam;]

"It's a developer's privilege."

After taking the legendary magic power enhancement potion, my magic power returned to A grade.

However, the numbers changed.

My original total magic power was 12,034, but now it's 99,999.

Hehe. I didn't expect this effect.

If it had increased by just 10,000 more, it would have been A+, but excessive greed invites trouble.

I'm satisfied with the current state.

After listening to Professor Felix's lecture for a while, my intelligence quickly reached B+.

Smooth. Very smooth.

"Hehe. Hehehe."

"Why are you chuckling like that? It's annoying from the start."

Mimosa, who had just entered the lobby, snapped irritably.

Today, Mimosa's voice sounds like the chirping of a nightingale.

"Hi? Good morning, Mimosa."

"Your annoying laugh ruined my good mood."

"You're always like that. Hang in there."

"What?!"

Then, Damian's voice came from behind.

"You two still get along well."

It was a statement that only someone with a problem in their head could make.

Mimosa turned around with a swish.

"Damian~!"

Damian was as fresh as ever today.

His silver round glasses perched on his cold face, his loosely tied tie, and his smooth figure that couldn't be hidden by the school uniform.

He truly had the image of a fresh high school star fitting for a school setting.

"Hi."

Such a man greeting us kindly.

"Ah, hi...!"

Mimosa almost fainted in ecstasy.

I felt sorry for Mimosa, who was deceived by the surface and couldn't see the essence.

Tsk tsk. Her eye for men is so poor.

However, Damian wasn't popular only with girls like Mimosa.

"Damian! Are you going to the gym at lunchtime? It's a bet today, so don't skip it!"

"Hey, we need to plan first! Damian, let's go now!"

Damian, who was about to move with us, smiled apologetically at the calls of his friends.

"See you later."

He was very popular with his male friends as well.

He was a completely different type of person from Clyde, who got along with everyone.

Mimosa pointed this out.

"Our Damian is really kind, handsome, and polite. Unlike someone else."

"Indeed."

"...Why are you reacting like that? Why aren't you saying the usual nonsense about Clyde being better?"

"It's about respecting tastes."

"...?? Is that an insult?"

Mimosa had a puzzled look, not understanding the meaning.

Then, true to her bold nature, she asked her question.

"By the way, how long do you plan to keep Damian in your scholarship foundation?"

After thinking for three seconds, I answered.

"Just until this year."

Mimosa's face lit up at my words.

"Really? ...This year means graduation, so you mean you'll keep him until the end! Are you mocking me?!"

She understood faster than I expected.

I left Mimosa, who was jumping around, and continued walking.

Then, I reached a very strange space and had to stop in my tracks.

"...Why is this place plastered with Clyde?"

I never created such a private and desire-filled place in Valhalla.

However, the lobby was very wide and could be used as an exhibition space.

In a space filled with lavish pictures reminiscent of idol album concept photos, I opened my mouth wide.

A small but sturdy sign was shyly attached to the wall.

"Clyde Art Exhibition"

"Lady Teresa."

At that moment, young ladies wearing items that openly revealed their art student status, such as aprons, bandanas, and artist hats, approached me.

They were familiar faces from the Art Club orientation.

That means they are all members of the Art Club.

The young ladies, with expressions of great enlightenment like martial artists who had undergone intense training, said to me.

"Lady Teresa was right. Depression from lack leads to the birth of the soul of creation. We couldn't see Lord Clyde, so we kept imagining his appearance and couldn't help but burn with an uncontrollable artistic spirit."

What is that supposed to mean?

"This space was arranged by the president to officially recognize our creative activities as club activities. The exhibition will run for a week."

"...Okay. I'm glad you're happy."

I don't know what to think anymore.

The school seems to be heading towards an unknown destination, breaking free from its constraints.

I arrived at the alchemy joint research lab, knocked on the door, and went inside.

Inside the lab, only Rainy was there.

Well, who would be cutting and boiling magical plants in front of a pot from the morning?

Rainy was mixing potions with sunken eyes.

Elouise placed a lunch box she had prepared separately next to her.

"Here, breakfast."

Rainy put down the potion with the air of someone who would make an excellent mad scientist.

If she wore a white coat and a large pair of glasses that made her eyes invisible, she would look like the second Professor Felix.

"I have enough money to buy breakfast now."

Still, she quickly opened the lunch box I had brought and started eating.

"You have money, but you don't buy it because you're too busy with research. How long do you plan to keep making the foundation president bring you meals?"

Rainy, while chewing her food, passed me a vial with a careless hand.