Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 74



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 74

Soyang(1)

Late at night.

I went up to the roof of the hotel. I unfolded the easel and folding chair that I had prepared in advance.

I sat quietly and looked at the night view of the Hanging Garden. There was a moon in front of me, and the clouds on the horizon reflected the moonlight like a mirror.

The scenery was enough to be used as an assignment.

“… … how is it.”

Suddenly, a voice came from behind me.

There is a person who suddenly appears without any pretense of popularity. Did it come by flying in the sky?

“It’s a hanging garden that Libra is proud of.”

He said that and came next to me. His gray hair swayed in the wind.

“Isn’t this scenery just perfect? “For writing as an assignment.”

Bellingham Cantha.

I answered sullenly.

“That’s right.”

“ruler.”

Suddenly Bellingham held out a box.

“What is this?”

“It’s a magic core. I don’t know why Senior wants this. “Is pension or enchantment your hope for the future?”

You already brought me what I said 3 hours ago.

I opened the box lid. The magic core was wrapped in luxurious velvet.

“The warranty is also enclosed.”

“Oh, yes.”

Magic cores have origins and grades. In terms of origin, the ghost’s magic core is the most despised, the monster’s magic core is average, and the magic core that naturally occurs in plants or minerals, especially gems, is recognized as the highest quality.

[Origin: Plant]

[Grade: A]

Jade’s gift was a grade A magic core with plant origin.

It’s a bit small, but this would cost 70,000 to 80,000 Ren. As expected from Jade, she is big.

“and. oh my god. “Please tell me thank you.”

To be honest, I don’t feel any gratitude towards Libra. Still, when I see these words coming out so often, I guess I’m getting used to it.

This is a good phenomenon.

“Rather than that, it’s surprising. “It’s so easy to win the favor of Libra’s immediate descendants.”

Bellingham put his hand on the railing.

“But if you don’t have the ability to support it, it won’t last long.”

It was a warning, or advice. If people like Escher or Kane had said this, it would have been ignored, but Bellingham is a director.

A plaque that only monsters can reach, the highest rank among knights.

The minimum qualification to become a supervisor is an active second rank engineer. Usually, when you graduate from the Magic University’s Knight Department, you become a senior knight, and there you also take a ranking test.

Most graduates are rated 8th rank, and elite knights from prestigious universities start at 6th rank or higher on average.

However, as soon as Bellingham graduated from Edcilla College, he passed the examination to become a supervisor.

To some extent, this is similar to passing the bar exam before graduating from college and becoming a chief prosecutor immediately after graduating from college.

“what. My abilities may not be as good as yours. Still, I am confident.”

Bellingham laughed quietly.

“great. Let’s say you have that level of ability and enter the Hanging Garden. Then, you will have to pick another line from among your direct lineage.”

It seemed like something was going on. Are you trying to at least acknowledge me? It feels good, but it also feels like shit.

he asked vaguely.

“Are you also Lord Jade?”

I tried my best to control my facial expressions.

Jade is rotten, but she shouldn’t show it.

“… … no.”

“Then who is it?”

I held the palette in one hand. He answered by spreading paint on it.

“Zia.”

“Jia, Jia… … .”

Bellingham repeated with a slightly puzzled tone.

“Are you talking about the youngest Miss Zia?”

“yes.”

“hmm… … “Why?”

“Because I know my craft.”

“hmm.”

The response is lukewarm. After all, not even Bellingham knows what kind of claws Gia is hiding yet.

It probably means that they hide themselves well.

“Are you saying you don’t want to get caught up in a succession dispute?”

Contrary to Bellingham’s speculation, Libra’s owner in the distant future will not be Zedric, Jade, or Jahanna.

Zia.

It’s only her.

“yes. “I think we’re just there.”

Rather than sticking with the loser and working like crazy to make him win, stick with the winner and act loyal.

My bowl is exactly that size.

“… … .”

Bellingham fell silent. He seemed disappointed, but he didn’t care.

I picked up a brush. We mixed paints appropriate for the night sky. Oil painting on canvas. The scenery was captured on canvas.

“The more I look at it, the more I see that it is a talent that art schools will covet.”

“Because it’s a hobby. There is no use in coveting it.”

“It’s a shame.”

Slurp – Bellingham, who was watching the canvas, briefly asked again.

“College Board. What do you think when you try it? “Can I get into a national university?”

I answered by drawing the moon.

“It’s a fait accompli.”

Foot. Bellingham laughed as if it were amusing.

“I like your confidence.”

* * *

At the same time, Jade’s office.

“… … hmm.”

He is looking at his own portrait hanging on one of the walls.

The deep and intense colors seem as if the light was transferred and transplanted, and the dark rose behind it is dark, as if only the shadows were removed with a blade and sanded. Such vivid light and dark collide with each other on the canvas and emit light.

The brush filled with emotion is reminiscent of a piece from a master, and is imbued with a passionate and unique respect for Jade herself.

“Good.”

Very satisfied.

Jade placed this masterpiece in the most luxurious frame and hung it in her office, across from her desk.

“… … hmm.”

However, I am somehow a little dissatisfied.

Not the canvas, but the location.

It’s fine when standing and watching, but when I sit down, something doesn’t seem right.

He got up and picked up the picture frame. He moved a little further to the right. Since it was an artifact-grade frame, there was no need for nailing.

“hmm… … .”

Jade looked as she stepped back. I watched as I slowly moved to either side of her. She saw from close up and from afar.

It feels a little unnatural.

Jade picked up the canvas again and placed it behind the entrance to the office.

“hmm.”

I touched my chin and contemplated it.

The lighting is just right, and it’s satisfying to watch while sitting in the office chair, but it’s not really noticeable.

I can’t help but see a good canvas like this. Whether you are a guest or a secretary, it is right to leave it there so that you can see it as soon as you enter the office.

Jade moved the picture frame again. This time behind the office desk.

“hmm… … .”

He devoted his precious time to the interior design, although to be honest, he wasn’t busy at all, so he devoted three precious hours to the interior design.

* * *

The next day, Tuesday morning.

I returned to Endex in time. It was thanks to Libra personally taking me there.

My condition was also pretty good. The driver’s driving was so perfect that I slept the entire way.

[Latinelle]

When I entered the Ratinelle classroom, Elise and Raye were the first thing I saw. The two were sitting together, but in different postures. Elise was reading the script, and Raye was squinting at her with a sad face.

“… … Ah, Zion!”

Then Raye called me and jumped up.

“Ellie keeps not showing me the script!”

Elise frowned at Raye’s pointing.

“You already got your part.”

“No, me too. “I want to read the next script!”

“You can’t do this because your behavior is light. “You’re going to show it around to other kids.”

“What?! no it’s not!”

It was indeed a reason that was agreeable to some extent.

I sat down without saying anything.

“Zion! Writer! Hey, come on! “I’m also on the theater team, so why am I- Huh.”

At that moment, Professor Beace appeared. Raye quickly went back and sat down.

“Nice to meet you, everyone~”

Beace looked at me.

“I heard that the script was completed. By any chance, can I receive it?”

I looked back at Elise. Elise took out an old-fashioned book from her bag. It was a leather hardcover copy of the script [The Bard].

“… … “Why don’t you give it to me?”

While Raye was glaring at her with lustful eyes, Elise handed it to Professor Beace. Beace accepted it and smiled.

“yes. I’ll read it during break. Well then, shall we start class? Please turn to page 77 of chapter 5.”

That’s how today’s lecture began.

“This print is from the Latinel newspaper. There was a press even in ancient times, and the words used in the press were different from the words used in everyday life… … .”

She lectured on ‘Using Latinel in Public Places’ in her usual friendly tone.

As usual, I fought against drowsiness and pretended not to sleep as much as possible.

“… … oh. “The time has come to this.”

10:30 am.

90 minutes after class started.

“I’ll just take a 20-minute break.”

Professor Beace left the classroom with the script, but came back before recess was over.

“This script. Was it really written by a Zion student?”

Her face was unusually flushed as she asked excitedly.

… … .

After Latinel class ended. As soon as I came out into the hallway, I was startled. There were a lot of people gathered.

“ah. There it is. “That person is Zion.”

Miller, a college student on the theater team, pointed at me. A dozen people turned around at the same time.

“Hello~”

“Is that friend a writer?”

“… … “Oh yes.”

As I was looking at each face, Elise approached me from behind.

“It’s the staff. They are all active duty. “I chose it.”

“okay?”

Now you can see that I am a staff member by my clothes. There are also a lot of things like laptops, microphones, and audio equipment on the floor.

“uh. work hard.”

“what?”

I tried to pass by but was caught by Elise.

“What are you doing so irresponsibly?”

“Ellidu, you’re being irresponsible by not giving me the script.”

Raye intervened, aiming for that moment. Elise ignored it.

“If you wrote the script, shouldn’t you also direct it?”

“Oh right.”

I almost forgot. I took out a notebook from my bag.

“What is this?”

“Conti.”

This is a storyboard I drew in the public garden before going to bed. A picture storyboard depicting the timeline of all the scenes in the ‘Bard’ musical that I have seen, written in pencil.

“This would be much better than me supervising.”

“What are you doing with the storyboard?” … .”

Elise opened her notebook. For a moment, her words stopped. Both eyes were fixed on the page. Raye also snooped over her shoulder.

“… … Wow. “Sion is really good at drawing.”

As Raye admires it, Elise secretly notices it and covers it up.

“Oh, how shameless you are not even showing this!”

Grumpy.

Elise said as she put the storybook in her inner pocket.

“what. This seems better than being supervised by you who doesn’t talk much. “More than that, have you prepared an outfit to greet you at the festival?”

“Why are you saying hello? “I’m not even an actor.”

“During the curtain call. The press will come too.”

Elise looked me up and down. She was slightly stung.

“I guess your only clothes are school uniform?”

This is a cowardly attack on facts. There is nothing worth wearing other than school uniform. Still, I wash it every day.

“You can buy it.”

“where?”

“There, Eastgate. “One set costs about 30 ren.”

“I’m talking about clothes to wear in public. At least at the level of Belloran or higher.”

Velorant is a mid-range luxury product that costs about 3,000 ren per piece.

“Do your ancestors give you money? uh? “If I ignore the chant, will I lose money?”

Of course, I also have money. Quite a few dark web DPs have also gathered. The problem is that you have to wash it to use it. Edsilla The National Tax Service is not an easy bunch.

“ha… … .”

Elise sighed and took out her long wallet. A stiff card came out of it.

“ruler.”

—Um, Mr. Miller~ Can you show me the script~? They won’t give me the script.

In the meantime, Raye had already caught up with Miller.

-haha… … okay?

—That’s why! Are you saying I’m memorizing the lines of Print Jjogariru?

-what… … Isn’t printing okay? Stay.

Miller also declined with a rather perplexed expression.

—Look what’s going on! One thing is not okay!

“what are you doing. “Take it.”

Elise urged, holding out a card. I asked back carefully.

“… … “Something expensive?”

“Do whatever you want.”

She answered coolly, put her wallet in her bag and walked briskly. Her staff and her college students also followed her.

“… … “What is he?”

I first checked the card.

[Edsilla Saerto Centurion Black]

[Elize Vanessa Petra Clarice]

Saerto Centurion Black. It is a black card with an unlimited limit. The annual fee for this would be 10,000 ren or something. This is really the world they live in.

I spoke quietly to Elise’s back.

“He said it was okay to buy something expensive.”