The World After the Bad Ending - Chapter 74



73 – Shall We Boycott Together?

I found the heroine who would clear the scenario.

But I was still faced with another problem.

That was, we still lacked the number of people needed to boycott the student council.

Honestly, I have no idea where to find them.

‘For now.’

I recalled and listed the existing boycott members.

I informed Rozamin about them.

They were originally dissatisfied with the student council and the academy.

If they were inclined, they would listen to Rozamin’s story.

Among them, I planned to persuade the main forces myself.

‘Those guys will be Vickerman, not Hannon.’

The guy I’m meeting this time responds much better to Hannon’s appearance.

Creak-

When I opened the familiar door, an unfamiliar scene unfolded.

Books stuck here and there, scattered materials.

And a boy and several people sitting in the chair where someone else usually worked.

This was the student council.

The student council where Vice President Nikita’s seat was vacant.

“Oh, Hannon, you’re here?”

The man, who had been moving a quill pen with a troubled face, looked up and showed his delight.

A man with light blonde hair and a handsome smiling face.

His name, which looked cheerful on the outside, was.

Sylvester Drapen

The student council president of Jerion Academy.

He was also the youngest son of the Duke of Drapen, one of the four great dukes of the empire.

This was also the reason why the Duke of Roblia was trying to bring down the student council.

‘The Duke of Drapen belongs to the first prince’s faction.’

If the student council falls, all the blame goes to the student council president, Sylvester.

If Sylvester falls and Iris regains the authority of the student council, it will also strengthen her political power.

My gaze once again fell on Sylvester.

Sylvester’s nickname.

It is “the incompetent idler.”

Born in Drapen, he has nothing to inherit from the ducal family.

That doesn’t mean his personal skills are particularly outstanding either.

But thanks to his backing from Drapen and his decent appearance, he rose to the position of president.

‘The fact that there were no suitable candidates among the third years must have played a part.’

Thus, he has been passing on various tasks to the vice president, Nikita, until now.

But Nikita was absent due to this incident.

As a result, he was overwhelmed with work day after day.

It’s manageable during the semester, but at the beginning of the semester, the student council has a lot to do.

However, Nikita managed this work alongside her training.

Once again, I realize Nikita’s competence.

“You’re working hard.”

Although the student council’s activity has decreased somewhat since Nikita disappeared, I still attended regularly.

To initiate a boycott, I need to keep up with the current student council’s information.

And today, I have a reason to visit the student council.

“Poara.”

“Ah, yes, senior!”

Poara, who was diligently moving last year’s materials, quickly responded to my words.

The contractor of the Spirit Lord.

A key figure in the Act 4 student council boycott.

Poara Silin.

I smiled gently as I helped Poara not to spill the materials.

“Let’s talk for a moment later.”

Shall we boycott the student council?

＊＊＊

After finishing the student council work.

I went home with Poara.

“Yes, that’s right. That happened last time.”

Poara conversed with spirits invisible to my eyes.

It was a sight I had seen many times, but it was still fascinating.

It felt like watching someone talk to ghosts.

“Ah, sorry, senior. The spirits are particularly chatty today.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

The spirits always supported Poara.

They needed to be taken care of.

When I joked, Poara smiled over her glasses.

At first, Poara often seemed anxious.

But now, after a semester, she had adapted to the academy and had become quite dignified.

It seemed like the prestige of being a contractor of the Spirit Lord had settled on her.

‘I, too, have embraced the flame of fire.’

Unfortunately, the spirits still did not show themselves to me.

Vikamon’s affinity with spirits was close to despair.

“So, what business did you call me for?”

Fortunately, Poara brought up the main topic first.

“Poara, do you remember what we talked about last time?”

“If you mean what we talked about last time.”

“I mean, you said you would do me a favor.”

Poara blinked.

Then she clenched her fists and nodded.

“Yes, of course. Thanks to you, senior, I was able to contract with the Spirit Lord! Just tell me!”

Such a reliable junior.

I smiled broadly.

“Poara, recently, a group has emerged that wants to boycott the student council.”

“A boycott?”

“Do you remember the incident with Senior Nikita recently?”

Poara’s face darkened immediately.

Although not as much as I did, Poara got along well with Nikita.

Nikita was someone who treated juniors without discrimination.

So even Poara followed Nikita very well.

Despite quite some time having passed, Nikita’s absence was still felt.

Perhaps because of that, Poara also felt uneasy about Nikita’s situation.

“It seems like they’re trying to use that incident as an excuse to boycott.”

“Such a vile act… How much effort did Senior Nikita put into making the school a better place!

To think they would use his suffering like that. They’re unbelievable trash.”

A strong sense of rebellion was felt from Poara.

Suddenly, it felt like Poara had changed a lot.

In the past, Poara had led the boycotts.

But now, he stood with the student council, angrier than anyone.

“Yes, so Poara, you need to infiltrate the boycott group.”

“What?”

Poara asked back absentmindedly, his face blank.

Just moments ago, Poara had been heated over Nikita’s situation.

To ask him to boycott now was unbelievable.

So I had to persuade Poara well.

“Listen carefully. If you, a member of the student council, express dissatisfaction with the council itself, what do you think the boycott group will think?”

“…They’ll welcome me with open arms, right?”

“Exactly, to them, you’re a useful spy and a justification. But as a member of the student council, you are.”

“Ah, you want me to be a spy!”

Poara nodded with an understanding expression.

“Correct.”

Of course, Poara would lead the boycott group under my guidance.

As long as it was clear that he was playing the role of a spy for the student council, he could be pulled out at any time.

“But, can I really do well as a spy?”

Poara was someone far from acting in his daily life.

An innocent youth.

That was the phrase that best suited Poara.

To ask such a person to act as a spy was an extremely difficult task.

“What are you talking about? Poara, you can do it better than anyone.”

“Uh, really?”

“Yes, and more importantly, you have spirits that are invisible to others. If you borrow their eyes, you can extract information skillfully.”

“…Will the spirits help with that?”

They will definitely help.

Poara seems to love and cherish the spirits.

Spirits are beings with a clear hierarchy.

If it’s Poara, who has a contract with the Spirit Lord, they will help with anything as long as it’s not annihilation.

“Trust me, Poara. You are the junior I trust the most in the student council.”

“Ah, ahem, ahem.”

Poara coughed awkwardly, seemingly embarrassed.

I don’t really want to see a guy being embarrassed.

I should stop the compliments here.

‘I miss the days when I used to praise Nikita.’

Nikita, I miss you.

I hope I can hear some news about you later.

In the meantime, Poara puffed out his chest confidently.

Confidence was evident in his eyes.

“Yes, senior, trust me! I will perform the role of a spy excellently!”

As expected, simple and reliable Poara.

“Please do.”

And so, I successfully inserted Poara into the boycott group.

Now, all that’s left is to bring in the other key figures of the boycott.

Fortunately, I know their weaknesses to get them into the boycott.

And the one who will wield these weaknesses is Vikamon.

Third-rate villain Vikamon Niflheim.

I will lead the boycott to success.

＊＊＊

The preparations for the boycott continued steadily.

At first, we were severely lacking in numbers, but thanks to the efforts of Rozamin and Eiling, who were inspired by my words, we managed to gather a decent number of boycott members.

Even those whom I had shaken by holding their weaknesses joined the boycott, swallowing their tears.

“You wicked man, how did you find the self-written poem I wrote for my first love…?”

“Sniff, I never liked the student council, but using that as an excuse is too much.”

“…How did you find out about eating clams and drawing maps in the carriage?”

Victims emerged from everywhere, but the boycott participants were well filled.

Thanks to that, I thought there would be no problem until the scheduled boycott date.

‘Now all that’s left is for Iris to make contact.’

I planned to leave Iris’s contact to Rosamin as much as possible.

Of course, since the scenario was a tightrope walk.

At that time, I intended to watch secretly.

I thought things would go smoothly like that.

But I faced an entirely unexpected problem.

“Good morning, training again this morning. You are really diligent.”

The daily morning training with Aisha.

Recently, a new person joined that training.

The owner of honey blonde hair, wearing shorts and a light jacket, sticking close to my side.

Isabel Luna.

She was there.

“……”

Aisha quietly looked at me.

It was a question of what on earth was going on.

I don’t know either.

Isabel declared in that day’s conversation that she would stop me.

I naturally interpreted it as meaning she would stop the boycott incident.

But it seemed that wasn’t all for Isabel.

‘Could it be that she intended to fundamentally change me?’

Isabel stood beside me with a bright face.

That smile contained the intention to change my anger through positive energy.

For a moment, I had a throbbing headache.

This cheerful main heroine, indeed.

Well, this was one of the reasons I liked Isabel.

After killing Nikita with his own hands.

Lucas suffered a great wound in his heart.

This wound continued to grow, eventually breaking Lucas down.

At the end of Act 4, Isabel comforts and encourages Lucas.

And finally, seeing Lucas rise again, Isabel holds him in her heart.

That scene was one I also loved, having enjoyed the “Firefly Butterfly” arc.

It was the scene where Isabel, always the childhood friend, awakens as the main heroine.

As someone playing the protagonist, it was a scene I couldn’t help but love.

‘Hmm?’

I suddenly paused as I thought about it.

Now, in this world, there is no Lucas.

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Instead, I had partially taken on Lucas’s role to progress the scenario.

In this situation.

I appeared to Isabel as someone who was angry and hurt by Nikita’s death.

Even if this was a coincidence that fit the situation I had created.

To Isabel’s eyes, it could only appear that way.

Which means if the scenario continues as it is.

I would follow the same steps as Lucas.

Isabel would fall for me.

‘No, it’s not quite the same.’

Lucas was Isabel’s childhood friend.

I was Isabel’s rival.

Even if she felt proud seeing me overcome my grudge.

She wouldn’t fall for me.

‘That’s not something I need to worry about.’

The problem was, having taken over Lucas’s role.

It seemed Isabel intended to stick by my side for a while.

“……Aisha, let’s train.”

But there was no helping it.

Isabel’s addition didn’t mean we could skip training.

Aisha nodded.

We proceeded with our usual training routine.

Isabel kept up with the training quite well.

She was also a top talent in the second-year martial arts class.

Naturally, she could keep up with most training.

But the problem was that our training wasn’t just any ordinary training.

“Huff, huff, are you guys really sane? Huff, doing this much?”

Isabel was horrified at the sight of the tens of kilos of iron pouches strapped to our backs and arms.

Aisha and I exchanged glances.

Then, smiles appeared on both our faces.

“To think you’d complain about something like this.”

“Isabel, you’re quite weak, aren’t you?”

Aisha and I were in perfect sync.

A vein quietly stood out on Isabel’s forehead.

As a member of the martial arts class, she had her pride.

She was provoked.

“Weak, you say.”

Isabel grabbed the iron pouches tightly and stood up.

“That’s a word I’ve never heard before.”

That’s the spirit.

“Aisha, let’s continue.”

“Yes, senpai.”

We resumed our morning training.

Isabel stubbornly kept up, but eventually, she completely collapsed midway.

We had pushed ourselves unnecessarily just to tease Isabel.

So we decided to call it a day.

“Ugh, huff.”

Isabel trembled as she tried to walk back to the dormitory on shaky legs.

Watching her quietly, I approached her.

Isabel flinched.

“N-no need to support me!”

“No, I wasn’t planning to.”

She passed by as if it was a strange thing to say.

The men’s dormitory was a bit farther than the women’s dormitory, so I just wanted to go first.

If I wanted to wash up and not be late, I had to move quickly.

Isabel looked at me with a dumbfounded face from behind.

Then she made a face as if she was recalling our relationship anew.

“Senior, I’ll support you.”

“Uh, thanks…”

Then Isabel quietly supported Aisha as well.

“You don’t smell of sweat at all.”

When Aisha spoke quietly, Isabel just lowered her head, her face turning red.