“…This is V&V and Heave
Signed authorization contract regarding the SP contract. ’” Victor handed the committee a stack of documents, “including the construction of a new hospital, schools and angelic public long-distance transport. "
His mansion had never been rebuilt since the Night Blade razed it to the ground, so the Prime Minister had to hold meetings in Winkle's castle. In the dimly lit hall, the meeting looked like a gathering of criminal conspirators; even if there was an angel in their midst.
As promised, the Prime Minister completed preparations for a trip to El Dorado before going on "holiday". sorted. Victor was still considering whether they should stop at Atlantis or the Pirate Islands off the coast of the New World, or both if they had the time. But he had arranged most of the details, prepared the necessary supplies, and reassured Winkle.
To ensure that the empire could function properly in his absence, Victor delegated power to a man named Mu
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An assembly of the most powerful and responsible residents: Alliso
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e, Jules, Malfy and Miel. Marbro was given the position of honorary observer, but he would oversee improvements to their airship.
Victor was still wondering if inviting Malfoy and Mill was the right decision. At this point, even if they're not really Vai
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servants, they have deep roots in Mu
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infrastructure without which the new nation would not be able to function. However, given their ideological differences, the Vizier hoped that Jules and the others could ease the tension between them.
He also wanted to add Red Ranger to the collection, but the former kobold was busy in the south protecting Winkle's niece Julie.
"Finally, all these years of hard work saving evil souls will pay off," Mir said, clutching the papers tightly to his chest. “I could feel I was about to get promoted.”
Mu
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There is a public service. Victor never thought he would live to see this day.
However, other members of the "Imperial Council" seemed divided on the issue. "To me, all I feel is poor service," said the demon Malfoy. After Night Blade's near-death experience, he recovered in time to welcome the new "Heaven Deal." “You bureaucrats don’t understand customer experience!”
"You're jealous that we won this public procurement contract," Mill taunted him, to which Malfoy chirped in reply.
"Alison, remember to feed little James and my slime while I'm gone." Victor asked his friend. "My excalit
The ap is not picky about food, but if it is hungry, it will bark threateningly at people. "
"Of course," the dryad said with a smile. "I saw it decided to enter the Minion Tournament, like so many other citizens."
"Those who pass the qualifiers will each receive a badge we stole from the Nightblade," said Charlene, who now spends half her time shuttling between Syndicate headquarters and Mervyn. “After hard work, in Victo
Upon return, participants will be ready (Mook Promotion). "Even you, Malfoy."
"I will not forget your courtesy," the demon replied, sounding like he was secretly helping you.
"I think you deserve a super flat vacation," Mir said to Victor. "We have a wonderful nirvana for a moral paragon like you."
"I'd rather ride around on my horse like a knight errant." Considering the reputation of the school, Victor thought it wise not to mention where he studied to the angels or other councilors. "If you have any questions, please contact me and I'll go back on my own."
"Sir, you'll only be gone for a week," Julius reassured him, but screwed up again. "What could go wrong?"
everything!
"You know, come to think of it, maybe I don't need to—"
"Vic, you obviously need some time off," Allison interrupted with a good-natured smile. "You can trust us. Rollo and I have been helping run this village since before you came. We will take care of it."
"You and His Majesty the King are often away for periods of time, and although our population has grown tenfold since then, we need to learn how to manage things in your absence," Jules pointed out, "especially if we are to withstand the consequences of time A word of test.”
"But—"
"Everything's going to be okay," Alison insisted.
Victor relented, silently praying and mumbling not to lose his temper in his absence.
Afterwards, they finished reviewing everything from the budget to the mining report; Victor was convinced that the country could survive at least until tomorrow, so he allowed the MPs to leave. "Congratulations, Mr. Dalton." Malfoy whispered to him on the way out. "You are such a master at deceiving pigeons..."
"Liar?" Victor asked.
"Thanks to your skillful guidance, the Angel no longer promotes her heavenly insurance and focuses on her less-than-stellar 'public service,'" Malfoy said happily. "By giving those fledgling bureaucrats the SP they want, you have driven them out of our core soul market."
Considering Miel's request to Mu
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With how difficult it is to sell her insurance to such a large population, Victor discovers that her superiors just think the place is doomed. They may harvest SP to expand elsewhere. While Malfoy only saw short-term profits, angelic public service would enable Heaven to gather followers over time.
"Although I insist that the Happy Country should be allowed to open private schools," said Malfi, a former entrepreneur. "That way we can educate the elite of this country in the right way, separate from the common people."
"Have you heard about the scholarship?" Victor asked, knowing that the devil might know about it.
"Shilin is the most prestigious institution Happy Park has ever sponsored," Malfoy said with almost religious awe, and then left complaining. "I still resent Mau
e Company was the first to print their trademark on the door. "
Alison was the last to leave. "Chocolate told me she would see you after the meeting," she said. "She baked something for you."
"Still alive?" The dryad shrugged. "About chocolate..."
"Yeah?"
"Not long ago, my [Monster Insight] told me that you have a crush on her." Victor said, and the dryad did not deny it. "I'm surprised why you set us up."
“I am the priestess of Cupid,” Allison said. "I know when feelings aren't reciprocated and when not to hold on. She's...extreme."
No kidding. "I don't know. How can you say that if you haven't tried it?"
Charisma check succeeds.
She gave him a pleasant look. "Handsome boy, do you want to have a threesome?"
Damn, his charm skills were starting to play tricks on him. "I'm just not sure where either of us are going, so it's either you try your luck now or never."
The dryad shook his head. "Vic, you really need to learn to stick to your decisions and not go with the flow."
Victor crossed his arms as his friend left. As she promised, as soon as everyone left, Chocolate entered the room and took over. She must have been waiting at the door.
"Haha! The werewolf gave his on-again, off-again boyfriend a basket. "I made you a cake for your trip. "
Victor glanced over and noticed that the basket was writhing, as if it were alive. Since her appearance in "Mo
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This happens more and more as you get more levels in "." "Thank you," he said, kissing her cheek. She made him feel a little sweet.
"So, a whole week?" she asked him. "I hope this isn't a 'I'll go shopping for a week and I won't come back' holiday."
"No, I'd love to come back to Cuckoo Forest later." Given the dilation of time, he'd probably be keen to see the sun again after seven years of training. Victor knew that in the anime he watched when he was young, heroes always did this, but he wondered what effect it had on a person's sanity. "I should have recognized myself after the fact."
"If you ever feel lonely, remember to call me," she said with a flirtatious wink. "You marked me as your mount again, right?"
What makes him secretly ashamed is...
He did it.
"Are we there yet?" his horse complained as they made their way through the fog.
"I don't know," Victor replied, his scythe on his back. He would have preferred to carry his trusty bazooka, but thinking about school, he thought he might use the old weapon more.
"Are we there-"
"Don't ask me this question every five minutes...wait..." Although the fog was still very thick, it dissipated a bit when they approached a lake. In the middle of the lake, there was a huge building rising from the waves. . "Aha!"
After traveling through the Land of Dark Night and passing through dozens of portals, they finally arrived at the location specified in the letter. From the outside, the school resembles a phantom, charred castle, with ghostly flames swelling on the walls and towers. Victor smelled the smell of ash in the air, and the building seemed to appear and disappear at random. A bridge connects the castle to the lake shore, and two huge stone doors serve as the entrance; the architects carved them with various symbols, including those of the Terror Three.
In short, it looks like a warm, welcoming place!
The minister heard footsteps coming from the fog, turned around and watched a little goblin come out. Unlike the few animals he had encountered, this one appeared to be heavily armored, with most of her body and face covered by an armor that was too large for her, and her back was arched by the weight of a pouch of weapons . He noticed among them spears, swords, and even an arquebus; and briefly wondered how the little creature could carry so much.
"Hi, tall man!" said the goblin. "Is this a scholarship?"
"It seems so," Victor replied, noticing that she also had an invitation with her. "I'm still waiting for someone to come out and say hello to us."
The goblin looked at him curiously. "I've never seen people like you. It's like a cross between a man-animal and a dragon."
"I'm not sure what I am anymore," the Prime Minister admitted. "I will choose [Monster Knight (Red Dragon)]. By the way, my name is Victor."
"Leprechaun," said the Leprechaun, who had the most original name ever. "Monster Riders... While I know a thing or two about dragons, I've never heard of such an animal. My dad works for one of them."
"Has he also been trying to do damage control throughout his tenure?"
"Those were his exact words!" replied the goblin, surprised at the coincidence. That's why he abandoned his last boss during hibernation and headed east as far as he could to avoid revenge. Did you run away too?"
"No, that's something I would never do. My dragon is more than just a boss now. A friend. I even owe him my life."
"Oh? I thought the dragon only cared about himself."
"Why are you here? To be a better Chief of Staff to the Dark Lord?"
"Absolutely not!" She sounded completely insulted. "Because I'm a goblin, you think I'm some kind of minion?" This is exactly the stereotype I want to change!
"I'm sorry," Victor apologized, not wanting to look like a racist.
"Everyone says goblins are just cannon fodder and fools, but I'm going to prove that we can be conquerors too!" Hell, I even got a rank in [Bandit Queen]! I swear, one day, I'll even graduate to be [Dark Lord]!”
As Victor listened to the little creature complain about the social mobility of goblins, the school door finally opened. Both students looked at the entrance as an exquisite creature stepped out and crossed the bridge in their direction. A moth-like humanoid creature with golden wings and antennae, pure white skin, dressed in the most haughty clothes he had seen since the Chocolatier; the gorgeous lady looking at him with eye shadow, silver Hair blowing in the wind.
"Isa Mau
e?!"
Victor did the wise thing and immediately readied his scythe. After all, Vai
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Killed her son.
"Dalton," she greeted him. "I see you remember me; however, if I were you, I would avoid pointing a weapon at a teacher."
A teacher?Happyla
d? "Of course I remember you, you want to eat me for dinner!"
"Ah! The goblin laughed at him. "The teacher has already bullied you before class even started!"
"I bear no grudge against you for escaping my clutches," said the Archfiend, as if he were the guilty party, "nor for what your so-called master and his guest have done to my companions. Even if I If you want to take revenge, as a student under the protection of Death Jester, I can't do anything to you as a teacher in the academy. Unless you anger me first."
Victor doesn't believe her at all, but avoids testing the real devil. "So, will you teach me the dark arts without reservation?"
"Without reservation? No." The big devil snapped his fingers, revealing two floating scrolls for Victor and Gobrina to catch. "You must read, fill out and sign this document first. I teach (summoning) classes, but I also give guest lectures to some special magic schools, such as (demonology) and (alchemy)."
"(See Invisibility)." Victor cast the spell, trying to see if she had let something slip here. He patented that trick.
But to his surprise, the document was very straightforward. After pledging to respect the school's core values of ambition, cunning, and selfishness, he had to agree to stay at the school for seven years; it would have been even worse if he had finished the course as the dumbass in the class.
"We had houses before that you could join," said Isabel, as the chief of staff kept reading, "Devils, devils, and devils. But, our divine patron found that a system of competition, though expected, would degrade The ability of our future overlords to cooperate. If you quarrel with your peers because of your grades and pettiness, you will not conquer the world."
"Then why is this idiot forced to stay here?" Victor asked.
"The Terror Trio wants to remind our students that their success will be built on the pain of those less fortunate."
"I see……"
Victor listed dozens of subjects he could study, most of them with charming names like [Necrobiology], [Alchemy], [Demon Summoning], [Conqueror Economy], [Love Drich Philosophy] or [Ritual Magic]. As advertised, most of the courses focus on statecraft and various forms of dark magic, with only a few unique possibilities standing out, such as the required course [Cursed Artifact Crafting].
To his surprise, some of the teachers' names were those of the three terrifying people. Do they provide education to new students in person?
"You seem to be trying to learn the lessons," Isabelle said, her tone more curious than amused. “What are your personal and professional goals?”
"I, uh, I'm not sure," he admitted. "I'm here to find out. I guess reaching level sixty?"
“It’s okay not to know what career you want to pursue just yet,” Devil said. “From bloodthirsty cartel bosses to dictators to nihilistic anarchists, we want to make sure our students find it for them. The right path." Just take what interests you. "
Then came statecraft and magic, although some of the lessons troubled him. “Farmer math?”
Wayland, the despotic goddess, tells us that students can tax hunger and poverty without causing the people to revolt. It turns out that's a very, very high rate. "
Damn, this is so evil. "Then I'll skip it," Victor said. "Winkel is against taxes."
She got angry at the mention of dragons, but not as much as he thought. His gut told him that while she loathed dragons, her personal vengeance on Victor didn't seem that strong. "Do you really not hold a grudge?"
"A very clever spellcaster convinced me to be wary of you," said Isabel Moore. "If you were invited there, then you almost caught my late B
a
iño. "
Victor immediately guessed the identity of the spell caster, but he did not tell anyone else. This might be a good opportunity to figure out what the lich is up to.
"In fact". She smiled at him with a greedy smirk. "I have other plans for you."
Why did Victor think she wanted to eat him, but not in the way he first thought?
