The Reincarnated Saint Aims For The Friendship End!

When I entered the school building, there was another crowd.

It seems that the wall newspaper has been updated.

What is it, what is it?

“The Saint’s Faction Has A Large-Scale Brawl At A Natural Park!! Who Are The Dokuro Corps?”

The article in the Magic School News is about the incident that the Dokuro Corps attacked us.

It’s interesting when the general public is attacked by suspicious gangs.

When I thought it was surprisingly well organized, there was an interview with Yuriyuri-senpai 1 at the end of the article.

Their source is Yuriyuri-senpai, huh?

“Researching the Suspicious Faction, the Holy Saint Candidate’s Faction.”

And in contrast, the Noble’s New Bulletin was filled with groundless rumors about members of the Saint’s Faction.

Come on, the saint candidate is suspected of stealing from a slush fund, Carol’s family is illegally trafficking potions, and Curtis is a nymphomaniac pick-up artist.

No, well, it doesn’t seem like Curtis-onii-chan is beyond suspicion, but when I say that, all high-ranking nobles apply.

I wonder if it was written by a student of the lower aristocracy.

“Does the Dokuro Corps really exist?”

“Good morning, Gerald, or rather, say hello before asking me something,” I said.

“Eh, aah, good morning, Kimball, so, how are you?” Gerald said.

“They do exist,” I said, “their leader is Mike.”

“Mike… aah, Michael Pickering-kyou, fumu, I see,” Gerald said.

Gerald seemed convinced that Mike could have done it.

“Occasionally, there were unconfirmed reports that the Mahler family had joined the Saint’s Faction…” Gerald said.

“It’s true, ah, who was spreading rumors?” I asked.

Hilda-senpai appeared at the entrance.

She’s taking Cattleya-san behind her.

“Good morning, Makoto-sama.”

“Good morning, Makoto.”

“Good morning, Hilda-senpai, Cattleya-san.”

“…”

Gerald looks at us exchanging greetings with a sour face.

“Impossible, if a traditional shadow warfare specialist joins the Saint’s Faction, it will be on par with Duke Pottinger’s faction…”

Hilda-senpai looked at the two wall newspapers.

“Fumu, this is the Noble’s New Bulletin, but do you want to stop it from publishing anymore?” Hilda

“Eh, how?” I asked.

“The Noble’s New Bulletin is a wall newspaper I made a year ago because it was necessary for an operation, so I know the publisher,” Hilda said.

“That would track, heh, you even make wall newspapers for secret battles,” I said.

“Spreading rumors, revealing information that undermines the opponent’s position, newspapers are easy to use for shadow warfare,” Hilda said.

I see, they even lead the public opinion.

As expected of the Mahler family, Sasu-Mahler. 2

“I think it’ll be bad to be seen as a Saint’s Faction that blocks free speech, and I don’t think it’s bad to know the opinions of these brash aristocrats.”

“As expected of Makoto-sama, you have a big heart.”

“Stop that!” I yelled.

Hilda-senpai is good at lifting people up, and I think she’s indeed a shadow warfare specialist.

It pisses me off when Gerald looks at people like he’s staring at something strange.

“What is it?”

“No, I thought it was a reasonable opinion for you, Kimball, and since you gained the power of the Mahler family, I thought you would go and crush your foes immediately,” Gerald said.

“I’m not that belligerent”

“Fumu, … if you say so. Then I suppose you’re not that belligerent.”

Shut up, don’t analyze it play-by-play.

Damned cunning megane.

Leaving Gerald alone, we enter the school building.

I parted with Hilda-senpai on the stairs, and split up with Corinna-chan in Group B.

“You know, I don’t understand why you’re not in Class A, Cattleya-san,” I said.

“I’m a terrible student, I can’t study,” Cattleya said.

“A bribe, then,” I said.

“The Pickering family doesn’t have that kind of money,” Cattleya said. “I can’t believe you’re the one with the highest score at the entrance exams. You still get slush money from the temple.”

“I’m smart too, it’s just that my judgment is strange,” I strange.

“I will admit your decision-making is odd,” Cattleya said.

We enter Class A while arguing with Cattleya.

This kind of teasing is also fun.

Cattleya is the type I like, except for the drawback that her older brother is Mike.

“Good morning, Makoto, Cattleya-san.”

“…… Morning.”

“Good morning, Carol, Elmer.”

“Good morning, Elmer-sama, Albright-san.”

Even though Cattleya is a knight, she’s weak against handsome guys.

Now then, time for schoolwork, let’s do our best again this week.

The morning classes were history, arithmetic, magic theory, and martial arts.

There is no problem with the three pillars of academics.

Long live the academics.

As for martial arts, since Cattleya-san is no longer harassing us, things are going well.

Carol and I were doing defense practice.

In the changing room, I change back into my regular uniform and take a breather.

I’m getting used to school life.

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I’m happy to have many friends.

“Dulcie.”

“Yes.”

An intelligence maid who comes when you call her is extremely convenient.

“I wonder if Curtis’ spies are among us.”

“…… They’re not here.”

“Eh, if they’re not here, then how are they picking up stories here and there?”

“Curtis’ agents have long ears,” Carol answered as she stood next to me in her unfashionable sports bra.

Mataku, you’re so annoying, Sports Bra.

“Long ear? Elf?”

“That’s not correct, they’re a Wind-attribute intelligence agent handed down in the Browright family,” Carol said.

“What are they?” I asked.

“It’s a clan that picks up sounds with Wind magic, and their true identity is a mystery,” Carol said. “They’re said to be elves and small fairies. Only the Browright clan knows anything for sure about them.”

“So Curtis’s agents are eavesdropping, how cunning,” I said.

“Well, it’s something like a special ability passed on by the family, so thanks to the Long Ears, the Browright family has been able to avoid various critical situations and rise in the world,” Dulcie said.

I see, if you can listen to distant sounds and spy on them, you can quickly understand the movements of the army on the borderline and political changes in the royal palace.

Is it easier and faster than the espionage houses?

I’m supposed to keep it secret.

Hmm, Elf or Fairy, I want one too.

Well, if Dulcie was there, I think I could do something similar.

But, even if I asked Curtis-onii-chan, he wouldn’t be able to tell me.

Because he’s stingy.

Footnotes

I feel like just making Makoto’s nickname for Yurisha as this, as it’s easier for me to type out and edit.Pun on “sasuga,” “well done,” and Mahler. Makoto has been using this pun all this time but I’ve never literally transliterated it until now.