Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 301

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#To Earth.

“Congratulations on moving up to fifth year, everyone!”
“Ugh!”
“Damn it!”
“Haha.”
“This place is cozy, coming here for the first time?”
While my classmates were throwing their caps in the air at graduation, Reina, Kanna, Eugene, and I—now fifth-year students—found ourselves at a modest party in the Village Where Dragons Roar. I say “found ourselves” because the Village Chief and other residents had forcibly arranged the gathering and invited us.
“Come now, have a drink. You can only be considered true villagers once you wear the fifth-year badge!”
“I never wanted to become a villager!”
“I lied to my mother and said I’d graduated. If she finds out I’m still wearing a school uniform, I’m dead.”
“My younger sibling, they, they didn’t want to work, so they tried to pull a fast one, and I got an earful, ugh, ugh.”
“I think one semester is fine, but I felt bad that it was becoming a burden on Freesia.”
Ah, you don’t need to feel burdened about that.
These days, Obero has escaped her reclusive phase and whenever she gets bored, she goes to the Imperial Palace to watch Cecilia and the Emperor engage in their battles of guidance and brainwashing, so I’ve been able to quickly grasp His Majesty’s current situation.
“You don’t need to feel burdened?”
“Cecilia was trying to take your fiancée hostage as leverage, saying, ‘I need someone to talk to, so that girl from the north would be perfect~'”
“Why!”
“Why do you think?”
As a result of establishing a fertilizer factory in Ilram, an agricultural revolution had occurred. Thanks to Cha Cha’s chemist perspective and the Machine King’s mass production capabilities, fertilizer was being sold throughout the nation, and with the explosive harvest yields and the Mecala Estate’s hectare-scale agricultural contracts, Brandenburg no longer had to worry about food shortages.
The Margrave Brandenburg had been commanding an enormous private army from his past war with dragons, and he possessed not only tactical weapons but also strategic ones—big ones at that.
Now peace was coming to the north, and there was no more concern about going hungry. The question was where these well-fed, comfortable northerners would turn their blades. That’s probably why Cecilia reached the conclusion of taking Eugene’s young fiancée hostage as a humanitarian solution.
“She won’t kill her, just give her some intense brainwashing.”
“Well, that’s true, but…”
The same event that occurred in the Ten Thousand Demon King’s timeline was happening, but Eugene’s reaction was distinctly different. Since it was no longer wartime and Cecilia had become relatively softer, he wouldn’t be worried about his fiancée being killed.
“Freesia won’t know Imperial Palace etiquette…”
“Find a tutor quickly. Otherwise your young fiancée might end up walking on Porak.”
“What’s Porak?”
“It’s a new execution method Cecilia created. Simply put, it’s making people tap-dance on a heated iron plate.”
“That’s serious. Do you know anyone who could introduce her?”
There was a legendary tutor who taught Mitchell Imperial Palace etiquette, but she’s disappeared, I think?
I spoke with a regretful tone and said I’d look through my father’s connections to see if there was anyone suitable, when Reina, who had been sipping high-grade champagne, suddenly raised her hand.
“Oh oh, hey! My Head Maid Grandmother! Her distant relative is a former lady-in-waiting director of the Crown Princess Palace!”
“Wow! Completely unrelated but that works out perfectly!”
“W-well, that’s right, completely unrelated but it works out perfectly.”
So this distant relative of Grandmother’s also served while wearing a mask? Curious, I asked, and Reina nodded as she searched her memory.
“I heard her bragging about it. She said she’s the best among the maids, so she even had patterns engraved into her mask.”
“The best, huh.”
“That’s… pretty cool.”
“Sounds romantic.”
Friends, I absolutely love that you’re all stuck in your edgy phase without exception.
We spent our time theorizing about what kind of patterns the best maid had engraved on her mask, then discussed our break schedule. Since we’d be graduating in fifth year, this would be our last break as students. We had to stick together and go somewhere fun, didn’t we?
“What about inviting Sera and Sunbird to Bunny Land?”
“Sounds good. They opened a second location recently. In our Ilram Kingdom, no less.”
“You mean the place that pays thirty percent taxes to the Emperor?”
“Shut it, Dragon Marquis!”
“Ha ha, I, I’m fine with it.”
Fine then, this prince will treat everyone! I suggested we rent out all of Bunny Land for a day and invite all the classmates we’d gone with before, plus the village residents, and cheers erupted from every direction.
“Evan, that’s amazing!”
“As expected of the Village Where Dragons Roar’s rising star!”
“But won’t the Village Chief and the serious criminals be unable to leave school?”
That’s not a problem at all. After all, my father’s friend is the Academy Headmaster!
“If we go with the Academy Headmaster, there’s no issue!”
“Amazing connections!”
“House Neftis is the best!”
I’d have to make sure the Academy Headmaster didn’t feel wronged, so Father would go, and Iyongi would go too. I’d bring any interested younger siblings along.
“Let’s invite the Serpent King’s Tower demi-humans too, and it’d be nice to see the Port Ilam people again after so long.”
“Even with a chartered bus, it’ll be packed.”
Right? The participant list had already exceeded a hundred. Once we set a date and sent formal invitations, we might gather a thousand people.
“Then I’ll let everyone know before graduation ends.”
I’d send formal invitations later, but giving advance notice would let people clear their schedules. I summoned my ice wings and flew whoosh toward the graduation ceremony. When I told my classmates we should go to Bunny Land—them for graduation, us for our last break—they all excitedly agreed to attend.
I told the Department Head Professor, Professor Ha, and the other Magic Department professors that since I wouldn’t be going as a chaperone this time, they should come along if they wanted to enjoy some carefree entertainment. Then I made a separate request to my jeweler friend before flying to the Academy Headmaster’s office.
When I appeared by tapping on the Academy Headmaster’s office window and demanded that he absolutely attend since the homeless encampment criminals needed to go to Bunny Land, the Academy Headmaster cursed me and my father loudly while throwing cheap items out the window. Still, he didn’t refuse to go.

After finishing the fifth-year entrance celebration party, I went to the Neftis Townhouse and began preparing invitations, including selecting attendees. Eleanor Mother, Titi, Rael, and Father were all mobilized, and as we worked busily, Iyongi hung around getting in the way. I told her to go play elsewhere since she was being a nuisance, but she got upset and broke an expensive ceramic piece before running off.
I sent an invitation to Apet Zibenstein, the current Duke Zibenstein, and he replied that since young Academy mages might cause trouble, he’d attend with some of the 72 Mages. Cecilia said she was too busy to participate, but since she was planning to go to Bunny Land in a few months anyway, it didn’t matter.
From the Serpent King’s Tower, not only the officials but also several of the beasts wanted to go, so we chartered an entire train. The Machine King replied that he’d be waiting at Bunny Land and told us to come clean, and Cha Cha said he’d put on a spacesuit and come up to the Surface World.
Sera suggested doing something like a guerrilla concert since we were going anyway, so Sunbird separately called in a stage setup team and sound crew. Somehow the Dragons, led by Samryong, heard about the guerrilla concert and sent something like a threat letter saying they absolutely had to attend. This meant all three dragon siblings would be gathering at Bunny Land.
We also heard from Harbor Town Ilam, and all families with children expressed their intention to attend. Strangely, Thomas didn’t send a reply, so I was worried, but the Blacksmith, who had become the Village Chief again, told me about Thomas’s situation. Apparently Thomas was working hard to earn money for a house in the Capital and had been out at sea for half a year without returning. I hoped he’d come back safely.
When we said we were going to Bunny Land, the children in our house were especially delighted. Obero was happy too, but Hubert even cried, saying it had been his dream to go to Bunny Land with Mom and Dad. We held each other and comforted Hubert, then discussed the lunch boxes the Serpent King’s Tower staff would eat on the train.
Since it was winter, we didn’t have to worry about food spoiling, so all sorts of outlandish menus came up. But I argued that the classic for a picnic lunch is kimbap and fried chicken, and my opinion was accepted. The Serpent King’s Tower officials and I made kimbap starting the night before. The Tower smelled of sesame oil all day long.

The day of the outing dawned bright and clear. Those departing from Crownpolis gathered at the station at the appointed time, boarded the train, and headed toward Ilram. With such a massive crowd, obtaining unlimited ride passes became quite the undertaking.
“Hey, look at this! The stamp rally sheet is exactly the same as last time!”
As Reina Letem bounded over excitedly, the members from the previous excursion naturally assembled once more. On the surface, nothing had changed, yet each of them occupied a different position than before.
Sera had risen from Third Princess to Crown Princess, confined to the Academy until she earned her doctorate. Sunbird declared he would marry Sera the moment she completed her doctoral degree. Eugene had become the Border Earl, and Kanna had ascended from the favored child of the Assassination Family to its leader. Seian boasted confidently that he would soon pass the bar exam and open his own law office. As for Reina Letem, well… there was no progress to speak of, nothing at all.
“You brat, why are you smiling at me like that?”
“I wasn’t smiling.”
“Yes, you were. You definitely were.”
I insisted I hadn’t smiled and changed the subject. Now that we had our unlimited passes, let’s go ride some attractions.
“The first one should naturally be…”
“That one.”
“Ah, yes, that one.”
“There’s nothing else it could be.”
“Ah, you mean that one?”
“The line for that should be short.”
We all shouted its name in unison.
“The carousel!”
Of course we’d start with the carousel. We headed off to receive the first stamp on our rally sheet.

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