Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 72

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You, who has never had a single friend, wouldn’t understand, but this is normal for ordinary people. I answered calmly and began organizing the letters one by one, holding them in my hands. Seeing that they weren’t just from Leri but also from others living in Serpent King’s Tower and residents of Ilam, it seemed someone had gathered all the letters from people who had business with me and sent them together.
“I don’t have enough hands. You help too.”
“Why should I!”
“I’ll pick a fight with you during the next liberal arts class.”
“You should’ve said that from the start!”
How did I end up entangled with this blockhead? Since she’s a blockhead, Reina Letem did roll in first, but I felt utterly wronged. I’d have to put up with her for three more years.
“Hmm….”
While sorting through them, I opened Leri’s letter. It contained greetings, complaints about being too busy to write, and news that thanks to me, his workload had decreased so much that he might actually get a holiday this autumn festival season.
“Hey.”
“What.”
“Do you have autumn festival here?”
“What’s that?”
It must be a traditional celebration at Serpent King’s Tower. Well, they serve white rice and cold noodles there, so why wouldn’t they have an autumn festival?
Anyway, there would be a holiday for the autumn festival, and most would return to their hometowns, but Leri and Hubert said they’d come visit the Academy I attended.
Well, that would be during the Academy Festival period anyway. Hubert, who knows the entire academic calendar, must have suggested that.
Now that I think about it, didn’t the Academy Headmaster mention something about the Capital’s barrier when I missed that Eastern-style dragon before? Hubert and Leri are demons, so they can’t enter, right?
“Hey.”
“What now!”
“Is there some trick for demons to slip through the Capital barrier?”
“You crazy bastard, you’ll get arrested talking like that!”
Reina Letem, of noble status, made a fuss about it being a national security matter, so I decided to consult the Department Head Professor about this and clutched the bundle of letters to my chest.
I wasn’t sure exactly what their relationship was, but seeing how the Department Head Professor fawned over Gerth, it seemed he’d know the solution to this too. After all, Hubert, who would visit during the school festival, was Gerth’s one and only precious son.
“Hey, are you listening? You’ll get arrested by the secret police!”
What the hell is secret police? Does the Crowell Empire even have secret police? Those crazy imperialist bastards. Come to think of it, the Emperor was basically a dictator anyway. It wouldn’t be strange if there was a secret police grandfather instead of just secret police.
I let Reina Letem’s nagging go in one ear and out the other as I headed to the Lecture Hall. I’d leave the letters in my locker first, attend Practical Magic 2, then go consult with the Department Head Professor. After that, I’d have time to track down Seian Crowell.

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My grand plan crumbled miserably. Princess Sera issued an emergency summons to all club members. I said I didn’t have time because I had to meet the Department Head Professor and then track down Seian Crowell, but her attendants tearfully pleaded that they’d lose their jobs if they couldn’t bring me, so I had no choice but to head to the Club Room.
Those filthy Imperial Family parasites sucking the blood of the proletariat. Unforgivable.
“We’re in trouble, everyone. Our club is in danger of being disbanded.”
Hmm…, isn’t that good news? It was a club that ran without purpose anyway, and all we did when we met was play around.
Even Seian Crowell didn’t show up for the emergency summons, which meant he probably wouldn’t show up going forward either, so there was no merit in maintaining this club for me. It’s a shame to lose the air conditioning in summer, though.

Fate has been updated. Death upon dissolution of the What Should We Do Next Club (formerly Black Sun Society founded by Crowell Imperial Family).

Hahahaha, so this was a stackable death curse after all?
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity, snapping my fingers as I pulled up my status window.

Evan Laef
Status: Death Curse (2), Blessing of Ursh
Experience: 1,100
R) Beast Charisma Lv.1 – 1,000 EXP to next level
N) Horsemanship Lv.10
N) Mining Lv.8 – 800 EXP to next level
N) Cold Resistance Lv.3 – 300 EXP to next level
N) Poison Tolerance Lv.5 – 100 EXP to next level
N) Gathering Lv.1 – 100 EXP to next level
N) Hunting Lv.1 – 100 EXP to next level
L) Trick Evasion
EX) Jack of All Trades

Mitchell Neftis
Status: Death Curse (2), Blessing of Ursh
Experience: 202
SR) Guided Freeze Magic Lv.1 – 10,000 EXP to next level
R) Accuracy Lv.1 – 1,000 EXP to next level
R) Superhuman Lv.1 – 892 EXP to next level
N) Premonition Lv.6 – 600 EXP to next level
UR) Fusion

Ugh, a double time limit! I found myself utterly deflated at the sheer absurdity of it all, and I slammed my fist against the ultra-luxurious table in the club room.
“This won’t do! The What Should We Do Next Club must never disappear! Even if dirt gets in my eyes, some things are simply non-negotiable!”
“Oh, oh, thank you for such passionate support, Evan.”
As I made my forceful declaration, it seemed to ignite something in Reina Letem, who wailed that if this place vanished, she’d lose her comfortable haven where she could play without pretense. Eugene also admitted he’d grown quite attached to it and would feel sorry to see it go.
Sera seemed taken aback that the club members had developed such affection for the What Should We Do Next Club, yet she continued speaking.
“The Student Council issued an official notice. Since all club members have disciplinary demerits, they’ve decided to disband us in the name of propriety and fostering proper academic atmosphere.”
“….”
“….”
“….”
“….”
Wait, I could understand Reina and me having demerits, but Princess Sera, Sunbird, and Eugene too?
I wasn’t the only one shocked—Sera, Eugene, and Sunbird all pointed at each other, demanding to know why they had demerits.
“Hey, Reina and I can’t help it. We’re always fighting around—how could we not have demerits?”
“Following Her Highness the Princess tends to come with them as a bonus.”
“The upperclassmen kept dragging me outside school, saying I needed to demonstrate the dignity of a first-year boss….”
Eugene seemed the most wronged here. We decided to comfort him.
“Hang in there.”
“Stay strong.”
“Eugene. In situations like this, I think it wouldn’t be bad to suppress them with the prestige and power of your murderer family.”
“Evan. I’m not a murderer.”
“Then how about a slaughterer.”
“Evan. I’m not a slaughterer either.”
Eugene really can’t see himself objectively. There’s nothing to be done about it—usually time solves these things. As he grows older, Eugene will gradually come to accept it.
I took a step back and said I understood, then turned toward Princess Sera. The fact that she’d summoned us without resorting to the dirty tactics characteristic of royalty meant there was a relatively legitimate way to get through this situation.
“What do we need to do?”
“Still quick to catch on, aren’t you, Evan.”
Sera confidently tossed aside the official notice and revealed a new piece of paper. It was a flyer for a festival coming up soon at the Academy.
“Our club will participate in the festival under our name and win the popularity award! I’ve already gotten permission from the Student Council President—if we use the prize points to reduce our demerits, they’ll postpone the club’s dissolution!”
So that was the Princess’s aim. I had a feeling our event category was already decided. If Princess Sera didn’t get involved in this fun event, she wouldn’t be our troublesome princess.
“And what we’ll be showcasing at the festival is!”
I knew it.
“A band performance!”
Well, we have people who can play instruments. From what I remember, the Princess couldn’t play any instruments, so she’d probably volunteer for vocals. The singer is always the most eye-catching in a band anyway.
“I’ll take the vocal position!”
Exactly as expected.
“A band means drums and guitar and all that, right? I’ve only ever played the harp.”
“I can only play the cello at a cultured level.”
These filthy nobles, learning such wealthy hobbies from childhood thanks to their privilege. As I narrowed my eyes at Eugene and Reina Letem, the Princess thrust her hopeful face forward and asked what instrument I could play.
Part of me wanted to disappoint her, but since my survival was on the line, I decided to answer honestly.
“Guitar… I can manage a few chords.”
“Truly, our club’s ace!”
I’d only learned to tie seashells around someone’s neck during a recreation period at a youth training camp work-study, but I could play classical guitar, at least. Unlike the others, since I could play a practical instrument for the band, Sera was delighted, and my name was added to the guitarist position.
Unlike the others, Sera was delighted that I could play a practical instrument for the band, and my name was added to the guitarist list.
“So what’s left is drums and bass… and keyboard is fine since Seian can play piano.”
“The transparent Crown Prince didn’t show up for today’s emergency assembly either. Do you think he’ll participate in the festival?”
“Still, Seian is a precious member of our club. Let’s at least put his name down.”
Such a kind and meddlesome Third Princess. While Sera wrote Seian’s name on the keyboard, Eugene and Reina Letem deliberated over which of the remaining positions to choose, and I posed a question to the peacefully standing Sunbird.

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