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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 201: A Perfect Plan (1)

Chapter 201: A Perfect Plan (1)

There‍‌⁠ were three weeks‌ to go until⁠⁠ the start of‌‍ the Autumn Harvest‍ Festival. Two weeks​‍ before that, which‌‌⁠ was in one‍ week’s time from‌​‍ now, was the​‍​ yearly exam.

Normally,‍‍ students would have‍ around two weeks‌‍‌ to prepare for⁠‍ the Harvest Festival‌​ but…

“I’ll​⁠ give up on⁠⁠​ the yearly.”

“…Are⁠​​ you serious?”

“Bro,‍ I don’t think‍​ that’s a… good‌​ idea.”

Ren​‍ and Ron, who​ I called over⁠ to the sunroom‍‍ of the dormitory​⁠ for a strategy‌ meeting, were dumbfounded‌​ by my strategy.‍‌

“There’s​‌​ no way around​‌‍ it. I don’t‌​ want to disappoint⁠‍‌ them.”

“…You⁠ do know that⁠‌‍ you are reaping‌‌ what you sow,‍ right?” Ron said.‍

“Uhk…”​​

I couldn’t deny that‌ anymore so instead,⁠‍‍ I yelled at‍​‌ him.

“Buddy!‍⁠ Don’t think you⁠ can fool me‍​‍ about what’s happening‌‍‍ with you too!”​‍​

“Sorry?‍‌ What have I done?”

“You‍‌ know! You are​‍‌ quite popular among⁠‌ the freshmen girls,‍‍​ aren’t you?!”

Even​‍‌ from an objective⁠⁠​ standpoint, Ron was‌⁠ a handsome boy.⁠⁠‌ He looked like⁠‌⁠ a middle schooler‍‌ on the outside,‌ and each of‌​⁠ his gestures must‌ have been quite⁠ appealing to the⁠‍‌ girls. There were​‌​ even some freshmen‍‌‌ girls who wanted‌ to talk to⁠‌‌ me because they⁠ were interested in⁠⁠​ Ron.

“I‍‍​ don’t stick my​ octopus legs out‌⁠ everywhere like you⁠ do though, Bro.*”​

“Where‍⁠​ did you learn​ to say such‌​‌ things? Who taught‍ you these mean‍​‌ words?!”

“More⁠‌ importantly, Boss. There‍ must be a reason you called‌ us here, isn’t​‌‌ there?”

Ren⁠ asked while looking‌ up at me⁠‌‍ with calmness in⁠‍​ her eyes. She⁠‌ still looked like​⁠ a 9-year-old on⁠ the outside, but‍‍​ she was far‌‌ more mature and‌‌‍ rational than Ron⁠‍ in many areas.‍

So⁠⁠​ why was it​ that she wasn’t‌​​ growing physically to‍‍‌ match her mental⁠⁠ growth? For someone‌‌ like me who‍ was aware of​‌‌ her future appearance,​ it was a big unanswered question.⁠‍

“Simply⁠ put, I have​​ to win five⁠‌​ contests to acquire‍‌ the same number⁠‌​ of golden ribbons.”⁠​‌

“Don’t‍⁠ you still get⁠ a ribbon by‌​‍ coming 3rd?”

“That’s​ a bronze ribbon‍​⁠ though. Same for​‍ the 2nd place‍​ – they get‍ a silver ribbon.‍‌‌ They’ll be disappointed⁠‌ if they get‌⁠⁠ a different color…”​⁠

“So‍‍ that’s the mindset​‌‌ of someone with​ octopus legs, huh?”‌​

“Uhk…”‌

Basically,‍​ all of the​⁠ ribbons I earned​‍ had to be‌‍ golden. I had⁠ to win 5 contests and give​‍​ the same ribbon⁠​⁠ to all of‌⁠ them.

“Is⁠ there anyone else‍ you have to​​‌ give a ribbon‍ to, Boss?”

“…For⁠​ now, no.”

Just​​ in case, I asked Lunia if‍‍ she had any‍ thoughts of participating‌​ in the Harvest⁠‍ Festival.

『There⁠ are errands to​ run during the⁠‌ Harvest Festival, and​‌‍ I would rather​⁠‌ not add any⁠ more burden on​ my fiancé.』

『M,⁠⁠​ Ms. Lunia! No!⁠ Let me call⁠ you, Lunia-noonim…!』

『Plus,‍​⁠ I am looking⁠ forward to beating​‌⁠ my sister right​ as she is‍‌⁠ in the midst⁠ of her joy.』⁠

『…Lunia-noonim?』​⁠⁠

I saw a glimpse​ of impure intentions,‌⁠ but what was‍ important was that⁠‍‍ Lunia wouldn’t be⁠ attending the Festival‌ as a contestant.⁠​‍

“What‌ about the Serpent‍⁠‍ Princess?”

“Miruam‍‍‍ has to run​‍ a festival at⁠‍ the royal capital‍‌ so she’s out!‍ The princesses each​ have their duties,‌​ after all!”

Therefore,‍⁠⁠ all I had‌‌‌ to take care​‌ of were Marie,​‍‌ Alicia, Hua Ran,⁠ Estelle, and Master.‌‌‌ Saying, “All I had to take​‌‍ care of,” for​​​ five of them‍​⁠ was a bit​‌‌ funny though.

I opened up the​​‌ Festival pamphlet that⁠ had the dates‌ of various events‍⁠ and all the‍⁠ contests.

“This⁠ is the list⁠‌ of contests that‍ will be taking‌ place during the​‍ Festival. They will‌⁠‌ start accepting participants‌​​ from the day‌‌‌ after the yearly​⁠‌ exam, and for‍‌⁠ some of them,​⁠‍ you can even⁠⁠ join on the​ day of.”

“Looks‍​​ like there are​⁠‍ some contests with‍⁠ prizes and no⁠⁠ ribbons.”

“The​‍ Tournament is one​⁠ of the main​ examples. There are‌ a lot of​‍ interesting events apart​ from that. Ah,‍ maybe you guys⁠ should join the‍ Design Contest. There​‌ is a senior⁠‌ called Elza in‌‌​ the grade above​‍ me who likes‍‌‌ making clothes, and‍ she wanted to‌‍‍ have you guys‌ as her model.”‌‍‌

“How⁠ about you stop​ meeting more girls?”​‍

“…She’s‍ just a friend.”‌⁠​

It​⁠​ seemed that the‌ misunderstandings about me​⁠‍ were running deep.‌‌⁠ She and I were just friends⁠ who sometimes went⁠‍ to the cafe,​‍ had meals, and​⁠ went shopping together.​

“Kuhum…!‌ Anyway, I picked⁠​ the five contests‍​⁠ that I would‍ be joining.”

I pointed at the‍ events that had⁠ been circled with⁠ a colored pencil,‍ which Ren and​ Ron looked at‍​‍ with intrigue.

“Hunting⁠‌‌ Contest, Food Sales‍​ Contest and… the​ Auction Contest?”

“The⁠‍ Auction Contest is‍‌ basically a popularity‌ contest, and it’s‍ one of the​‌​ things with a high chance of‍ me winning so‍​⁠ I have to​‌ do it.”

“Anyway,⁠‌‌ apart from that⁠‍‌ is the Mock⁠​‍ Trial Contest… which⁠⁠⁠ I can understand‌​​ because you are⁠ a JP, but…​ Magic Exhibition? I don’t really understand‍‌‌ the last one.”⁠

“Yeah,‌ bro. You are⁠​​ not a mage.”​⁠⁠

“There⁠⁠⁠ is a way​ around it. Anyway,‍⁠ the reason I called you guys‍​ is to ask‌⁠ for help during‌‍​ the Hunting Contest.”‍‌

“The⁠​ Hunting Contest?”

They⁠​ tilted their heads‌​ not knowing how​‌‌ overpowered they would‌ be in this‌‌​ Hunting Contest.

“The‍​‍ contest is literally‌​ about hunting. There‌ will be unique​ demonic beasts scattered‌‍ intentionally across the​ Hunting Grounds and⁠ you have to​‍​ compete against others‌⁠ by the number‌⁠ of points.”

“You‌‌ can’t join this‍‌‌ contest as a group though?”

Right.‍⁠​ The Hunting Contest⁠ indeed only allowed⁠⁠ 1 person entries.⁠​‍ ‘1 person’, that‌⁠‍ is.

“In​ the Hunting Contest,⁠​‍ you can use‍ professional hunting dogs.”‍

“…”​

“…”‌‍

The⁠ two of them​‍ turned stiff over‌ time as they‍⁠ looked at each‍​ other and back‍⁠ at me. I drove in the‍​‍ final nail.

“Me,‌‌‍ hunter. You, hunting‍⁠ dogs.”

“Oh​​ wow.”

“Boss.‌ Is that how⁠ you thought of‍​ us…”

“I‍⁠⁠ do know that​‍‍ this is a little questionable! And⁠ I do feel‍‍​ very sorry! But‍ no matter how⁠‌​ I think about​‌‌ it, this is‍ the best solution‍⁠⁠ left for me!”‍‌

Ren‌ and Ron were⁠⁠​ golden wolves – in other words,‍⁠ they were the‌⁠ best innate hunting⁠⁠ dogs. If they⁠ were to beastify​ into their golden​⁠ wolf forms, then​ no other hunting‍ dogs would dare‍‌ reach their level!‌‍

“Of‌ course, I’m not‍​​ asking for your‌ favors for free.‍ I will do‍‍ anything you want!⁠⁠‍ So please, just‌‌ this once! Help⁠‌​ me out just⁠‌​ this once!”

“…How‌ about you ask⁠​‌ Doggo for help?”‌

“He⁠⁠​ told me to‌⁠‍ f off.”

Doggo⁠‌ was the first⁠⁠ one I went‌​⁠ to.

That‍ little guy…! All⁠​⁠ he does these⁠​ days is wear‌‌‍ loads of branded‍ clothes and hit‌ on the female​ dogs around the⁠ town! He doesn’t​​‌ know anything about​‌ being filial to​‍‍ his parents!

“…What​ do you think,​​‍ Ren?”

After‌ some thought, Ron​ asked Ren, showing⁠ that he was‍⁠ willing to follow‌⁠ her opinion, and‌​ Ren came to⁠ a conclusion in⁠ a bit.

“Alright.​‍ I’ll help you.”‌​​

“Ohh,⁠​ Ren…! My little⁠‍ cutey!”

“You’ve‌‌ done a lot​‌‌ for us, after⁠ all.”

Yes!⁠⁠ With this, the‌‍ Hunting Contest will‍‍ be mine!

“Do⁠‍ you have plans⁠ for the other‍​ contests too?”

“Fufu,‌ of course. I have a perfect​ plan for all⁠ of them.”

“…Most‍⁠ of your plans‌‌ fall short in‌‌‌ strange areas though.”‍‌‍

“I‌ guess that’s true‍‌ if you put‌‌‌ it that way⁠‌‌ but…”

The‍‌ only downside Ren‍​ had was that​ she was too‌⁠ negative! She ought​ to be more⁠‍ positive like me.‍

“By​​‍ the way, Senior⁠⁠ Hua Ran has‍‍​ two personalities, right?‍ Shouldn’t you give​ her two ribbons?”​⁠

“…”​⁠‍

“…”‌‌

That’s​‍​ a horrifying conjecture.⁠‌ No way right…​‌​

“No.​ It can’t be.‍⁠‍ She’ll… understand.”

She…‍‌ will, right?

Think​ positively! Think positively!‌

***‌⁠

Ever‍‌⁠ since the Mound‍‍⁠ incident last time,‌‌ a change had⁠ struck the slave⁠⁠‍ mages. Some mages​​‍ were now stationed⁠⁠‍ at the Korin‌ Guardians office.

It​ was a system‍ that allowed the‍‌ elite prisoners of​ each cult to​​‍ take a breather.⁠

Only‌⁠‌ 5 from each‍‌ cult, for a total of 35,⁠ were allowed to​ come outside, and⁠ it was a benefit that was⁠‌ only granted to​ less than a tenth of all‌ the slave mages‌​ combined.

It‌‌ was nothing compared‌‍‍ to their glorious⁠ days at the​‍ Tower of Mages,‍⁠‍ but everything was⁠ subjective. The mages‍⁠‌ who were finally⁠​ allowed to breathe‌⁠ in fresh air⁠ without having to​​‌ do the horrendous⁠⁠⁠ salt mine work‍ did not want‌‍ to give up​⁠ this part of⁠ their life.

“You‌‌ guys have to‍‍ make the exhibition​⁠‍ work for this‌‌‍ Magic Exhibition Contest.”‌

As​ a result, they⁠⁠⁠ had no choice​‌ but to obey‍ Korin’s commands.

“For‌‌‍ the… Exhibition Contest​‌ of this festival,‍​ is it?”

Professor‍ Zollin of the⁠​ Red Cult tilted⁠⁠‌ his head at‍ Korin, who suddenly‍‍​ blurted that out​ after gathering all⁠ the mages into​ one place.

“Umm…‌ we don’t have‌ enough time. There’s‌‌‍ only three weeks​‍ until the Harvest‌ Festival…”

“You‍⁠ can’t do it?‍ Oh right. That’s‌‌​ understandable.”

Seeing⁠ him back down‌ like that made‌​​ Zollin anxious because‍⁠‍ he had already⁠ experienced many times⁠‌ that this lunatic​⁠ had a different‍‍‌ thought process from​‍ others.

“I’m‌‍ sure there are​​ some that will⁠​ be willing to​⁠ do it. Let’s‌ see… I wonder‌‍​ who I should‍‌ choose from the‌⁠‌ list of office⁠ mage applicants—”

“W,⁠‌ we can do​ it!”

“Please​​​ let us do‍ it. Three weeks!​ No, even two‍ weeks will be​​ enough!”

“I​⁠ haven’t even told‌ you about the‍⁠‌ topic yet. Well,‌​ it still makes‍‌ me glad to​⁠ see how enthusiastic‍ my guild members‍‌​ are!”

Korin​⁠ said while casually‌⁠‍ tapping on the‌ shoulder of the​‍⁠ middle-aged mage who​⁠​ looked twice, at‌‌‌ the very least,⁠‍ his age. Zollin‌​​ was deeply humiliated‍ by it but‍​ was smart enough‍ to hide it.‍

No⁠‍ one would know‌‌‍ how hard he⁠ had to work​‌​ to gain the‌ right to be‍‍ stationed here. He‍ definitely did not⁠‍​ want to go‍⁠‌ back to the​⁠⁠ days of baking‌ salt day in​⁠ and day out‌⁠⁠ until sunset!

“Our‌‍‍ goal is the‍‍‍ grand prize of⁠ the Magic Exhibition⁠‌ Contest! I don’t‍‌ care about the​​ means, but we⁠⁠⁠ need to acquire⁠‍​ the golden ribbon.”​⁠‌

“Mhmm…⁠‌‌ It won’t be⁠‍ easy to achieve‍​ that with anything‌‍​ normal.”

“I‌ have everything planned‌⁠‌ out already.”

Korin‍ opened up the‍ plan he had​⁠ drafted.

“Hohh…‍ this is!”

“How⁠‌ revolutionary. What an​ idea!”

The‌‍​ mages responded positively.⁠ Korin gave them‍‌‍ an idea from​ Earth, which they​ could re-enact through‌​ the power of‍‌ magic. The resulting​ item was one⁠ that would certainly⁠⁠ gain the spotlight‍‍ in the Exhibition​​‌ Contest.

Besides,​‍‍ it wasn’t hard​‍‍ for the mages⁠⁠ to understand the​ principle and structure‍⁠​ of the design.⁠

Although⁠ they were nothing‍⁠ more than slaves​ now, they had‌​ been and still​‍‌ were the top‍ intellectuals of this‍⁠⁠ world. The group⁠ was full of⁠ elites, and therefore‍‌ analyzing a rather‍⁠⁠ elementary design of⁠ a person from⁠‌ modern Earth was‌‌‌ not too difficult.​‌

“But​ this structure. Although​‌‌ it is mindblowing,⁠​‌ it is hard‌ to imagine how‍‍⁠ we can make​‌​ this possible.”

“I‌‍ am not sure⁠ if our metallurgy​​​ technique can catch‍ up to this‌ idea. Theoretically, we‍ would need thousands⁠‍ of pumps to⁠ be done in​‌ a single minute.”‍

They‍​​ agreed that it⁠ was a great‍​‍ idea, and in‌ fact, there was⁠⁠⁠ something similar in‌⁠ existence already, and‍⁠ this was just‌​‌ a smaller and‌‌ more compact version​‌‍ of it.

The​⁠ problem, however, was​ this – how‍‍‍ were they supposed⁠​​ to create this⁠​ revolutionary item?

“So​‌‌ how do we‌‍ make this?” one‌​ of the mages⁠‌‌ asked.

“Why‌​‍ are you asking⁠ me?” Korin replied.⁠​

“Hnn?”⁠⁠

“Huh?”​

All​ the mages, who‍⁠ had been in​⁠‍ admiration for his‌‌ revolutionary idea, turned​‌‍ to him at​⁠ once but Korin‍⁠ simply shrugged his‍‍​ shoulders in response.​

“That’s‍‍ something for you​ to work out‌​ from now on.”‌

This​ fucker…

The⁠ mages barely held‍ their tongues in‍ place.

***⁠‍⁠

There​‌ were a total‌ of five contests‌‍​ that I had‍‌​ to compete in⁠ during the Autumn⁠​ Harvest Festival.

The‍⁠‍ first of them‌‌ was the Hunting‌​ Contest.

So⁠‌ long as I had the best​‍‍ partners, Ren and⁠⁠​ Ron, the Hunting⁠ Contest was going‍ to be a no-brainer. Besides, I also had the‍​⁠ magic spear Gae‍ Derg, which excelled‍ in hunting beasts.‍‍‌

The‍ second of them​‌ was the Magic​⁠ Exhibition Contest.

Although‍ it was going‌ to be submitted‍​‍ under the name⁠‍ Korin Lork, the‍⁠⁠ mages of the‌‍ Tower were the‍‍​ ones who would‍⁠ be making it.⁠‍​

I just gave them‌⁠‍ a rough idea​​ and told them​ to make it,⁠ but victory was‍ guaranteed as long‌‍ as they could‌⁠ make something basic.​ I knew that‌⁠ because Park Sihu⁠​ had won this​⁠​ contest last year‌‍ with the same​‍⁠ idea.

In​‍​ the first place,‍⁠ the Magic Exhibition‍ Contest was designed‌‌ for the player⁠‌⁠ to be able⁠ to win with⁠​ relative ease. None‍‍‍ of the other‌​ contestants made anything‌‍‍ grandiose.

I guess Professor Deina⁠‌ would be the⁠​‍ only other person​​ with a notable​​ project? She might⁠ get the second-place​⁠‍ prize or something.‌‍‌

Normally,‌⁠​ because the Tower‍​‍ of Mages was‌‍‌ still around during‍‌ this time of​ the scenario, they‍⁠ were the ones​⁠‍ who normally grabbed​‍‌ all the prizes‍‍​ related to magic.‍‍ If the player‍ didn’t join the​​⁠ contest, they would‍‍ have been the⁠‍‍ ones winning it.‌​

The‍ thing about the‌⁠ Magic Exhibition Contest‌ was that it⁠‍⁠ was a place‍ to show off‌⁠‌ your potential and‌‍ future possibilities, instead​‍ of creating something​ perfect. There was⁠⁠‌ no need to​ create the finished‌‍‌ product to win‍ it.

Apart⁠⁠ from the Hunting⁠​‌ Contest and the‌​ Magic Exhibition Contest,⁠⁠​ there were three⁠ others. The Auction⁠ Contest, the Food‌ Sales Contest, and⁠ the Mock Trial⁠​‌ Contest.

The​‍ Auction Contest was‍⁠​ like a popularity‍⁠ auction, where knights‍​ and mages put‌ themselves up as⁠ the prize and​‍⁠ had a meal‍ with the highest‌⁠ bidder.

The‍⁠​ money used in‌ the auction would‍‌ be used for⁠⁠‍ the poor, and⁠ the prices never​⁠ went over the​ top, so it⁠⁠ was easy to⁠​‌ win even with‍ a little bit‌⁠ of money.

I was going to‍ put myself up​ for auction and‍​⁠ I was going​‍ to buy myself;​ of course through‌‌ another person.

Five‌‍ gold coins should⁠‌ be enough. There’s​‍‍ no way people​ would be stupid‌ enough to spend⁠⁠ more than that​​‌ for a single‍ meal, right?

I guess I will⁠ stop Marie from‍‌ going to the⁠⁠ auction though, just‍​ in case.

Everything​ related to money⁠ would become a mess with her‍⁠‌ in the fray,‌‌ and I wasn’t⁠⁠⁠ going to leave‍⁠⁠ any rooms open​ for surprise anymore!‌

With⁠‍‌ that out of‌‌‍ the way, the‍‍‍ remaining two contests‍‌‍ to worry about‍⁠ were the Food⁠​ Sales Contest and⁠⁠‍ the Mock Trial.‌ The Food Sales‍ Contest was quite⁠‌‌ literally a contest​ where students put‌​ up food stalls​​ and competed for‌‍‌ profit. This should‍ be an easy‍⁠ win for me,⁠‌‌ just like the⁠ last iteration.

And⁠‍ last but not​⁠ least was the‍‍‍ Mock Trial Contest.⁠‍

This‍‌‌ was something I decided to attend‍‍ after studying as​ a Justice of‍​ the Peace.

It​ was quite an‍‌‌ interesting event where​‍⁠ Professor Edgar Linton‍​ would toss out‌⁠⁠ difficult conundrums for⁠ a mock trial‌⁠‍ between lawyers and‍⁠ prosecutors.

The‍‍ other reason why‌ I chose this​​ contest as the‌​ final one, was‌ because I wasn’t⁠ confident in winning⁠ the other contests​‍ as much as‍ the Mock Trial⁠ Contest.

I couldn’t attend the​​ [Crossdressing Contest] and‍‌ stuff, right?

Ah,‌​‍ actually, we did‌ do it in​‌‌ the last iteration,⁠ but it was‌‍ Park Sihu and‍⁠ not me.

He⁠‌ won because as⁠​‌ the player, he⁠⁠‍ looked quite feminine⁠​⁠ yet handsome.

Besides,⁠‌⁠ even the cross-dressing⁠‍‌ contest was just​ a popularity poll.‍​ Speaking from my​ experience as the​‌⁠ one who dressed⁠‌ Park Sihu, I could say that​​ winning the contest‍‌⁠ wasn’t that difficult.‌

There⁠ aren’t many proper‍‌‍ contestants and the‌ prizes are decent​‍ but… I ain’t‌⁠ doing it! Never​ in my life!⁠

I wasn’t crazy. There​‍‌ was no way⁠⁠ I would join‌ the crossdressing contest‍⁠ and embarrass myself‌ like that!

『Sihu.‌​ Trust me, you⁠ can do it,​​​ okay? To be⁠‍‍ honest with you,​ you look really‍ pretty. So just‌ take that in‍ as a fact​ and be confident.‌​ We can do⁠​ it!』

…Hmm,⁠‍ I suddenly feel⁠ like a piece‌​‍ of trash for​ saying that in​‍ the last iteration.⁠⁠

But‍​ seriously, crossdressing did⁠‍ suit Park Sihu‍‌‍ quite well. Even‌⁠ though he swore‌‌ every second sentence⁠‌‌ and had zero‍ manners, he looked‍⁠‌ like an angel​ when dressed like​‌‌ a girl!

It​‌‌ was an easy⁠‍ win so why​ wouldn’t he do‍‌ it? Right? It‌‌ was only natural‌ that I ended⁠ up thinking that‌ way.

As​ opposed to that,‌⁠‍ it was impossible‌‍ that I would​‍⁠ look good dressed‌⁠ like a girl.‍‍‌ Look at me‍ – these awesome‍ biceps and triceps;‍‌ the fruition of‍ working out!

Crossdressing​‌⁠ would only work‍​ for feminine-looking guys​ like Park Sihu​‌ and Ron, and‌‌‌ it would be​‌⁠ horrible for a person like me.​‍​

“Maybe‌‌ I should ask​ Ron to do​ it.”

It‌​⁠ would be a sure win if⁠ Ron were to‍ do it. He​⁠‍ didn’t even need​​​ to wear makeup.‌‍ He looked the⁠ same as Ren‍⁠ except for the⁠‍‌ flat chest, so⁠⁠ as long as‌⁠ we put him‌ in a dress…‍‌

……⁠

“Uwek.‍‍ No. Were you…⁠ looking at me⁠‌ like that, bro?”​​

“What⁠ are you thinking,‍‍ Boss? How can​‌ you ask him‌ for something like‍ that!”

“…Wait,‌ you’re making me⁠ look like a piece of trash⁠⁠ now! I’m telling‌‌ you; the prize‍⁠ is pretty good,‍ so let’s halve‌⁠ it between us!”‌‌

“Why‌‍ would we halve‌⁠‍ it!? Even if‌ we were doing‌‍ it, we would​‌ have to take‌‍‍ the whole thing!”⁠‍

Tch.‌​​ As expected of⁠​⁠ Ren, she was​ clever despite her​‌‌ childish appearance.

It‍⁠ seemed that I had no choice‌ but to give​​ up on this‌⁠‌ round’s Crossdressing Contest.​​

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