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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 205: Autumn Harvest Festival (2)

Chapter 205: Autumn Harvest Festival (2)

One​ white gold coin.​ That equated to​ 100 gold coins.⁠

There‍‌​ were a multitude​‌​ of things that‍ could be done⁠ with that amount‌‌⁠ of money. It‌⁠​ was enough to⁠ purchase a whole‍⁠ floor of a decent building in‌⁠‌ the CBD, and⁠ although it might​​ not be enough‍⁠⁠ for a wyvern,‌‍ it would certainly‍‌​ be able to​​‌ buy you the⁠​‌ best-bred horses of‍ the South.

It​⁠ was rare for‌‍‍ famous and veteran​ guardians to be‍⁠​ paid that much⁠ money. Only a few would ever‌‌ earn the “qualification”‍‍ to handle such⁠ high-paying tasks.

White​ gold coins were​ a type of​ currency that was‌‍‌ hard to see⁠‍​ unless they were‍ in semi-Unique Grade‌​‌ subjugation missions, which‌​⁠ only accepted Grade​‌‌ 1 guardians or‌⁠⁠ whole parties of‌ Grade 2 guardians.‌ Grade 3 guardians⁠ wouldn’t even be​​ allowed near it.‌‍‌

And‌ yet paying that‍ much money—

For​‌‌ a single day?‍​‌

In⁠⁠​ fact, it would​​ only be half⁠‍‍ a day – and even then,⁠‍‌ it probably wouldn’t⁠⁠‌ go all the‍​ way till midnight,‍ so it was‍ practically just for⁠​‍ a single dinner.‌⁠​

How‍‌‌ could anyone sane⁠ possibly waste a white gold coin‌​ for that short‍​ period of time?⁠⁠‌

Isabelle,‍ as well as‌​ everyone present, turned‍ their eyes to⁠‍​ the one who‍​‌ confidently bid a white gold coin.‍

Who⁠⁠‍ in this Academy​‍ other than Marie‌⁠​ Dunareff was able​‌‍ to waste their​⁠ money to such‌‌‌ an extreme extent?​‍​ The person that‌‍​ everyone found in‍ search of the‌⁠‌ lunatic who spent​ a white gold⁠ coin… was a middle-aged man to⁠⁠ everyone’s surprise.

“Who​ in the— Uncle‌⁠ Marde?!”

“It‌‌‌ has been a while, Isabelle.”

It‍‌‌ was none other‌‌ than Marie’s father,‍​ Marde Dunareff.

Marie⁠ might be the⁠‌ imperial princess of⁠‍ the Potato Empire,​‍ but he was​⁠ the Potato Emperor​ himself. The ruler⁠​‌ of the southern​ empire with the​‌ biggest financial influence‍ throughout the continent,​‌ Duke Marde, was‌ sitting among the​ audience of the​‌ Auction Contest.

– Duke Marde? Why⁠​‌ is he here?⁠

– And why is​ he bidding…?

“W,⁠‌ why…?”

“Huhu.‍ Isabelle. Do you⁠‍‌ think I wouldn’t⁠ know what you’re​⁠ up to? Marie⁠ must have asked‌‌​ you for a favor. All for‌ a single d,​‌ d… date with‌ that little guy!”‍⁠

“Umm…”⁠

The‌⁠​ duke barely finished‌ his sentence with‌​ his teeth chattering‌ in fury.

“Korin‌⁠‌ Lorrrkk…! I won’t⁠ let Marie stay‍‌ next to you​‍ for a single​ minute today unless‍‍ you go over‍​​ my dead body!‍‌⁠ Because she will‌​⁠ be having a date with her‌‍ father the entire​​⁠ day! WAHAHAHAHAH…!!”

– Oh my gosh…‌‍

– Wow…

– Damn. That’s a bit overboard.

– That’s a little‍​ gross.

Right.⁠​

Duke​ Marde – he‌⁠ was simply here‌‍⁠ to stop Marie⁠‍‍ from having a successful bid on​ Korin. In order‌‌ to monopolize the‌⁠‍ time with his‌‌ daughter, he was‍‌ here to bid⁠‍ on her boyfriend‍​‌ so that he‍ wouldn’t be a nuisance!

“Uhh,​‌ Father?”

“Don’t​‍ you dare call‌‌ me ‘Father’!”

Korin‌​​ dumbfoundedly raised his⁠​ hand but Duke‌⁠‍ Marde yelled in⁠⁠ return. Regardless, Korin⁠ stuck with his​⁠ conviction and finished​‌⁠ his sentence.

“It’s⁠‌‌ a bit… unsightly.”⁠

“History…⁠‍‍ is written by‍⁠ the victors!”

He‍‍ seemed to have​‌ lost himself from‌​‌ jealousy towards his⁠⁠‍ daughter’s boyfriend. Isabelle​‌ concealed her agreement​‌ with Korin’s statement⁠​⁠ and carefully raised‌‍ the price.

“110​‍​ coins…”

“Haha,‌ Isabelle. My daughter‍⁠ has a lot‍⁠⁠ of money but‌⁠​ not as much‌​​ as I do.​ 1,000 gold coins!”⁠‍⁠

“Uncle…”‍​⁠

The⁠‌​ duke lifted his​‍⁠ hand with a confident shout but‍ little did he‌​‍ know that that​ made him look‌‌‍ even worse.

I can’t beat him‍‌ with money though…⁠​​

No‍​‌ matter how much​ money Marie had,⁠ she was still⁠‌‌ nothing but the‌⁠ next in line‍ to the empire.‌‍⁠ Competing against the‍ emperor himself with​⁠ money would be⁠‌‌ a foolish move.​‍

“Fufu.​‍⁠ Looks like there‍ are no more‌ bidders. So I—”​‌​

“Dear.⁠ What are you‍​ doing here?”

“Hahp!”‍​​

That‌‍‍ was when an‍​‌ unexpected someone entered‌ the auditorium.

Elencia‍​ Dunareff – the‌‌ queen of the‌‌ empire.

The‌​⁠ Duchess of the⁠‍‌ Dunareff Dukedom was‍ here to stop‍​ her husband.

“H,​ honey…! I thought‌⁠ you were going⁠ to Marie’s Exhibition⁠‌ with the kids!”⁠

“I⁠⁠‍ came here for‍‌​ a look because‌‍​ I heard our​ Korin was going⁠ to be auctioned.⁠‍ But I wasn’t‍‌⁠ expecting to see‍​ you here though.”‌

Duke​‌‍ Marde froze stiff‌⁠ as if he‌‌⁠ were in front‍⁠⁠ of the god​‌ of death. It⁠‌‌ didn’t matter whether⁠ he was the​ Potato Emperor or​⁠ not.

“Don’t⁠‍ tell me you’re⁠ trying to interfere⁠⁠ with Marie’s date.‍ Are you?”

“Ahhkk…!​ H, honey…!”

To‍ Elencia, he was‌⁠ nothing but a husband.

“What⁠‍⁠ an embarrassment! The‌​⁠ kids are all​ waiting for you!‌⁠​ Come here!”

“Honeyy…!”‍‍

Duke​ Marde cried like⁠ a beast being⁠‍⁠ forced into the⁠ slaughterhouse as Elencia​⁠ pulled him by‍‌ the ear. He‌‌ was a renowned‍​​ mage and the⁠⁠​ emperor of the‍‍‌ Potato Empire, but‍​ couldn’t do anything‍⁠​ before his wife,‌‌⁠ who used to‍‍ be a high-ranked‌‌⁠ knight in the‌‌‍ past.

“Son-in-law‍ Korin~. Let’s have‍⁠ a family meal‌​​ together sometime soon~”‌​‍

“I,⁠​‌ I will see‌ you later, Mother.”‍

“Don’t‍​‌ call her ‘Mother’!​⁠ Alright?! She’s not​ your mother! KUAAAHK…!”​

After‌ the duke was⁠‍‌ pulled away by⁠ the duchess, silence‌‍ returned to the⁠ auditorium, and Isabelle‌​ carefully raised her⁠ hand back up.​​‍

“…1,001⁠‍‍ gold coins.”

It‍‌ ended up being‍⁠ much higher than⁠ expected, but this‌ was still within‌‍⁠ the acceptable realm.⁠‍‌ As expected, no‌​‌ one apart from‍ Duke Marde was​‌ invested enough to⁠​ call a higher⁠​ number than that.‍‍

Korin⁠‍​ heaved a deep​ sigh and waited​ for the bid‌ to go through‌⁠‍ but…

It​​ was then.

“2,000‌ gold coins~”

– What?

– T, two…?

– Two thousand?!”

The‍‍​ appearance of another⁠⁠ unexpected bidder surprised‌‍​ everyone in the⁠⁠ audience including Isabelle‌‍‍ who was astonished‌‌⁠ after confirming who‌⁠ it was.

“Korin-dongsaeng~”⁠⁠

A returning 3rd year‌​ student, and the⁠ Saintess of the⁠ Order who was​⁠​ supposed to be‍‌ at the Chapel‍ of Zeon right⁠⁠‍ now… Estelle was​‍⁠ waving her hand​ at Korin with⁠‌ a smile on‍ her face.

“Why​⁠ are you here?!”‍

Korin‍‌ was confused. If​ she wanted to‌ have a meal​⁠ together, why didn’t⁠ she just come​‍⁠ any other time?‌⁠​ Why bother using‌⁠⁠ so much money​​‍ to…

“T,⁠ two thousand and⁠ one gold coins…”‍‌

“Three​ thousand! I just⁠​ finished my match.”⁠‌​

– ‘Match’? Is she‍ talking about the‌ Tournament? I thought‍ the quarter-finals began​​‌ 30 minutes ago?​‌

– Did she just‌ beat her quarter-final⁠⁠ opponent in a flash or something?⁠

Everyone​ in the auction‍‌​ was appalled and⁠ so was Isabelle,⁠‌​ who was starting‍‍ to feel nauseous.‍​

She‌ was increasing the‍⁠ bid by one⁠‍‍ gold coin, while‌ the opponent was‍ raising it up​​⁠ in thousands. A thousand gold coins⁠​ was a massive‌‌ leap. One gold⁠ coin amounted to‌ a month’s expenses​‍⁠ of a four-person‌​‌ family and yet…​⁠ a thousand of​ them?

There‌‍‌ were rumors these‍ days about how⁠⁠​ the Saintess had‍‌ gone crazy and‍ it seemed that‌ those rumors had‌‌‍ been true all‍​ along.

“Ms.‌ Junior Isabelle~. I know who asked‍​ you to come‌ here, but are​ you sure you’re​⁠ alright? That’s not⁠‍‍ your money, is​ it~?”

Saintess‍⁠ Estelle. The beauty⁠⁠‍ with adorable pink​‍⁠ hair was someone​ who couldn’t resist⁠ not having what‌‍​ she wanted to‌‍ obtain.

“Mhmm…”‌⁠

Isabelle⁠‌ lamented and hesitated‍ before the biggest‍ religious leader of​⁠ the entire continent.‍‍

Of‍ course, Estelle was‍​ far from being‌ a direct rival​​ of the Dunareff‌ in terms of‌ financial power. In⁠‌ the end, she‍ was a Saintess‌‍‌ and a religious​ leader of the‍​ Order, and not⁠ a businessman making‌​‍ a profit from​ business models.

There‌‌ wouldn’t have been⁠⁠ any problems had​‌​ Estelle been “nothing‌​​ but a Saintess”.‍‍

Estelle‍‍ Hadassa El Rath.‌‌ She was one‍‍ of the only‌⁠ two heirs to⁠‌ the throne in⁠ this country and⁠ had recently confiscated​⁠ the material possession⁠‌‌ of the traitor‍‍‍ pope and the‌‌‍ cardinals.

A faithful saintess would‍⁠⁠ have gladly used⁠⁠ that money for​ the Order, but⁠ Estelle no longer‌‍‌ fell in that‍‌‌ category.

The‍ unfaithful believer, who⁠⁠‍ discarded the fake​ god and found​⁠ a new faith⁠‌ along with a big aspiration of‍ becoming the Goddess⁠‍ of the Earth​⁠​ herself, swallowed the‍⁠ entirety of their⁠‍ wealth for herself‌​ and confiscated an⁠ amount that even​⁠ the Dunareff wouldn’t⁠ be able to​‌ scoff at.

Naturally,‌⁠‌ it was impossible​ for Isabelle to⁠‌ know the ins‍‍⁠ and outs of‍ everything happening, but⁠ regardless, she did​‌‌ not have the​ guts to compete‍⁠ against the Saintess⁠⁠ in this war​‍⁠ of attrition.

Marie⁠​ said she didn’t‌ care about the‌ amount of money‌‌ required but…

From‌⁠‍ what Isabelle knew,‍ Marie received dozens​‍ of thousands of‌​⁠ gold coins every‍‍‌ month as an​‍⁠ allowance directly from‍‌ Duke Marde. That‌ didn’t include the‌​⁠ profit she made‌​⁠ from her mines,‌‍ lands, and farms.‌​‍

She‍ was certainly super‌​‍ rich, and could⁠ definitely spend 100,000‌⁠‌ gold coins in‍‍ a single day‍‌‌ and say to‍‌ herself, “Ah. Let’s‌ be a little‌‌⁠ bit more frugal⁠⁠‍ next month.”

Even​‍ the Saintess wouldn’t​‍ be able to‍ keep up with​‌⁠ that, but it‍‍ was different in‍ this case because‌⁠ Isabelle was the​⁠ one who had⁠‍‌ to spend the⁠ money.

“Ugh…”⁠

Isabelle‌ had a very⁠‌ average sense of​‍‌ money. She was⁠ a normal person‌ who was afraid⁠⁠ of hundreds of‍ gold coins being‍ spent at once⁠ let alone thousands.‍​‌

– A, a, a,‌‌​ a, a, any‌​‍ more bids…? T,‍‍ then that will‌​ be it.

Even⁠‍‌ the host, Rondon,‌⁠‌ couldn’t speak properly​ due to the⁠‌​ astronomical amounts of‌ money being thrown⁠‌ around. That was‌⁠​ nothing strange because‍‍ 3,000 gold coins…​⁠‍ 30 white gold​‌‌ coins were around‌⁠ what normal guardians​⁠ would be able⁠ to make during‌⁠⁠ their entire lifetime.‍⁠

Using‌⁠⁠ that much money‍‍‍ for a single⁠‌ meal was astounding,‌​ to say the​‍ least.

“Well!​‌‌ He’ll be mine‌​ for the whole‌‌ day then~”

Estelle‌ hopped onto the⁠⁠ stage with light‍‍ steps which was‍ unthinkable for someone​ who just spent‌ 3,000 gold coins.​​⁠ She wrapped her​​‌ arm around Korin’s‍​ waist and blatantly⁠‌⁠ declared to the​⁠ whole auditorium.

“He‌⁠ is mine after⁠ all.”

Everyone‍ was speechless at‍​ the face of⁠⁠ her confident show‍⁠​ of obsession.

……⁠​

Immediately⁠‌ after the auction⁠ was over, Marie​ looked for Isabelle⁠‌ with excitement in‌‍​ her eyes.

“Isabelle~.⁠ How did the‌ auction go? Where⁠​⁠ is Korin?”

“Umm…​‍ Marie. You see.”​​⁠

Marie‍‍ was looking for‍‍‌ the boy who‌‌ wasn’t anywhere near⁠ them with a bright smile on​ her face. There⁠​ was not a sliver of doubt​‌‍ in her golden⁠ eyes.

“Isabelle?”‍​

“T,‍ the thing is…”‌

Isabelle‍ began to explain⁠‍​ what happened, starting‍⁠ from the sudden‌⁠‌ interruption of Duke‍ Marde and how​ Estelle took the⁠ final bid with⁠⁠ 3,000 gold coins.​

“W,​⁠‍ why? I, I told you you‍​⁠ can use as‍⁠ much money as⁠​⁠ you want…”

“Spending⁠‌ that much money​ for a single​​ meal just doesn’t⁠ make sense… And​‌⁠ besides, you can‍​ have a meal​‌‍ with Korin whenever‍⁠‍ you want to.”​⁠

“T,‍ that’s not the‍‌‍ important part! I mean! Of course,⁠‌ it is important‍⁠ but…!”

That⁠⁠‌ wasn’t the problem​ here. What was‍ important was to‍ win, without giving⁠​ anyone else an​‍ opportunity to even​‌ get near him.⁠​‍

“Even‍ a million would‍‌ have been fine!”​

“What?!‍‌‌ What’s wrong with⁠⁠‌ you!? Wake up!!”‍

Isabelle⁠‌‌ started to feel‌ afraid because Marie‌ was, in fact,​ rich enough to​​‍ spend that much‌ for a single​ meal.

***​

A suite room of​ a fancy hotel​ in the city​​ was quickly being‍⁠‍ filled with dishes.‌‍ It seemed that​​​ Estelle had made‌‌‍ the orders beforehand​ as if she⁠⁠‌ had never even​ considered defeat.

Fancy‌ steaks and century-old‌ wines were being‌ placed on the‌ table and yet‌⁠ the table was⁠ surrounded by silence​​‍ instead of a merry and romantic‌ atmosphere.

“…”‍⁠

“…”‍

The‌ reason for that⁠​⁠ was because Korin⁠ had been quietly⁠‍ staring at Estelle‍⁠‍ for a while‍ without saying a word.

His⁠ eyes did not‌ contain the kindness‌⁠‌ that they used​​‌ to.

“U,⁠‌ uhh… Dongsaeng?”

“Don’t​⁠ call me that.”‌‌⁠

“Hiing…”‌‍

“And‍​ close your mouth.”⁠‍​

“Mhmm…‌‌⁠ Are you, mad?”‌⁠

Estelle‍‍‍ shrank back after‍‌ sensing the anger‌‍‍ concealed in his⁠ voice. On a scale of 0 to 10 in‍‌​ terms of anger,‍⁠‍ he appeared to⁠‍ be around a 6. It was‌‌‌ hard to say⁠‌‌ if it was‍‌ on a serious‌‍‍ level or not,⁠ but it was​ important because this‍ was Estelle’s first‌⁠ time seeing him​⁠ reach a 6 in the first‍‍ place.

“I​‌‍ really feel like‍⁠ punching you, but‌⁠‍ I will hold⁠⁠‍ myself back in​⁠​ case you get​ hurt.”

“Whyy…?”⁠‍‌

“Do‌​ you really not⁠ know why?”

“I​ really don’t…”

She‍‌ looked puzzled and⁠ clueless, and that‍ only served to‌ increase Korin’s anger​ by another level.‍⁠

“You‍ think 3,000 gold​​‌ coins is a joke? Both Senior​‍ Marie and you,‍ Saintess. I wasn’t‌‌‍ expecting you to‌​ be so reckless.”​⁠

“I,‌ it’s not that​‍⁠ big a money​‌ though…”

“It‌​‌ is, and it’s‌⁠ certainly not something‍‌ you should be​​ throwing away like​‌‍ that.”

“Then​​ what…! Should I have just watched‌‍⁠ Ms. Junior Isabelle‍​​ buy you? If‌ it was Duke⁠ Marde, it might​ have been fine,‍ but…”

“Like,⁠ that’s not important—”⁠

“It⁠ is to me.”‌‌​

Estelle‍ looked straight into⁠ his eyes. She⁠ too was just⁠‌ as serious as‍ Korin.

“3,000‌​‍ gold coins? It​⁠​ was a donation‌‌ anyway. A large‍‍ amount of money?‌​ Sure, it’s not‍⁠ a small amount‍‌ of money, but‌‌‍ I used it‌ in a meaningful‍‍ way and I am very satisfied⁠‍‍ by it.”

She‌ said with a bright smile without⁠⁠‌ a sliver of​ regret, but that​ only made Korin​​⁠ uncomfortable.

“There⁠ should be a limit though,” Korin‌‌ said with a sigh, “The last⁠⁠ thing I wanted‌‌‌ was this whole‍‌​ thing looking like​⁠‌ you were buying‍‍​ ribbons with your⁠⁠ money.”

Korin’s​‍​ goal was to​‍‌ hit the highest⁠‍ price and get‌​‌ a golden ribbon.‌ His plan was⁠​ to bid on‌​ himself through Ren⁠‍‍ and was expecting⁠‌ 2~30 gold coins⁠⁠​ to be the​ maximum price.

And⁠⁠‌ he was going⁠​‍ to fairly distribute​ those ribbons to​ the people who⁠ liked him to⁠‍⁠ display his gratitude.⁠‍

He‍⁠⁠ couldn’t accept how​ the contest turned⁠ into the girls⁠‍‍ competing to buy⁠‌​ their own ribbon.‍

Her‍ face stiffened and‍ turned serious after‌⁠ hearing his words.⁠‍

“Buying​ ribbons with our‍ money?”

“…That’s⁠‌ how it looks⁠​⁠ like now.”

Estelle​‍ grabbed him by⁠ one of his‌ arms and brought⁠‍ it to her​⁠ face so that⁠⁠ he could touch​ her cheek with​ his large hand.‍⁠

“Right.‍⁠⁠ It might seem​ that way but‍⁠⁠ both Ms. Junior​‍ Marie and I would probably do​ the same thing⁠⁠‌ regardless.”

“…”‍‍

“What‌‌‌ we were trying⁠ to do has‍ nothing to do​‍‌ with buying ribbons.‍‍‍ We were stopping⁠‍ you from being‍​‌ sold.”

There‌⁠ was no longer‍‍​ even a hint⁠​‌ of mischievousness in‍⁠ her eyes. She‍​⁠ knew it might⁠​ seem unsightly, but⁠ she did not​ regret it nor​ was she ashamed⁠​ of it in‌‌ any way.

“I​⁠ know why you‌⁠⁠ were in the​ Auction Contest, and‌​​ how you are‍‍ attending multiple contests⁠‌ at once. I do get that​​ we gave you⁠⁠⁠ a burden.

“But‌​ at the same‌​⁠ time, I’m happy‌ to see you​‌‍ pushing yourself. I love your seriousness‍⁠ and responsibility. I know. You are‌‌ not someone money‍⁠‍ can buy, and‌‌ money is not‍​​ a way to​‌ obtain you. However…”​⁠​

In‌‌⁠ her eyes were⁠‌ scorching flames of‌‌‍ jealousy, envy, obsession,​‌​ and her wish‍​ to possess… All‍⁠⁠ those emotions were‌‌​ in relation to‍‍ one person.

“I‌ cannot allow it.‍ The thought of​​ you officially belonging⁠‍ to someone apart‌‍‌ from me even​⁠⁠ for a split‍‍ second… is very,⁠‍‌ very unpleasant.”

“You⁠ are assigning too​ much meaning into‌ this.”

“Everyone​ has a different​​ perspective.”

Estelle‍‌ retracted her burning​ eyes and floated​​‍ a smile.

“At​​ least it means​‌​ a lot to‍ me.”

Why‍‍ did she like‌‌‍ him so much?‍‌⁠ Korin could not‍⁠‌ comprehend the fanatical‌ obsession she had​​ toward him.

Even‌‌ before the regression,‌​‌ she did seem‌‌ fond of him‌‍​ but it was​‍ within the realms​⁠‍ of normality.

Now…​

Maybe‍⁠ it had something‌ to do with‌ her turning away‍‍‌ from her faith.​‌​ The Saintess, who‍ sang praises to‍​‍ the Lord, seemed‍​ to have now​​​ shifted the target​​ of her faith​ to him.

“Haa…​⁠⁠ Please be careful​‍​ later on. Unlike​‍‌ you, Noonim, I am a coward.”‍‍

“Hehe,‌ I will! Oh‌ right! The food’s​‌ getting cold. Do​ you want me‌ to cut the‍‍⁠ steak for you?”‌​⁠

“I’m‍ fine.”

Estelle​ poured the wine⁠​ with a smile‌ blooming on her​‌‌ face.

Korin‍‌ decided to look​⁠‌ at it from‌ a positive perspective.‌​ He finally got​⁠‍ to drink alcohol‌‍‍ again, so he‍​ was about to‍​⁠ bring his hands‌‍‌ to the glass​ but…

– Swoosh.

That‌⁠‍ was when something​⁠​ crawled up from​ his ankle to​ his calf. He‌ couldn’t tell what‍ it was due⁠‌ to his long​‌‌ trousers obscuring his‍ sense of touch,‌‌ but knew logically‌​​ that there was‌‌​ only one thing​‍‍ underneath the table​⁠⁠ that could be‍​‌ touching him.

“You⁠ know, Dongsaeng.”

With‌‍ her chin resting‌⁠‍ on her hands,‍‍ Estelle floated a seductive smile.

“Should‍ we do something‍⁠‍ naughty together?”

Her⁠‍ smile was ever‌‍ so charming and‍​ captivating.

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