On May 31, 675, at 8:30 AM, the locals of Giemburg were gathered in the streets.
They were preparing Giemburg for the celebration that would take place in three days with joy and happiness.
The day that Daniel de Molière had defeated the Demon King was fast approaching, and important figures from within and outside the human world would be visiting Giemburg to celebrate the thousandth anniversary of the world's defeat of the demons.
This motivated them to work diligently and energetically to provide the best possible conditions of comfort during the next seven days.
Elsewhere, in Soliver's manager's office, Yuta sat in a chair opposite his desk, calmly studying his tablet.
Yuta remained staring at his tablet for several seconds before turning his gaze to Soliver.
Yuta's eyes analyzed every aspect of Soliver while he glanced sideways at information on the tablet.
He spoke in a calm tone as he placed A side note read, "You requested the provision of 5 entertainment centers equipped with all kinds of electronic games, from standard to high-quality virtual reality games."
"In addition, 6 ice cream machines, 34 high-quality microphones, and 456 freezers to store products during the festival. Is that correct, Mr. Lucifer?"
Lucifer took a breath, looking at him, even though he didn't want to deal with him. He knew that private technology companies, especially those in Yuta, wouldn't make things easy for them, even after Yuta announced his support. Yuta's cold demeanor was better than good, and he wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior for long.
Nevertheless, the Vrselkin Academy decided to proceed with the deal. Whatever the cost, it would be distributed among the Imperial Family, the duchies, clans, and major sects located in Central Continent.
Furthermore, the festival would showcase the Vrselkin Academy's ability to host such events.
Therefore, Lucifer saw no other option but to leave a grudge against them. Moreover, thanks to the Heavenly Division, he was confident that... Yuta wouldn't do anything against him, and the same applied to him.
He spoke calmly, looking at him, but there was a feeling that what was about to happen wouldn't end well. "Yes, as I said, we need everything you mentioned regarding the location of the entertainment centers. There are many bankrupt shops in Giemburg that we will use to convert into entertainment centers."
Yuta looked at him intently for several minutes, understanding what he meant by bankrupt shops. He spoke nonchalantly while calculating the cost of everything. "You want to confiscate five huge shops to turn them into arcades? That doesn't matter to me. What matters to me are two things: providing suitable locations to start operations and having the necessary funds before work begins. Otherwise, the deal will automatically be canceled. My words are clear, Soliver."
Soliver's expression remained calm, growing increasingly sharp and cold, while a murderous aura emanated from his body. Yet, Yuta's expression remained unchanged.
He spoke sarcastically, glancing at him out of the corner of his crimson eyes. "Anger is bad for your health." "Hey, old man, remember the oath of Heaven. You can't do anything to me, directly or indirectly."
Soliver's expression remained calm as he looked at him, his desire to kill him buried deep in his heart.
Yuta continued, having finished his calculations—or so it seemed to Soliver. "Equipping one entertainment center with games costs 145,000 Platinum Coins, totaling 725 Platinum Coins."
"The latest version of the ice cream machine costs 23 Gold Coins, and you ordered six ice cream machines, so the total is 138 Gold Coins. One microphone costs 4 Gold Coins, and the total of 34 microphones costs 136 Gold Coins."
"One latest model freezer costs 168 Gold Coins, totaling 76,608 Gold Coins, or I'd suggest 3 Platinum Coins."
"Therefore, the total cost, including installation and delivery, is 725,000." Platinum coins and 77,455 gold coins
The director stared at the invoice in his hands for several seconds. It was an astronomical sum, enough to bankrupt entire counties, sects, and clans.
But for the Vrselkin Academy, it wasn't a huge amount. Their treasury was overflowing with treasures, and the total sum wouldn't affect them.
Furthermore, the Vrselkin Academy wasn't solely responsible for an upcoming festival in Central Continent, so the invoice would be distributed among everyone on the continent.
"You don't seem to take things lightly, Yuta Casseral. Wouldn't it be wise to build a good reputation by helping with preparations for the millennium celebration of the world's defeat of the demons?"
Yuta returned his tablet to his dimensional space while looking calmly at Soliver.
He smiled slightly as he glanced through an open window at the Vrselkin Academy courtyard, where he saw students and professors helping with preparations. For the upcoming festival celebration
"Listen, Soliver, I'm not a fool to fall for your cheap trick. As for the money, you have until dawn tomorrow to pay, or the contract will be canceled," Yuta's voice was firm as he rose from his chair and left his office.
This made Soliver furious. On top of that, Carter Pleasures had left the Heavenly Immortals Academy again to complete the paperwork there to facilitate decent living conditions for the students when they went to the coming world. This placed the entire burden of responsibility for the academy, Verselkin, on him.
"That bastard knows things he shouldn't hear. Haaaaaah! Perhaps he'll be suitable for trapping us."
On Sunday, at the Verselkin Academy, Yuta paced around, contemplating his next move. An upcoming festival was about to begin.
"There will be important guests, including the Dragon King of Avaris and the Alveolar King Julius. It will be very interesting—alveolars, elves, and angels all in one place."
"With "It seems the Tai clan is still investigating me for the murder of Edward Brezek and suspecting that I killed Tai Sao Mi."
"On top of that, there's the Black and White Scorpion who tracks my every move, which is becoming increasingly annoying."
"However, it's alright. After the summer festival, the issues with the Black and White Scorpion and Aster Guilford, along with several other problems, will be resolved simultaneously," Yuta said calmly to himself as he wandered the academy's Ruslekin
On his way, he encountered Jian Yi and Tom, who were strolling together towards the Ruslekin Academy grounds to help with preparations.
Jian Yi's family was coming, and he needed to show that he had improved and developed during his time at the Ruslekin Academy.
They both glanced at him for a few seconds before approaching him.
"How are you, Yuta? You looked tired last night," Tom said quietly, looking at Yuta.
Yuta replied as they continued walking, "I was busy last night thinking about preparations for an upcoming festival. There's a lot of work to do, and I'm just waiting for your approval, Director, on the agreed-upon amount."
They both looked at him in surprise for a few seconds. They knew that the equipment was expensive, and the Ruslekin Academy would need many of the materials manufactured by his companies.
The amount wouldn't be cheap; they would have to pay exorbitant sums to acquire that equipment. Despite this, There was no cause for concern.
The resources Yuta's companies needed to manufacture their devices were expensive, and selling them cheaply would be costly and guarantee the collapse of his companies in a very short time.
Jian Yi spoke calmly, looking at the enthusiastic students around him. It was a sight that inspired joy and excitement, yet he maintained a composed expression. "So you don't intend to part with a single copper coin, do you?"
Yuta didn't answer his question, but his calm demeanor was the strongest evidence that he had no intention of parting with a single penny.
Even though the festival would be free publicity for his products, it would also indirectly showcase the quality and cleanliness of his work.
They decided to continue on their way without saying anything pointless. Yuta had no intention of revealing any information about the contract with the Freslakin Academy.
And both Tom and Jian Yi knew that they wouldn't get any valuable information out of him no matter how hard they tried.
Several minutes passed before... They arrived at the Ferkelsen Academy courtyard, which was packed with students and professors from all years, levels, and specializations.
"Take it easy, take it easy, don't spoil anything... good."
"Hey, be quiet! Don't act like you're some expert at hanging lanterns. You're distracting me."
"Does anyone know where the ropes for hanging the flags are?"
"Just a little further." "Don't stop! Don't put them there." "A little to the right."
"Good, well done!"
"Wow, Ferkelsen Academy is in full swing preparing for the festival! Let's go help out!"
"Amazing! I'm so excited! It's going to be an unforgettable festival! And on top of that, there won't be any classes until the end of the festival! Hahaha!"
The atmosphere was filled with happiness and cooperation between the students and professors. They all shared one goal: preparing for the most important event of their lives and securing their future.
This wasn't a festival where they would celebrate their victory over the demons of the world.
A thousand years ago, it was simply a test of their mettle, a guarantee of a place in the great or powerful sects. In the worst-case scenario, other forces would demonstrate their continued strength and forge alliances.
However, the students on Jeju Island felt no anxiety, having already proven themselves in the preceding days.
This made students from other disciplines envious, as their places in powerful sects and clans were guaranteed, whether as incoming or outgoing students.
"So, what will you do? Will you help prepare for the festival, or will you just stand by and watch?" Yuta's calm tone was enough to break the silence that had lasted several minutes.
They turned their gazes towards the students and professors for a few seconds before Jian Yi, wearing a mask, spoke, looking at Yuta. "I'll use this time to rest. We've faced stronger enemies than the other students."
"Moreover, all eyes will be on us, the future Masters Class students, during the festival, and you'll be the one most under scrutiny from both friend and foe."
After hearing Jian Yi's words Yi glanced at Tom as if Jian Yi's article was of no consequence to him.
A faint smile appeared on Tom's face as he understood the meaning behind Yuta's gaze. "I'll take it easy. I'm still tired from what happened in the past few days, so I'll either be at my apartment or wandering around Giemburg City for the next three days."
Yuta spoke calmly after hearing their indifferent opinions, which made them feel slightly uneasy. "Do whatever you want for the next three days, but after that, things will be dangerous. Any foolish action will cost you dearly."
A serious expression settled on both their faces as they listened to Yuta's words. His words were a reality they had to accept. Celebrating their victory over the demon world was not without consequences.
The presence of superpowers—the Elve Empress, angels, orcs, and barbarians—would be enough to ignite a large-scale war with dire repercussions.
And what about a war against the Dragon World and the Alevis? It would be a war none of them would wish to end, not even in their dreams. Their Darkest Nightmare
The seven days were approaching like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode and destroy the world they knew.
Yet, this didn't stop them from celebrating. Every student, teacher, and person in the human world knew this, yet they decided to continue.
Fear doesn't prevent one from pursuing their goals. They had to be committed, patient, and adapt to the nature of non-human guests, and the same applied to them.
Humans weren't weak after all. There was Reinhardt, considered one of the strongest entities in the ordinary world they were currently in.
Elsewhere, Seok, Yorechi, and Gray were strolling through the city of Giemsburg, watching the residents prepare for a festival.
Shops were closed and bustling with activity as they prepared for the festival, and stalls of all kinds were being set up.
However, Seok was distracted as he walked with them. His mind was preoccupied with his family and his friend, Soo-ho, preventing him from fully enjoying the joyous atmosphere. Around him
This wasn't hidden from either Gree or Roichi, who knew that Seok and Sooho's relationship was strong. "Do you want to visit your friend Sooho at the rehabilitation center?" Roichi's voice was calm as he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
A look of shock crossed Seok's face as he looked at him. They had prevented him from visiting the previous night because the students were mentally and psychologically unstable.
But he couldn't suppress a smile.From the moment Yorichi, Reinhardt's son, appeared, it would be illogical for them to refuse him, otherwise they would find themselves in serious trouble.
Nevertheless, he kept looking at him, trying to understand his true motive or intention behind his actions.
Yorichi spoke, revealing his reason: "Didn't you kill the traitors who tried to kill me when I was completely exhausted and unable to move an inch of my body or a shred of my strength?"
Seok looked at him for several seconds with a mixture of confusion and slight bewilderment. His life had always been a matter of survival of the fittest, and the idea of repaying a debt was practically nonexistent.
"If you want to repay the debt I owe you, that's fine, Mr. Yorichi de Molière," Seok said with suppressed happiness and apparent calm.
Grey spoke with obvious annoyance, placing his hands on their shoulders. "We're not in some cheap drama here, so you'd better go meet your companion."
Yorichi and Seok looked at each other in surprise, but decided to continue on their way without saying anything. Last
After 24 minutes at the rehabilitation center, each of them stood before the gate, gazing calmly towards the center, imagining themselves in the place of the students and professors who died during the events on Jeju Island and in the city of Euspecies.
Six guards stood between them and entry to the rehabilitation center.
One guard's gaze was cold and sharp, while the aura of an experienced ruler emanated from his body. He spoke with a mixture of calm and firm respect, "Mr. Seok, I told you previously that you cannot enter for several security reasons. Therefore, we ask you to leave."
"As for Mr. Gray de Molière and Mr. Yorichi de Molière, we ask you to understand the extremely sensitive condition of the patients inside the medical center."
A quiet sigh escaped Yorichi's lips as he looked at him. He spoke in an unassailable tone, "We have an important person named Suho, a student in the elite class from Makindi City, who died due to betrayal by unknown assailants."
"Therefore, we wish to visit a patient who is also considered one of the figures under the care of the Duchy of D." "Moliar, as a son of the Duchy of Moliar, I order you to get out of my way immediately."
Yorichi's expression was cold and unyielding, devoid of any discussion whatsoever, while an overwhelming aura of power and authority emanated from his body.
This rendered the guard speechless, causing him to bow automatically, cold sweat trickling down his body. "Very well, as you command, Yorichi de Moliar. You may enter, but you will not see anything pleasing during this visit."
None of them paid any attention to the guard's words as they headed towards the rehabilitation center. They had known what awaited them from the start.
Grey spoke with a small smile as he patted Seok on the shoulder. "Come on, let's visit your friend, Soo-ho."
They then entered the rehabilitation center, intended to treat them for the trauma of death.
They found it more like a prison than a hospital; everything exuded sadness and severity.
And the doctors carried instruments to subdue the patients who tried to escape every day or to prevent them from killing. They themselves
Continued their journey towards the reception center, where a hostess sat behind impenetrable, unbreakable glass.
A coded glance at them from the reception, which only received authorized personnel, rendering it completely inoperable. "Hello, Mr. Yorechi de Molière and Mr. Grey de Molière. What brings you here?"
The hostess's tone betrayed a hint of confusion; she wasn't accustomed to seeing students or children, yet these were figures she couldn't afford to underestimate.
However, Seok disregarded this, speaking calmly while looking at her. "I need the room number of student Suho from the elite class. He's one of the students who was captured on Jeju Island during the battle against the Scorpion Organization."
The hostess glanced at him for a split second with disdain. Suho had no title, indicating he was commoner, or rather, extremely poor, unlike Armin, who was middle class and therefore held the title of Sigmurt.
Nevertheless, two members of the most powerful family were with him, and they had come for that purpose. Seok was one of them. Her words made her realize that Suho was terrifyingly knowledgeable and that insulting him would bring her complicated problems.
She didn't want to get into that, especially after noticing Seok's angry expression, as he had noticed his contemptuous look, which wasn't hidden from Mengi and Roichi..