I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

Just as the clock at the Ministry of Defense ticks on, so did the clock in . Before we knew it, the hottest and sunniest August had approached.

As the days grew longer, the ether energy intensified.

In the local expression, it was a period when the sky’s energy was abundant.

During the past month as we went back and forth to , the academy city remained bustling.

To list what I remember…

The conflict between suspicious groups wandering the city in just swimsuits from and the public order organization .

’s ‘Rampage Festival’ growing into a full-scale event with 999 participants in the ‘Modified Bike Flame Rampage Death Road’.

’s festival simplified into the ‘Naughty Naughty 5-Minute Impromptu Erotic Fairy Tale Writing Contest’ hosted by research faction students.

The 100:1 battle royale of girls washing blood with blood to eat the new limited chocolates from ‘Golden Cat’, the best dessert shop in the Golden Street.

…These were roughly the events that occurred.

If we include small-scale incidents with less than 100 participants, the list would be much longer. But this was about all we could know from the ’s press department broadcasts.

If this were a game, it would have been a series of incidents that could have spawned at least 10 limited-time gacha characters.

‘They’re usually full of energy, but these kids seem to lose their minds as soon as vacation starts…’

It seemed the students of the academy city were just as enchanted by the word ‘vacation’. But in just a few days, the leisurely summer vacation will end.

The second semester when we have to work hard with seniors and juniors again to produce results.

The time of festivities will pass, and the scent of daily life approaches right before our noses…

But there were those who welcomed this period even more.

These pseudo-religious rural elf girls regard the World Tree and ether as blessings from heaven. It’s a kind of primitive faith.

Therefore, for the long-eared students, the summer of August when the sun is out the longest is a sacred period when they can be in contact with the sky’s energy for the longest time.

The peaceful summer festival of pseudo-girls thanking the World Tree and ether, the ‘Summer Harvest Festival’.

During this period called the ‘Summer Harvest Festival’, both agricultural department and theology department students wear white clothes reminiscent of priest robes.

The streets are brightly decorated with flowers and grass, students wear flower crowns made of summer blossoms, and distribute delicious food and flowers to guests.

An event where peace stands out more than violence.

It was also the grandest and most splendid festival, apart from the ‘Fighting Festival’ that everyone in the academy city looks forward to.

It’s roughly the highlight of summer vacation.

‘It really feels different from the makeshift festivals of other schools or the technical high school festivals that feel like technology exhibitions… I heard outside schools try desperately to get invitation tickets?’

Of course, has a free pass.

If you’re jealous, either pull out the holy sword and become a hero, or be a pink Saintess.

‘Actually, Alvit still hasn’t pulled out the holy sword…’

…

Anyway…

The school with the largest grounds in the academy city. And the largest scale festival in the academy city – ’s ‘Summer Harvest Festival’ started yesterday.

Of course, during this period, guests from other schools who want to end their summer vacation spectacularly also flock here.

Students who get lost in ’s vast grounds or unintentionally break their rules also appear one after another.

That’s why it was also the busiest period for the pseudo-religious long-eared girls of .

I was preparing for a cute little deviation with our newly pink senior, avoiding the eyes of the evil folk horror girls.

Tatat—!

Carrying the translucent baby-shaped senior on my back, I lightly climb up the 3-story building.

My physical condition was close to peak again, feeling light as a feather.

The target that had suddenly come close.

It was a warehouse where sweet scents were wafting out.

Confirming there was no one around with my sharp senses, I quickly flowed ether between the windows to open them.

“Yap—☆”

“Ttatta—☆”

I made eye contact with the spirit of the sword clinging to my back. And I felt the inner dialogue resonating from her.

-Are you ready, ‘Sword’?

-Ah, of course ‘Su’. Devour all the snacks those long-ears have hidden.

“Huhu…!”

Now I could somewhat sense the will of the ‘spirit of the sword’ – pink senior.

…Of course, calling them ‘long-ears’ is my interpretation.

‘But what’s important is the heart… Right, Senior Frida?’

Originally, art students are uninhibited.

If it were Senior Frida, she would probably give a fond smile watching me toying with the furry beasts and long-ears without hesitation.

-Well done, Kim Clara. Sweep away the heterogeneous races of this world.

Of course, this is my imagination.

Senior Frida didn’t make discriminatory remarks about races.

“Ufufu…☆”

Imagining Senior Frida’s shining smile, I carefully put one of the syrup jars piled in the warehouse into my backpack.

“Huhu♪ This will be delicious sprinkled on fruit—☆”

“Ttatta—☆”

-Of course it will be—☆

…Of course, this is also my interpretation.

The spirit of the sword and I had built many memories going around together for a month.

Raiding potato warehouses and oil warehouses to make potato chips. Attacking grape farms to make special grape juice. Sneaking into kitchens making bread to sprinkle raisins.

And so on…

The ‘spirit of the sword’ watched me fondly doing such things, and sent signals that she was glad I was carrying on the pink airheads’ will well.

The essence of airhead girls is mischief.

Those with pink hair must cause mischief.

I was excellently fulfilling that destiny.

Clatter—

“Now let’s go—☆”

“Uttea—♪”

Senior was pleased, so Frida’s daughter Clara was overjoyed. Pink airhead Gospel 1:11

After executing the small and cute operation of changing the location of one syrup jar like that, I tried to go out the window again.

At that moment.

“…!”

Rainbow-colored images flashed through my mind. It was a video made up of simplified forms, like an old movie.

The moment I open the window.

Outside my perception, a female student from another school happens to discover me crawling out and screams. Then the theology department students nearby rush over here.

…

End of playback.

“…”

I remained still for 10 seconds in the position of trying to open the window. Then the rainbow colors gradually disappeared from my vision.

That future was now gone.

I was getting used to handling my special ability that occasionally popped up since meeting the spirit of the sword.

“…Alright☆”

“Utteaa—☆”

Senior happily patted my cheeks.

-Good! Very lively—! I’ll keep this especially secret from Nella.

…Of course, this was my interpretation.

But a roughly similar intention was conveyed.

Receiving that blessing, I went down the warehouse building to make snacks for Alvit who must still be struggling.

* * *

“…Senior, you came.”

“Yes♪”

Alvit with a haggard look smiled faintly as she looked this way.

Alvit was wearing the rough white shirt and pants that students often wear. The uniform she had been wearing until now had become stained at some point, so she finally changed clothes.

But whether it was the last pride as a swordswoman or affection for the weapon she was attached to, she was still wearing the crimson longsword I had given her at her waist.

It had already been two weeks since her outfit changed like that.

The failures that continued for two weeks had passed another two weeks, becoming a month.

“…”

An unchanged scene.

The holy sword was stuck in the ground, noble and shabby.

Alvit was standing blankly in front of it.

The weapon and owner who should have been together soon had been at a standstill for a month. I couldn’t understand how this had happened.

‘She pulled it out easily in the original work, is it still not coming out…’

Not showing such thoughts, I took out a special pancake. The extra special syrup that was very sweet and salty was a bonus.

“Yes♪ I ‘happened’ to get my hands on this new syrup the agricultural department kids made—☆”

“…Thank you.”

“…”

“…”

Alvit just silently started eating the pancake with the sticky syrup.

“…”

Even hearing the pink girl’s remarks that seemed like obvious mischief had been done, she didn’t particularly react. She looked like she didn’t even have the energy to notice in the first place.

“…”

But I didn’t bother asking why she was struggling so much to pull out the sword, or why she couldn’t pull it out.

Because I knew Alvit’s circumstances.

‘She knows too well that she has to do something for this world… so she’s trying to follow anything diligently.’

Coming to the academy city following her mother’s prophecy.

Being burdened with the duty of preventing world destruction that wasn’t in her fate.

Being an ordinary and diligent [Fate] that must take the lead.

I knew it all.

And not because of knowledge of the original work.

But because I believed in the diligent junior I had seen so far… her.

I didn’t bother asking ‘Why?’

‘…Even if she gives up, we can look for other methods together.’

The world that has already changed.

Even if not [Hero], we might be able to face [Dragon Crouched in the Abyss] with the power of [Saintess].

“…”

Actually, I was surprised at how unexpectedly calm I was.

I thought I would worry more, and consider if there was room for compromise.

The revealed fact.

Perhaps the ‘prophet’ is ‘another me’. And that guy is trying to help destroy the academy city.

Somehow it feels unpleasant, and I can’t even imagine how it came to be… but I became resolved unexpectedly easily.

‘I… will kill… ‘that guy’.’

I am the pink airhead ‘Clara’ of the academy city.

‘Kang Jinsu’, the office worker who loved the Three Kingdoms and enjoyed mobile games on the subway commute, is dead.

The one here is only the student ‘Clara’ who loves a girl named Brunhilde and respects Senior Frida.

‘That guy called himself ‘Kang Jinsu’ in front of the [Saintess of Sacrifice] in the distant past. And he recited Three Kingdoms knowledge to the extent that executives knew about it.’

No matter how ridiculous the reasoning, if this many clues gather… it’s right to assume the worst situation.

[I and ‘that guy’ were once the same person.]

Different times, different situations, different relationships…

We diverged in different times.

[I and ‘that guy’ are now different people.]

Just realizing that made the resolution very easy.

“…”

If the ‘prophet’ shows himself, I will definitely step up and kill him.

That was the sense of responsibility towards another self who may have once shared the same past.

Why that guy changed like that.

Why one soul split into two.

It didn’t seem like there would be time and leisure to find out the exact reasons.

Honestly, even the reason for that has disappeared now.

‘It’s already twisted as much as it can be…’

If I hesitate, my juniors and friends will be in danger.

If I can’t save this world, I may never see Senior Frida again.

“…”

Just for that.

All my reasons to hesitate disappeared.

Clatter—

Alvit finished eating the pancake and politely handed the plate to me.

“…Thank you for the meal.”

Receiving that, I got up from my seat, gathering my things.

“Yes☆ Then I’ll be going now!”

“I’m worried about… how the school is doing. We’ve left it empty for so long…”

“I told you☆ Kara and I are taking turns checking on it! And Rota said she’s coming here tomorrow too—☆ So don’t worry~♪ We’ll always be protecting the place for you to return to—☆”

“…Thank you. I’m sorry for making you wait so long… Um… The reason I’m like this is… um…”

I patted Alvit’s head as she tried to make some excuse. She looked up at me with surprised eyes.

“I believe in you. We believe in you, so rest easy and rely on us.”

“…”

Alvit bowed her head deeply.

“Thank… you.”

“Well then, I’ll be going—☆”

“…”

I left to give Alvit some space.

“…”

…Now, what kind of mischief should I go cause?