Chapter 74
Pastel flew over the tournament venue on her magic stone broom. She enjoyed the newfound freedom, performing various tricks here and there.
"There's an obstacle ahead that I could hit my head on! Like this, like this!"
As she rotated the broom, her body flipped upside down towards the ground. Her pink hair dangled before her body completed a full rotation and returned to its original position.
"Perfect evasion! Uwa uwa!"
Pink eyes sparkled.
"Like this, like this!"
She waved one hand as if holding a staff.
"Some cool magic spell!"
Zwang~!
She looked down at a chicken skewer stall on the ground.
Enemy spotted!
She extended her imaginary staff.
"Yap! Pshoo pshoo!"
A super ultra meteor flew and created a nuclear mushroom cloud over the chicken skewer stall.
"Kaboom!"
Phew.
Pastel spread her arms and arrogantly muttered:
"The god of destruction has arrived here. All kneel before the god and submit."
The cold wind at high altitude made her pink hair and white clothes flutter.
Pastel flinched. Her expression changed to one about to sneeze.
"Uwee, uwee, achoo!"
She rubbed her slightly reddened and cold nose.
Autumn wind is cold~
『You'll catch a cold at this rate. It'd be better to stop by the dormitory and put on a coat.』
Pastel lowered the broom's altitude while rubbing her chilled arms.
"I don't catch diseases like colds, right?"
Just like I can't eat properly and poisons don't affect me.
『That doesn't mean it's good to wear out your body. If you overdo it thinking you're fine, you'll end up just drinking warm soup in front of the fireplace for a while.』
"Wow! Warm soup! Will you make it for me, demon?"
So excited!
『My goodness.』
The demon sighed.
Pastel lowered the broom bobble bobble and landed on the ground. Then she borrowed a coat from a random passing friend and put it on.
"Thanks friend! It's totally warm like your heart! I'll return it when the schedule ends!"
Yahoo yahoo.
Gloomy demon thought we should stop by the dormitory, but popular Pastel doesn't need to~
This is the difference between Marquis Your Excellency and servant demon!
Ta-da.
『Hmm? What were you just thinking? Your expression seems rather arrogant somehow.』
Hut.
Pastel who was getting back on the broom to rise into the air quickly shook her head. Her pink hair fluttered.
"It's nothing!"
『Very suspicious.』
Though it looked like she was playing and she really was for a bit while getting the broom, Pastel focused intently on managing and supervising from the air overlooking the event venue.
She examined the academy guard situation and supplemented insufficient security with private soldiers. Though Mr. Max brought from the trading company was commanding anyway, she double-checked on-site.
"The Knight Order will block outside infiltration..."
Pastel flew slightly low and carefully checked between the student booths. There were no suspicious installations like during the cult terrorism.
Since they were fooled by the cult once, students themselves would immediately report if there was anything suspicious.
"Nod nod!"
Satisfied satisfied.
Pastel who rose back into the air looked down at the entire event venue.
Proud proud.
"Though it wasn't intentional, it seems I did well seizing power! If Professor Carlo was still in charge of administration like before, even basic sewer burial wouldn't have happened, and then outsiders would have already infiltrated and terrorism would be boom boom."
To slowly bury sewers for additional budget deliberation. Though it was an administratively necessary procedure, there's a limit.
『Hmm.』
The demon was slightly displeased instead of sympathizing.
Oing.
Why is he like this?
Brain full rotation!
This is like the heart of a guardian who witnessed their child they raised with difficulty become corrupt and accept bribes, but found out they were actually donating all the bribes so it's awkward to scold them.
Hut.
But far from donating everything, Pastel who was thoroughly enjoying power inhaled.
The pondering demon spoke.
『Young Craft.』
Ah!
Pastel with brain in full rotation could instantly interpret the demon's heart without even listening further.
This is like, a voice certain that this child seems to be enjoying power too much so I should scold them after all!
Uwaaat!
『Even you must feel-』
"Come to think of it! Come to think of it!"
Pastel frantically looked at the ground.
"How should I say! How should I say!"
Uhihuhe.
While looking for something to say, she spotted Professor Carlo sitting on a bench on a hill separate from the event venue.
"Oh my?! The professor is over there?"
I can't not go check!
A judgment demon will sympathize with too!
She moved the magic stone broom whoosh. Pastel flew bwooang with her pink hair fluttering behind.
The demon tried to say more but missed the timing and gave up.
Phew.
Pastel arrived at the hill. It was a hill with a glimpse of the event venue.
Professor Carlo who was sipping from a wooden cup on the bench looked up. Bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
"Hello, professor."
Pastel slowly descended to the ground while safely operating the broom. Her feet gently touched the ground.
The professor looked at her strangely.
"How are you flying?"
She proudly held up the broom.
"Super ultra special technology!"
With the Demon King's power added!
Pastel satisfiedly rubbed the broom against her cheek.
The handle is pure white and the bristles are pink pink.
Hwaah.
The design is pretty too!
The only problem is that I can't become an aerial bomber since I'm not a magician.
Totally regrettable.
Professor Carlo slowly closed and opened his eyes. Then he turned his head to look down at the visible event venue and silently put the wooden cup to his mouth.
Eeng.
Stiff and boring professor.
Pastel approached and looked down at the event venue together.
Students walked around between various temporary booths.
An upperclassman trying to sell fireworks demonstrated festival fireworks. Then as if failing to adjust the angle, the chicken skewer booth sign was hit by fireworks and burned.
Uwee, burning chicken skewers.
The guards who were watching suspiciously ran over. They put out the fire with water magic then confiscated all the fireworks. The upperclassman clung to the guards' ankles and complained of unfairness.
Professor Carlo muttered.
"Pure Engineering Department, perhaps."
"Ah, is that so?"
"Seems they became well-off after luckily getting a sponsor trading company at the spring festival. Originally they'd be cautious not to have their support budget cut, but to sell all the fireworks..."
Eeng.
Then that senior's mind became relaxed thanks to the Glow-in-the-dark Dragon Festival I held, so they sold dangerous fireworks today?
Feeling ming sung mang sung.
What does ming sung mang sung feel like...
Just ming sung mang sung!
Nod nod.
Pastel looked at the professor.
"Aren't you going down, professor? Though there's less to see than the last festival since there's no glow-in-the-dark dragon, the food should be more delicious? Since it's the second festival!"
She held up two fingers.
An achievement Pastel created in an academy without festivals.
V.
Professor Carlo closed his mouth then took a sip from the wooden cup. His Adam's apple moved.
Uweh.
Feeling like a weird kid who butted into someone's monologue.
An aura of don't talk to me wafting wafting.
But Pastel didn't particularly mind since she often did this.
She slightly tilted her upper body and subtly peeked into the wooden cup.
An orange-red liquid was visible.
"Ah, orange juice!"
Pink eyes sparkled.
I think I know where you bought it from!
Just earlier I caught a senior trying to sell alcohol and made them only sell orange juice.
Pupu pu!
Great Detective Pastel, I got it right! I got it right!
She pointed at the wooden cup.
"Ah, professor! Wooden cups are prohibited from being taken out! You should drink at the booth and return it right away!"
Abuse of professorial power.
A crime the student council for students cannot tolerate!
Professor Carlo silently looked down at the event venue.
It was quiet without wind.
Eeng.
Really stiff and boring professor.
Could it be you're not even responding because of having administrative power taken away?
Pastel felt wronged.
Honestly professor, you handled work strangely.
Pupu.
"When I looked at the tournament spectator seats, there was no seat for you, professor. You didn't apply to watch, but should I arrange a seat for you even now? It's not difficult since there are spare seats."
Professor Carlo looked into the wooden cup. The orange liquid rippled gently then calmed.
The professor turned his head to face her.
"I've already invited someone."
Pink eyes changed color.
Heeh.
"Who?"
Professor Carlo looked back at the event venue.
No answer particularly came.
Aha.
"It's private."
The girl nodded and moved her steps. She walked to the edge of the hill with her hands behind her back where the campus was more visible.
"We got contact from the Knight Order. We didn't know until now, but it seems the terrorists received instigation from the cult?"
The wind blew gently.
"It made my thoughts complicated, but especially made me ponder why they're trying to do things at the academy."
She turned to Professor Carlo.
"Perhaps, could it be because there's an internal collaborator at the academy?"
Professor Carlo silently stared while sitting on the bench.
"So..."
The wooden cup was placed on the bench.
The cup made a small sound as it hit.
A bright voice rang out, piercing that gap.
"I'd like some advice as a former administrator!"
Pastel who bowed her head grinned.
"Uwaa. It seems like someone's there, but I've never searched for spies like this. Professor Horace isn't an expert in this area either."
Pastel clutched her head and groaned.
"While thinking! While thinking! Aha! There was Professor Carlo who originally did this! Honestly you might be slightly upset, but we're family under one roof!"
Her finger pointed at the wooden cup.
Yap yap.
Professor Carlo stared intently then picked up the wooden cup again. He put the cup to his mouth and spoke briefly.
"I'll think about it."
Pastel brightened.
"Oh yeah! You'll do it right! You'll do it right! I'll take it that way!"
She got on the broom.
"I have to tell everyone this good news! Everyone thinks I'm doing this with bad intentions! But the original worker Professor Carlo acknowledged it too!"
Yahoo.
"Perfect harmony!"
Old and new harmony!
Pastel gently leapt off the ground.
"Professor, enjoy the festival!"
The broom flew up just like that.
Pastel hummed while flying. When she was far from the hill, she glanced back.
Private soldiers who were following Pastel's flight path warned the professor then sent him down the hill. Since a place overlooking the campus is a good place for terrorism.
"I'm telling you that professor is suspicious."
Nod nod.
『Young Craft.』
The demon sighed.
『You're more suspicious...』
What?
Pastel's eyes went round.
Oiing.