The Student Council President, Julius Keyarnim, is a good person.
Ah. Keyarnim is his middle name, not the name of the Empire.
Originally, there was only one term that referred to the Empire in Esdinas Academy.
Although there were several nations with imperial status, there was only one country that could be truly referred to as an “Empire”.
But now, with the emergence of the Di Ercy Empire, it became necessary to distinguish the original Empire.
The full name of the Student Council President.
Julius von Keyarnim Nors Amerkia.
Among those names, “Amerkia” is the name of the Empire itself.
When you hear the name of the Empire, it’s a name that would naturally make anyone say, “Huh?”
At the same time, as can be felt from the name, the spirit of the empire is unparalleled compared to any other country.
Story-wise, the Amerkia Empire is currently decaying.
Corruption is rampant, the conflict between nobles and commoners is severe, and the gap between the rich and poor is extreme.
– Make Amerkia Great Again!!
Julius is the hope of the Empire within the storyline.
His features are so likable that some people think, “That guy definitely has the face of someone who will betray us!” But if the protagonist believes in “hope”, this person will help them to the utmost.
Who arranges the events with the heroines? It’s the Student Council President.
In the regular education curriculum of Esdinas, which consists solely of lessons, practical training, and drills, who is the one organizing events like clubs, sports festivals, picnics, summer camps, cultural festivals, and student grand festivals to build affection with the heroines?
It’s the Student Council President.
Of course, these events weren’t just introduced out of nowhere; they’ve existed for a long time. But it’s this Julius who makes these events the most splendid and engaging.
In-game, speaking from a [Male Only Character Playthrough], he’s the second most powerful and reliable character after the protagonist.
If there’s pork cutlet or stew for men, then for players, there’s Julius and two others of similar stature.
If there’s one downside, it’s that some crazy beings are lurking behind the scenes at this Academy.
Who is the dominant one?
Who is the submissive one?
The so-called alchemists of rosy fiction, always trying to pair up seemingly friendly guys into something else altogether.
To put it kindly, they’re the so-called [Fujoshi], expressed in a somewhat roundabout way.
You must avoid becoming their target.
In fact, you probably already are, but don’t let that shock you too much.
At least until graduation, you shouldn’t have to witness any of it firsthand.
‘This guy is the one creating events that let me interact with the heroines properly.’
You don’t want to end up quitting early and leaving the Academy prematurely just because you’re overwhelmed by all the fan-made, romanticized images of you.
In the future, for the true Great Empire of Amerkia.
– Polygamy for capable men!
A true emperor who runs at the forefront carrying the flag for men’s romance while walking the path of pure love himself and opening the path of harem for others.
* * *
“Harem, huh.”
When I deliberately emphasized the word, Student Council President Julius bitterly smiled and nodded.
“What should I call you, Junior Phoenix? You seem like a very self-sacrificing person.”
His respectful tone as he nodded toward me felt strangely familiar.
“You know that many female students at the Academy hate harems, right?”
“I know.”
“And yet you’re saying you’re going to make a harem, two-timing?”
“Two-timing? No, I don’t intend to stop at just two.”
When I raised my voice on purpose, the female students around us openly showed their displeasure and started whispering.
– What’s with him? He’s crazy.
– Is he bragging about having multiple women?
– Do you think this era is like 100 years ago…
As the misunderstanding among the women grew.
– Why does the Student Council President even bother with a guy like that?
– He’s trash, even if he’s in the special class. I hope he fails.
Such murmurs grew louder, and the expression of Student Council President Julius hardened.
However, as the animosity toward me increased.
– I thought a beautiful friendship was blooming between the handsome men, but I can’t bear to see someone like him linked with the President.
Some of the so-called “rosy alchemists” began to feel disgusted at the thought of pairing me with Julius.
Thanks to that, those suspicious gazes toward Julius also disappeared.
“Hmph.”
Julius let out a brief sigh as he looked at me.
Though he sent me a look that said he understood, there was a hint of apology in his eyes.
‘This guy is misunderstanding me, huh?’
He misunderstood me.
He thinks of me as some kind of ‘Harem Master’ who is trying to draw the aggro, since he called me a Harem Master and himself a Sword Master.
It’s true that I am drawing the aggro.
After all, it’s true that several female students had started to feel more than a little irritated with me due to my remarks.
“…Are you really walking down that path?”
But this man wasn’t thinking about it that way.
“What could you possibly gain from all this?”
He thinks that me drawing the aggro as a Harem Master is a ‘sacrifice’.
“All that’s necessary to survive in this world.”
“???”
“There are such things. Well then, shall we get ready?”
I pointed ahead.
“That’s enough chit-chat. The new students’ welcome ceremony is about to begin.”
* * *
As the welcome ceremony began, various people took to the stage one by one, giving speeches.
“…On behalf of the current students, I welcome all new students to our Academy!”
The speech by Student Council President Julius, as the representative of the current students, came to an end, and soon, one by one, the distinguished guests continued to speak.
Half-listening, half-ignoring.
I’ve never been to one, but I wonder if entrance ceremonies at all-girls’ high schools or women’s universities are like this.
If the Hall of Courage, where we are now, wasn’t wide enough to resemble an Academy awards ceremony, there probably would have been an embarrassing situation where the students quietly chatted among themselves, no matter who was speaking up front.
“Ah, this year, due to the absence of both the Headmaster and Vice-Headmaster, who are currently on business trips, I, Ederson Lionheart, Dean of Academic Affairs, will be addressing you.”
With a kind, yet somehow relieved expression, Ederson stepped up to the podium.
“This year is indeed a significant one. The students entering today will be graduating in their third year, coinciding with the 1000th Year of the Continental Calendar.”
Ederson seemed to realize something, stepping away from the podium and moving to where everyone could see him, holding the microphone, a magic device enhanced with mana stones.
“However, we are facing various crises. And those crises affect you, the students here at the Academy as well.”
Many of the female students flinched at Ederson’s words.
“Mana Drain.”
They never expected the head of academic affairs, a man, to bring this up so directly.
“As you all know, Mana Drain is the act of ‘stealing’ someone else’s mana. Under the pretext of taking in life force and vitality, one forcibly seizes another’s mana, increasing one’s own maximum mana capacity.”
It’s called Mana Drain, but put more bluntly, you could call it a ‘Level Drain’.
Not just any level, but the maximum level.
It can even affect someone’s maximum ‘length and size’.
“Mana Drain isn’t just about stealing someone’s mana. It takes away their potential, their pride, and even their future as a possible father.”
It even affects a man’s reproductive capacity, his ability to pass on his lineage.
“In the past, creatures like succubi and nine-tailed foxed were hunted first for a reason. They were once such a significant threat to humanity that they had to be sealed away. While many nations are still investigating how they broke free from their seals…”
Ederson’s speech was growing longer.
If the audience were full of men, they’d be pricking up their ears and listening intently because it’s ‘their story’.
But the majority of the audience here is the opposite.
They are, in fact, the predators, quietly wondering how they can extract the most mana without breaking the law or gaining a bad reputation.
Even though Ederson is trying to warn them, many of them are thinking about how they can siphon off as much mana as possible from their male targets. These are the kind of people who might push a man to the brink, forcing him to consider, “It would be better to castrate myself than be drained like this.”
To people like this, no matter how many times you say “Don’t do it, it’s wrong, for the sake of humanity,” it falls on deaf ears.
“Mana Drain is…”
Swish.
With a swift gesture, I discreetly signal Ederson with my mana, writing words on my chest, invisible to the audience behind me.
“…!”
Ederson pauses and looks at me.
For a brief moment, he sends a glance asking, ‘Is this okay?’ and I nod slightly in response.
“…And this year.”
Suddenly, Ederson stopped talking about Mana Drain.
“We have invited 16 very special individuals to the Academy.”
Sixteen. Special.
Even those who weren’t paying attention now perked up, and everyone’s gaze turned toward me.
“As for their representative, I will now hand over the microphone to this person standing here.”
Ederson gestured for me to rise, and slowly, I stood up in response.
Step, Step.
I walked confidently toward the stage, in full view of everyone, and took the microphone from him.
“Ahem, Ahem.”
I amplified my voice with mana and addressed the crowd.
“Have you ever experienced love?”
Here, now.
“What is love?”
I infused my words with hypnotic magic and continued.
“I have come here to discover that love.”
For the love of humanity.
“To deliver true love.”
To the beautiful men and women gathered from all nations.
Through the fresh, youthful growth of high school teens.
The day you become an adult.
Bear the fruit of love.
“When people truly love one another, everyone can grow and flourish.”
Speaking in-game terms…
– Level up with X.
It’s possible.
Whether it’s pure love or a harem, if it’s a relationship based on mutual attraction, both Platonic and Eros intertwined…
– We decided to call that feeling [Kyun Kyun].
Kyun Kyun it is.
