Abnormal Type-Moon

"Thanks for what you did this morning."

Julis approached Roy sincerely to express her gratitude.

"This is a favor I owe you. If you ever need anything, as long as it's within my power, feel free to ask."

"Oh, oh, it's rare to hear Her Highness the Princess say something like that!"

Yabuki chuckled teasingly nearby, as if he was enjoying watching Julis's reaction.

But Julis didn't respond at all, not even glancing at him, which made Yabuki somewhat discouraged.

"Actually, I don't have anything I need right now."

Seeing Julis's expectant look, hoping he would ask for something immediately, Roy could only shrug.

"Is that so..."

Julis frowned slightly, feeling it wasn't appropriate to force him.

"In that case, let's keep this favor between us. If you ever need anything, just tell me. I'll do my best to help as long as it doesn't conflict with my principles or cause me any trouble."

"Although I don't think you really need to owe me a favor, if you insist, I'll remember what you said."

Roy looked her over, not pretending to be modest, but casually agreeing.

"Thanks."

Julis breathed a sigh of relief, then fell silent, returning to her seat without another word.

Roy glanced at her thoughtfully.

"Don't mind it. That's just the Princess's personality."

Yabuki came over and patted Roy on the shoulder with a look of empathy.

"She seems grateful, right? Well, she is, but with her personality, it's more like she wants to repay your favor quickly and then cut ties with you. Pretty cold, isn't it?"

Roy understood. Indeed, Julis gave off that kind of vibe—eager to settle the favor as soon as possible.

For her, this favor was probably a kind of burden on her heart.

And the Princess truly was cold.

While Yabuki chatted about her nearby, most people would feel a little uncomfortable, but Julis just sat there so icy-cold, without any reaction whatsoever.

In contrast, Yabuki Eishirou was very warm and enthusiastic about being friends with Roy.

As he put it, more connections meant more options.

At noon, he had helped Roy find the school cafeteria.

After classes in the afternoon, Yabuki voluntarily took Roy back to the dormitory.

The dormitories at Seidoukan Academy were shared among junior high, high school, and university students, all on one floor—so you could see thirteen-year-olds and people in their twenties alike.

Of course, the genders were separated. The girls' dorm was classically elegant, while the boys' dorm was just a plain building—the difference was obvious, making one wonder if any male students had offended the female leadership when the dorms were built.

"We're here!"

The boys' dorm, a corner room on the second floor.

Yabuki led Roy to the room, where the nameplates on the door clearly showed both their names, with Roy's especially new and prominent.

Opening the door, a simple dorm room came into view, about twenty square meters in size. With two beds and desks, there was still plenty of space—none of that cramped feeling where a small dorm is stuffed with ten people, which was quite nice.

One bed already had bedding and a pile of documents on the desk—probably Yabuki's bed. The other bed was smooth and bare, with nothing on it.

"Where's your luggage?"

"Just a moment."

Roy stepped out of the room.

After about half a minute, under Yabuki's surprised gaze, Roy returned dragging a suitcase and began arranging his bed.

Yabuki lay on his bed, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Why did the sound of dragging luggage only start near the dorm?

But that was a minor detail.

"By the way, Roy, are you planning to participate in this year's Festa?"

At the thought of the event, Yabuki immediately perked up, grabbed a notebook from the desk, and struck a professional interviewer's pose.

Roy paused slightly in tidying his bed.

"Festa... This year's is the Phoenix Festa, right?"

"That's right, that's right."

Yabuki nodded. "The Phoenix Festa is held in August, right in the summer break. Since you transferred in at this time, you were probably recruited by talent scouts aiming to have you perform well in the Festa, which is why you were brought to Seidoukan Academy, right?"

The Festa is the world's largest integrated combat competition jointly hosted by the six major Integrated Enterprise Foundation. This academy city is the stage for the festival, and the students of the Genestellar generation gathered here are the competitors.

However, the Festa operates on a three-year cycle: the first year's summer holds the Phoenix Festa, the second year's autumn holds the Gryps Festa, and the third year's winter holds the Lindwurm Festa. The three festivals together form a complete season. Only after the Lindwurm concludes does one season end. The six academies' rankings are decided by points earned through their competitors' performances at each festival, with the overall rankings reflecting the comprehensive achievements of each academy.

"In the last season's Festa, Seidoukan Academy only placed fifth. Sure, Queenvail Girls' Academy came last, but that school doesn't really prioritize Festa results. Since its parent conglomerate W&W uses that as their strategy, Seidoukan Academy is basically the bottom. No wonder the higher-ups are anxious!"

Yabuki spoke confidently, fully aware of his academy's achievement crisis.

Among the six academies in the Asterisk City, each belongs to one of the six major unified corporate conglomerates: Queenvail Girls' Academy belongs to W&W, Seidoukan Academy to Ginga, and the other four academies to the remaining four conglomerates.

Each academy's operational strategy is determined by its parent conglomerate.

As the world's largest combat show, except for Queenvail Girls' Academy (which isn't too invested), the other five conglomerates all want their academies to achieve the best results.

Thus, the five academies often fight fiercely, with countless open and covert conflicts, and bloodshed isn't uncommon.

Seidoukan Academy suffered a devastating defeat last season.

"I'll participate, as long as nothing unexpected happens."

Roy didn't hesitate long before giving a firm answer.

Root said he could do anything he wanted, and would handle everything else. Since that's the case, Roy intended to follow his own wishes as much as possible.

The Festa is a stage jointly recognized by the six conglomerates, and the champion's prize—capable of fulfilling a wish—is extremely generous. He had every reason to aim to win.

"In that case, have you picked your teammates?"

As if waiting for Roy to say that, Yabuki became excited.

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