Chapter 89

[The heroine’s favorability has increased.]

[Sophie Hazelnut]

[Trait: Contractor]

[Personality: Tough on the outside, soft on the inside, guilt]

[Favorability: 76/100]

“Sister… I-I need to fold the laundry…”

“Laundry isn’t the problem right now, Phonia!”

Sophie grabbed Phonia’s regenerated arm and had no intention of letting go.

“Does this make sense…?”

Of course, it doesn’t.

I honestly told her about the System and everything.

Of course, she had a doubtful expression.

She wanted to ask what nonsense I was talking about, but there was such clear evidence before her eyes.

“… You didn’t attach some strange device, did you? Phonia, move it once. No, this can’t be some kind of robot. It’s too natural!”

Anyway.

It was quite a pleasing sight, no matter how she accepted it.

I had been uncomfortable because she had been looking like she was about to cry, saying she was sorry.

Now, her whole attention was on Phonia’s arm.

“… Gilmon.”

“Yes.”

After a while, she subtly came to my side and asked.

Hesitating, hesitating.

“Gilmon, are you really a God?”

“It’s not like that.”

“… Okay, I won’t ask what it is. Maybe it’s possible to regenerate a severed arm because of technological advancements I don’t know about. To attempt such surgery, Gilmon must be incredibly rich. I wouldn’t be surprised if Gilmon was the illegitimate child of the chairman of a large corporation, no, a global corporation.”

“Haha…”

“… Maybe Phonia… is it possible to fix other places too?”

“…..”

“I see, is it difficult…?”

“I don’t know.”

I said.

It is possible.

But I need to collect tens of thousands of points.

I don’t know when that will be possible.

“… Help me. Gilmon. I can do anything for Phonia.”

“… Sophie, I can do anything for Phonia too.”

“… Thank you! I won’t be surprised if Phonia suddenly stands up straight and doesn’t limp anymore. Gilmon is indeed a Messiah!”

Sophie grabbed my hand tightly and whispered.

It’s quite an uncomfortable distance.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the title God unless it’s Phonia.

“Ahaha, is that so. Then let’s leave that as a couple’s nickname, and I’ll just call you Gilmon.”

Sophie said, scratching her head awkwardly.

“Tell me anything I can do to help. A way to heal Phonia.”

There is a way…

But I will never use that method on Sophie.

Anyway, I nodded because I knew her heart well.

“I’ll tell you anytime.”

And Sophie was deep in thought.

“… Maybe earlier, Sophie and you gave a handjob…”

“No!”

I shouted.

I don’t know if I should call this a good hunch.

“… Really?”

Sophie asked, squinting her eyes.

It wasn’t accurate, but she seemed to have grasped something.

“… You can be honest. To do something for the person involved, you have to receive something in return, right?”

Haa, how should I explain this?

When I didn’t answer, Sophie seemed to have come to her own conclusion.

She clapped her hands and smiled.

“… A price… If something like that becomes the price… maybe I can help too. If I do more than a handjob, will you give me more?”

“… No, Sophie…”

It seemed like she would go out of control if I left her alone.

When I was about to stop her-

Wiiing-

The phone rang.

“… What, this woman…”

Celia Sorens.

The heroine of the previous round and the woman who would have been my homeroom Teacher if I had attended the Academy.

I knew that her favorability had reached 100 as the settings were transferred, but it had been decreasing recently.

She hadn’t contacted me, but suddenly she’s calling?

Of course, I didn’t answer.

After a while, I received a message from her.

[Celia Sorens: Gilmon, long time no see~]

[Celia Sorens: Even if you’re no longer a student, I’m sad if you ignore me like this, Teacher is sad.]

[Celia Sorens: Someone is earnestly asking about Gilmon.]

[Celia Sorens: It’s about Sierra.]

[Celia Sorens: It’s an urgent request, so please contact me quickly.]

[Celia Sorens: If you don’t contact me, I’ll give them your address.]

[Celia Sorens: And I’ll come find you too.]

[Celia Sorens: I’m really sorry, but it’s a matter related to a student, so Teacher can’t help it~]

Somehow… it’s a very excited-looking message.

If that feeling is conveyed even in text… is it my imagination?

Besides, it’s content that I can’t ignore.

I turned on the settings app.

[Celia Sorens]

[Trait: Teacher]

[Personality: Admonishment, reward and punishment]

[Favorability: 103/100]

[The appropriate favorability Max is 100.]

“Uh, uh… When?”

Celia’s favorability had exceeded 100 while I wasn’t looking.

“… No way, right?”

Just in case, I checked the other heroines too.

“… This can’t be…”

Celia wasn’t the only one whose favorability had exceeded 100.

***

[Wade Stan: Honey.]

[Wade Stan: I said I was wrong?]

[Wade Stan: Stop being mad at me?]

Celia Sorens turned off her phone screen with a blank expression.

She was disappointed.

She had hoped there would be news about Gilmon in the group chat.

The group chat that the Princess made had been silent for weeks.

Now that Gilmon had dropped out, it was as good as losing their prey.

Prey.

‘… I really treated him like that…’

On weekends when she didn’t meet her boyfriend, Celia tried to keep herself as busy as possible.

She watered the plants on the veranda and cleaned her room.

She even took care of the dishes she used today right away.

But she still felt suffocated, as if a stone was weighing on her chest.

She sighed while ironing.

‘… Why is it like this? How hurt must that kid have been.’

She was clearly responsible for his withdrawal.

As a Teacher, she participated in group bullying.

In the end, Gilmon dropped out of the Academy.

Of course, Celia had her reasons.

She suddenly had a dream about Gilmon, and her animosity towards him boiled over.

Celia took off her glasses and covered her face with her hands.

Before entering the Academy, she studied late every day in the reading room to become a teacher.