This Novel is not my Novel

"I'm not some crazy wink maniac who wants to see everyone's winks."

Did Author Senna's resolve waver?

Or did Reisir feel burdened by being treated as a wink maniac, or did he simply not want to see some of us wink?

For now, I couldn't know the exact reason.

In any case, thanks to the protagonist of someone else's novel making that statement with a straight face, Pret's proposal that we wink one by one was rejected.

It was an incredibly fortunate turn of events for me.

"Now then, if we are to continue the training evaluation..."

Perhaps because the tense atmosphere had dissipated, Bjorn pointed out the students' mistakes with a much more relaxed expression than before, and the students listening reacted calmly without being overly intimidated.

At this, Bjorn sighed in relief while also—

"Dealing with young children is difficult..."

—muttering to himself, revealing his perplexed feelings.

I thought he was used to handling children, since he had prepared to present the mock battle as a game suited to the students' level, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

Is the setting that he's actually not used to it, and because of that, he had to consider various angles to determine how best to conduct the lecture?

If so, when he told us in the last chapter that he was disappointed in us with a serious expression...

It was because if we entered the Demon Realm like this, we would be at risk of being seriously injured or dying.

He was so worried that he might have intentionally acted that way to tell us to get our acts together.

Or maybe he was shocked that we seemed too young to be scheduled to enter the dangerous Demon Realm and risk our lives fighting...

In any case, after Bjorn finished evaluating all the students, we were given time for a meal.

Those on the winning team ate cafeteria lunchboxes that came in triple-layered insulated thermal boxes.

The members of our defeated team made do with the retort food that Reisir handed out.

Just in case my dear, kind readers were worried about us, let me mention this.

The quality of the retort food Reisir carried around was quite good.

Although there were no fresh vegetables, it came with tomato spaghetti and a hamburg steak, so the macronutrient balance wasn't bad.

It even came as a set with a flameless heating pack, so we could eat it warm.

If anything, Bjorn's meal was far more meager than ours.

Even though no one would have said anything if he had eaten a cafeteria lunchbox with the Teal Team students, he insisted on taking Ready-to-Eat Rations out of his Inventory to eat.

Did his conscience bother him about eating an expensive and delicious meal in front of students who were eating preserved rations?

After lunch, we were given a break of about 30 minutes.

After that, the Ribbon Snatching Exercise began again.

The only rule added was that all members had to actively participate in combat, but the basic rules and team composition were the same as in the morning.

Since we could just go to the campus cafeteria for dinner after the lecture ended, there was no set penalty for losing.

Even so, no one slacked off during the training.

The result, of course, was our team's victory.

It was so one-sided that describing it in detail would be meaningless.

While Helga could perform ranged attacks using her Ether Attribute Ability, Lissy had no choice but to engage in close-quarters combat.

Furthermore, the protagonist of someone else's novel moved like lightning, snatching the opposing team members' ribbons as if to make up for the stupid mistake he'd made during the morning training.

In the morning, we were losing, so we had no choice but to invade the opposing team's starting point to snatch their ribbons.

In the afternoon, there was no need for that, which was another reason the battle unfolded so one-sidedly.

Will he rearrange the teams next time? Or has the original author prepared a way for both teams to compete on equal footing while maintaining the current team composition?

The lecture ended at 5 o'clock.

I usually ate dinner at 7, so there would normally have been a bit of a gap, but today, there was talk of simply eating dinner early and getting a good rest.

Everyone seemed tired and hungry, having used up all their physical and mental stamina fighting all day long.

Even so, the lecture took place not on the academy grounds but on the mountain behind it, so it took a considerable amount of time to get back.

We also needed to go to our rooms, take off our dirty clothes, and meticulously wash the dirt and dust from our bodies.

In the end, we all gathered at the campus cafeteria at 6 o'clock, just an hour earlier than usual.

"Haaa... At this rate, wouldn't it have been better to just eat in our own rooms? That stuff we had for lunch was good for a simple meal... And it would be even better if we could eat the cafeteria lunchboxes right there after the lecture ended..."

After finishing the meal, returning °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° to my room, taking a quick shower, and changing into my pajamas, this thought naturally came to mind.

If we had done that, I wouldn't have had to force my tired body to move just to wash and change clothes twice in such an inefficient manner.

"Myanyang, myanyang."

My wise baby dragon agreed that I was right.

Then, she patted my head with her tiny hand, and her action felt as though she were encouraging me, telling me that I'd worked hard today.

No, I'm sure that was the meaning behind her action.

A wave of emotion washed over me, and my heart ached.

Just as I hugged Yor and buried my face in her soft mane—

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Only after hearing that knocking sound did I remember the promise I had made with Reisir that morning.

In the latter half of Episode 227, he had said he would visit my room after dinner, but I had completely forgotten about it.

...Should I open it?

Although I had given him permission to come, thinking about the disgraceful behavior the protagonist of someone else's novel had committed during the morning lecture made his visit to my room feel incredibly shameless and brazen.

Come to think of it, didn't he say in Episode 212 that our team would win because I was on it?

It's a good thing I'm a transmigrator and am used to the taste of processed food.

If it were the Original Karvaldr, his tastes might have been as refined as Fjodora's, and he might have felt repulsed by the artificial and stimulating flavor of the sauce.

Thinking about it that way made me feel resentful.

"Karvaldr, it's me, Reisir... Are you in there?"

As I glared at the door, the protagonist of someone else's novel on the other side knocked again and even spoke.

The thought of continuing to ignore him crossed my mind, but.

Remembering his persistent personality as well, I approached the door and opened my mouth.

"I am, but I'm debating whether to open the door or not."

"I'm sorry..."

"Hmph."

I snorted as if to say, Not a chance, but my hand was already fiddling with the doorknob.

His apologetic voice was dejected and low, and it was clear that he was reflecting on his actions.

As I wondered about the right moment to reluctantly open the door, I suddenly realized that I was wearing pajamas.

Is it against noble etiquette to greet a guest in one's pajamas? Besides, we're not close enough to have a conversation while I'm in my pajamas...

Since I had already said I was thinking, I figured I could just quickly change my clothes now.

As I thought that and took my hand off the doorknob—

"I know I made a big mistake during the morning training. But in the afternoon, even when Pret said things like, 'Senior Karvaldr, are you crying right now?' or, 'So this is how Senior Karvaldr laughs~?' I didn't get distracted. And our team won as a result. So please forgive me, huh?"

"Hey, what in the world are you saying in the middle of the dormitory hallway?!"

Because the protagonist of someone else's novel had uttered a rage-inducing remark disguised as an apology, I flared up in anger and reflexively threw the door open.

Afterward, I thought, Oops, and tried to close the door again, but.

The cunning protagonist of someone else's novel was faster, shoving his foot into the gap in the door.

"You coward...!"

"I don't know why you're calling me a coward. But there's no one else in the hallway right now, so you don't have to worry about anyone hearing what I just said. It seems everyone went to dinner, since it's that time."

"......"

"Can I come in?"

He was stronger than me, so if he decided to throw the door wide open and come in, there was no way I could stop him.

And yet he asked like this, which was so thank...ful, my foot.

His attitude of trying to wring a word of permission from me felt truly persistent and mischievous.

"...Wait. I forgot you were coming, so I'm in my pajamas and need to change."

"Why bother going to the trouble?"

"Isn't it against etiquette to greet a guest in one's pajamas?"

"I don't mind, though?"

"We're not close enough to have a conversation in such comfortable attire..."

"We're already having a conversation while you're in that attire, aren't we? Doesn't that mean that, at this very moment, we've become incredibly close?"

It was clearly nonsense, but I was frustrated that I couldn't think of a counterargument. Very frustrated.

"......On second thought, I don't think attire and affinity have anything to do with each other. Just come in."

In the end, I had no choice but to utter those words and readily open the door.

The sight of the protagonist of someone else's novel smiling from ear to ear as he came inside, closed the door, and changed into slippers was utterly detestable.

So I stood there motionlessly with my arms crossed and a deep scowl on my face, and my opponent glanced me up and down before saying this.

"So you wear that style of pajamas, huh?"

"What do you mean, 'you'...? Isn't this normal?"

"You're right, that's the traditional and common style. But when I wear that, it feels too drafty down below, so I wear pajamas that are split into a top and bottom."

"......?"

Ever since I possessed this body, I had always worn a long, shirt-like nightshirt that came down to my ankles.

That was because all the pajamas in Karvaldr's wardrobe were of this style.

The nightshirt had been common sleepwear for European men since the 16th century, so it was also attire that suited this world's setting.

But you're telling me pajama-style sleepwear with pants also existed...?

No one had tricked me, but for some reason, I felt cheated.

"Why are you suddenly getting embarrassed? You said yourself that it's normal to wear that kind of one-piece pajama. So I also acknowledged that it's a traditional and common style, didn't I? Lord Djúpr wears that kind of pajama too, so I don't think it's weird at all."

I knew.

I knew that it wasn't the least bit strange for me to wear these pajamas.

But with the sensibilities of a modern person, I couldn't help feeling embarrassed by the fact that I had not only been wearing a one-piece all this time despite pants being readily available, but that I was wearing one right now, too.

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