Sniper Diary of the Oran Knight Military School

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Sonia, I am currently in the northernmost village. At the edge of the southern village where I used to live, mountains stood like walls, and the northernmost part was the same.

The mountains seem to stretch on, as if saying, “This is the end of this country.”

It’s interesting, isn’t it? Even though it’s a completely different place with such distance. Since I’m here, I also tried hunting. I caught a game I had never seen before, and the villagers were delighted when I treated them. There are still many prejudices against the people of Rozan in the countryside, so I hope this helps narrow the gap, even if just a little.

There are various things happening that I can’t write in a letter, so I’m looking forward to returning to talk about them.

I will be staying in this village for a while, so I’ll note down the names of the village and the inn as usual. I look forward to your reply.

 

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Sonia, thank you for your letter. I heard about Maria from Willard too. Willard is counting down the days every day, saying, “Maria will come to visit soon”. Even though there’s still a month until the summer vacation.

It was so funny that I ended up laughing along with Gazelle and Sheikh. Also, congratulations on your achievements in the first half of the inter-school competition. I’m glad everyone seems to be doing well.

 

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Sonia, congratulations on your graduation.

I couldn’t make it in time for the graduation ceremony, but I’ll be back soon. It took longer than expected because Beretta-san and the others wouldn’t let me go, and Rita-san has taken a liking to the alcohol here.

Since Rita-san bought the alcohol by the box and sent it, I want to drink together when we’re both able to. Until then, I have to make sure to keep at least one bottle safe.

 

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At the Oran Knight Military School, there was a famous legend about a tree that granted love. Although it was famous, not many know the exact location of the tree. Underneath the legendary tree, which was in a discreet location, stood a woman. As if waiting for someone, the woman stood still, and the spring breeze gently caressed her. The wind swept her hair back, and her gaze captured the figure of a young man walking toward her.

When the young man reached in front of the woman, he smiled slowly.

“Your hair has grown. It suits you.” (Young Man)

“Thank you. You too. Next time, I’ll cut it.” (Woman)

“Sounds good. I’ll leave it to you.” (Young Man)

“Yeah.” (Woman)

“Welcome back.” (Young Man)

“Welcome home.” (Woman)

 

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The second floor of the old building of the Oran Knight Military School. This was the clubroom of the prestigious “Newspaper Club,” which represented the school.

The Newspaper Club was not just open for anyone to join. In principle, there was only one team per grade. If a first-year student successfully joined, they learned the know-how of newspaper production under the second-year students, and when they became second-years, they took on a major role in producing the newspaper. The third-years supported the second-years.

The content of the newspaper was diverse. Of course, it covered events within the academy, and the information about the town of Rodon was impressive. It had become an essential feature of the town for the citizens of Rodon.

The Newspaper Club had a limit of 10 members per grade. The reason lay in the symbol that had been passed down in the Newspaper Club—ten luxurious classic pens made by Meriano Co. These pens had been passed down from the ten students who had laid the foundation of the current Newspaper Club to the second-year members.

Sticking this pen in the chest pocket was a status symbol and a source of pride for the students. With that pride in their hearts, some proceeded from the Newspaper Club into that path professionally.

The Oran Knight Military School had a solid presence as a place for nurturing human resources supported by the nation, and that year, many new students had come to the academy.

As the season approached the end of the first half of the inter-school competition, an event positioned as a selection match for the competition against Solar and Remnos had concluded, and this year, several newly selected students for the glorious Newspaper Club gathered in the clubroom and chatted.

“Hey! Delu! Don’t eat the snacks I brought without permission!” (Girl)

The freckled, chestnut-haired girl angrily scolded the boy with red hair.

“Come on, it’s fine just a little.” (Delu)

The boy called Delu picked another snack and threw it into his mouth, provoking even more anger.

“It’s not fine! It’s hard to buy snacks from that store!” (Girl)

“Oh, really, Delu. You’re in the wrong here. This is a famous snack from H&G (Holland & Gellar)’s main store.” (Boy)

As they watched the exchange, the well-mannered boy with black hair spoke while looking at the snack box, and Delu opened his eyes slightly and stared at the box.

“Huh? Seriously? I thought it was delicious… Ouch! Fia! Don’t hit me!” (Delu)

“Be grateful that’s all that happened!” (Fia)

Delu was being hit by the girl called Fia, who was upset that her snacks were taken.

“Come on, Fia, isn’t there something you wanted to do today?” (Boy)

At the words of the black-haired boy who was mediating between the two, Fia finally calmed down her anger.

“Yeah, I heard an interesting story!” (Fia)

She said as she sat in a chair.

“Oh? What’s this interesting story?” (Delu)

Seeing Delu lean forward, Fia, who feigned a little suspense, said,

“Have either of you read ‘The Sniper Diary of the Oran Knight Military School’?” (Fia)

“It’s a bestseller by the noble author, Lady Noris, right? I don’t think there’s a student who entered this academy who hasn’t read it.” (Boy)

“Exactly! They say not to enter the historical building without permission, but when you enroll, you first go to see the hidden entrance of the mansion’s small path. So, what about it?” (Fia)

“They say that the serial number 0 Counter used by the protagonist of that story actually exists. What would you think?” (Fia)

“Huh? What are you talking about? That’s just a story, right? There’s no way it exists.” (Delu)

“That’s why Delu lacks imagination. Although it wasn’t written in that story, this academy has Seven Mysteries, and if you solve all of them, a door to a secret room opens. That room is said to still display the legendary gun, the Counter.” (Fia)

“That sounds like a suspicious story. Who told you that?” (Boy)

“The head of the Southern Parady Household.” (Fia)

“Seriously?! It’s easy to forget, but you’re technically a noble too.” (Boy)

“Who’s technically? I just happened to have the opportunity to talk, and when I said I was a fan of ‘The Sniper Diary’, they told me it in secret. They shared with me a bedtime story passed down in the Southern Parady Household.” (Fia)

“…That suddenly makes it more credible…” (Boy)

“Ah… If it’s true… that would be amazing.” (Delu)

“Right? So…” (Fia)

Fia paused for a moment, leaning forward and proposing to the two.

“Shall we investigate it ourselves? The Seven Mysteries.” (Fia)

 

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At the library window of the old building where the Newspaper Club is located, a white cat was sitting on the window ledge, having climbed up somehow.

The white cat gazed at the three boys and girls who were huddled together inside the room, whispering, and with a slight smile, it meowed, “Nyaa”.

 

The End

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