I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

87.Survival Rule Number Four: Retreat Is Important (Complete)

“Here’s a towel!”

“Thank you.”

I wiped her face and her hands with the towel Millia gave me. Because I am not a hard worker and I am reluctant to eat food while dirty. I used a skill to meticulously wipe away the dirt from her hands and face.

“Production.”

A table and chairs of the appropriate size were created in an instant. I placed a lamp in the middle of the table to create adequate lighting.

After all, my ability is the best skill when it comes to maintaining work-life balance. The problem is that it is not very useful in battle unless you force it. Today, as usual, I complained about my skills and unwrapped the wrapping cloth that tied my lunch box.

Today is the lunch box on the 5th floor.

It seemed like they had listened to my request to increase the amount and prepare more than yesterday.

“Hehe, it’s rice, it’s rice~”

“Ugh, finally… It’s food…”

“Good job.”

“Ugh… My back hurts…”

“Lunch, lunch, lunch~ Today, it’s a salad with sweet apple dressing, steak cut into bite-size pieces, soft bread, and beef soup!”

It’s a diet full of protein. I separated the lunch boxes and started putting them down one by one. Sif, who had collapsed from exhaustion, also raised her head at the appetizing smell, sniffed, and stood up.

“It looks delicious…”

“John! Sif! Here’s a fork and spoon!”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you… Wow…”

We began eating combatively, with Millia holding the cutlery she had taken out of her arms. In an instant, the lunch box filled the table was empty. We cleaned up our empty lunch boxes and sat down on the chairs.

So that the body that has been overworked by hard labor can rest.

“I’m full~”

“Ugh… I feel sorry for my younger siblings…”

You might even feel guilty about eating it. I patted Sif on the shoulder and comforted her.

“Wouldn’t it be okay if you bought it for your younger siblings?”

“That’s right… I made a lot of money… Hehe… “

I completely lost my taste for this. I took my eyes off Sif, who was laughing like slime, and laid out the map on the table. Progress over three days was about 30%. The work went very smoothly. I leisurely drew an X to mark the section where I had finished work.

“John! “What are you looking at?”

“Checking progress.”

“Hmm, I don’t recognize a thing.”

There’s no way you can recognize it. To other people, it will only appear that the lines are roughly drawn. After finishing the check, I rolled up the map neatly and roughly stuffed it into the pouch. It’s time to rest for a while, so I’ll get some shuteye.

Before that, change the atmosphere.

“Sif, wake up for a moment. Dissolution. Production.”

I removed the table and built a suitable brazier in its place. It was a necessary measure because it was easy to catch a cold if you just slept in this cool, damp space. I took firewood and magic tools from the cart and lit a fire in the brazier.

After all, magic tools are the best.

A warm light was born in the cool underground tunnel.

“Fire is good…”

I think I’ll end up roasting a cat like that. I used my skills to create an appropriately long bench and had Sif lie down. Sif fell asleep on the bench, wondering if anyone thought she was a cat. It feels like my back is bent, but I can sleep well.

Are all cat beastmen like that?

“Thank you…”

Then, let me close my eyes for a moment. I sat comfortably in the chair and closed my eyes.

“John, are you sleeping?”

“I plan to close my eyes for a moment.”

“Then what do I do?”

At Milia’s question, I opened her eyes and looked at her. A pouty face. What made you upset? I can’t guess. Because it’s Millia, I guess she got upset over something unbecoming. The reason is because he doesn’t play with me and sleeps with me.

With my half-asleep head, I came up with an appropriate answer and made it out loud.

“How about playing on a kickboard? “I will have to deliver the lunch box to Yeomyeonggwan anyway.”

Millia made a pouty face as if she was dissatisfied with what I said. I guess I chose the wrong answer. The Dullahan, who likes to be pampered, came towards me with a louder gait than usual and made a demand, as if he didn’t like the answer.

“I want to sleep too! “Give me a knee pillow!”

“It would be better to sleep in bed.”

Not even a child.

…I’m a child who can’t do anything.

“I’m going to rest here too.”

“… If you are. Production.”

I made a bench by extending the chair. As soon as the bench was finished, Millia spread a cloth over her bench and lay down on it, using my lap as a pillow. Because her her head her her her is a separate Dullahan, the band connecting her her neck her her her is stretched out, making it look precarious, but Sif is sleeping anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

I did not tolerate the approaching beasts and accepted them.

—————–

“John…Now?”

In the silence where only the sound of burning firewood could be heard, Milia looked up at her Johan in a daze. John seemed to be tired from the morning’s hard work and quickly fell asleep. She had no intention of closing her eyes.

Because she wasn’t sleepy in the first place.

“…Hehe.”

She had a rewarding time nuzzling her face against John’s thigh. Despite her muscularity, her thighs were hard rather than soft, so it felt like she was cutting into a rock, but she didn’t care.

Because none of that was important.

“Hmm~hmm~hmm~”

A small melody echoed in the quiet tunnel. One of the few songs that remained in her memory. Even though her memories were vague now, the two bars of the tune still remained in her mind.

“…I’m bored.”

She can sleep, but she doesn’t want to sleep. It’s only natural that she came here to sleep loosely in the first place. She decided to play with John. He played with her her hands her her her, put his hands her on her her head her her her and made her stroke her her hair her her her, and even nudged her by the neck her of and rolled her around on John’s legs her her her her.

But what could be more boring than a game without a response? Milia, who quickly got tired of her, put her head back in place and pulled up her band to secure it. She, who was a Dullahan, became human in an instant.

“When will it happen…”

She got up from her seat and adjusted her posture. She looked like she was leaning against John, hugged his arm and closed her eyes. The smell of dirt mixed with sweat was unpleasant, but she didn’t mind.

Because she really liked Yohan.

A living sacrifice that was not loved by anyone.

A girl who longed for love.

The man who gave her his hand her her her.

That alone meant that Johan was a parent, sibling, and friend to Millia. And, she was aiming for more than that.

Only then can you be loved forever.

“Hehe, we’ll be together forever…”

A single word that no one heard became firewood for the bonfire and burned.

———————–

“I’m dying! I’m really dying!”

“It’s the end now, so just be patient.”

It seems like I just need to do the finishing touches and it’s over, but I’m lying down again. How difficult is it to just pull a cart? This means that soil is being dug in hundreds of tons.

“You know that’s the sixth time you said that, right? I’m really dying from overwork! “I’ve been working on it for 14 hours already!”

“Five gold coins.”

“No matter how much money you give, you can’t do anything!”

“Six.”

“…Seven.”

Look at this? I glanced at Sif, who was lying down on the neatly laid stone floor. I never thought they would try to negotiate even in this situation. Is money that good? I think this bitch took about 3% of the budget I received.

I had no intention of arguing with a worker who was shamefully trying to negotiate. I made eye contact with her and went right into her ultimatum.

“Do you want to get seven and get fired?”

“Well, it was just a joke!”

One of the money counters, like the incredibly fast Sheep, jumped up like a spring and grabbed the handle of the cart.

Ah, this is why everyone wants to become an employer. The taste of tormenting my subordinate was sweeter than I expected. From Sif’s point of view, it may feel like a vicious employer, but considering the money I gave Sif, it was enough for a decent working-class household to survive for about 5 years, so I’m not bad.

“Ugh, it’s hard…”

“There really isn’t much left, so be patient.”

“Really?”

“It’s true.”

“Nyaan…”

Is Ji appealing to the public as a cat beast? I turned my gaze away from Sif, who was lying limply on the cart, and looked at the last tunnel.

The final tunnel dug after the basic passage construction was completed. I was lost in thought as I touched the stone wall at the end of the tunnel I had dug.

‘As expected, there was a dungeon here.’

A dungeon beneath the Academy. In the game, it is a place where you cannot enter unless there is a special event. Of course, the incident was a final exam. A struggle in which the protagonist, along with his colleagues, struggle to survive in a dungeon where they are forced to move due to someone’s scheme.

Since this was the first event where forces of hostile humanity appeared in earnest, there was a need to prepare. Now that Karina is weakened, there is no guarantee whether the main character party, who may or may not exist, will be able to survive.

It’s not a world where serious injuries are immediately cured by taking potions like in games.

…Anyway, I need to check whether the main character is present or not.

“…The school closure order will be lifted soon, so I can look for it then.”

Asking questions may raise unnecessary suspicion, so the only way to do it is to wait.

Anyway, the protagonist’s popularity begins to rise significantly around the time of the final exam.

I turned and came out of the small tunnel. There wasn’t much work needed to be done here. All you have to do is hide it first. It was at least a month later when this tunnel was opened.

“Production.”

“…Why are you blocking it?”

“It was drilled incorrectly.”

I looked around at the completely closed wall. Just in case, I built a wall 5 meters thick and blocked it off, so no one will find it except me.

“Nyan?! Then do we have to do more?!”

“No. Shimai, no, let’s end it here. The emergency passage work is now complete.”

Why do words used in the military pop up? I felt a strange feeling and left the tunnel with Sif.

—————-

“What? Finished? Is that really true?”

“That’s right…”

“Are you kidding me? “It’s only been 10 days!”

In response to the principal’s expected reaction, I opened my mouth, being careful not to raise the corners of my mouth.

“You can send someone to check right away.”

“Huh…”

The principal stared at my face for a long time, as if trying to see if I was lying. It was an experience of being stared at by an old man for a long time. It’s not an experience I really want to have.

“Okay. “I will send an inspector right away, so you can go back.”

“Okay.”

If you want to go back. I left the principal’s office tired. As I opened the door to the principal’s office and came out, I naturally felt a soft, fluffy texture on my arm.

“Hehe, is everything finished?”

“Yes.”

Maybe it’s because I haven’t been able to play with her lately, but Milia is sticking closer to me than usual and rubbing her cheek against my arm. They just say it’s Durahan, but it’s a complete puppy. I smiled and hurried on my way to Yeomyeonggwan.

Now that the tunnel has been dug, it’s time to start preparing in earnest.

I quickly made my way to Yeomyeonggwan, thinking of the tools I could make in the studio.