Iola slowly stepped into the center of the stage. Viretta and Ranken moved to the edge of the stage, and as he reached the center, the audience’s attention turned toward him.

With each step he took, Iola felt the kindness of Viretta more deeply.@@novelbin@@

Though he had used his reputation within the Academy, it was Viretta who had set everything up from the beginning to the end.

It was also Viretta who persuaded students with her silver tongue and drew in their sponsorship.

Yet, just because the audience wanted Iola, they granted him the prestigious position.

How thoughtful and grateful it was.

Standing at the center of the stage and looking at his fellow students, Iola felt a swell of emotion.

Even if it was a strategy that appealed to their emotions, these were the people who had decided to support him.

“We’ve all been through very difficult times.”

He spoke.

With a small spell, his voice amplified and reached the back of the square.

“I went to the mining town where the dragon made its nest. On the way there, I saw the village slowly become desolate, and people suffering.”

People who had lost their jobs, pretending to be bandits to defend the village.

Villagers suffering because their lord didn’t do his part.

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