After Griffith, Fiona, Berthier and others, as well as Lannes, Lassalle, Milhaud and other Soutolars who participated in the war received meritorious service awards and battle medals respectively. Although other Soutolars did not
They received such a high-level commendation as the Knight's Medal of Eagle with Silver Oak Leaves, but the monarch, the school and the reserve army headquarters fully recognized and rewarded their brave and outstanding performance.
"Why--!"
The girl with red and blue eyes looked at the solemn and glorious awarding and award ceremony. She sighed heavily and held her chin up to look at the charcoal sketch she had just completed in front of her.
“It’s all because of the annoying intermediate magic theory project report, I didn’t even get a chance to appear.”
 She came to the dinner dressed beautifully, but the award had nothing to do with her.
“Ophelia, what’s wrong?” Midianmeier, who was busy eating, asked, “Are you in a bad mood?”
 “Hello everyone, I am a new character who has just appeared~” Ophelia muttered bitterly, picking up a charcoal pencil to mark the title of the sketch——
 Ophelia at Homemonworth.
What an interesting name! Midianmaiya looked at the sketch carefully with admiration.
"This is?"
“This is Griffith, who is attracting the attention of all the people, the majestic Lana and his gang, and Fiona, who is as beautiful and glorious as a saint..."
This is a vivid depiction of battle. Lana, Lasalle and Milhaud are fighting against the terrifying knights. Fiona holds high the battle flag and leads the army. Griffith leads the army straight into the core of the rebels amidst the thunder and strong wind.
 What a breathtaking painting! Midianmeier exclaimed. It’s just...
 “Ophelia, where are you?”
 “Ophelia is in Homewood Watts! Rewriting the Intermediate Charms Theory project report, you idiot!”
 …
The award ceremony was very brief. The big shots finished these things quickly and left one after another. Galadia, Sonia and Fiona quickly ate a few bites of dinner and then left with their parents. It seemed that there were differences.
activities to participate in.
Even the Homemonworth Disciplinary Committee, which conducts daily inspections, has left, and the hall has been left to the students.
The elegant and decent dinner suddenly fell into chaos. Students who were not under the control of professors and disciplinary committees began to run around. People from several grades became a mess.
 “Guys!” Ophelia pulled up her skirt and jumped on the table, “let us express our sincerest blessings to Murat!”
 “Congratulations Murat!”
"yeah--!"
　　Everyone at the long table cheered, and even the senior seniors came over to congratulate him.
 Thank you all, thank you all. Griffith, who was still in a daze, drank a large glass of light rum.
 Wait a minute, my name is not Murat, are you mistaken?
 Everyone was right. Rana grabbed Murat's arm and drunkenly rubbed his head. The Sciutrals lifted up Murat with a silly smile on his face, threw him into the air and dispersed in a crowd.
 “Congratulations Murat!”
Mila and Kurala took out a bag of paper fireworks and placed them everywhere "bang bang bang".
 Hey, am I not the protagonist!? Griffith pinched himself hard and asked Nona, the only one still sitting next to him: "What's wrong with Murat?"
"Ah, what?" Nona was stunned for a moment, "Oh, that's right, Murat and Isius' sister are engaged. We can't leave school now. Let's celebrate briefly first. The engagement ceremony will be held until we return to Beyeland during the summer vacation.
Do it again."
 So that's it... Griffith looked at her deeply and sat down obediently aside.
Nona seemed to be petrified, neither toasting nor eating, her shoulder-length black hair hanging down, silently looking at the wine glass in front of her in a daze.
"You and Murat are in the same squadron, right?" Griffith stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth and asked in a hurry.
　　　…”
“It all happened so suddenly, I didn’t even hear Murat talk about it.” Griffiths touched his nose and said, while Miss Schoutlar remained silent.
 Everyone began to snatch the portraits of Murat's fiancée, and a torn one floated to Griffith. He took a look and saw that she was a very pleasant girl, innocent and cute, but she was only eleven or twelve years old.
 “This is a minor! It will take several years!” Griffith shouted, “Mulat, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, you can’t believe that you are...”
"How many years?" Nona raised her head and looked at Griffith seriously, "But after getting engaged, doesn't everything have been settled?"
“No, no, no, Comrade Nona, it’s not surprising what will happen after the engagement. You have to keep an eye on Murat and don’t let him do stupid things.”
 “I, how could I? How could I interfere in his private affairs.”
  Tsk, there are some people who obviously have terrible thoughts in their minds, but still want to find a high-sounding reason for themselves before taking action. Griffith looked at Nona's hesitant eyes and laughed twice.
"Nona Nona," Griffith began to cheer her up, "In the past few years, Murat will still pursue promotion and studies, experience battles and growth, can we guarantee that he will have smooth sailing or remain the same?"
 “Well, it seems impossible.”
"This is Murat, your good friend who gets along day and night! He may suddenly find that his fiancée is not suitable for him, or his fiancée feels that he is not suitable. Who can say for sure what will happen in a few years. Murat, you know
, what if he is hurt and depressed? Someone has to care about him and take care of him!" Griffith gave Nona a heavy blow on the shoulder, "As his true friend, can you just sit back and do nothing?
"
"No!" Nona nodded seriously, "You're right! I can't leave this idiot alone!"
"you do not say."
Seeing Nona's spirit improved, Griffith began to think again. He turned his gaze to the crowd and saw Isius standing aside, watching Murat and everyone messing around with a slight smile.
According to everyone, Isius reached some kind of agreement with the young soldiers at Beit Manor, but no one knows the specific content.
 From the appearance point of view, Isius put on a silver mask, his expression was deeply hidden, and his speech and behavior became more sophisticated. He was originally very smart, but suddenly his temperament became much more mature.
He is a suspect in the incredible House of Wonders incident. After this period of observation, Griffith basically eliminated Sonia, Fiona, Lana and Murat as suspects. There is nothing strange about them and they cannot be so evil.
The idea. The evil that everyone felt that day came either from the spirit world communicated by the sealed object, or from Isius, or a combination of the two.
However, so far, Isius has not posed any real danger to everyone. Without his intervention, those mutated young soldiers may have caused heavy casualties to Griffith's troops and even cut off the shipping on the Beit River.
.
The sudden engagement arranged by Isius means that Murat is of great significance to him and will definitely take action next. So, let Nona keep an eye on it first. She has sufficient motivation to pay attention to Murat's actions and thus notice
Clues to Isius.
 …
"You found me a fool," Earl Larmore complained in the office arranged for him by Homemon Watts. "He has some talent, but how dare he covet the daughter of the consul? He has not heard of those horrors
Is it a legend? Canaan has already started to kill him.
“I don’t know if awarding the Knight’s Order of the Eagle with Silver Oak Leaves will make those creatures addicted to magic have any scruples.”
Professor Heinz counterattacked unceremoniously: "It was not arranged by me, but by the oracle of Iluvash. No one knew about it in advance. You are complaining to him!"
"The world is in chaos, do you want to be alone? The encounter between Griffith and the elf is probably arranged by some existence. You must see that their personalities and experiences complement each other. In a mystical sense, as long as time
If it's in the right place, who can stop it?
“Furthermore, is this a bad thing?
“And who hasn’t been young? Didn’t you get married to a nun, an officer lady..."
“Stop!” Count Larmore interrupted him immediately, looked around subconsciously, and whispered, “Besides, Miss Officer is a rumor.”
The professor smiled and looked at the earl who was saying his last goodbyes to the beautiful and thick blond hair: "Don't lie, I watched you graduate from the sergeant academy and become an earl step by step."
The count scratched his head with a rare expression, perhaps wanting to pull out a few more hairs to speed up the process of history:
“It is not a good thing to meet your true love when you are too young, especially when you have nothing but youth. Everyone understands this truth now, but so what? The age at which you can fall completely in love with someone is only a few years away.”
 “Yes.” The professor nodded.
The two were silent for a while, and the professor remembered something: "This fall, I think we can consider giving Griffith the power to independently command a small force, the same force I told you about before.
He will be a good commander, and the non-commissioned officers can be responsible for daily affairs. We must arrange this as soon as possible, and let Griffiths be the secretary for the next meeting. Everyone is afraid of leaking secrets, and others are not suitable."
“No, it’s not good. He is only in the second grade in the fall and still has studies,” the count said, rubbing his face. “I have to think about it again, who knows if he will do something stupid.”
"Tsk~ Actually, I am not discussing with you. Griffith has potential in the fields of intelligence, command, staff and logistics. He is a bit stupid but very reliable. He is my ideal commander of the new test force. If you don't agree,
I will write to the Countess."
“What problem can you solve by writing to Elena?” the count asked in surprise.
To be continued...