When it comes to grabbing people's attention, few things quite match the spectacle of a giant red curtain in the middle of a large area, such was the case for Holfort's school festival.

"I trust that for many of you the Fall of the Five Fools was quite a costly affair." The little Elf dressed as a circus ring master twirled a cane in his hand as he walked back and forth on top of the makeshift stage to go with the curtain. "But let's stop and think about it for a moment: who's really to blame? The guy who won or...?" Kyle tapped his cane a couple of times and the first curtain section opened. Boot camp had been to Brad's benefit, once he had the chance to clean up and had been reduced to a purple speedo his wiry muscled frame could be appreciated in full, doubly so tied, gagged, and suspended in the air on a lever over a dunk tank. "The 'Master Magician!'" The Second curtain opened to reveal Greg, red Speedo for his modesty and little else. "The 'Great Adventurer!'" The Third Curtain revealed Chris, obviously disapproving of his current state. "The 'Future Sword Saint!'" The fourth curtain revealed Jilk, decked much like the others had been. "The 'Cheater!'" The fifth curtain revealed Julius. "The 'Crown Fool!' And last but certainly not least-!" The final curtain revealed Marie in her rail thin glory wearing a navy blue one piece and a white swim cap, the word 'Whore' written in a white square across her chest. "'The Saintess!'"

The crowd gathered, fresh salt rubbed into their wounds and the source of their hatred before them, a clear malevolent wave passing over the six figures.

"What would you say if I told you that for the low, low price of one humble Dia, you can get a little bit of pay back! One Dia!" Kyle spun around and slammed the head of his cane into the top of a ball pile and sent the ball flying into one of the targets that were next to the six. Over the course of the next second Chris was dropped into the water, the mechanism reset, and Chris was pulled back out of the water. "To do that! Step up! Line up! No Need to rush there's plenty of balls for everyone!" True many people were strapped for cash after the events of the duel and it was the same case for them too, but one Dia was one Dia, and it promised to be cheap revenge.

As people lined up and pounded the target with balls Angelica looked on impassively. Today Angelica was not dressed in the academy's uniform but that of a maid, a little too much emphasis on her bust for her liking, doubly so considering it exposed the top halves of her breasts. Why Angelica was dressed as much as of no concern to her still groveling followers.

"I have good news: getting back into my good books is going to be extremely cheap today." Angelica indicated the dunk tanks that held the source of her misery. "All you have to do is spend money!" The Followers all breathed a collective sigh of relief at that. "2000 Dia should do the trick." They froze in shock at that, one brave follower looked up as Angelica was preparing to leave.

"Um... did we hear you correctly it sounded like you said-"

"Naturally as my loyal followers you all bet on my champion to win the duel at 2000 to one odds. In order for a bet to register it requires at least one Dia, so you all have a bare minimum of 2000 dia on you. Of course you had vastly more confidence in my champion than to bet a single Dia, this can be thought of as my mercy." Acting as if her logic was infallible Angelica then flipped the script. "It's not like you did something as idiotic as to bet all of your money on the five fools did you, hoping to profit off of my misery?"

"Of course not!" The follower's voice cracked as he spoke.

"That's what I thought." Satisfied with the results of her actions Angelica spun around on her heel as she left.


"Gentlemen, a sad truth has come to my attention." The Tea room had been booked by Leon, it was factually one of the largest classrooms in the school thus it was most suitable to his plans. "The Quality of women in this school, is absolute garbage." All the boys, Leon included, were dressed in suits, not fancy suits closer to what you'd find on a bartender in a high class upstanding joint. Murmurs of agreements went through the crowd. "We are expected to cater to sluts, spoiled brats and ugly pains in the rear who have clearly never heard of proper self grooming or exercise!" The last of the three were admittedly kind of rare, but still all too common. "And so a thought occurred: Why are we the ones expected to do all the work?"

The Guys all looked at each other in confusion.

"Oh sure I know about the age twenty time limit that you are all under. Some nonsense about men over twenty years of age being undesirable. But have any of you stopped to think that the girls might be under the same time limit?" Several people opened their mouths to speak, and then closed them. "My friends tell me, how many of you are in your first year here?" About half of the students raised their hands. "How many of you are in your second year here?" Students who did have their hands up put their's down, and about a third of the gathered students replaced them. "Now how many of you are in your final year?" Little under twenty percent of the students had their hands in the air. "Exactly." Leon snapped his fingers as if some grand point had been made. "The older you get the fewer guys there are, you are expected to go into the dungeons for the sake of their luxury after all. Risking your lives in the process." Leon stepped over and put a warm friendly arm around two of the guys in question. "Being an Unmarried man over twenty years of age isn't anything to be ashamed about: it's a commodity, it's rare, and it's why the laws of this country encourage you all to take on several wives."

Murmurs went through the crowd as the guys started to nod their heads to Leon's statements, who in turn clapped his hands as he jumped onto a table.

"Now I'm not saying that all of the women of the academy are vile, toxic harpies from the pits of inferno sent here to torment us for all of eternity." Though he did strongly imply it. "There is for example Angie, Clarice, Livia, Jillian, Sarah-" The crowd was kind of iffy about the last one. "But they do appear to be the exception. If I had to guess, high ranking or more likely highly influential." Now the crowd was just confused. "Anyone who is genuinely nice in this school is at risk of being bullied until they never want to leave their rooms again, such as Livia here almost was." Olivia awkwardly waved her hand off to the side. Leon was giving more than just speculation, he in his new official capacity as general affairs manager for the Student council, and unofficial capacity as coffee boy for Angie, have overheard this very issue discussed by Angelica and the other council members. This is part of his solution.

"My proposal is simple, until such time that the girls of this school have learned to own up to and correct their wretched behaviour, we will not indulge in said wretched behaviour." The boys were starting to get angry. "Instead!" Leon hadn't forgotten why he had called them here in the first place. "I have another solution." With a snap of his fingers Left brought over three boxes full of folders. "Through extensive research! I have found these poor bullied souls within the confines of the school,-" Actually Right did that. "-Single women of good standing between twenty and thirty years of age from outside of the academy-" Angie was the one to do that. "-various commoner born female adventurers-" He wasn't actually sure where that one had come from, the list just appeared on his desk before one of the student council meetings. "-and finally the various commoner born women of my family's own territory-" That one he actually did do the legwork for. "-have been all gathered together for your pleasure! More than enough for you all to get hitched thrice over!" Various murmurs went through the crowd of boys, not sure about this development. "They've been vetted by Angie Personally, she has been trained to spot people who are no good since she was five years old!" Which factually didn't do much to help her when literally every friend she ever had abandoned her all at the same time. "Most important of all, you have your own judgement, if a woman is no good for you then you have the power to determine that for yourselves. Relationships are built on a foundation of trust and mutual understanding after all." Leon's tone shifted as he said the final part of his speech. "So start understanding immediately!"

Putting two fingers into his mouth Leon let out a loud whistle as he jumped off the desk. At once the doors leading into the tea room opened as various women entered the room. Nervous looking girls in the academy's uniform, refined elegant ladies in well kept but cheap for their quality dresses, various rough looking women in casual wear, and eager young ladies in sun dresses looking around excitedly at all the boys that were before them. Enough to meet their marital needs thrice over!

"Alastor! Music!" The boys looked over what suspiciously looked like the same sword Leon had on him for the knighting ceremony hooked up to the business end of a Gramophone via jumper cables. They had several questions, several more when the damned thing somehow started to play classy piano music, but for now there were girls who were actually willing to talk to them in front of them and not use their demi-human servants to beat them up! Of the two the magical music playing sword was far more common.


Alastor Angelo: Alastor was once a lieutenant in the Demon Lord Mundus's army, serving directly under his top general Sparda.

After Sparda's betrayal of Mundus the now sealed demon lord purged his ranks of Sparda's followers, those who weren't destroyed completely were instead reduced to the form of Devil Arms. Among them Alastor was particularly skilled with a blade, those who wield him may find Alastor's legendary skill with the weapon at their finger tips, so long as they use it to assist in Alastor's recovery. He was 'rescued' from where Mundus kept him prisoner by one of the Sons of Sparda, as he tried to kill him. Since then Alastor has changed hands many times before he came into the possession of the Blackmores, in lieu of the dolls made from human hair used in most of their other servants Alastor prefers a customised Bianco Angelo armour as his main body. Indeed even after he has recovered to full power the Demon will likely keep the suit of demonic armour for the sheer combat power which it offers him.

Excerpt from Lemegeton's Book of Demons


"This is a huge waste of my abilities." The sword complained while still none the less playing the music.

"Keep playing." Leon stated commanded while he and Left And Right got the refreshments ready.


Mylene had been surprised to say the least when Angie had greeted her with a spare girl's uniform, more so when she learned that the uniform fit, apparently she and Angie had similar sizes, even more so when she encountered boys hitting on her. That of course didn't mean that Angie wasn't surprised either, not that her Queen who aged like fine wine could pass for an academy student, but at the person who she brought along.

"Erica look at you!" Angelica hoist the smaller girl up in the air by her arm pits! "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you!" Contrary to Angelica's statement Erica only came up to the older girl's chin, and that was with the extra few inch's of Erica's fusion suit.

"Good to see you again too Angie, even with recent events." It was true too. Erica was on far better terms with Angie than Angie was with Julius, Erica even tried to fix their relationship too knowing that it was doomed to fail, and failing that worked to get Angie to the point that she wouldn't be a mess when Julius inevitably broke it off.

"Oh enough about my dreary affairs." Angie dismissed the whole mess with her ex. "What about you!? How have you been! Are you starting to feel better now? Is that why you're up and about?"

"I've been doing pretty well actually." Erica moved her eyes away from Angie awkwardly. "We still don't know why but dungeon diving helps alleviate the symptoms, Dad even sent me exploring with the royal knights and we found a dungeon full of lost items." Which was true for the most part, not even Luxion, a old human AI that built the contraption to treat her symptoms has been able to completely figure out why her body reacts to magical energy the way it does. After all both of her parents were perfectly happy and more than capable of processing the magical power. But that is neither here nor there.

"So Angie tell me about your new friend." Mylene eventually prodded her daughter and god daughter along as they travelled through the grounds of the school. Mylene soon bore witness to the show that had been set up in the middle of the courtyard, and dropped her mouth in shock.

"Go drown you bastards!"

"I lost all my money thanks to you losers!"

"DIIIEEE!"

Mylene closed her eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. The students were hurling more than just rubber balls at the six being suspended in the air over the dunk tanks.

"Angie. Was that your idea?" Mylene asked hoping that her sweet little Angie hadn't been turned into someone cruel and vindictive.

"It was Leon's idea but I approved it." Angelica had a dead humourless look in her eyes. "Five years I put up with his abusive behaviour, and so five years of abuse is what I owe him." In comparison, Angie was being merciful, if it was her father in her shoes then it would be three times that long before Julius would be let off the hook. "I might not be able to make him experience the pain and humiliation of being hated by someone that he loves, but having every single person in the entire country turn against him sounds like the next best thing."

"Where did the sweet little Angie I knew go?" Mylene lamented as she continued to walk on.

"If it makes you feel better, Julius should be making a killing soon, at one Dia per second for the entire day, even with Sarah's tax in place, should net him over 15 thousand Dia." Angelica stated bluntly. The Queen just let out a sigh at that.

"No matter. Pairing hard work and rewards should help to correct his bad habits." The Queen would talk to her stupid son later.

"Back onto the subject of Lord Blackmore then?" Erica stated cheekily as she led the group forward.

"Yes." Mylene stated as she let out a sigh. "I still need to talk to your friend Leon. Normally I would've done it at his knighting ceremony but he fell asleep mid way through." Mylene looked at Angie with amusement with her features. "Someone must've kept him awake all throughout the night before."

Angie blushed.

"As flattered as I am that you think that way, I'm afraid that Lord Blackmore is simply not a morning person." Angie wasn't going to mention the limiter that was placed on Leon, nor give any indication of his true power either. After all she wanted him for herself, and she was intent to keep him.

The three of them continued to chat as they went through the festival grounds, aside from the stalls surrounding the Five Fools and Saintess the grounds were largely empty, Leon scooping up the majority of the male students into his coffee house probably had something to do with that. This in turn left the male students of the middle ranks and the various female students to their own devices as they set up stalls and prowled around for a good deal. The six weren't the only ones getting blasted with the sheer toxicity of the school, Several students way up high on their horses were demanding freebies or exorbitant prices, going on and on about earl this or count that and how much of a honour it is that they were talking to them in the first place.

Mylene was both concerned, and disgusted, if this is what she can expect from the future of the countries nobility then they were worse off than she thought. The three of them continued to chat as they traversed the hallways of the school before Erica abruptly grabbed both Mylene and Angie by their collars and pulled them back, the entire hallway they were about to step foot into was quickly flooded all the way to the ceiling before the water disappeared.

"What just happened?"


Moments earlier, a crowd had been gathered outside of the Tea room, consisting entirely of female students and their various demi-human slaves.

"What do you mean we can't get in!?" A black haired cat man in a butler's uniform was standing outside of the tea room, blocking the path of Stephanie Fia Offrey, the leader of this hoard of sluts and whores.

"The event is strictly Invitation only." The Cat man stated as he cleaned his glasses with a cloth. "No invitation. No entry."

"So you're saying that a bunch of nobody sluts can enter but we can't!?" Stephanie snapped angrily.

"If you understand the situation then you can leave." The cat man studied the dirt beneath his nails as he talked causing a shocked Stephanie to take a step back.

"I'm afraid I must protest your choice of words Mr. Calico." A mature blonde woman stepped out from the tea room. Blond hair, and a gorgeous mature figure with large breasts, Stephanie hated her already. "I won't speak on behalf of anyone else, but speaking as someone who is still a virgin I take simply outrageous offence at the implication that I am a slut." The blonde extended a hand. "Dorothea Fia Roseblade, of the prestigious Roseblade house hold." Stephanie didn't take her hand and so Dorothea lowered it.

"Still a Virgin at your age?" Stephanie snorted. "Guess if you're here you must be so desperate that you're willing to whore yourself out to these losers."

"Whereas a bunch of ugly sluts like you lot were so desperate for sex that you hired several personal whores, each, in order to satisfy you." Dorothea had a warm smile on her features as she continued to talk. Notably the demi-humans were looking around awkwardly next to their overweight, pimply or stick figured mistresses, almost like they agreed with Dorothea. "I suppose you could say that I have high standards, anything would look high up when people like you go out of your way to bury the bar."

Stephanie was again left speechless by the other party's words.

"Do you know Who I am!?" Stephanie snapped with a growl.

"A worthless little girl. Daughter of worthless crooked merchants who cheated and bullied a bunch of low rank families out of their homes. Discarded by a fool of a Fiance for the flat tits of a child." Dorothea summarised a malicious smile on her face. "So far beneath my notice she is not even worthy of a name."

"Ah. Ah. Ah..." Stephanie's shock turned to rage, with a snap of her fingers her servants began to move. "We're taking her with us, somewhere dark and private!"

Then the entire hallway was flooded with water all the way up to the ceiling, the water pressure threw all of the women and demi-humans gathered outside of the hallway down several feet before the water abruptly disappeared. Dorothea recognised it as a common cleaning spell used to scrub out especially tough stains before turning the water back into mana, thus skipping drying, though she's never seen anyone use it on the scale of scrubbing down an entire hallway at once before.

"Miauler remind me, what's the definition of Invitation only again!?" Leon stepped forward between Dorothea and Stephanie, a blue lantern-like club sitting on his shoulder with a long blue ribbing trailing off of it, a small doll hanging off the end. 'Coincidentally' Raymond was now wondering where the pretty girl from Leon's territory that he was talking to just now went.

"Sir. 'If a person doesn't have an invitation then they must be escorted from the premises immediately.'"

"Now because you can't do your job right one of our guests almost got assaulted just now!" Leon snapped angrily. "If you can't do your job correctly then go switch with Right!"

"At once!" Miauler ducked as he went to get the other Shadow demon.

"As for the rest of you get! You are ruining the scenery!" Leon held out the Rusalka club again as another mass of water was quickly formed and the screeching harpies that tried to invade his coffee house were blasted out of the hallway through the window on the far end.

In the mean time three concerned faces looked at the broken window, then looked at the tea room with Leon and the others standing in front of it.


A few moments later Leon finished handing money to a school official to replace the window that he broke. Erica in the mean time asked Angelica if she could go talk to her brother for a bit, without having to deal with him being assaulted by the dunk tank, Angelica in turn gave her a card signed by her with the instructions to take it to the Elf working the stand for her. Thus Erica ran out to the stall and cut to the front of the line, giving Kyle the card from Angie and grabbing the one she wanted to have a moment in private with, not her brother Prince Julius, though he did whine pathetically when he realised that Erica wasn't going to rescue him, but rather Marie.


I feel compelled to mention my own 'character' from the third game Erica Rapha Holfort.

A rather unpleasant person all around, quite frequently Erica would use her authority as the princess to bully those beneath her and act as she pleases. Notably she also frequently complained about symptoms that the Protagonist of the third game, Mia, would also have but unlike Mia her words went ignored, right up until her death. For this reason 'Erica' took a special interest in doing everything that she could to make the girl's life miserable firmly securing her role as a major antagonist of the third game.

I fully and completely admit that I consider her tale a cautionary one and I have no interest in following in her footsteps.

If there is any benefit to 'Erica's' reputation it's that if anyone manages to mistake me for her then I'll know that I've managed to trip over the presence of another reincarnated.

An Excerpt from Diary 3


Marie was terrified. Absolutely, stone cold terrified. The Queen hauling her off for an interrogation was bad enough, outside of her status as an obstacle to a relationship with her son Julius she was overall a very sweet and nice lady. Erica on the other hand was rightfully considered the main antagonist of the third game for a very good reason, outside the Olivia/Luxion duo that is. Then what Marie saw next would've made her piss herself had she not already been soaked through to her core.

"Not exactly the 'embodiment of radiant feminine beauty' your brother talked about." A familiar red eyed grey orb decloaked next to Erica.

"He always did have bad taste in women." Erica followed up face leaning into her fist while she sat on an arm chair in the classroom the two of them had taken over.

"Wha!? How!?" This was definitely not in the script!

"Listen to me very closely you little idiot!" Erica grabbed Marie by her hair as she held her face to face. "We are going to have a nice long chat, and you are going to tell me everything that you know about your 'New Age Lovers' right now!"

'New Age Lovers: Record of War.' That was the name of the game, of The Game that this world is based on!

"I'm sorry, did you think that you were the only one?" Erica tightened her grip as she spoke. "That you were the only person being reincarnated? That beating some game made you into someone special?"

"I-I didn't Beat the game!" Erica released her grip and leaned back into her chair as she continued to glare down at Marie. "The combat sections were too difficult so I blackmailed my stupid brother into beating it for me!" Erica's eye was twitching. "Aside from the parts in the beginning I just watched all the cut-scenes with the cute boys!" Marie cried out fully aware of just how terrifying the entity before her actually was.

"And you decided to become 'the Protagonist' despite that!?" Erica asked her voice full of disbelief. "You couldn't handle the combat scenarios in a video game so you decided to fight them in real life instead!?"

"Monsters are much easier to fight in real life!" Marie countered crossing her arms.

"Yes I suppose you would think that way." Erica had Luxion project a list of Marie's accomplishments as an adventurer. "You have a bad habit of biting off more than you can chew and escaping by the skin of your teeth. Is it any wonder we're in this mess of a situation right now?" Luxion closed the holographic list as Erica turned her attention back to Marie. "Right then, this situation isn't completely unsalvageable. I assume you at least managed to outline a training regimen for Julius and the others to ensure that they reach their full potential before they have to fight the Black Knight?" Marie went pale. "If you understand how hard this world is then you've at the very least have been working to prepare the boys for it right?"

"We have to fight the who!?" Marie was sweating fearfully. Even she knew about the Black Knight, Chris won't shut up about him.

"It appears that Miss Patton having the five go through military training was the correct course of action." Erica sighed as she nodded in agreement to the floating eye's assessment.

"Unfortunately we need them doing far more training than what is possible from just a few weeks every couple of months." Erica replied bluntly. "It also doesn't help that they cannot dungeon dive for the next year, or until we can convince Angie to go easy on them." Knowing her they'll have better luck convincing Fanoss not to invade.

"You in the mean time are going to have to work very hard in order to make sure that these Five Fools are prepared for what's coming for them." Erica stated as she glared down at Marie, who in turn recoiled in shock and horror.

"Why Do I have to be the one who looks after them!?" Marie shrieked and recoiled in horror. 'Because you're the only one who they will listen to 'protagonist!'' They didn't say that though. Instead Luxion's eye glowed a deeper crimson as the drone popped out several mechanical tendrils, burning hot plasma, electrical sparks, needles, torquing drills and bolt guns, most terrifying of all the drone turned completely invisible, for a few terrifying moments Marie had no idea where the drone was, not until she felt something tickle up the back of her spine and she screeched in terror as she swatted away at the invisible assassin behind her.

"You will do it because I am everywhere, and I can kill you at any time I please." Luxion reappeared next to Marie, a long tendril retreating into his form. "At any moment I so choose I can make you drop dead, and this time there will be no mob assembled to find you, no evidence to lead back to us. You, an individual who has compromised your own health in your single minded pursuit of the Saintess position, will die suddenly and tragically leaving five grieving fools and a mess the rest of us have to clean up: if you don't cooperate!"

"I'll cooperate! I'll cooperate!" Marie was shaking so badly that she wanted to cry.

"Good." Now that the bad cop routine was finished it was time to move onto good cop. "Do you need a sedative to calm your nerves before we discuss our next move or do you think that you will be able to manage by yourself?"


Review Section:

RonaldM40196867: Thank you for saying so. Nope, no thinly veiled cabaret bar here. I wasn't expecting the Tsunami, given the Pandemic, Trump and Russian situations though I probably should've.

RedRat8: "So all the good families that the royal family was trying to build strong ties with are instead flocking to these wandering Barons with the exception of one. Well it could be worst." 'Looks at next few chapters.' "Damnit!"

guest: They're not visiting, little bit busy right now.