The club building.
The joint ground.
Club activities included physical abilities tests for their creations.
Tests were conducted on the power and effects of devised sorcery, magic, and ancient magic.
It was a stage to boast and show off their research results.
An arena to declare that their creations were the strongest.
On such a ground.
McGillis, the wealthiest male student in the academy.
A direct request from that male student.
The reward was substantial.
The request was to recruit a certain man.
According to information, this man had an extraordinary love for plants.
He rejoiced when admiring flowers and became angry when they were picked.
The task was to avoid topics related to plants as much as possible.
“Damn it!”
“I’m first. ♪”
The order was decided by a lottery.
Success in recruitment with the first attempt.
I’ll take all the reward. ♪
“Poison Flower.”
Since enrolling.
Instead of focusing on studies.
He used his mind to charm the opposite sex.
With that effort, and with the help of teachers and geniuses,
His academic test scores consistently exceeded the average.
His physical strength was average.
The school was closed for an extended period.
At home, there were good-for-nothing parents.
Being at school was better.
The cafeteria provided at least a minimal meal.
Instead of going home, he spent his time chatting and improving his charm during club activities.
“Hehehe, I’ll have him hooked with my allure. ♪”
A few minutes later.
“Begone.”
“Ngh, gaaah……”
The Hidden Weapon Research Society.
“Bwahaha, teehee ♪♪”
“It’s my turn now. ♪”
“Hope you fail too! ♪”
“Pass me my turn! ♪?”
“Gaaah, so frustrating!”
The next turn.
“The Alchemist.”
Whether it’s medicine or poison, when it comes to me, I can change its properties to the exact opposite.
In the school infirmary.
A former royal physician, now unemployed because His Majesty the New King remained unharmed by any injuries or illnesses, served as the nurse.
On the infirmary shelves.
An incredibly rich collection of medicines was displayed.
I went to the nurse, who had extensive knowledge of medicine, to ask if there was any poison for hidden weapons.
Pretending to want to become a doctor in the future, I inquired about medicines that counteracted various poisons and gathered information on good poisons.
Thus, I gained knowledge of medicines and poisons that surpassed the status of a student.
“With the mind-control drug I created, the reward is mine! Gufu, hehe…”
A few minutes later.
“What are you doing!?”
*Thump!*
“—Guff?! Why…?”
My odorless drug was seen through.
And I was hit hard in the stomach without even getting to test its effects.
The “Alchemist” was carried off to the Hidden Weapon Research Society by the hired hands of the Alchemy Club.
“Bwahaha! Hahaha! ♪”
“What are you guys looking so pathetic for! ♪”
“You’re more pathetic than me~? Hehe ♪ Don’t glare at me like that~~”
“You… you bastards…”
“Alright! It’s my turn now. ♪”
“You won’t make it either~~”
The next turn.
“The Illusionist.”
From card tricks to assassination techniques using everyday objects like pencils.
He loves gambling.
His academic performance relied on copying the answers of students who could pass with their magic.
His reflexes were his only remarkable physical ability.
“I’ll entertain him. If I invite him, I can recruit him. ♪”
A few minutes later.
“These are all tricks I know! How boring! Come back when you have something new! ♪”
“Gaaah!?”
Even though I used my best move that I hadn’t revealed yet.
“Why do you know…? Where did you learn…? Who showed you!?”
I tried to cling to him, wanting to acknowledge him as my master, but he wouldn’t tell me.
The “Illusionist” dejectedly returned to the Hidden Weapon Research Society.
“Ahahaha, serves you right! ♪”
“The main act is here now. ♪”
“Absolutely impossible.”
“I couldn’t do it. You won’t be able to either.”
“Hmph~. I’ll make you wear a frown! ♪”
The last turn.
“The Monkey.”
Its name comes from its ability to imitate, see, hear, and speak like a monkey.
In any case,
His grades were above average in both academics and martial arts.
He perfectly mimicked the movements of talented individuals.
Moreover, after seeing it once, his imitation was almost flawless.
By combining the numerous imitated movements,
He unleashed a versatile barrage of attacks.
The pattern changed every time.
It was chaotic with no discernible order.
Yet, he possessed the skill to make it a barrage.
“The essence of monkey imitation is synchronization. ♪ I will read all of the man’s actions and surely recruit him in a friendly manner. ♪”
“That’s why you’ll fail.”
“Gentlemen who give up easily don’t get the girls.”
“Hehe, *hunoッフー* ♪ Save your loser’s howls for when you get back~~, hehe ♪”
A few minutes later.
“Hahaha! Hahaha! ♪”
“Fellow compatriot! ♪”
“Well done, well done! ♪”
“To think there would be such a like-minded person among the students. I must offer my gratitude to my god (Hapichu, God of Harvest and Gourmet). ♪♪”
“It is only natural to express gratitude to plants. ♪ By the way? Regarding that male student named McGillis over there.”
“Could he be a fellow compatriot as well!?”
“No, no. Unfortunately, he is not.”
*Whisper, whisper.*
“Hmm. You want me to join forces?”
“Yes, to put it plainly, that’s right.”
Lord Vegetarian completely recognized “The Monkey” as kin.
And he decided to become a subordinate of the male student (McGillis) that his kin recommended.
If he joined, he could gather even more like-minded people.
Eventually, the male student (McGillis) and others would also learn to love plants and eat with gratitude.
People can change. Reformation is possible.
If you don’t like it, you can leave. ♪?
“Alright, I understand. I’ll accept your offer! ♪ It’s a request from a fellow compatriot, after all. Hahaha! ♪♪”
“Hehehe, thank you, fellow compatriot Vegeta (、、、、)! ♪”
“The Monkey” successfully completed McGillis’s request.
Remembering the disappointed faces of the others when he returned,
I took Vegeta to McGillis, and the two shook hands.
“Let’s continue to do our best from now on. ♪”
“If I don’t like it, I’ll leave.”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
McGillis conveyed with his gaze to “The Monkey.”
That it was the usual payment method.
Just hearing that, “The Monkey” nodded in understanding.
And promptly disappeared from the scene.
Vegeta, who had introduced himself under a false name, and Lord Vegetarian,
Had a desire to converse a bit.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, but the sun is already setting.”
“Ah, ah, ah, you’re right! I’ll show you to the secret base.”
“Ah, I’m looking forward to dinner.”
“Leave it to me! ♪”
Entrusting Demi-chan and the others,
We headed back to the secret base.
