The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

However, the Brittany students went too far. Even though Mr. Simon had lowered himself so much, Carlos still had to extend his left hand to insult him. This was truly intolerable.

"If he respected me, he should have extended his right hand when he saw me extend mine. But look at that guy! He extended his left hand. His left hand? The left hand that Mullin only uses to wipe his butt and deal with filth?"

"And they even used their left hand to perform the hand-kissing gesture! I remember in European culture, the hand-kissing gesture is reserved for women, right? This is insulting, and it's very ineligible!"

Mr. Seamus, with his sense of justice in his hands, was relentless in his pursuit of the truth, ultimately blaming everything on that Carlos. And Mr. Seamus? He was repeatedly oppressed, wanting to settle things peacefully, only to be bullied to the point of having nowhere to retreat. He truly seemed as innocent as a white flower.

In reality, Mr. Seamus didn't care whether Carlos extended his left or right hand. After all, he wasn't truly Muslim.

Whether it's Carlos or Icarus, as long as the other party dares to reach out, even if he doesn't, Simo is willing to give them a good halal blow.

As for the reason? Finding one isn't difficult, is it?

For example, his gaze wasn't respectful enough; his handshake was too strong, which was a provocation; his handshake was too weak, which was disrespectful; and he didn't shake my hand, which was a sign of looking down on me.

In short, Mr. Simo could find countless reasons to doubt that the other party was not halal!

16. We warmly welcome the Afghan Muslim delegation to our school for exchange and learning.

Although Mr. Simo eats pork, although he doesn't observe Ramadan, and although if the local imam knew that Mr. Simo openly expressed his affection for the little angel of the Chaotian, he might just beat him to death.

However, every month when Mr. Simo went to the mosque, he was always warmly surrounded by Muslims. After all, he knew the Quran. Even the elders admitted that Mr. Simo was well-versed in the Quran. So, it was perfectly easy for him to fool these ignorant students with religious doctrines.

Therefore, President Mireille defined this school gate incident as a small but still acceptable exchange between Brittany culture and traditional Iranian culture.

Well, since it's an exchange, how can it only happen once?

After resolving the main issues, Mr. Simo and President Mireille then engaged in a positive, enthusiastic, and friendly exchange regarding the high degree of realism of the prosthetic hand, thanking Dr. Kulovis Tobita for his biotechnological support, and expressing gratitude for Mr. Simo's Whisperer talent and active practice in Afghanistan regarding the development and civilian application of the non-invasive liquid bomb.

The main participants from both sides, the visiting and learning delegation led by Simo and the local Britannian delegation led by Mire, actively exchanged their long-held experiences and achievements during the talks. While expressing surprise and admiration for each other's accomplishments, they also deepened their understanding of each other and strengthened their friendship.

Both leaders agreed that this exchange was essential, as it eliminated existing differences between the two sides and was an innovative, constructive, and landmark win-win situation.

The two leaders agreed that, in order to build a more harmonious, vibrant, stable, and bustling Ashford Academy, and to enrich the spiritual and cultural life of Ashford students, they should break through and innovate on the existing model to find a more scientific and innovative approach: [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate text fragment: "Tide Field: Insane and more humane, Rival: Actually, isn't it inhumane? New era campus extracurricular activities."]

This means that the two sides are very likely to have more in-depth and easy-to-understand exchanges in the near future.

A weight was finally lifted from Shiota's shoulders. He never expected that Ashford's student council president would be so like-minded with Seamus, both eager to stir up trouble. After many twists and turns, today's events were finally resolved perfectly.

If Simo knew what was on Shiota's mind, he would tell him: This is all thanks to the intelligence.

"This way, I can study here with peace of mind, right?" Nagisa Shiota thought to himself. Subconsciously, Shiota forgot about the plans that Simo and Mirei had discussed to make the school more lively. If he could remember them, he would never have associated the word "peace of mind" with studying.

So let the little angel Shiota enjoy this temporary joy.

Of course, everything in the world follows the principle of equivalent exchange; if someone is happy, someone else will inevitably feel upset.

For example, some of the less-than-harmonious voices during the meeting just now, Rival shouted: "I protest! I oppose! I boycott!"

Ashford School is democratic, and every student has the right to express their opinions. However, Ashford is also centralized, in order to ensure that while students enjoy democratic life, the entire school can pool its resources to accomplish things that the student council president deems important, such as: "Let's stop studying all the time and play a prank!"

Because Student Council President Millie Ashford insists that the main contradiction at Ashford Academy, both now and in the near future, remains the conflict between students’ growing demand for a vibrant campus culture and the conservative, rigid, and monotonous campus life.

Therefore, the protest is invalid, the objection is rejected, and the resistance is null and void. As the student council secretary, Rival should just be a slave, servant, and machine for President Mireille.

At that moment, Rival felt sorrow, as if it were a stage play. He, Rival, was like a loyal minister in ancient Rome, warning the emperor to be extremely careful of the barbarian invasion for her safety.

But he was indeed playing a loyal subject, and Simo ruthlessly stole the beautiful and adorable villain role, but unfortunately, the role wasn't right for him.

This is not a comedy about a treacherous minister being overthrown, but a tragedy about a loyal minister being powerless to reverse the situation. After all, Rival is playing Seneca, the writer of tragedies, and Stilico, who was unjustly killed.

The former was one of the most famous writers of early Rome and a renowned Stoic philosopher. His tragedies, such as Medea and Oedipus, remain influential to this day. More importantly, he was also a tutor and advisor to the Roman emperor, Nero Claudius, though unfortunately, the emperor's name was Nero Claudius. As a result, despite his earnest advice to the emperor, he was forced to commit suicide by the emperor several years later.

The latter was Rome's last great commander. After the death of Emperor Theosoph, he installed the young Reynolds as emperor. During his regency, he attempted to end the division between the Western and Eastern Roman Empires and twice defeated the Visigothic invasions. However, during the third Gothic invasion, due to the deteriorating situation and depleted forces, he had to use money and land as a delaying tactic, which led to attacks from his political enemies. Ultimately, he was executed by the young Reynolds whom he had loyally supported. Less than two years after his death, Rome, the ancient capital and eternal city of the empire, fell for the first time. From then on, the Western Roman Empire rapidly declined until its complete demise.

And today, the actor playing the emperor, Milonor Renoirius, perfectly embodied what it means to be a tyrant.

No matter how much Lival pleaded with her, she remained unmoved and went her own way.

Rival practically said, "President Mireille, this guy is a wicked villain who wants to cause trouble, the culprit who disrupts the stability of the campus. He can't be allowed to live! You should expel him from the school and exile him eight hundred miles away!"

However, President Mirei still smiled and let Simo and Nagisa leave, and even thoughtfully told them where their class was. If Mr. Simo hadn't politely declined, Mirei might have personally escorted them there.

This left Rival, who was watching from the sidelines, feeling utterly exhausted.

Does Rival dislike Seamus? Under normal circumstances, he might be quite happy to be friends with someone like Seamus. After all, how could someone who can take Lelouch to play gambling chess be a typical good student?

However, the prerequisite for becoming friends is that we can't become rivals in love.

If Simo knew, he would be very surprised. Could it be that this blue-haired monkey has also set his sights on little angel Shiota? If that's the case, it would be a real shame not to give this audacious monkey a good halal beating.

Perhaps tomorrow's headlines in the Japanese media will be about a Britannian student dying in a crime of passion, the scene being so gruesome that the police have cordoned off the area. The following images may be disturbing, so please view with caution.

If that were the case, Rival would have died in vain. Although Shiota is adorable, she could never be Rival's type.

For Rival, his flower is Mireille.

17. Making a quiet entrance

While he was "interrogating" Simo, Rival appeared to be so angry that he was about to lose his mind, but he knew very well that this was just to cover up his inner unease, because President Mireille's gaze towards Simo was too strange.

Although Mirei disguised herself as a curious child, Rival, who had secretly loved her for many years, sensed something in her that was difficult for outsiders to perceive: excitement, joy, anticipation, longing, affection, and even...

And following the formula of those romance comics, it's the same old story: two teenagers from vastly different backgrounds are drawn to each other, defying societal norms, strong opposition from family and friends, and bravely overcoming hardships to be together, and then...

Damn it, how could this happen?

Last year, when President Millie was reading a romance novel about a domineering CEO, Rival privately joked that no CEO would dare to be domineering towards the school's devil king and the future Earl Ashford's title.

But to everyone's surprise, it turns out that President Mirei isn't going to be "dominated" by the CEO, but rather she'll be the CEO herself, "domineering" the numbered students! Although that kid named Simo doesn't have the typical weakness of a female lead in a CEO romance novel.

But Rival still couldn't help but ask, how is this possible?

No, it's certainly possible? Although she was born into nobility and received "good upbringing" from a young age, President Mirei is cynical at heart and enjoys all sorts of pranks.

Could it be that this company's previous actions hit the chairman's sweet spot?

Must my own flowers simply nestle in someone else's embrace?

Rival screamed inwardly, not daring to think any further. He desperately wanted to tell his guild master that novels and comics were all lies!

If Mireille were to choose a Breton, even if it wasn't him, he, Rival Cardmond, would support her silently, biting his handkerchief in support. But to associate with a numbered person, especially a girl of noble birth like Mireille... It's important to know that there are quite a few radical purebloods in the Breton military.

Having witnessed the incident involving Princess Marianne, Lival wouldn't have high expectations for the moral bottom line of these bloodline-obsessed racists. If they could assassinate one Ashford, why couldn't they kill a second one?

Therefore, this troublemaker absolutely cannot stay in the academy. Even if I am insignificant and have little influence, I must stop President Mirei and that guy from developing feelings for each other!

Or worse, what if feelings develop over time?

What should I do?

There's a saying in Brittany: if His Majesty the Emperor is troubled by something, then no matter what happens in the process, the final result will always be: for domestic matters, consult the second prince, Schneizel, the Imperial Chancellor, who is in charge of domestic affairs; for foreign matters, consult the second prince, Cornelia, the Imperial Marshal, who is in charge of military campaigns.

Although he might never have the chance to become the emperor of the empire, he still had a mischievous friend whose intelligence was no less than that of the imperial prime minister.

Watching Rival rush out to fetch reinforcements, Mireille rubbed her temples; finally, she was the only one left in the conference room.

Turn off the lights and open the curtains. The room, which was just a moment ago dimly lit like a conspiracy venue, immediately became bright. Feeling the warm spring sunshine and a joyful mood, my already tired body became even more languid.

"It's not time to relax yet. The disobedients' plan is about to succeed." A stern male voice echoed in Mirei's mind.

Mirei wasn't surprised, because it was a special ability whose most distinctive feature was that only those with a certain level of understanding could possess it, and others couldn't eavesdrop on it by any means.

Mirei conveyed the message of calm to the other party in the same way, which made the other party fall silent. He did not understand why Mirei could be so calm when the situation was already extremely critical. He knew that this was directly related to the safety of a world, and might even involve several parallel universes.

Several times, he wanted to take the man down directly, but he was always stopped by Mirei, who acted as his "strategist." This undoubtedly aroused his strong dissatisfaction, but Mirei's actions were supported by that person, which left him helpless.

If he didn't know for certain that the strategist was absolutely loyal to the alliance leader, he would have doubted whether the saying "the enemy is in the first three rows" was truly true.

However, the past millennium has proven that although Mirei can be ruthless to her subordinates when necessary for the organization's plans, the organization has ultimately achieved its millennium-long ambition through her schemes, or rather, her conspiracies.

But just as they were about to harvest the fruits, those who defied orders unexpectedly stole the peaches.

If it weren't for their meddling, everyone would probably be living a peaceful and happy life in a new world by now! And maybe he would already be living happily ever after with Leilaye by then?

Thinking of this, the man felt inexplicably sad.

"I hope you're not playing with fire!" he said angrily before cutting off the communication.

The meeting room fell silent again, but Mirei's lips unconsciously curled up, because she had just heard the funniest joke.

"Playing with fire?"

A soft murmur seemed to reveal the speaker's inner mockery. Mirei leaned back in her chair, trying to make herself more comfortable.

Warm sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Millie, making her feel sleepy. In fact, it wasn't long before Millie drifted off to sleep.

But perhaps she was too happy, because even in her sleep, a smile lingered on her face. If someone were to enter the room at that moment, they would be astonished, because under the sunlight, the president's beautiful hair looked like it was ablaze with golden flames.

In her dream, Mirei recalled that day when that magnificent body was sealed away, her despair and resolve. At that moment, she removed her right eye and entered the "eternal trap" with her ally.

Everything back then—the suffering, the adversity, the joy of overcoming difficulties—is truly something to cherish now.

Oh, right, that's what I said back then.

"My flag will forever guide you on the path to humanity."

18. The same trick can only be used once on a little angel.

Walking along the path back to the teaching building, Simo and Nagisa Shiota were enjoying the scenery along the way. Although it was the first day of school, the atmosphere was relaxed due to the leisurely lifestyle typical of Brittany's aristocracy.

Or perhaps it's due to the personal preference of some school bully that there are no classes today.

"The start of school should be such a happy thing, so why do we have to spoil everyone's mood with something like classes?" It is said that when Mi Lei, who had just taken office as student council president, said this to the old-fashioned dean of students, the old man's blood pressure immediately soared and he had to go to the hospital for emergency treatment.

"It was that battle that directly established Millie's Frozen Throne at Ashford Academy."

From then on, whether it was the students silently enduring the pressure of homework, or the teachers who, under the cruel system, stooped to serve the wicked and compiled exam questions every day for performance bonuses, they all suddenly realized: 1789 had arrived!

Under the leadership of the Great Demon King Mireille, they raised the banner of democracy and stood up against the oppression of the colonial education bureaucrats, whose henchmen were the headmaster and grade headmaster, and placed the evil crown called "Ziyou" on the Demon King's head.

This is a regression in history! This is a tragedy of our time!

Ironically, everyone was shouting: "SR! SR!"

"Stop talking, everyone's watching!"

Nagisa Shiota, his face flushed, stopped Simo from continuing his erratic behavior. The scene had already been witnessed by many passing Britannian students.

Simone's exquisite face, vivid and melodious voice, striking white hair, and exaggerated physical performance make him impossible to ignore.

Although those gazes weren't of infatuation, and Mr. Seamus's reputation at Ashford Academy was far from legendary, it didn't stop Shiota's inner turmoil. He was so restless that he wanted to dive into the nearby pool and never come out again.