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===Part 12===

It was all over.

It did not take long once Headmaster Cliff French-Connection was blown to bits.

First, they got Board Chairman Elritta Champs-Élysées to the other side of the fence. Once the thick secret file was in the hands of the police, the police saluted and patted the girl’s head before rushing onto the campus within the fence.

The distinction between student and teacher no longer mattered.

Those puppets’ strings had been cut, so they readily put their hands up like the entire conflict had been a lie. That was a sign of just how abnormal the world created by the Headmaster had been.

Meanwhile.

Allen checked the time on his phone, which was almost out of battery, and then collapsed onto the lawn.

“It’s over! It’s all over! Oh, goddammit! There’s no way I can win that script competition now!! That was my dream, you know!? As naïve as it might be!!”

“Sorry. I wish I could make it up for you, but I have no pull in the entertainment industry.”

Little Board Chairman Elritta sounded apologetic, but Quenser made sure to pat her head.

He smiled and asked a question.

“You say that, but if you could redo today, would you abandon this girl and run off to the competition? It would also mean abandoning the beautiful Student Council President.”

“Goddammit.”

Still on the ground, Allen moved his hands like he was washing his face.

But he was not pathetically crying.

“I’d save them. Yes, I’d save them!! I mean, I poured my heart and soul into writing that, so I couldn’t let it be stained by bloody rumors of a death in its background! So I’d save them. The much better story is to have saved the world real quick on the way to the competition!!”

After one last glance at Allen, Quenser turned toward super-mini dress Monica.

“Lady Monica, aren’t there any special measures for things like this? I mean, we practically had a war break out on campus.”

“That isn’t my field, but with idol auditions, you’re disqualified if you’re even a second late even if a meteor hit. For one thing, success in the entertainment industry isn’t achieved solely through the strengths of an individual. Luck and trends are as important to business opportunities as skill is. Unfortunately, people’s efforts can go unrewarded if they arrived at the wrong time. That’s just how it works.”

Twintail Monica sighed.

But she was not done yet.

“Still, if my instincts are right, a change is about to come over the industry. And in my business, a hyena-level nose is crucial.”

“?”

“Hey, Allen. The entertainment business is a small one and it isn’t kind enough to always give someone what they want. And with the hundreds or even thousands of people involved in the production of a film, an individual’s opinions are easily altered. Things might not go according to plan, but are you still interested in knocking on the gates of that world you’ve dreamed of joining? Are you ready to make a film, even if it’s nothing like the script you wrote?” Monica smiled thinly. “If you’re willing to follow through on this, then I think this incident might just work out in your favor.”

That was when his nearly-dead phone received a call.

When he sat up and answered it, the producer on the other end immediately began speaking at a mile a minute.

“Hey there!! Sounds like you had a real rough day! Anyway, we just got the green light on producing a film based on that Academy Occupation. We’d love to get a firsthand account. We’re especially interested in some inside Academy information on what we’re allowed to show and what’s a secret. So how would you like to join our writing team, rookie!?”

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