Golem-Making Club (3)
Golem-Making Club (3)
Bloed smiled softly and introduced himself.
Strangely, though, the answer he received was different than he expected.
"President? What is that?"
"A kind of supervisor?"
"I don't know. First time hearing about it."
Bloed was stunned.
'Now that I think about it…'
Looking behind him, Bloed realized that Regina was the only one that knew the meaning of the word president.
As for the others, including, Liu Ying, Aya, and Prince Calisto, they were tilting their heads at Bloed's words.
Bloed forced himself to not cringe and coughed softly to hide his embarrassment.
"Sorry, a mistake. I'm the new leader of the Golem-Making Club."
This time, the group's reactions were different.
Toby, the delicate-looking young man raised his face in surprise, and the group facing him put on grave expressions.
"Boy, what do you mean?"
Looking at the ice-cold expression of the young man in front of him, Bloed frowned.
"You should introduce yourself first, right? Also, I thought it was not allowed to attack other students inside the city."
The young man was startled. But then, he smiled.
"I see. A newcomer, huh. I was wondering who was so stupid as to become the leader of this club. Well, I'll introduce myself then. My name is Harold Stevens. A B-Rank practitioner belonging to [Flying Leaves]."
'Flying Leaves?'
This time, it was Bloed's turn to be confused.
He looked behind him to see if Liu Ying, Aya, Regina, or Prince Calisto knew about this Flying Leaves club, but each one of them was just as confused as he was.
It was normal, though. Prince Calisto was royalty, so his information about clubs was limited to the strongest clubs in the city. As for Bloed and the others, they did not care about other clubs in the slightest unless it was a relatively famous club.
As for [Flying Leaves], it was just a club with potential that was outside the top one hundred clubs. In these circumstances, it was normal if newcomers such as Bloed and the others knew nothing about them.
However, Bloed did not dwell in the identity of that club for long. Instead, he looked at the childlike boy standing in front of him.
"And you?"
"M-Me? M-My name is Toby. I'm a member of the Golem-Making Club."
"Oh? In other words, you are one of my people. Well, Toby, can you please explain to me what is happening here?"
"He doesn't need to." Harold interrupted before Toby could speak. "We came here to merge our clubs together. So I'm sorry, Mr. Leader, but it's better if you leave as soon as possible."
"S-Shut up! I will never allow it!"
Seeing Toby baring his teeth to Harold and the people behind him, Bloed quickly got an idea of what was happening.
'In other words, they want to swallow this club, huh.'
Bloed had been reading the rules and requirements about clubs recently, so he knew a bit about them.
And between the things he learned, he remembered seeing something about two clubs being allowed to merge together.
Most of the time, it was a stronger club swallowing the weaker club to get the members of that club. However, the situation this time seemed different.
After all, the Golem-Making Club was one of the top one hundred clubs, even if its current situation was pretty bad.
As for this Flying Leaves Club or whatever it was called, it was the first time Bloed was hearing about it. He was sure it was not one of the top one hundred clubs.
If he was not mistaken, Harold and the others' intention was to get the Golem-Making Club's rank and benefices for their club.
'The situation of my club is pretty bad, huh.'
Smiling wryly to himself, Bloed fixed his gaze in Harold and the others.
His gaze, however, was very cold.
"I see. So you want to swallow my club. Pretty bold of your part."
Harold wrinkled his brows before looking at the young man beside him."
"Julius, do you know who he is? I thought your club was leaderless."
"Y-Yeah, it's my first time hearing about him."
"I see." Harold nodded and looked at Bloed. "Mr. Bloed, right? It's my first time hearing about you being the leader of this club. As a third party, you should stop interfering in the affairs of other clubs; otherwise, I don't mind teaching you a lesson for being meddlesome."
"Is it so?" Bloed nodded slightly and looked behind him. "Regina, please."
"Understood, master." With a nod, Regina took something out of her storage device and showed it to Harold and the others.
It was a document certifying that Bloed was indeed the new leader of the Golem-Making Club, something he received from Headmistress Wave yesterday.
When Harold saw the document, his face turned sullen.
'Dammit, this is the worst situation possible!'
He suspected that Bloed was someone that another club sent. Probably someone with the same intentions as him.
'Damn bastards. They sure move fast.'
However, Harold did not show his anger on his face. He already suspected something like this could happen when he heard Bloed calling himself the leader of the Golem-Making Club.
He just nodded softly with a calm expression.
"I see. However, Mr. Bloed, you should understand the situation of this club. I can assure you that this club will not survive the next War of Clubs. You should consider our proposal of merging our club together. You will not lie the results otherwise."
"Oh?" Bloed narrowed his eyes. "Are you threatening me?"
"What do you think?" Harold smiled. At the same time, his Peak B-Rank mana started to leak out of his body.
Bloed immediately raised an eyebrow. Feeling Harold's mana, he immediately came to a conclusion.
'Pretty strong.'
He was probably at the level of one of the B-Ranks that besieged him yesterday during the welcome game.
'It seems like [Flying Leaves] is not a simple club.'
Moreover–
'He doesn't know about us, huh.'
Many students had watched the welcome game and knew about Bloed. These students knew that Bloed was very powerful.
However, it seemed that Harold had not watched it.
Otherwise, he would not dare to be so arrogant.
Bloed could not help but put on an amused smile when he thought of that.
"I heard it was forbidden to fight other students in the city. You don't seem to mind it, though."
"It will be fine if I clean everything before the city guards arrive."
"Really? That is good then." Bloed nodded in understanding. Immediately after that, his blue eyes turned sharp.
But then–
"Wait."
A young man appeared suddenly, grabbing Harold's shoulder.
"Sub-leader?" Harold was stunned. "What are you doing here?"
The young man did not explain. Instead, he stared at Bloed fixedly before opening his mouth with a grave expression.
"Let's go back."
"But sub-leader, he–"
"Calm down, Harold. You are not his match."
"Huh?"
Ignoring Harold's startled expression, the young man looked at Bloed again and spoke up.
"Your name is Bloed Norman, right? Good, we will see each other in the War of Clubs."
Bloed smiled slightly.
"I'll be waiting then."
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