I Became a Murderer in the Academy.

Chapter 53

And so another day passed, and the day of the festival arrived.

The academy was always bustling with many students, but today was especially crowded.

Although the academy normally prohibits the entry of outsiders, they are allowed entry for the school festival.

This time, it was crowded with students, professors, and various other people.

Class B had already started business, and it was about time for Class A’s booth to open its doors, too.

Of course, attracting as many customers as Class B with ordinary means is difficult. That’s why they decided to use a different strategy.

“Now, Iria. Go out now.”

“What should I do?”

“Just stand in front.”

“......?”

Rena was smiling slightly as she looked at Iria in her work clothes.

Her face was already pretty, but it seemed to stand out even more today.

Maybe seeing her in different clothes felt novel because she always wore her school uniform.

It might have been because, unlike the school uniform, this outfit blatantly emphasized her figure.

Although not to the point of being called busty, Iria’s chest size was among the top in the academy.

Of course, the thighs, slightly visible under the short skirt, were also attractive. They were moderately thick, with clean skin without a single blemish.

She was a person who naturally fit the description of having a cute face but a not-so-cute body.

The current Iria could do it.@@@@

Iria in a maid outfit is money.

***

The news that the Combat Magic Department’s 1st Year Class A was operating a maid cafe as their booth spread by word of mouth faster than expected.

It was because Iria was standing openly in front of it.

At this point, her influence was at a level that couldn’t be ignored.

She was the top student in 1st year and had caused several incidents not long after entering.

The rumor that she made the second daughter of the Aster family kneel and lick her feet was especially famous.

Even if people didn’t know which class was Class A, when they heard Iria’s name, they would react like, ‘Oh, Class A was the class Iria was in?’

In a way, Iria was more famous than Class A.

Anyway, the ripple effect of her name being put up was greater than expected.

The first to rush over were some otaku types who had been clinging to Iria and being a nuisance for a while.

Of course, they were interested in Iria rather than the store, so they didn’t enter but waited outside.

More people than expected were gathered around Iria.

Ultimately, it was to appreciate the sight of an S-class beauty wearing a maid outfit in the area.

Among them were not a few who joined the crowd out of curiosity because people were gathering.

For whatever reason, people flocked to Class A’s booth. Suspiciously many.

“Hey, move! I can’t see!”

“There! She’s there! Damn, it suits her so well!”

“But what is this line for?”

At the center of everyone’s attention stood a woman with silver hair.

A woman of outstanding beauty.

Her silver hair, slightly swaying in the wind, was as beautiful as silk, and her red eyes emitted a soft light that matched exquisitely with her white hair, giving a strong impression.

She stood still without moving, to the point where one might mistake her for a well-made doll.

Outside, Iria was still cutting apples. Because of this, there were complaints from customers.

“So, when will Iria come?”

“Is that maid always going to be outside?”

It was about Iria’s absence.

Most of the people gathered here came in after seeing Iria.

They came in because they saw a cute silver-haired beauty showing off her skills, but Iria wasn’t there, and only others were present.

Of course, many were satisfied with the girls in the hall because Class A was rumored to have many beauties, but still, it was disappointing.

These complaints soon reached Rena’s ears.

It was something she had expected to some extent. After all, these were people drawn in by Iria’s name value.

If she wasn’t shown, complaints were bound to arise.

“Tell Iria to stop cutting apples and start serving customers.”

So, after capturing the initial influx of customers, she planned to have Iria take over customer service to prevent them from leaving.

If the initial customers are captured well, rumors spread in an instant. Rena decided to actively aim for this point.

If only these customers who came in were satisfied, they wouldn’t have to worry much about future influx.

But if there was a problem...

“Please just don’t cause any trouble......”

Everything was going according to plan, but she was still anxious all the same.

It was because she knew Iria’s social skills were at a terrible level. But now that the situation had grown much bigger than expected, it was too late to back out.

Rena earnestly prayed that Iria wouldn’t cause any trouble while making dishes to serve customers.

And not long after, word came that Iria had stepped on a customer’s face.

***

It was when Iria had shown her apple-cutting skill about twenty times outside the store.

“Iria! Can you stop cutting apples now and help with serving customers?”

“Yes.”

Iria put away the knife in her hand and entered the store.

She had learned the customer service manual from Rena. When you don’t know what to do, follow the manual, and as much as possible, it’s important to do what the customer wants.

What the customer wants.

Iria showed a faint smile. Unlike Rena’s worries, this was something Iria was confident about.

What the customer wants, she could know just by making eye contact.

“What would you like to order.”

“Gasp.”

Iria asked briefly while making eye contact with the customer with her red eyes.

Looking closely, it was a familiar face. Isn’t this one of the people frantically asking for a duel after she defeated Lucia?

It was a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind much. Iria doesn’t dwell on the past.

She ignored it and read his thoughts.

‘She’s even prettier up close... I wish she would step on my face once. Preferably with feet in stockings.’

What a strange thing for someone to want.

Iria thought there were all kinds of weird people in the world.

They said to do what the customer wants. It wasn’t a difficult task.

“Would you mind putting your face on the table for a moment?”

“Huh? Like this?”

Iria raised one foot and trampled on the customer’s face.