An Angel Lives in the Academy - An Angel Lives in the Academy chapter 183

Episode 183: An Angel Taking a Observation Lesson (6)

Red blood flows over the blue blade.

The cold metal is covered by the hot liquid.

The expression of the frightened referee crosses the same as that of the frightened junior.

“Oh, no.”

It was just a drop, just a drop of blood.

However, neither the referee nor the juniors, who had seen a lot of blood so far, saw the blood and could not move while standing still.

“I’ll treat you right away.”

wiggle wiggle. Seeing the junior’s pupil shaking in fear, the referee spoke clumsily and approached the junior.

“My… I will take care of myself.”

But the younger brother backs off.

His voice and his attitude were all as if he was looking at something terrifying.

It’s like seeing a ghost, a monster, or even a demon.

“… … .”

A little, but the referee was shocked to see that. It’s been over a year since I opened my eyes as an angel, and I’ve never bought anyone else’s fear… … .

A decorative cabinet where products are displayed.

His own reflection in the windshield.

The figure holding a blood-stained dagger with a very cold face.

Sicario.

The figure of a murderer with a dagger.

The referee looked at it and couldn’t say anything.

Will the referee be able to handle this kind of appearance? What the hell is this boy thinking when he looks at this window?

“Sorry. I really didn’t mean to scare you.”

The boy’s voice trembled.

That trembling voice became the answer to the previous question.

“I don’t really want to do this either.”

Crying- Emerald-colored eyes filled with transparent tears. Unable to show tears in front of his juniors, the referee hurriedly wipes his eyes with his sleeve… … .

“It could have been, there was no other way.”

Crying-

I tried to raise my voice as mature as possible, but it didn’t work.

Unless you become a voice actor angel referee, you can’t hide the fact that your voice is fading.

“It has to be like this… … .”

“… Seniors.”

Seeing that, the junior approached again.

It must have been a junior who had been terrified before, but now he couldn’t find such a figure.

The appearance of a young boy who looks like an angel and endures crying is something that makes me feel something even though he is a junior who has had a rough life and is quite emotionally worn out.

Emotions such as sympathy or regret.

“Ah, it looks like you’re only showing a little bit of life, so why are you like this?”

The junior was amazed at how he felt this way and licked his lips.

“it’s okay. Well, you might be able to show off your life when you fight. It’s just that the problem is that I look like I’m living like a bastard, so what?”

And then, a junior who lowers himself.

He scratched his head as if he didn’t know why he was doing this and continued.

“How do people live without revealing their lives? Life is to have a truck with only the people you want to kill in your life. Our senior, you have lived a very good life. Even an angel cannot live like this.”

Consolation with something in the bones.

It was comforting as if he knew that the referee was an angel.

It must have been a coincidence, but the referee heard his consolation and his thoughts became more complicated.

live. the desire to kill someone.

okay.

The referee wanted to kill someone now.

I couldn’t deny that feeling.

‘right. An angel should never have a desire to kill someone, never. Why can’t an angel curse? Why would you turn into a demon or a fallen angel even if you make a small mistake? Because it’s so pure… Because it is the whitest being… … .’

If you bury even the slightest dirt, you will no longer be an angel.

However, the human mind is the mind because it does not work at will. If you want to be able to operate it as if you were typing a command with a keyboard.

How could all that love, all that hate, all that tragedy and all that comedy come out?

‘I can’t help it though.’

The feeling of hating someone so much is really unavoidable.

It was a really hard feeling to bear.

‘My heart hates them so much.’

Feeling the pain in his chest, the referee wiped away his last tears.

“thank you. ugh You looked so ugly.”

A referee with a false smile. The junior saw that smile and forgot what to say for a moment.

Eyes filled with tears and a smile that seemed to be barely making up.

Breaking beauty.

It feels like looking at such a beautiful glass craft.

The junior hid his red cheeks and quickly opened his lips.

“Oh, nothing else.”

And blushing at seeing a man to himself? It should never happen. Even though the referee senior is more beautiful than most girls.

After beating himself, he said as if nothing had happened.

“Would you like to rest for a while? I think it will be difficult to train as it is.”

“Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

Then, the junior immediately sat down on a nearby smashed sofa.

“Do you know my name?”

“Yeah, it was definitely Gori.”

“Oh, it’s an honor. You must have remembered my name.”

ring. A boy who does not belong to any family or guild, but is mentioned as the next prospect in the Department of Swordsmanship.

Because of his sharp impression and scars left in various places, he was often mistaken for a thug or a bully, but the truth was a little different.

Because Gori wasn’t just a thug.

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It does not follow any form of swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship just to survive and kill enemies. And with that alone, a man who was at the forefront of the first grade in the Department of Swordsmanship.

That was the ring.

“Honestly, it was a terrifying life. I’ve been living in the back world since I started talking… It was not easy to feel a life as gritty as that of referee-senpai. No, it must be the first time.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry.”

“no. There’s nothing to be sorry about, this. I’m just saying it’s a good life with respect.”

With a refreshing expression, Gori said something unpleasant.

“Senior-nim will definitely become a good murder master. Obviously.”

“You’re a murder master. I don’t want to be like that.”

“yes? From the guild leader who is said to be the world’s best, to Professor Park Jin-ho… They’re all murder masters, but you don’t want to be that kind of master? Then why did you come to our academy?”

Pisilpisil- A ring that shows off a light smile like a sheep. The referee was a little perplexed and was thinking about what to say.

“The term “Murder Master” sounds a bit vulgar. But.”

ring opened her lips

“There is no better compliment in this world than this.”

The referee knew, too, that the boy named Gori now speaks these words to comfort the referee.

And I knew that none of what Gori said was wrong.

“It seems that you are not used to living and killing. This must be a relationship, can I help you from today?”

“it’s okay.”

“Your expression doesn’t look good at all, does it? It is said that living like that would break people’s hearts if they don’t solve it. Be honest. Are you sick? That’s where it started.”

Frustrated – The referee hurriedly packed his bags and prepared to leave the dungeon.

‘Get used to living and killing. How could that be?’

Well, such a being is so demonic.

How could such a being be called an angel?

‘Are you still obsessed with things like that after giving up on living as an angel? Referee, you decided to take revenge. On the day the observation class begins, looking at their faces at that moment.’

Who the hell is thinking about this?

Is it the referee’s thoughts?

Or is it the devil’s thoughts in the referee’s mind?

‘So you decided to forsake all the children you protect and follow your evil desires.’

＜The demon power responds.>

A demon king who grows in his heart.

The referee was definitely feeling its presence these days.

‘I do not know either.’

A Mollu angel referee who knows nothing. You don’t know what to do and you don’t know what to give up.

‘I really don’t know what to do… … .’

The younger’s voice is heard again.

“Senior, I know how to deal with that life. I’m speaking with a genuinely pure purpose, so believe me.”

“Don’t be rude.”

Softly – The referee’s voice trembled.

“I can do it myself.”

And the referee leaving the dungeon at a fast pace. Gori looked at the referee’s back and murmured.

“I’m sorry. Why didn’t the next owner of Gumyo Fortress not tell me how to deal with living?”

Shiik- Gori with a cold smile somewhere.

“It will be easy.”

He said while looking at the referee who was rushing out of the dungeon.

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live.

The aura you feel when a person wants to kill something.

In the old days, when there were no superhumans, the word ‘I felt alive’ was used the same as the word that I felt murderous. In other words, it could be interpreted to the extent that it felt like the other person was thinking of killing something.

That said, there is no such thing as a real energy of murder.

However, the life of superhumans actually existed.

The energy that lowers the surrounding temperature, suppresses the nerves of beings that feel the energy, makes them immobile, and causes the amygdala to glow, which creates fear and anxiety.

And when that energy could not be relieved, there was actually a terrifying energy that would freeze the heart.

‘If the heart actually freezes like that, it becomes a killing monster that is eaten alive.’

The referee continued to read the book and went down.

‘It is said that an existence that has turned into a murderous monster is said to have fallen into a slump.’

And finally the last paragraph.

The referee had no choice but to close the book immediately after reading the paragraph.

‘There is no way to save a being that has fallen into coin trouble. It only cuts down those who approached to save it, and burns those who tried to melt its heart. The only salvation for them is to kill them.’

This was the referee’s future.

A murderous monster with a frozen heart.

To be more precise, it would be called a murder angel.

“Am I so corrupted?”

The referee put down the book with trembling hands.

I wanted to help.

I thought it would be nice if someone could show me the way.

what the hell do i do

I just wanted you to tell me which one is the correct answer.

‘Senior, I know how to deal with that life. I’m speaking with a real pure purpose, so believe me.’

At that moment, the image of a junior that comes to mind.

The junior who looked like an idiot somewhere, but with a lot of afterimages around his face, gave off an atmosphere that could never be ignored.

Obviously, the name was Gori.

“help… … .”

I do not believe in the word pure purpose. But he believed only as much as he knew how to make a living.

‘The life of an angel is terrifying. It’s more dangerous than any other living thing.’

The Demon King proved it.

Because the life of the Demon King was enough to literally freeze the heart of a superman and turn him into a demon.

Perhaps the referee, who is of the same kind, has such a life.

‘Still, I just flinched and nothing happened.’

Since he was a boy who only flinched at the life of a murder angel, he must have experienced many types of living.

“ha.”

Barely leading the reluctant steps, the referee headed to the first-year dormitory.