An Angel Lives in the Academy - An Angel Lives in the Academy chapter 195

Episode 195: An Angel Taking a Observation Lesson (18)

There is truth in silence.

The referee had no choice but to admit that.

The place where the demon king disappeared was so quiet. A place where infinite light flows like waves and disappears somewhere you don’t recognize.

In the first place, there was no wave worthy of being called sound.

So the silence continued.

In the face of a crisis, the adrenaline that forced the referee to arouse decreases, and the harsh reality wiggles his tail and sits next to the referee.

So, in silence, the referee thought about what the Demon Lord had said.

‘There is nothing wrong with that.’

There really wasn’t anything wrong with it.

The boy had no choice but to admit it frankly.

Humanity is still young, and therefore should not be judged, the referee said. It’s too much to ask a child for a crime.

But really.

Do you believe what he said?

“no… … .”

The referee didn’t believe it.

that the future will be a little brighter.

That people wouldn’t hurt each other.

and.

The referee did not believe that the crying child in the dark would not appear.

The silence continued like that, and the boy’s eyes began to close gradually.

‘It would be dangerous to sleep now… … .’

The cruel life, the darkness in my heart, even my own sorrow and sorrow… As the Demon King said, nothing was resolved.

‘Now, if you fall asleep, it’s really dangerous… … .’

Despite such concerns, the referee slowly collapsed, slumping down like a doll with boiled threads.

What kind of dream would you have if you fell asleep right now? Could it happen again? A lot of thoughts tried to lift the referee’s eyelids, but… … .

Eventually, the referee fell asleep.

* * *

“Light, light… … .”

“Is it the devil’s work? No, I don’t think it makes any sense for the Demon King to use light.”

Two girls who lost their sight in the sudden burst of light.

Unlike Soya, who panics when her vision disappears, Hong-wol grabs Soya’s back without hesitation and falls.

“Eyes, I can’t see eyes.”

“calm down. It is a temporary phenomenon.”

Then, as if proving that he is a pro in combat, he protects Soya’s front and uses all of his six senses to begin to be wary of what will happen in the future.

‘I can’t feel the Demon Lord and I can’t feel the referee either. Barrier? space movement? But why, why are you so nervous?’

Gulp – Hongwol swallowing dry saliva.

Why, why are you so nervous?

Even in front of the Demon King, he wasn’t so nervous.

He had never been so afraid when he was being slaughtered in this world.

‘Dangerous. All my senses are telling me it’s too dangerous right now.’

What the hell is going on?

It hits the head painfully as if the sixth sense were real.

A feeling that something irreversible is about to happen.

At that moment, Hong-wol’s ears perked up.

‘The sound of someone crying.’

The old classroom of the academy, where no one can enter. There would be only Soya and herself in this place.

‘I can hear someone crying.’

* * *

‘No one but the referee can touch Ein Thorpe. It is a power because no one can imitate it, and it is a dramatic technique because no one can reach it. Never, never.’

The fallen angel who dwelt in darkness thought.

The angel, called the Demon King, looked at the city of humans with eyes full of hatred.

‘Even if you’re a hero, you’ll never be able to reach Ein Sof. That is why the referee sleeps alone and alone, tired of crying like that, giving way to his own life and darkness.’

It was visible in the eyes of the Demon King.

The moment when the city of humans is engulfed in darkness, the human army disappearing according to the judgment of a young angel, insulting the light until just before death, and the pigs begging the light for mercy only at the last moment.

“Whoops.”

And after all that.

A child who is weary of crying will be held in her arms.

“I wish that day would come sooner.”

A demon king who stretches out his hands toward the front as if possessed by something.

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The two arms that had been wandering in the air sadly ended up wrapping their arms around him.

“Please, come quickly… … .”

* * *

There was such a story.

A story about a child who falls asleep from crying and struggles in a nightmare. The child was lying alone in a dark world, unable to find any warmth, and curled up lonely.

The thick darkness dyed the child’s hair black again, and the sadness and pain in his heart… Yes, I heard that Han painted the boy’s eyes red.

So the child forgets his friends too.

You lose even who you are.

He only got sleepwalking and got up again.

It is said that the child fell asleep like that while having a nightmare that he had become a demon king, and a dream too sad to be exhilarating.

In this way, the world lost the angel and got a demon king who was tired of crying and can no longer cry.

But isn’t this story so sad?

If so, how about tweaking the story a bit?

Some will say that only the supreme creator can fix a story, others will say:

A warrior can change the world.

“Uh, uh… That light.”

“What is that light?”

“… That light is definitely the light of karma. Magical power, divine power, physical power, main force… It was a different kind of power.”

Soya, who rubbed her eyes, unraveled a TMI-like magical explanation as always.

“Then the light must be one of the referee’s abilities. Perhaps it’s the ability to summon the Demon King and himself to a space full of white karma.”

Hong-Wol uses his sixth sense and long battle experience to make decisions.

“How are you sure about that?”

Soya frowned as if in doubt.

However, Hong-wol ignored Soya and continued to prick her ears.

As if looking for something.

As if chasing a sound.

Isn’t he constantly pricking his ears with such a serious expression?

Soya, who was about to whimper at such a serious look, quietly stopped breathing with a ‘buff’. How much silence had passed?

Hong-wol’s white fingers point to the empty space.

“Soya, break through here.”

Basically, ‘What? Why?’ I would have asked right away.

Perhaps, explaining the rigidity of this classroom, he would have said it was impossible, and he would have said that he could only copy the karma of darkness, so he could not do anything about karma of light.

But Soya didn’t say anything.

Soya simply nodded, spread her hands, and recited a few incantations. It was not a human language, but it was a spell that even a child who had not spoken yet could understand.

It was earnestness.

it was longing

So it was a prayer.

Because the child was crying alone in the dark, Soya, who copied the darkness, was able to reach it, and it must have been a coincidence that the demon king was reverse-summoned and left a trace.

Miracles are always born between prayer and chance.

The demon king’s guess was not wrong.

Except for the referee, no one could reach the infinite light, Ain Thorpe. Even if there were angels other than the referee in this world, only the referee could reach Ain Thorpe.

But just because I couldn’t reach Ein Sof didn’t mean I couldn’t reach the referee.

If I could hear the referee’s cry through the string of ties.

If you can reach the referee’s darkness with a line called Judea.

I didn’t know if I would be able to reach things I could never reach.

“Boy, boy!”

“what? I found it?”

The girls’ hands grab the boy’s shoulders. He pulls the boy outside with a gentle but strong hand.

“This cheeky angel! Come out quickly!”

“right. You stupid idiot referee! Come out!”

The two girls’ hands reached the referee like that.

The warm warmth radiating from his hand makes the boy’s white cheeks red.

“Hey, guys. me.”

The boy who was dragged out was crying.

With his head down, he couldn’t look at the girls as if he was too shy.

“I am corrupted and eaten to live.”

“What are you talking about. The Demon King is gone.”

At that moment, the appearance of the referee caught my eye.

The referee’s blonde hair, which was like the warm morning sunlight, was dark gray, and the referee’s eyes, shining like a pure emerald, were dyed red like an ominous ruby.

‘The color of the Demon King continues to change… … !’

A voice that sounds like something is suffocating.

But somewhere a voice is hiding a cry.

The referee looked at the girls with that voice and said.

“Before I go crazy with life and darkness, end me… … .”

“Tell me there!”

Soya hugging the referee tightly as if he never wanted to miss him.

Soya threw away her wizard’s hat and shouted in a loud voice as if she didn’t want to hear it.

“Are you the second bottle? Kwok, have you been eaten by life? Whoops, it has been engulfed in darkness, only a warlock like me can say the same thing!”

Soya hugged the referee, who was changing colors as she burst into tears.

“And, and it doesn’t matter if you fall. I’ll be friendly with you.”

And at that moment, something soft tightly wrapped around the referee’s back.

“I will never forgive you for trying to tame me and leave without taking responsibility.”

The girl with pink hair, Hong-wol’s voice was deeply immersed.

“Wol, Wol-ah… … .”

“If you pick up a cat, you are responsible until the end… … !”

So the children cried.

As if the world was falling apart while hugging each other.

After so many tears, the children eventually fell asleep.

However, the children still hugged each other tightly.

One day the Demon King was summoned.

The referee fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

* * *

One day the Demon King was summoned,

In the Central Superman Academy, parent observation classes were in progress for a long time.

The guild heads and executives of each guild, as well as those in power from the superheroes filled their seats, and the professors greeted them with their own courtesy.

Even the martial arts class was like this.

Rusa looked at the children’s postures with a serious expression while erasing their annoyances.

And someone starts whispering quietly.

“Hey, we can’t find the referee.”

“Hey, can’t you recognize it even though it’s your son?”

The man replies with anger at the muttering full of ridicule.

“He is not my son. It’s just… It was just a mistake.”

“Yes, I will.”

“And I hired you to fix that mistake, doorman.”

“Yes, yes, it was. If you find out that you have an illegitimate child, your inheritance ranking may be at stake. Your inheritance rank is so high because of him and your wife, right?”

“Hey, be quiet… … !”

Pajijik- The sudden sound of static electricity forced the two men to stop their conversation.

“Black lightning. You’re more sophisticated than Ma-ryong-san.”

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

A girl stood at the center of the static electricity.

The girl who didn’t even try to hide her huge horns. A girl who looks at the world with an expressionless expression without even thinking of tying up her black hair that is fluttering behind her.

The girl’s name was Yumari.

“Professor Lusa.”

It was a cold voice.

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No, it wasn’t just a cold voice, it was a voice full of life.

Even Rusa, the guardian of the World Tree, was nervous.

“… what?”

“Can you fight me?”