Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death - Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death chapter 58

2:47 am.

It was still a dark time.

Yohan took a few deep breaths as he walked down the street at night. It wasn’t on the way to the dorms.

Since it came out anyway, I didn’t want to waste my time.

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Now, this afternoon, we will hold the [Grade President Election].

The election itself is already structured in a not bad way. Even though he turned the party that was prepared after the circus performance into a mess, the one who will run for the election is not himself, but Adrine.

On the other hand, Jackal fought against himself in front of everyone, and was defeated again. You could call it Operation Water Ghost. Because it shook my position and the jackal’s position at the same time.

In ‘Savior from Another World’, the male students of the academy have the habit of following the strong like children of their age. The number of people who voted for the guy who was taken to the hospital after the fight must have shrunk.

Still, there was reason for my impatience now.

It was because of an event he was not familiar with. An event that did not exist in the first place. [Meeting of Destiny].

John, passing by the small infantry commander, stretched out his hand. Heading towards the newsstand lined with newspapers published by the Academy Press Club.

The reason why there is an element called ‘Bachelor Newspaper’ in this game is simple. This is because the background of the game is an academy where military training takes place. The constraints of time and space are inevitably stronger than other games. Because there is definitely a schedule.

About 30 events per route.

It was a very labor-intensive task to recreate and compose the numerous events one by one as newspaper scripts. Nevertheless, there was a plot that he even pushed forward with the development of a newspaper script.

He wanted to show users the whole story of this game.

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Not just the aspect of the story they choose, but the story they haven’t experienced. Every time users play the game, they discover different events so that a new story can unfold.

Then there were words that flashed through John’s mind.

one day she asked

‘brother. This game, why does dating have a bad ending? What is the plan?’

do.

From a kid’s doodle to a great artist’s masterpiece. All creations contain the intentions of the creators. And this game was also a creation.

“Conspiracy… .”

Power entered the clenched fist.

“okay… , the point was the plot.”

I was sure. That was the key to unlocking this [meeting of fate].

“Before you… This game you made with me, you dare to recreate it, your plot.”

If you can figure out her intentions that permeate each event, the solution will follow as a bonus.

And the window where the progress of major events is summarized and organized is right in front of you. John opened the newspaper he had picked up.

A night too dark to read the typeface.

But the darkness was not a problem for him. It was because of the ability [sense] assigned to him.

This [sensation], which can be easily overlooked by users, is a quantification of a person’s five senses, and determines whether or not to recognize everything the character sees, hears, and touches.

He skimmed through the headlines first.

There were a total of five articles.

[Interview with the winner of the sword test, Evangeles Hermes]

[The secret to winning that man and that woman as mine]

[Consequent cases of property damage: damage to the gate of dormitory C building]

[A Gambling Contest at Pandora’s Mansion]

[A great performance, and a bad ending]

The article John was interested in was, of course, the last one. John found the page of the last article and opened it.

[It was as announced in the last issue. The Frodo family held a grand circus performance to appease the hard work of the soldiers and students. However, a problem arose at the party scheduled for after the show. A fight broke out between the organizer, Jackal Frodo, and fellow student Johann Esperts. According to what we witnessed, the cowardly Johann Esperz and Evangeles Hermes attacked the jackal first, and the jackal is now hospitalized in an ambush… .]

could be easily noticed. It wasn’t that fairness was compromised, but the article contained the breath of a jackal. This industrious aristocratic character has been influential in the newspaper club even with a broken shoulder blade.

Once in the newspaper article, ‘pre-inheritor’ was not mentioned. Remembering that some events are published after a while, Yohan turned around again.

in the direction of the auditorium.

Miri’s words that ‘no entry except for members’ were not a lie. Although there was no sign posted in front of the massive iron gate of the auditorium, a warrior with a sword slanted over his shoulder replaced the sign.

It was.

If Adrine has Hoan, Jackal has an author.

Musa said to John who was walking.

“stop. Access is currently restricted. Go back unless you have permission from the dean.”

I didn’t even know if I should be grateful that it was a character I knew.

At first glance, the weapon hanging obliquely behind her back reminded me of fangs. The difference is that the sword he is carrying is one.

A thick shoulder guard is located only on the left side, and under the shoulder guard, iron armor extends to the fingers. A man with arms that are not symmetrical.

It was Jackal’s escort warrior, Pilbo.

Johann stopped as far as he could clearly see Pilbo’s face. Then, he spoke loudly, hoping that his voice would be heard throughout the auditorium.

“Why are outsiders controlling access here? You don’t look like a soldier.”

“Because this auditorium has been rented from Frodoga.”

“I have business with someone staying here. Can you call her for a second?”

“To the member?”

“yes.”

Of course, I didn’t mean to tolerate it that way. However, Pilbo thought it might be information to tell the young master.

“who?”

“Pre-inheritor. It will take a while.”

“Who are you looking for him?”

John spoke plainly.

“yo. this. one. to. S. painting. le. Tsu.”

It was a name I had heard.

that too a while ago.

Philbo’s face contorted.

“You bastard, your liver is too big.”

His greatsword, then pulled out, cut the front of John’s face. It was a sword attack that didn’t even require [Simulation]. If he had made up his mind to cut John, he would have been killed without a moment to react.

The gap in skills was not a gap that could be avoided with [The Smell of Death].

A groaning sound was followed by an angry voice.

“dare! The bastard who made you like that walked here on his own feet?!”

Anger was on Philbo’s face. But at that moment, it was John who was enduring a greater anger.

Because the other party is blocking the meeting between Miri and himself.

“Well. I don’t know if I can tell you this.”

“What?”

“That bastard was big, but he was terrible.”

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No one is watching anyway.

In an instant, Pilbo, who gave off the [smell of death], acted according to his feelings.

bang!

Pilbo’s sword strikes in the spot where Yohan was.

quickly and accurately.

From the top of John’s head to his groin.

Then Philbo felt strange.

There is no feeling of ‘cutting’ something.

“… … ??? What!”

I didn’t wield it roughly. The ground where the great sword landed was dug up as if it had been shoveled. However, John’s body, which should be between the crevasses, is missing.

Philbo said, frowning.

“… Vision?”

Hiding behind a distant tree, John stroked his chest. If the one standing in front of him had been himself and not the illusion created by the [Goblin Illusion], his great sword would certainly have cut through his own body.

“Shit… .”

It reminded me of Mubar Trigger, whom I had met before. The bastard son of the Frodo family, who would try to kill the Jackal if necessary. It must be this escort samurai who is cutting off the murderous spirit he exudes.

It wasn’t completely impossible to defeat Pilbo if he decided to go ahead. Victory is not determined only by strength and weakness. And he is a developer who has mastered all strategies.

Johann Esperts is an archer, not a swordsman.

Just like I did with the fangs, if I snipe him from this distance now, I’ll be able to kill him with a high probability.

However, if that happened, not only would the jackal be in danger, but the event with Miri might go back to normal.

‘Still, I’ve done as much as I can.’

It was such a loud blow that the floor dented. The sound that resonated in front of the quiet auditorium must have woken up the circus performers who were sleeping in the auditorium.

Pilbo’s voice was added to it.

“Where are you, John? Stop drinking and come out!”

Because he thought he had sufficiently appealed, Yohan cautiously turned away. I hope this commotion will be the trigger for the event [Meeting of Destiny] to proceed in earnest.

John checked the time.

The first time I used [Goblin Illusion] against Sabaki, the battle time was around 10 minutes. And it happens to take just that long to walk from here to her dorm room.

After checking the time, John’s steps began to speed up. The time indicated by the clock tower was 3:15 in the morning. I had to arrive at the dormitory 25 minutes before the latest.

It was because the [Goblin Illusion]’s recoil would come again.

As the name suggests, [Dokkaebi Illusion] is a technique used by goblins. The reason she collapsed after a fight with Sabaki the other day wasn’t just because she was hit in the head by him. The qi and blood of goblins and humans are composed differently, so the cost of using the technique will definitely affect the body.

Hansoo, from the officer’s office on duty, was still pretending to be asleep. John passed through and quickly entered his room.

But unlike the wind, Yohan couldn’t have time alone.

“You are here.”

The face of a pensive wizard greeted him. in your own room.

And Yohan revealed his teeth towards her.

“Arien.”

“yes.”

“I hate it when someone pops up like this.”

“No one likes that.”

“What’s the matter? By the way, I already said that you became a full-time wizard.”

Arien knew. The disgust on his face was not staged. However, she said, earnestly praying that her sincerity would be heard.

“John.”

“Say it.”

“Perhaps… Do you know the word disease of the mind?”

“Should I know?”

“yes.”

“Why?”

Arien felt a painful texture in Yohan’s gaze as she glared at her. A gaze that no one else would know, but he did not want to receive.

But she steadfastly said what she wanted to do.

“Because it’s the disease John is suffering from right now.”

A throbbing headache came over John. It was a pain with a sense of déjà vu. The feeling I felt when I was defeated after fighting Sabaki.

But Yohan didn’t want to appear weak at that moment. If that were the case, it seemed that this character named Arien would continue to appear out of nowhere in the name of protecting herself.

“What do you see that I’m suffering from that mental illness?”

“You really think so.”

“Say it right. What do you think I am?”

Arien bit her lip. Then he didn’t answer for a while. Yohan tried to refine the phrase ‘damn bitch, my head hurts, so hurry up and go away’, but failed. Because Arien cried first.

“Huh. Huh… .”

I guess this is the third time. To see this character cry. The first time was when he saved me, and the second time was when he told me to leave. It was a well-timed cry that did not even hide his distorted face.

“hey. Either lower your voice or stop crying.”

“John, black… John is… .”

Arien was filled with sadness.

I tried to understand.

About his life in which he has to face a terrifying being like a dragon soldier as an enemy.

I wanted to protect you.

He who wants to fight against such an enemy.

An academy’s official wizard who was awarded the choice of wand.

The first thing that informed him of this fact was a declaration that he would protect and help him.

Just like he did to himself all along.

But John’s problem, which she found out today, was an illness she didn’t know what to do with. There was no possibility of misunderstanding because he read the emotions of the people contained in the sound as it is.

“Calm down and tell me. What do you mean I am?”

“Don’t you know that you are strange?”

“Then, where am I weird?”

The next moment, Arien buried her tears in John’s chest and said,

“John! You really believe that you are a god!”