Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death - Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death chapter 75

Bastia smiled lightly.

“The head of the school is called the dean, not the head.”

“Anyway.”

“Is there a need to report to the dean my hobby of putting plaster on my feet?”

Miri rubbed her chest. However, Bastia did not forget the warning she gave to this daring but young girl.

“I am also a former gladiator slave. So, I know the truth.”

It was a sudden change of topic, but what was more surprising was the following words.

“Your name, you said in advance. Whatever the method, the rebellion will fail.”

Miri kept her mouth shut. Then, Bastia looked at the wooden sword she was holding like a staff.

Miri turned around for once.

“By the way, did you really say that back then?”

“When what?”

“That, you won last spring… First 100 people on a first-come, first-served basis.”

“yes. I can’t think of anything fancy.”

However, Bastia did not fall into reminiscence as Miri expected.

“Did you intend to beat the jackal to death?”

Turning the horse seemed to be a failure.

“It can’t be… . I just-”

She decided to mix the facts with the lies.

“-I wanted to know when the young master is leaving.”

“Why?”

“Because when the young master leaves, I will leave too… . I am comfortable here.”

Bastia looked at Miri’s plaster-covered ankle and said,

“To lie in a hospital bed all day?”

“no.”

“sure?”

“My feet are a bit tight, but… Here, you don’t have to tie a rope every morning, and you don’t have to practice for a performance.”

Bastia nodded slowly before speaking.

“Why not ask the idiot directly?”

“Pilbo is guarding the infirmary where the young master is. They said no one would let them in.”

“Who is Philbo?”

“The escort warrior of the Frodo family.”

“Aha. His name was Philbo. I have business with him.”

“Pilbo… do you know?”

“Now you will find out.”

As Bastia walked away, Miri followed. Bastia entered the hallway and said.

“That person must be Phil.”

“Well?”

Philbo responded to his name. After examining the opponent’s armed status, Bastia said as if she was dumbfounded.

“It’s really as John said… . An iron sword in leather armor… . I don’t know, but you can’t walk around armed in the hospital.”

“I never take off my armor.”

“Well… , no wonder. It looks like it won’t wash too badly.”

Pilbo looked at Bastia expressionlessly and said.

“I heard you were a teacher at the academy, so it was real.”

“Reversal is the beauty of life.”

Bastia walked towards Pilbo. Pilbo said, wary of the approaching Bastia.

“I know you.”

“I don’t know. Where did you meet?”

Philbo was not disappointed. Looking back, he was a poor gladiator.

“… I fought against you in the gladiator arena.”

“Ah, that’s the guy who surrendered then.”

“… Do you remember?”

“How many people have I killed, how do I remember them all? I’ve never lost a match, so you must have lost, and since you’re still alive, you must have begged for my life.”

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Neither did Pilbo, who was not happy with the reunion.

“… Anyway, I can’t take off my sword and armor. Take it off if you don’t like it.”

“Ah, men don’t want to undress.”

Bastia’s steps did not stop. Pilbo held out his palm to Bastia.

“If you come closer, I will think of fighting.”

“Wrong.”

po-

Bastia removed Pilbo’s outstretched hand. he continued.

“If I approach you with a wooden sword, I’m not saying you’re going to fight, you’re going to defeat me.”

Serureung-

Pilbo’s arm, which bounced off, drew a knife. Eventually, he glared at Bastia and said.

“I am not the me at that time.”

“I don’t remember whether you were at that time or not?”

Pilbo’s posture lowered and twisted. It was a posture that exposed the side of the body, holding out the gauntlet attached to the left arm at an angle. At the same time, the iron sword he drew with his right hand was draped under the thigh of his right foot, probably to cover the initial movement.

Bastia thought.

‘That’s not a bad posture.’

At the same time, Bastia was able to pick three good places to hit in that position. Bastia pondered for a moment which of them to hit.

“Warned. I am not the me at the time.”

“Then, where should I check?”

Bastia twirled her wooden sword. As a warrior with pride, Pilbo could not back down from this type of dispute.

“The Gladiator of Spring.”

“why.”

“You said you beat a gladiator to be a bitch?”

The duel may change depending on the emotional state. Philbo said in a nerve-wracking tone.

“Are you trying to be a teacher to choose among the kids now?”

Bastia made a decision.

I’m going to hit all three places.

He grabbed the wooden sword with both hands. And then, the door to the infirmary opened.

“Return the knife, just.”

A patient appeared with a plaster cast on his shoulder.

It was a jackal.

The jackal was wearing a shoulder cast.

As if he hadn’t slept well, he spoke to Pilbo with half-closed eyelids.

“Don’t make a fuss about it.”

“It is difficult to protect the young master without armor.”

“From whom?”

“I don’t know.”

The jackal was about to say, ‘Raising enemies is more difficult.’ He looked at Bastia and said.

“I understand the iron sword, but is the armor against the rules too?”

Bastia was a little surprised at the unexpected remark that came out of the jackal’s mouth.

I know… .

Was there a rule not to wear armor in hospitals?

Bastia did not remember well. Few people bother to wear armor on campus. Armor is more cumbersome equipment than you might think.

The jackal observed Bastia’s expression and added.

“If it’s not a violation of the rules, it seems like an unnecessary point.”

“Well… , I honestly don’t remember well… What if there is such a rule?”

“I’d argue that it’s not armor, but a servant outfit provided by our family.”

“You’re definitely not right… . Then, at least return the knife.”

Jackal was satisfied.

“I see… . Philbo, give me the knife.”

“However-“

“Instead, you also ask for a pair of trees like that. Isn’t that against the rules? Do you even carry a teacher with you?”

The jackal pointed at the wooden sword Bastia was holding with his left hand. Bastia grinned as she looked at the wooden sword in her hand.

“That’s about it.”

He threw a wooden sword at Pilbo. It wasn’t a throw to get beaten to death. Pilbo grabbed the flying wooden sword and finally put his sword in the scabbard and handed it to the jackal.

Jackal handed Pilbo’s sword to Bastia and said,

“Did you come for that matter?”

“Um, yes, but… .”

Bastia came because of Johann’s accusation. That this unarmed escort might cause an accident in the hospital.

Since the sword was collected according to the rules, her business was over for now, but Bastia glanced at Miri.

He was a very kind man to women.

“Mister, when are you going up?”

“… For now, I’m waiting for a reply from my father. I wonder if it will go up as soon as I receive it.”

‘As soon as I receive the letter.’

Miri gritted her teeth and spoke quickly.

“Bocchan, are you okay? Your shoulders don’t look too good… .”

The jackal glared at Miri for a moment. ‘What does four years have to do with it?’ It was a look. The jackal turned his back and slammed the door shut.

Bastia shrugged at Miri.

“I’m sorry.”

Miri bit her lip.

***

Ida’s hair, which had been disheveled by Haimer’s brushing, was tidied up. The eyes that had been crying excitedly were as red as a rabbit.

Ida looked into the mirror and felt sorry for the woman in the mirror. At the same time, I felt strange.

It was different from what he used to be. This outfit was not meant to look good on anyone. It was to show due courtesy. The eldest son of the great family had approached him respecting him, and he wanted to do the same.

“I will follow you, lady.”

“it’s okay.”

“Oh really, why are you so worried? You don’t even tell me why you’re crying… .”

Ida replied with a faint smile to Haimer, who had a gloomy expression. After giving Haimer a hug, she put the grade armband on her shoulder.

“Mistress, are you coming back before roll call?”

“It may be late. I told the officer on duty, so don’t wait, Haimer.”

Ida left the dormitory as it were.

In the tasteful night of the bachelor, the sound of insects resounded from time to time. Under the light of the three moons, he thought as he saw his shadow quietly walking along.

A glass of wine would be perfect.

It reminds me of the days when I drank wine without my father’s knowledge. It was a time when I was more excited about doing something behind the back of adults rather than knowing how to drink. And in those days, there were always two men by her side.

Memories are like spray rising from a lake that has swallowed stones. When you think back on your own past, you can’t help but think of their faces as well. Yohan calmly drank with his older brother, whose face was reddish from drinking. Among them, the sight of John thrilled Ida’s heart.

My eyesight shook. She said again, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“I will forget.”

Then, looking directly at John in that memory, he said,

“Really, I will finish it.”

And at that moment, the memory of John received his words.

“what?”

“… John’s brother?”

It was John.

He had a somewhat stern-looking face.

Ida, who was speechless for a moment, said while looking at John’s clothes drenched in sweat and the wooden sword in his hand.

“this time … Were you hitting the battalion?”

“no.”

“then?”

“I was waiting for you.”

Ida’s face turned red. As if he had drunk the wine of his memory. Johan calmly observed Ida and summarized his thoughts at the end.

‘Tell me the strategy for the true ending route.’

Escomin’s answer to this is ‘Jackal Frodo’.

It was difficult for Johann to accept the meaning of the hint as just ‘catch Ida Hermes like a jackal’. In that case, Escomin would have said ‘Ida Hermes’ instead of ‘Jackal Frodo’. If it didn’t, it means to look for hints in the other side of the jackal.

And John can think of one such figure. Not too long ago [the election for the head of the school year].

The moment I thought I had already captured all the aspects of the election-

Adrine gave up running, and the jackal increased the random number.

Looking back, it was truly a chilling moment. In fact, Yohan was behind him in the number of votes.

If the jackal had become the school principal, the progress of the scenario would have been ruined with the guy’s interference.

Looking at the frozen Ida, John thought of a woman. A woman who worked on development for a long time, sharing each other’s thoughts and feelings.

John had a question he hadn’t been able to answer until he came here.

‘Why does dating have a bad ending?’

The rooftop room with her.

Feelings that were weathered as we grew older and developed longer.

A mixture of gratitude to her for believing in him and following her, sorry for not being able to show the results, and frustration that the development is not over, the development that was pushed forward with only evil and gang.

John had strong doubts.

Could she really not have noticed her plot?

Maybe she, like me, didn’t reveal her plot?

Did she, too, set the premise of the flow of this game as ‘a bad ending when dating’?

“after-“

John prayed with a sigh.

Jeong Mi-ri.

I hope she wasn’t unhappy during the long time she spent with me.

In the night air, John’s breath rose a little. If you give this game the largest random number in the flow, it will be in overturning the premise thoroughly.

There is a unique route that is not in the original.

Attacking all the female characters here.

Having made up his mind, John approached Ida and said.

“I will put an end to your unrequited love.”

Ida’s eyes widened. To Ida, who was petite, the man’s approach seemed unusually large and swift.

“Hey wait a minute-”

John’s hand held her hot back. Ida thought that John’s hands were cold, that his breathing was too violent, and that he could hardly understand what John was saying.

“Yo, John Oh-”

John’s warmth flooded Ida’s lips. Ida had no choice but to close her eyes.

stab-

The sound of bugs from all directions began to grow louder in his ears. As if only he and John were left in this world.