Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death - Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death chapter 82

The gap in the doorknob of the warehouse was large.

Standing in front of the door, Pilbo held his wooden sword aside. Then, he inserted a wooden sword through the gap between the two handles where he put his fingers.

It was instead of a bolt.

Pilbo shook the warehouse door as hard as he could. The bond seemed solid. Confirming that the door would not open, he leaned against the closed warehouse door. In the distance, at the end of the playground, I could see corpses on display and people with their heads down.

Pilbo thought of the circus leader.

Half a day after leaving Frantimo.

An old man who fought with himself even after drinking poisoned soup.

His name was Grinchoff.

‘That guy was a wizard.’

The leader he remembers is from a savage. For Pilbo, who had experienced numerous battles in the gladiator arena, he had many sword fights with savage slaves. However, it was the first confrontation with a barbarian wizard.

There is a saying he has heard many times.

‘When fighting a wizard, don’t have prejudice.’

That was the right advice.

He, the only one of the members who did not collapse even after swallowing poison, noticed Pilbo’s mission as soon as he felt something was wrong with his body.

‘Pilbo. Did you come to make sure we’re all done?’

‘no. I’m here to pick you up.’

After that, Grinchov, who was cool and coughed up blood, revealed himself as a wizard with his actions. He had ‘sewn’ his body with the mysterious power he had walked through.

I can’t express it otherwise. The guy endlessly plucked the thread from the tip of his index finger, then threaded and wound the thread all over his body. Just like mending a broken stuffed toy.

And Philbo had to fight such a Grinchoff. Hand swords and kicks that go beyond flexibility and extend with strange movements.

His movement was essentially different from that of the average person. He didn’t seem to be moving through muscle and bone. His limbs would bend in strange directions, as if moving through threads coiled around him.

Even armed, Pilbo struggled to counter Greenchoff’s bizarre moves.

‘If I hadn’t used poison, would I have been able to deal with it?’

Poisoning was the order of the jackal.

After the performance, poison the entire circus troupe.

Thanks to this, Pilbo had to fight him with the scabbard on his sword. If you leave a sword scar, it will be difficult to decorate like ‘poisoning’.

And Pilbo couldn’t catch him with swordsmanship until the end. During the confrontation with Pilbo, the leader self-destructed when the poison rose to his face.

Pilbo looked back toward the parade ground for a moment. People in the playground were still in silence.

It was a long silence.

He wondered what meaning there was in this long silence dedicated to those who had already died. Some of the children would quietly raise their heads to look around, then lower their heads again. And Philbo had no intention of joining in the silence.

Pilbo said towards the closed warehouse door.

“already. no need to answer just listen.”

Miri didn’t even move as if she had no intention of answering in the first place. Seeing her like that, Yohan let out a small sigh and brought his ear toward the door, focusing on his hearing.

“There is an order from the young master.”

“Here, the young master is not alone.”

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Not Miri, but someone else’s voice.

However, Pilbo was not surprised by this and continued to speak calmly.

“Jackal.”

“Ahh. You must be from the Frodo family.”

Yohan quickly looked for tools to use instead of traps. Small nails were visible, but they seemed meaningless. Pilbo was wearing hard boots. Even if you put a nail on it, it wouldn’t be able to pierce the shoes with iron heels, let alone pierce them.

I saw a few wooden sticks for vines, but it was too much to use as a trap.

“Okay, what order was it?”

“After the death of the circus troupe is revealed, complete the death.”

Miri’s eyes lit up in a flash. Now, there was only one circus performer left.

“After the kids go back to campus, I’ll let them choose a place to die. If you don’t like that-“

Philbo took a breath and said.

“Where did you and your captain meet in case of an emergency, French?”

Miri flinched.

‘The captain, didn’t he die?’

The sea, which had even checked the leader’s corpse earlier. Although it doesn’t make any logical sense, it was Miri’s earnest wish that made her fall for Pilbo’s lies.

I hope the leader is still alive.

Miri started to stare at the door, and Yohan wanted to talk first. In order to make a cool judgment, he had to calm down his anger.

“Heaven, is heaven possible?”

“What?”

“Choose a place to die.”

“… It is not you who dies, but a girl named Miri. Look at yourself to see if you have accumulated enough good deeds to go to heaven after you die.”

“ah. that can’t be Then let me choose the time to die. About 100 years later, please.”

“I can’t even pick a time.”

“Then the form of death is the fortune teller.”

“It’s a lot of useless words. That bitch will have her head broken.”

‘A 100-year-old old woman’s fortune teller is unreasonable.’ John, expecting a joke like this, sighed.

This bastard doesn’t know humor.

Yohan had to make up his mind to make a forced breakthrough.

‘Stand still, you wooden and stone-like fellow.’

Johan took out the [Arms of Justice] from his inventory. and retreated to the end of the wall. The plan was simple.

‘I’ll knock that man down with the door, then run away.’

Tadada dat-!

John ran quickly down the diagonal street. The 1 agility obtained by clearing [Forbidden Book, Escomin] was supposed to allow Yohan to move more swiftly.

The only downside is that the space is too small. Johann had to ram the door with his shoulder, not gaining enough speed.

bang!

The crash was loud, but John fell in the opposite direction than expected.

“Kak-!”

It wasn’t the door that was thrown out, it was John. It was an effortless attempt. The door was locked to the point where it wouldn’t budge.

“What did you just do?”

“… I’m afraid you’ll get a sore back. Was it cool?”

“Don’t be silly, stay calm. Unless you want Miri’s public execution.”

“A public execution?”

“What the boy ordered was a public execution in front of the children.”

John could see right away.

‘That’s a lie.’

Saying that they will be executed publicly and saying that they will choose a place to die are contradictory to each other. If one of them is a lie, the former is more likely to be a lie. All the students who will be watching the public execution are now on the playground. Therefore, even if Miri is dragged along like this, she can be ‘publicly executed’.

John decided not to ask first. His interest was to save Miri first.

“Hey, it looks like you’ve made a mistake. Miri did not join the rebellion-”

“Don’t bullshit! Who won’t join?!”

The last words were those of Miri. Her fighting spirit seemed to revive in the hope that the leader had not died. Miri said with burning eyes.

“Pilbo. You came to the right place. me! Miri Inheritor inherits Grinchoff’s will! Whether you kill it or tear it to death, do it if you can!”

John said as if chewing and spitting out his hair.

“He was a paragon of rebels, really… Do as you like, you girl!”

John slammed the flower pot he was holding onto the floor. The broken flower pot exploded into fragments.

Miri’s voice came from the darkness.

“San. Why did you want to tell me that story?”

“A story like that?”

“The story of a world with glowing squares. And the story of a world where there is a box to ride instead of a horse… .”

“Why, did you feel or think of anything?”

“I thought it was too long a story for just wanting to flirt with one girl. Isn’t there another reason?”

Of course, John had a reason.

Rebirth.

And the world I had to face anew.

I remember the alienation I felt growing up here. To put it bluntly, I felt like an uninvited guest.

The feeling of being abandoned somewhere in the wrong era and world. The feeling that everyone experiences at least once in their lives came more dramatically to John.

Miri glared in John’s direction and spoke again.

“Hey, Bocchan. Is this a question serious enough to ponder for so long? Or did you get annoyed at me asking questions while squeaks and squeaking about a vulgar subject?”

John smiled bitterly and shook his head.

‘Come to think of it, I’ve been talking nonsense since when.’

And belatedly, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to see myself. No light reached the corner of the warehouse where John was sitting.

John said like a complaint.

“I also wanted to go to the French Alps.”

Miri did not know the place John had mentioned.

“what… S? Lens?”

“It’s the time between dogs and wolves, you know?”

Every word this aristocratic man uttered was strange. She didn’t know why the animal story was suddenly appearing. John also did not know why he brought up the story of the past world.

In the dark-adapted eyes, Miri’s face was faintly reflected. Same face as Miri.

Even if they have similar names…

She is

miri go

It wasn’t.

John decided to sort out his feelings for the girl.

“Live, just.”

“I lost everything, but with what?”

Miri didn’t answer.

“Is the thread-like thing wrapped around your hand a sign of comrades?”

Miri was a little surprised by the sharp eye of a boy her age.

“This may sound rude, but… They probably didn’t wind it up so that they would die together.”

“Hey, fuck, what do you know-”

Dudududududuuk.

The sound of warm footsteps was heard. John put his eyes on the crack in the door and watched the situation. It seemed that the people who had gathered near the entrance of the school were going back to their rooms.

Miri said while sweeping the thread wrapped around her wrist.

“Still, thanks, I remembered something to ask.”

“What.”

There was anger in Miri’s voice that continued.

“At least I need to know how Grinchoff died.”

“… It seems you don’t want to ask me. I don’t even know who he is… Seeing that he was dead, he must be one of the people on display right now.”

“okay.”

Baka-!

Miri kicked her cast-covered foot against the stone wall of the warehouse. Then, he picked up a large-looking piece of plaster and began grinding it on the floor.

support position- support position- support position-

John watched the scene quietly and said.

“what are you doing?”

“Make a weapon. Because there is no such thing as a knife right now.”

John was able to know the life the Inheritor had chosen in advance.

“You’re going to get revenge.”

Instead of answering, Miri silently sharpened the tip of the plaster.

John choked before the choice of that 18-year-old girl.

“already.”

“why.”

“You still have many days to live.”

Miri snorted at John’s tone. Both you and your partner were only 18 years old.

“Do all youngsters have to be so arrogant?”

“… It’s just my character.”

The sound of children’s footsteps outside the warehouse gradually faded away.

“Revenge or whatever you do, please, think of it coldly.”

“Thanks to you, my heart is organized, young boy.”

The plaster that Miri had been grinding eventually became something resembling a sharp piece of glass. She whipped out the improvised weapon and stood up. And when the footsteps completely disappeared, the door opened with a rattling sound.

Philbo said calmly.

“Go ahead and go back to the left side of the building.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“Do you want to die here?”

I couldn’t help it. Being confined inside an enclosed space and fighting those who block the door to that space is at a disadvantage. Yohan and Miri walked out of the warehouse and headed to the left side of the building. If he noticed anything suspicious, Pilbo behind him would brandish a wooden sword.

There was a momentary temptation to Miri, ‘Should I scream?’

But aside from whether there was someone to help him, it didn’t seem like that help would come faster than Pilbo’s sword behind his back.

Didn’t even move long.

Pilbo’s footsteps, which had been following him with a clattering sound, stopped first.

“done. here.”

John and Miri stopped. It was the corner of the academy, in the west side of the wall. In Korea in the 21st century, it is likely that there will be at least one kid secretly smoking. Normally, guards were stationed around the walls to prevent deserters, but this was not the case.

Perhaps the jackal paid a bribe.

After scanning the top of the castle wall, Pilbo looked around again.

The dean’s consideration is contained in the neatly arranged flower beds and the trees that cast shadows that do not suit the barracks.

Pilbo looked at each of the trees and said,

“Take a good look, in advance. Because this is where you will die.”