I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy chapter 122

122. The Beginning of the Longest Night

The sound of a clock ticking.

It’s white noise that I normally don’t pay attention to, but today it sounded particularly loud.

Just past midnight,

Only the moonlight that sees in through the window illuminates the clock on the desk.

Lying face down on the bed in the dormitory,

Scarlett just turns her head and looks into space.

The reason she couldn’t fall asleep, tossing and turning in her old blanket, was simple.

“Ivan…”

Lingering.

It even felt like I was dreaming of her,

This happened before the clock’s hand had even turned twice.

‘Because I want to.’

The instructor still said,

It rang vividly in my ears.

As if whispering next to you.

Swoosh-

Scarlett got up and sat down on the bed.

The moonlight on the bridge seemed somehow warm.

Ivan Kherson.

She met him, doubted him, recognized her skills, and even though they were sometimes hostile, they saved each other.

And, we finally reached it.

I grabbed the answer I really wanted to hear.

‘That’s right.’

When Scarlett is engulfed in fire and dying,

The child who willingly stretched out his hands.

Even though she is similar to her younger age,

A child who walked into hell on his own feet.

That was Ivan.

“…”

Scarlet blushed her cheeks,

The reason wasn’t just the overwhelming sense of elation.

I was embarrassed.

A nobility that is difficult to make eye contact with. It was an emotion that a grimy human being standing in front of and being compared to would feel.

Myself and the instructor.

Because the childhoods of those two people were strangely similar.

A prosperous family and a guaranteed future.

If you don’t resist, you can live comfortably for the rest of your life.

However, Ivan resisted head on.

After overturning everything he could have held, he dedicated himself to saving a life that may have nothing to do with him.

Because…

‘Because it had to be that way.’

Because that is the ‘right thing to do.’

He made that decision, and without a moment of hesitation, he jumped into the fire, risking his life as collateral.

And, the price.

‘That’s why…It happened like this?’

It was terrible.

She suffered alone the misfortune that should have befallen Scarlett, and she ended up living her life prematurely.

And, even though he knew it.

Without any resentment, Scarlett was reunited again.

And now Scarlett too.

It was my turn to repay the devotion I had received so much.

Because my life was saved by him.

‘I will live for you.’

He doesn’t live long.

The instructor himself knows that fact.

Nevertheless, he tries to save.

This world.

Scarlett living in that world.

That’s when I realized.

That I am madly in love with him.

Scarlett pledged again.

It was a sentence I had already sworn to once, but I repeated it to myself again and strengthened my resolve.

“No matter what happens…”

I will save it.

The future he hopes for.

Perhaps even if Ivan himself is not with us beyond the end.

Even if they create a fairy tale-like ending where everyone becomes happy, even if only he gets to enjoy it.

That was also his choice,

She decided to be respectful.

Dedication.

Everything Ivan poured into Scarlett,

Now it was time to give back.

Scarlett made that promise.

Now I was ready to accept slightly different feelings.

Understand!

The solemn appearance before was also part of her comfort, but the blanket rising into the sky was also an honest feeling.

“Key, key, kiss…”

She looked at the noble ladies and young masters she usually looked upon with pathetic eyes. The books they read and the stories they chattered about endlessly.

I didn’t see it to see it,

Even though I didn’t listen to it.

Just two hours ago, the rooftop of Dalianjang.

Scarlett and Ivan sat there.

They were just like the main characters in those books and stories. I couldn’t help but feel that way.

“Calm down, calm down…”

Scarlett repeats to herself.

Anyway, it’s a kiss.

Our lips just touched each other.

It is nothing more than an act of actively checking each other’s feelings.

To put it bluntly, it is luxury.

The instructor, who was terminally ill, and the woman, who was a revenger, made a pledge to rely on each other for the future.

An act that is like a proof,

Accepting it as skinship between the opposite s*x.

It is absurd. It’s just empty-headed girls and such fragmentary actions that make them squeal.

That’s right.

That’s right…

“No… It won’t work!”

Scarlett jumped up.

Not satisfied with the moonlight sitting on my legs, I wanted to be more active in cooling down my already flushed cheeks.

I wore a coat,

I opened the window slightly.

Whisk!

The almost inaudible sound of the wind.

Now, for Scarlett, it was as if there were no curfew regulations.

It was a female instructor who kept her position with her eyes open, but she was unable to catch Scarlett’s movements.

Just like that, she came out onto the streets.

By moving her legs and walking, she started to let go of her random thoughts.

That was my intention.

“…”

“…Ah.”

The most awkward meeting in the world.

She might have had similar thoughts, until she ran into her instructor.

“What do you do when you’re not sleeping?”

“…Well, just. “Walking.”

“Now?”

Despite saying that,

It wasn’t a pushy atmosphere.

Rather, it was an instructor who matched her pace and walked with her.

Scarlett became even more distraught,

I couldn’t bear to hate her.

So, they started walking.

Without even deciding on a destination.

—

The memorial service has ended.

All students also returned to their dormitories.

And me too,

I was left alone in the empty temple.

Chic-

I lit the candle.

This makes six.

“…”

When I looked back, I saw the statue of Arka, letting in soft light in all directions.

I approached there slowly,

She knelt down in front of him.

Put your hands together,

I closed my eyes.

“I confess.”

In principle, a saint,

There is no such thing as confession.

Because I am a saint.

Because I am Arca’s agent.

You should be able to think of him just by his presence,

Therefore, it must be flawless.

Above all, it must be pure.

So, I am.

“I, I…”

I am a sinner who lowered his head.

“Why did this happen…?”

I truly respected the instructor.

I followed my senior disciples with all my heart.

One day, sitting around a temple,

I also had a dream that I wanted to have refreshments after saying a quick prayer with people who were like my benefactors.

I thought so, but

I guess you didn’t think so.

Rooftop of Dalianjang.

When I saw a man and a woman kissing each other under the beautiful sight of fireworks exploding.

My hands were shaking so much that I missed the ring,

I was caught up in negative emotions.

“I was… Angry.”

Because I cannot tell a lie even before Him,

I confessed calmly.

“To Scarlett, who was sitting there.”

To the girl who smiled while her eyes were wet.

Instead of bowing her head in prayer, she harbored feelings she shouldn’t have.

“To the instructor who kissed her.”

Two men and women sharing their hearts.

The moment that deserves to be blessed,

A strong urge to separate.

No, no.

Not only does it divide…

“I resented it.”

I thought it would be nice if it were me.

She wanted to have her her benevolent eyes her her her all her to herself.

And, at that moment.

I just realized.

“I was not a saint.”

Just one woman.

She was a madwoman who was so obsessed with the delusion that the person she longed for was taken away right before her eyes her, and she couldn’t even control her own hands her her her her.

Now that I have recognized my ugly self,

How should I live now?

“I seek… An answer.”

Bow down so that your forehead touches the floor,

Her body curled up.

Black saint’s clothes.

He won’t want to see my tears, which are as corrupt as their dark color.

But, above all, what is unforgivable.

“Instructor, sir.”

Even in this situation,

I was unable to think solely of Him.

If you don’t know something, please answer.

When something fun happens, I want to talk about it and I can’t control my legs,

Even if something sad happens, I don’t get depressed.

Until I came here,

That person was Arka.

But, now…

‘Miss Paula, do you have any concerns?’

That friendly voice,

I just want to hear it one more time.

Only now did I face it.

The crossroads that I had put off and put off, no longer waits, but he stands in front of me and urges me.

“I…”

Can I still remain a saint?

Or, have we crossed an irreversible line?

At that time, I heard it.

The kind voice I longed for so much.

“You’re crying.”

I raised my head.

When I turned my head back, there were only burning candles lined up there.

“Auditory hallucinations…?”

It wasn’t Arca’s voice.

Has my insides become so distorted that I hear the sound of the wind strangely?

But, I hear it again.

“Well, maybe it’s an auditory hallucination?”

A voice stuck in my head.

I answered unconsciously.

“Instructor?”

The instructor has arrived.

The instructor who always stood by my side when I was crying alone and when I faced something difficult to handle.

You are here again this time.

“Instructor, instructor!”

I got up and started looking for him.

Just once.

Just once, if you hug me to the point where my body is crushed.

I felt like I could smile brightly.

I felt like I could go back to being a saint.

However, the person who soon appeared.

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Squeak-

A back door you never even thought about.

The person who opened the door and appeared.

“I feel a little sad. I wonder if it was such a similar voice.”

It wasn’t the instructor.

But, I laughed.

Not a guest in the night.

Visitors to the temple…

As much as the candle that gently illuminates you,

Because he is someone who knows how to smile warmly.

“…Master.”

A priest’s uniform as white as a priest’s uniform.

What it symbolizes is purity.

I ran to greet the first snow, like a child falling on the ground covered with cotton.

“Oh my, tears are falling.”

“Uh… Wait a minute!”

After gently erasing the tear stains with my sleeve,

He smiled the brightest smile.

My insides were swirling like crazy,

I felt like it was becoming quiet, like a lie.

Yes, as always.

“The saint of the church meets the church leader!”