I Want To Save the Academy Time-Limited Madman - I Want To Save the Academy Time-Limited Madman chapter 127

127 – 9.5-Afterstory Trezia, the sound of this man’s heart beating.

Despite using all sorts of rare materials and concocting a potion, it ultimately failed.

The supreme medicine that could break the ‘Curse of the Setting Sun’ was not created. The 13th Floor’s master, Behimos, who had absorbed it, was growing stronger by the day.

Even if I took this medicine, it would only temporarily improve my condition. The lost divine power was also impossible to recover due to the Setting Sun’s interference.

I hesitated for a moment, looking at the failed medicine.

What could I do with this medicine now?

How could I make the most of it?

“Ah.”

It didn’t take long for me to realize what I had to do. At the same time, I thought.

This medicine would become the most perfect failure.

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“So, what’s your first impression of hearing my voice? I don’t think it’s bad personally.”

I teasingly spoke to the frozen nun, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

“…”

Despite that, Trezia couldn’t say a word, just staring at me with a vacant expression.

“…”

Did my voice really sound that bad? She avoided my gaze, bowing her head.

“Well, I’ll leave now.”

I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck, about to turn around. There was still a lot I had to show her.

As I turned my body, the nun grabbed my arm. She spoke with a trembling voice.

“This medicine, you could’ve sold it for a ridiculously high price.”

Her tone wasn’t joyful, nor was it angry.

It was a purely curious voice, asking me why I gave her such an expensive medicine.

I barely held back a smile. It was a question worthy of a nun who valued money, but not a question worthy of Trezia.

I replied calmly.

“That’s right.”

“It’s not ‘that’s right.’ Why did you give me this medicine?”

The nun continued to ask me with genuine curiosity.

“Is the reason really that important?”

“It’s crucial. I’m the person who thinks money is the most important thing in this world. If I were you, I wouldn’t have wasted that expensive medicine like this. I would have sold it or saved it for living expenses.”

My response seemed to have no effect, and her words began to accelerate.

“I just can’t understand. Why are you investing that much in someone like me?”

“Investing…”

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As if she wanted to hear the reason, the nun grasped my arm tightly and urged me on.

“Thinking back, it’s been like that from the start. You didn’t even know me properly, but you suddenly offered me money, helped me without reason, and even now…”

Her emotions seemed to be overflowing as she bit her lower lip. I thought she would be thrilled if she could hear, but her reaction was slightly different from what I had expected.

“I haven’t done anything for you…”

I carefully grasped her hand, which was holding onto my arm, and opened my mouth.

“You heard it.”

“…”

“When you walk along the path of the Ruth Orphanage, you can hear the sound of birds chirping. If you walk a little further, you can hear the sound of the brook hitting the deeply embedded rocks, creating a refreshing sound.”

“…”

“Sometimes, when you bring food, you can hear the happy laughter of the orphanage children. They fight over who gets to eat first, but the place they rush to first is the room where you are. If you listen quietly, you can often hear that sound.”

“…”

Tap.

Tap.

I could feel her strength slowly leaving her arm. Even the small sound of water droplets falling, which she could hear now, was audible.

I gently stroked her ear, as if it were a precious jewel, and continued speaking.

“You heard it too.”

“…”

“I’ve lived while hearing various sounds. My last selfish desire is… I want to let you hear my voice.”

“…”

She avoided eye contact, hanging her head low. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but her voice was stuck in her throat.

I looked at the nun, waiting for the kids to arrive.

“Mama..!”

The cute child’s voice echoed in all directions.

The kids had arrived.

The children the nun had saved had come to this place.

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Looking back, it was a truly insignificant life. For Trezia, life was a great misfortune, and humans were the cause of her unhappiness.

After being taken in by Bishop Opinyu, she became the only saint in the country.

As a saint, Trezia had saved many people.

And she was betrayed. She was told that she was actually a fake.

She even lost her hearing.

Betrayed by those she trusted the most, she barely managed to escape with her life thanks to the bishop’s will.

All she had left was a small amount of money and her deaf body.

From then on, Trezia became obsessed with money. She wanted to earn a lot and live alone for the rest of her life.

Money would never betray her.

She did whatever it took to survive, even in the harsh environment where her ears couldn’t hear. While her peers attended the academy, she worked hard, her determination unwavering.

Just as she had finally found her footing, she saw a child lying on the street.

If she left the child there, they would soon die. Trezia intended to ignore it and head home.

‘…’

But she couldn’t ignore it.

She handed the starving child some water and bread, which she had been saving for dinner.

After the child finished eating the bread and drinking the water, they didn’t express gratitude to the nun. Instead, they asked with curiosity.

Why did she save them?

The nun smiled at the child’s bold question and replied.

Because I wanted to live.

I just wanted to save you.

The child then said something to her.

What did that child say to her back then?

“Mom! Can you hear my voice?!”

“Can you hear my voice too?”

“I, I can too! I want to talk!”

“Mom…! Is it true that you can hear us now?”

The nun’s ears were stimulated by the children’s lively voices, leaving her no time to think. Trezia barely managed to respond.

“Yes… I can hear. Mom can hear all of your voices now.”

“Woohoo!”

The children cheered and raised their arms in celebration, all of them flocking to the nun. The nun struggled to lift the corners of her mouth.

“I… can hear. Yes… all of it…”

But she couldn’t hold back the overflowing emotions.

“Mom… are you crying?”

“Are you crying?”

“Black…”

“Hehehe…”

At the same time, tears filled the children’s eyes.

The tears she was shedding now were more precious than anything. At least, they were to Diarus.

The scene was worth investing in an expensive medicine that could change one’s life.

The nun and the children cried together, relying on each other. Even Diarus, who rarely smiled, couldn’t help but smile faintly at the heartwarming scene.

The pink-haired nun approached the man with a gentle smile.

As someone who had spent her life helping others, she didn’t know what to say when she received help. That’s why Trezia searched for an answer in the past.

That’s what the child she had saved back then had said.

Trezia’s thin arms wrapped around Diarus. She conveyed the same words she had heard.

“You.”

“Yes.”

With a brighter smile than anyone else.

With affection in her large eyes.

“Are you happy?”

“…Huh.”

Diarez looked at her as if he couldn’t understand, his eyes fixed on her for a moment.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the nun’s lips covered his.

For a moment, there was complete silence, with no sound to be heard, but she clearly heard the sound of this cold-looking man’s heart beating.

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After the series of incidents came to an end, it was time for the good child to return to dreamland.

Diarez touched his lips, reminiscing about what had happened today.

The bishop, who had regained his hearing, was overjoyed and thanked Diarez, almost to the point of becoming a saint.

After the surprise kiss incident, the nun rarely made eye contact with him. Even when he tried to initiate a conversation, she would respond in monosyllables or avoid him.

He felt wronged. It was he who had made the mistake, after all.

Women were indeed difficult creatures to understand. Of course, they were better than some monsters that drank and kissed and then vomited, but still…

After finishing his thoughts, Diarez lay down on the bed and fell asleep. His body, which had become stronger after absorbing the Behimos, was deteriorating at a faster rate than expected due to the strengthened setup.

So, he didn’t hear the sound of the nun opening the door and entering.

“…Diarez.”

“Yes?”

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pink-haired woman in a completely different attire, looking down at him from above.

“You, don’t look at me like that…”

Diarez’s gaze made her voice smaller.

“…Where did you sell your original clothes and wear that? A person who serves God shouldn’t wear such clothes…”

His criticism was valid. Her current outfit was a black dress that could be seen in a magazine, but it was an extremely revealing and unusual dress.

It was a dress, but it wasn’t a dress.

“Don’t say that…! I’ve already locked the door and cast a soundproofing spell.”

“…What?”

Her face turned bright red as she looked at him and said.

Diarez instinctively understood what she meant and asked her.

“Can a nun, a person who serves God, do such a thing?”

In response to his question, she gritted her teeth and answered.

“It’s a small sin. What’s wrong with living a little?”

Her bright pink hair met her white hair.

Later, the only witness and the main culprit of this incident, the ghost Ophineu, would say.

The little kid he had raised since childhood…

Had finally grown up.