The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 32
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#32. One-shot spring dream (1)
Tick, tick.
There was complete silence, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
‘You noticed?’
I thought for sure I had been tricked.
Just in case, she changed her hair and even her eye color, but wasn’t the saint a blind woman to begin with?
She has never leaked any clues. Even the demon half-blood escorts seemed suspicious of something, but they could never have imagined that she was a demon, and one of the Four Heavenly Kings at that.
“What… does that mean?”
“I guess you’re thinking of getting rid of the sichimi.”
A smile appeared on the saint’s face.
“Okay then. Let’s take a look at your ‘sick little brother’ first.”
This time, even the name was correct.
‘…how?’
The name was not well known even to the same tribe.
But how can a mere human being do that?
Haru froze for a moment. When he thought about it slowly, it was because the saintess knew her true identity and name, which did not interfere with the original plan in any way, but because her thought circuits were frozen due to her completely unexpected and confident attitude.
Bam.
Meanwhile, the staff fell from the saint’s hand.
Thud, thud, thud.
The holy woman, dressed entirely in white, walked a few steps through the day with an eerily benevolent smile.
Squeak.
The door creaks open.
Of course, there was no bed or anything in the room. On the clean floor without any furniture, there was only a magic circle drawn by Haru in advance, which was shaking with an ominous energy at first glance.
The blind saint said.
“Well, you can’t see it, right? Even if you did, it would all be a lie.”
It was around that time that Haru came to his senses. Although the initiative was taken away for only about ten seconds at most, it was an intense and unpleasant experience.
“On the subject of humans, how dare you.”
The once clear and clean voice became cloudy. The once pink eyes and hair instantly turned black.
The saint standing in front of him opened her mouth, holding the rosary around her neck in both hands.
“—”
One day, the hand reached out.
The view was turned upside down.
***
Black screen.
I opened my eyes.
I knew it right away.
“Sister Yuna, the professor told me to ask you to help me with peer reviewing the paper and grading the scope of this exam.”
“… Are Maxwell’s equations included in the scope of this year’s test?”
“You learn electromagnetism in the second semester. Oh, it was really exciting because it came after the torque section.”
“Really? Isn’t it worth it until you get to quantum mechanics? You already learned a fair amount in high school for the first year.”
“That’s true for you too, sister… … .”
All I could see before my eyes was my junior who was also doing his master’s degree in the same lab, a ridiculous amount of paper reviews that the professor had assigned me, and a final exam paper.
‘This isn’t reality.’
Changcheon, one day.
She is the ruler of dreams.
Like those suffering from spring fever in the warm spring and the fluttering pollen, those around Changcheon are lost in the daydreams she dominates.
That’s why Haru is the weakest and most difficult enemy among the Demon King’s Four Thousand. If you don’t know her true identity, you will wander in nightmares forever.
Of course, this doesn’t work for me.
[Mental Immunity]
[Perfectly defends against all types of mental attacks.]
It’s not because I’m a particularly special person, but because of this skill.
‘If it weren’t for you, we would have been in big trouble.’
Judging by her actions throughout the day, she must have been planning to kidnap me into a nightmare.
Instead, it’s all thanks to this skill that I’m in this familiar lab. I also know for sure how to wake up from a dream.
‘More than that… … .’
Even though I know it’s a dream, it’s still annoying.
The paper was okay, but as soon as I picked up the first page of the exam paper, I sighed. It may be a bias, but most physics students were male, and as such, their handwriting was a mess.
“Hyunsoo. What on earth do you think this is written on? L? I?”
“I’ll just roughly process the wrong answer.”
“I did that last time and got in big trouble with the professor because I asked for my grades to be corrected.”
“Our professor is a bit like that. Last time, he told Minho hyung to go to the airport to pick up his daughter.”
“Dude, I’m going crazy. I’m really crazy for coming into the integrated master’s and doctoral program and having to deal with a fucking professor-”
“Yuna, Hyunsoo, are you here?”
Wow!
They say even a tiger will come if you call it.
… Haven’t you heard that it’s like X?
As the professor came in while we were chatting excitedly, Hyunsu and I got up right away. Then the professor smiled kindly and waved his hand.
“Heh heh, why are you getting up again? Just sit down, both of you.”
what?
It was hard for me to bear those words, as I had just sat there the whole day with a displeased expression and been nitpicked for no reason.
The rest was just too hard to bear.
“This is all coming from my sincere respect for you, Professor. I stood up without even realizing it.”
I rubbed my hands together and flattered.
“What? Hahaha!”
Then the professor laughs heartily.
Stop laughing, I don’t like the sight of you.
If you don’t stop laughing for three counts, he won’t let you go and will flatter you even more.
‘Huh? Wait a minute.’
Is this a dream?
But why am I doing this?
… Habits are scary.
“Oh, right. My friend’s wedding is scheduled for today, but I can’t go right away… … I’m sorry, but would one of you attend in his place? I’ll give you a congratulatory gift envelope, so you can just say hello and leave.”
“…yes?”
I blinked.
“Professor, where is the… wedding being held?”
Hyunsoo, who was standing next to me, asked.
“Oh, it’s Daejeon. Is it close?”
“… … .”
“… … .”
The two of us were speechless.
‘Im Hyeon-su, you go.’
‘Sister, can’t you go out? I haven’t been able to get off work since the day before yesterday!’
In a split second, a battle of wits broke out between two graduate students with dark circles under their eyes. I tried to somehow pass it on to my junior, but eventually I decided to save the poor guy who hadn’t been able to go home for three days.
Even if it’s a dream. Anyway.
“… I’ll be back soon.”
“Oh! Okay, I thought about it well. Then, after I get back from the wedding, I’ll ask you to grade my final exam by tomorrow. Can I grade it on the train?”
“I think grading will be a bit difficult… … .”
“huh?”
A look of ‘You dare?’ appeared in the professor’s eyes.
I opened my mouth with a feeling of vomiting blood.
“I will finish it by tomorrow.”
***
pain.
I’m sleepy.
I want to cry.
I was sitting at a makeshift desk on the train to Daejeon (I paid for the ticket myself) and lost in thought.
‘Something’s wrong.’
It’s clearly a dream, so why do I feel like I’m going to die?
Of course, it’s only natural that graduate students can’t go home. It’s not for nothing that this is my nightmare.
Look at the pitiful state of not being able to rebel against the professor even in a dream.
I don’t know why I bought a train ticket to Daejeon in the first place. This isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing right now.
Despite my mental immunity, I was shivering from the deep-rooted PTSD from my graduate school days. The thing I fear most in the world is a delay in graduation, and the thing I fear second is my professors.
The point is that either way, a PhD is at stake. Damn it!
“God be with you.”
A short prayer recited with both hands clasped together.
Pure white clothes and a familiar hand that I have been sick of seeing for over ten years come into view. As I look out the window, the tired graduate student has disappeared, and a beautiful girl with silver hair and blue eyes is crying.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve seen this expression… … .’
Because you were always smiling.
But I guess this expression is okay for now. There’s no one around.
I wiped my face with a complicated expression.
Oh no. I feel like I’m going to collapse.
12 years. I lived in another world for a whole 12 years.
No matter how long I spend there, I can never get used to that world. It’s not the place I was born in.
Earth is where I belong.
I am… Korean.
‘I want to come back.’
Even if graduate school was a nightmare, the days of pursuing knowledge were definitely enjoyable. Isn’t it meaningful to dig into the rock with a spoon in hand at the forefront of your major?
And here’s the family.
My beloved parents. My younger brother who is smart and somewhat spoiled like me, but still gives for me in the end.
… … .
Okay, I have to admit it.
Mental immunity is only a systematic assistance, not a skill that turns my thoughts into a psychopath. That’s why I’m currently suffering from an irrational urge to die in this warm nightmare.
But that’s not how it works.
I am putting down my reason as I have been doing for the past 12 years.
‘By now, Haru must have tried to control me somehow and failed.’
At first, he will go through denial and anger, but soon he will find another scapegoat other than himself or spread his magic field to expand his territory.
If that was the case, then by now the outside world… at least the entire capital, and at worst the entire people of Terra would be in a nightmare.
“Hey, did you see that girl?”
“This is amazing. They’re showing a musical for the price of a KTX ticket. I thought it was Line 1.”
“You crazy bastard. I’ll listen. But wasn’t there someone like that earlier…?”
I look at my face through the dark window, hearing the two boys behind me giggling.
Anyway, it’s time to move on to the next step. Thanks to the mental immunity, it’s a bit faster than the original.
So now… … .
I manipulated my phone and went into the airline app.
[ICN→ROM First Class one way]
Since we’re in a dream, why not indulge ourselves one last time?