Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 62



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 62

Jealousy (1)

Afternoon training time.

Instructor Eun-ryeo, who was in charge of non-combat training, frowned and asked the three people huddled in the corner.

“Why do you look like that?”

The trio who had been beaten up by Ilmok unconsciously turned their gaze towards Ilmok.

It stings.

And at the murderous gaze of the instructor, he quickly turned his gaze and answered the instructor’s question.

“We had a minor quarrel among ourselves.”

“Hmm? Didn’t you hear from the instructor that fighting between officers is prohibited?”

“Rain, it wasn’t rain, it was just a minor quarrel.”

“Yes. Yes. I, I didn’t even use a weapon. It was, it was just a fist fight, instructor.”

At their desperate excuses, the instructor clicked his tongue and said:

“Tsk. Today is the first day, so I’ll let it slide. But if something like this happens again, I won’t let it go.”

“I will keep that in mind, and I will keep that in mind!”

There was a brief commotion because of the three men, but Instructor Eun-ryeo quickly calmed down and continued teaching calmly.

The non-combat training taught by Instructor Eun-ryeo was a bit unusual.

It was not non-combat training because it was training to avoid combat. It was not combat, but it was training necessary for combat, so it was non-combat training.

“As a disciple of the teachings, you will face various missions after completing the training at the Magic Academy. And among these missions, there are many that cannot be solved simply through the knowledge of martial arts.”

It could be said that it was a time to learn skills needed in the actual field, such as camping out, stealth, disguise, and tracking.

“Today, we will be teaching the most basic of them all: stealth.”

Instructor Eun-ryeo, who had the face of a strict female teacher, continued her explanation and demonstration while wearing a tight-fitting black nightgown, perhaps for stealth.

Her age, as revealed by her appearance, seemed to be in her mid to late thirties, but she was also a member of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Her lean and muscular body, subtly revealed through her night clothes, boasted a healthy beauty.

And Ilmok, who had been attending the training with a calm attitude all morning, was watching Instructor Eunryeo’s every move with sparkling eyes.

It wasn’t because of Instructor Eunryeo’s attire. That could have been a misunderstanding, but for Ilmok, the training was more important than that.

‘Stealth! If you learn this properly, you can fool around more comfortably!’

It was a moment that made me want to be lazy.

* * *

After completing the enjoyable third training session, the next session was the fourth session, which was doctrine training.

If it was natural, then it was natural.

Because this was a magic hall that trained talents for the Cheonmasin religion.

In any religious school, there are usually so-called chapel classes. And the Magic Hall was no different.

No, at first glance, this felt like a nobleman’s job.

In a cult religion, education lasts for four hours (8 hours) a day, but only one hour is devoted to studying doctrine.

I thought that this was a generous schedule for a cyberpunk.

‘If he were a true cult, he would fill more than half of his twelve hours a day with doctrine study and worship. Sure.’

In any case, for that reason, Ichimoku named this fourth lesson by a different name.

It’s brainwashing time.

However, contrary to such thoughts, the doctrine education time was a truly enjoyable time for Ilmok as well.

First of all, aside from other things, it was the only class where I could sit and listen without using my body.

There was a risk of being brainwashed, but we were prepared for that too.

‘I’ve already been trained by being tormented by Jin Ha-yeon for a whole year.’

Ilmok had now reached a point where he could study the doctrines of the Cheonmasingyo as a ‘theory’, but at the same time, he could curse the theory in his head.

It was as if the shamanist faction was unfolding its positive energy that had only been heard of in words.

‘Hmm? But if you really have the Yangsimgong, wouldn’t it be beneficial for learning magic?’

What if we split the mind in two using the Yangsimgong, one as a sane mind and the other as a madman contaminated with demonic energy?

‘… Come to think of it, he already had a split personality from the start. Was that a double-edged sword also a demonic sword?’

While Ilmok was listening to the class while thinking of such trivial thoughts, the class time of one hour passed quickly.

* * *

Even after all four hours of training had ended, the sun had not yet set.

And the formal training at the Magic Academy lasted only four hours a day. After that, except for dinner time, it was all free time.

However, since the expectations of the Cheonmasingyo were all based on the talents gathered here, there were almost no people who were just playing around during their free time.

Except for one person.

“Whoaaah.”

Ilmok, who had been sweating while practicing his stealth skills during his third training, yawned and left the bathroom as usual after finishing his bath.

But I had no intention of going to sleep right away.

“I guess I should eat first.”

As I walked leisurely towards the restaurant like a bum, I saw people concentrating on their training all over the training ground.

Some people were practicing martial arts, while others were practicing external arts or stealth techniques.

‘Everyone is working hard.’

As if it were someone else’s business, Ilmok thought of such sentiments and, as expected, arrived at an empty restaurant.

And just as Ilmok was starting to eat.

Again, two people approached the table where Il-mok was sitting.

‘Ha. Again?’

Ichimoku sighed inwardly as he remembered what had happened at lunchtime, but fortunately he didn’t feel like vomiting like he did at lunchtime.

It wasn’t because the two approaching were women.

Those two also didn’t smell like sweat, as if they had just finished training and taken a shower.

“Is it okay if I join you?”

To the question of one of the two women who gave off a clean, stone-like scent, Ilmok answered with a blank expression.

“I don’t mind, but aren’t there a lot of empty seats?”

It was an answer that could have been hurtful, but the two women just smiled faintly.

“It was fate that I became a student at the Magic Academy, so I wanted to talk to Confucius.”

If it was natural, then it was natural.

Ilmok was a disciple of Cheonma, who was worshipped as a god by the followers of Cheonmasingyo, and was known as a genius who won the top spot in the Magic Hall within just one year of joining the sect.

In addition, a lot of different things happened during that year.

Because the rumors were so widespread, most people wanted to have even a little conversation with Ichimoku.

That is, if you exclude Dokgo-pae, who harbors a needless desire to compete against Ilmok.

Even the trio who approached him during lunchtime initially intended to become friends with Ichimoku.

I just picked a fight because my pride was hurt when I saw the wrinkled faces of the people who gave off the smell.

Ichimoku also felt relieved when he realized that those women were not aiming for the military.

“If that’s the case, you may sit comfortably.”

As soon as Ilmok gave his permission, the two women sat down in front of Ilmok and opened their mouths.

“My name is Bang Mi-hwa.”

“It’s Ha-young.”

“It’s called Ilmok.”

“I’ve heard a lot of stories.”

“Tell me your story?”

In that way, Ichimoku started a normal conversation for the first time since entering the Magic Hall.

And soon after, Ichimoku was able to realize a very important problem that he had not thought of.

The conversation started off okay.

“Yes. There was a rumor spreading throughout the school that Cheonma had found an outstanding youngest disciple.”

“Hahaha. I don’t know what to do with myself with all that gold on my face.”

They gave him light compliments based on rumors they had heard about Ilmok, and Ilmok responded appropriately, creating a friendly atmosphere.

The problem started after that.

“Actually, Mi-hwa’s father is the leader of the Red Ghost Corps.”

“Hohoho. Hayoung’s father is also the leader of the Baekryongdan.”

“Actually, the two of you were classmates at the Magic Academy, so we kept in touch and hung out together since we were young.”

“You were the leaders of the Shinkyo militia. You were truly amazing people.”

Ichimoku also offered some sociable compliments, but had nothing more to say.

This was because I had been locked up in Pungamjeon for an entire year, preparing only for the entrance examination to the Magic Hall.

During my studies, I learned about various organizations and groups within the Demonic Cult, but I didn’t know much about the leaders of each organization or group. I had no reason to get involved in the first place.

Naturally, the flow of conversation was interrupted, and to break the awkward atmosphere, they brought up another topic of conversation.

“By the way, which passage of the doctrine of the new religion does Confucius like the most?”

The topic of doctrine.

When people meet for the first time, the easiest way to become close is to find common ground.

That’s why people who believe in the same religion can become friends easily. There’s no need to ask each other about their hobbies or tastes.

When you talk about the doctrines of your religion or passages from the Bible, the conversation will naturally turn to flowers.

The problem is.

‘What is it? Is it a resonance trap?’

The first thing that stood out was that he was not a fanatic.

But still, Ichimoku was able to hold out somehow.

As in the previous doctrine classes, it was now a habit to praise the doctrine on the outside while criticizing it on the inside.

The real problem came late.

While discussing the doctrines of the new religion and the glorious progress of the Heavenly Demon, the atmosphere was friendly.

“ha ha ha.”

“Hohoho.”

At Ichimoku’s light-hearted joke, the moment when Bang Mi-hwa burst into laughter, living up to her name of a beautiful flower.

Ichimoku thought, his gaze fixed on her face as if he was being sucked into it.

‘… I want to touch it.’

I didn’t notice it until now.

‘… You probably won’t like it?’

It was only after I saw her smiling brightly that I realized it.

‘…please!’

The fact that she has severe facial asymmetry.

It wasn’t that she was seriously ugly. No, if you had to be specific, her face was on the beautiful side.

Aren’t there some modern celebrities who, although they are beautiful, take pictures from only one side, saying that their faces are different on both sides and that it’s a pretty angle?

It wasn’t that noticeable before, but the moment she smiled brightly, the facial asymmetry became noticeable.

And of all things, Ichimoku’s obsession was fixated on that asymmetry.

‘If you try to force your bones to fit together, you won’t like it, right?’

The urge to break her bones and reshape them, to restore balance to her face, was welling up in her.

The very existence of Bang Mi-hwa was the moment when Ichimoku became obsessed with the subject.

When you are suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder and cannot do anything.

The voice that saved him pierced his ears.

“Your Majesty, at a glance!!”

Pot!

Ichimoku, who had dramatically escaped his obsession, looked in the direction where the voice had come from.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you!”

The woman who appeared to be Jin Ha-yeon’s follower was approaching with the same crazy smile as yesterday.

If it were normal, I wouldn’t have hung out with such a crazy person, but now the situation was different.

“Oh, welcome!”

Ilmok quickly got up and greeted her.

“This, this is Miss Bang Mi-hwa. And this is Miss Ha-young.”

Even while introducing Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young to her, Ilmok couldn’t bring himself to look at Bang Mi-hwa properly.

Because if I stare at that face, I feel like my obsession is going to come back again.

“And this one… Excuse me, what was your name?”

When I asked that question to my savior, whose name I didn’t even know, she answered bravely as if she didn’t care.

“My name is Zhu Rui Yan, Your Majesty!”

“Oh, that’s right. Anyway, this is Miss Ju Seo-yeon. It’s fate that we’re here, so let’s have a chat.”

Thanks to the crisis of the coin possession, it was Il-mok who started talking nonsense.

* * *

Bang Mi-hwa.

She approached Ichimoku simply out of curiosity.

From the beginning, the object of reverence in the Cheonma Sect was only Cheonma. Cheonma’s disciples were objects of respect, not of admiration.

This was also due to the characteristics of Cheonmasinism, which follows the doctrine of strong self-respect.

After the Heavenly Demon ascends to Heaven, the strongest one takes over the position of leader. And only when the leader succeeds in mastering the Heavenly Demon Singong can he be called the Heavenly Demon.

Since he was not the disciple of Cheonma, he did not become the next Cheonma, so there was no need to have any particular respect.

Anyway, Bang Mi-hwa approached Ilmok out of curiosity and they were having a friendly conversation.

I felt a strange sensation.

At some point, when he saw himself smiling brightly, Confucius Ichimoku couldn’t take his eyes off him for a while.

At that gaze that was so blatant, Bang Mi-hwa thought.

‘Hehehe. It seems that the youngest prince, who is called a genius, has finally fallen for my beauty.’

It didn’t feel bad.

I don’t know about other people. Isn’t he the youngest Confucius who has been getting a lot of attention in school recently? He seemed like a good match for me.

But it’s not something you can give up on love so easily.

While she was pondering how to cook this man, a saboteur appeared.

“Master Ichimoku! You are here! I have been looking for you!”

A woman who was not as good as him, but still quite useful, suddenly showed up and pretended to know the youngest prince.

And ever since she appeared, for some reason, Confucius Ichimoku focused his gaze only on that woman.

However, Bang Mi-hwa was not angry.

Glance.

In the middle of the conversation, the youngest Confucius would often turn his head to look at himself and then quickly turn away.

Looking at that sight, Bang Mi-hwa was convinced.

‘Hehehe. Contrary to his appearance, he was a man without many skills.’

The fact that he fell in love with me is embarrassing.

‘Then shouldn’t I be a little more proactive?’ thought Bang Mi-hwa.

Bang Mi-hwa.

The side effect of the magic she learned was narcissistic personality disorder.