Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 63



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 63

Jealousy (2)

That night.

Ichimoku returned to his room and sat cross-legged in meditation.

It wasn’t an epiphany.

‘Namu Amita Buddha. Buddha spirit. Simaya, get out! Urgent urgent law!’

The rising god and all religions were dragged in to fight against the devil.

It was because of the human possession drug called Bang Mi-hwa.

He was a man who had common sense.

You can’t just look at a woman’s face and say she needs plastic surgery, right?

The problem was that the more I faced her, the more my obsessive-compulsive symptoms became worse.

‘Let’s go avoid it. We have to go avoid it.’

If we met often, I felt like I would fall into a state of obsession and unknowingly start sculpting moonlight on her jawline and cheekbones.

* * *

From the second day onwards, life in the Magic Hall went on like a hamster wheel.

Four hours of instruction and free time per day.

Thanks to the disappearance of Jin Ha-yeon and Cheon-ma, who had forced Ilmok to study and train, each day was a happy one where he could be lazy to his heart’s content.

So, if you look at the ‘schedule’ alone, that’s what it means.

The problem was the people around him.

Although it wasn’t as annoying as Jin Ha-yeon or Cheon Ma’s, it was troublesome in another way.

“Today will be different!”

Dokgo-pae, who never gets tired, applies for a fight again.

“Hahahaha.”

Instructor Chu Il-hwan is smiling brightly, but for some reason, he gives me goosebumps every time our eyes meet.

“Your Majesty! About Jin Ha-yeon….”

Although they don’t meet during work hours because it’s the second half, Joo Seo-yeon, Jin Ha-yeon’s follower, comes to visit every afternoon.

But the most terrifying opponent of all was, of course, Bang Mi-hwa.

As luck would have it, she was in the same class as Dokgo-pae.

Also, for some reason, whenever Ichimoku turned his gaze and happened to look towards her, she would always be looking at Ichimoku too.

And every time their eyes met, he would smile brightly and show off his facial asymmetry.

‘Please, God.’

While fighting with Simma, when I quickly turned my head, I heard her laughing, saying ‘hehe’, as if she found it cute.

Every time this happened, Ichimoku’s desire to become her dedicated plastic surgeon grew stronger.

Since there were traps everywhere he looked, Ichimoku had no choice but to keep his gaze fixed on one spot.

The good news is that during class time there is a designated place to focus your gaze.

The very existence of an instructor.

Since traps were set on all sides, Ichimoku focused his gaze only on the instructor during the training period.

If you happen to turn your head and run into Dokgo-pae or Bang Mi-hwa, something tiring will happen.

Thanks to that, Ichimoku’s reputation among the Magic Academy instructors has improved considerably recently.

“What about the eight princes?”

“It certainly wasn’t ordinary.”

“Yes, talent is one thing, but what was truly amazing was his passion.”

“It was the same during Instructor Eun’s training time.”

“Did you feel it too, Instructor Chuck?”

“Yes. The look in his eyes was so hot that I was afraid that he might make a mistake in his explanation or demonstration. Hahaha.”

“Hmm. I’m sure he was a bit indifferent on the first day, but I don’t know why he suddenly changed.”

“Hmm. Maybe you were disappointed in the level of your peers at first?”

“Well, that’s an inevitable problem since he’s so talented.”

As he listened to his fellow instructors share stories about Ilmok, Chu Il-hwan tilted his head.

‘It’s strange. I’m sure during my class, I felt like I was avoiding eye contact.’

The only time when Ilmok did not look at the instructor was during Chuilhwan’s training session.

* * *

Ten days after entering the Magic Hall.

Today, as usual, after finishing work, bathing, and dinner.

“Confucius!”

Ilmok thought as he heard the voices of Bang Mi-hwa, Ha-young, and Joo Seo-yeon from both sides.

‘Let’s go.’

The training time was bearable. All I had to do was keep my eyes on the instructor.

Although Instructor Chu Il-hwan’s class was a bit problematic, he was able to get by using his own methods.

But there was no way to have free time after work.

I wanted to stay in my room and rest, but I couldn’t rest because the three of them and the Dokgo gang kept coming to visit me.

Ichimoku pretended not to hear the three of them, turned his back, and quickly moved somewhere.

Pot!

It took a while to spread out the light air and move around, shooting around the inside of the huge magic hall.

‘Oh.’

When Ichimoku discovered a hidden place between the two main halls of the Magic Hall, he flew up and took refuge in the shadows.

But unfortunately, there was a previous guest there.

‘Huh? I thought there was no one here?’

It was a strange feeling. I didn’t feel any signs of life, but when I actually arrived, there was a person standing there.

‘I feel like I’ve seen it a few times? Or maybe not.’

Although he was only one of twenty classmates, Ichimoku had a hard time recognizing him.

It was not only because Ilmok had no interest in the prospective madmen, but also because the presence of that official was so faint.

Although it would have been obvious that he was cowering in a gloomy atmosphere, he had a strangely absent presence.

The insignificant Guando, who had been focused on aiming somewhere with an arrow on his bow, turned his head at the sound of someone’s presence and let out a shrill scream when he saw Ichimoku’s figure.

“Eek!”

Ichimoku looked puzzled at the sight of him stirring up the game as if he had seen a ghost.

“Ahem. Sorry for interrupting your training.”

“Ah, ah, no. Th, Confucius.”

The official responded with a trembling voice to the apology.

Ichimoku was embarrassed. Even though he was a disciple of Cheonma, it was rare for him to tremble like that when dealing with someone.

After thinking for a moment, Ichimoku gathered his thoughts and approached the officer.

No matter how much I thought about it, this was the most remote place in the Magic Hall. I felt a little sorry for the Guan Do who was training here, but Ichimoku decided to hide here.

“This is the first time we’ve talked in person like this. It’s a first impression.”

“I, I, my name is Jeong Hyeon. Your Majesty.”

It occurred to me that perhaps the side effect of the magic that Jeong-Hyeon had learned was stuttering, but it seemed impolite to ask directly.

“Since we are of the same class in the Magic Academy, there is no need to use such honorifics.”

“I, I am familiar with this… .”

Jeong-Hyeon turned his gaze with an anxious look and answered without making eye contact with Ichimoku.

For some reason, Ichimoku’s eyes became dizzy, and he saw the bow that Jeong-hyeon was holding.

“Wow. It looks like Jeong Gwan-do has learned archery.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I’m really jealous.”

“!?”

Jeong-hyeon, who had been avoiding Il-mok’s gaze, looked at Il-mok with a startled expression.

“Father, you’re jealous? Poem, it’s just a cowardly, despicable act that is not befitting of a believer of the new religion.”

Jeong-Hyeon, who spoke quickly as if spitting out words, belatedly avoided Ichimoku’s gaze.

Fearing that perhaps the youngest prince might misunderstand that he was questioning his words.

But Ichimoku wasn’t thinking about that at all.

Well, I was really jealous.

‘Damn it! Why wasn’t archery an option when I chose magic?’

For Ichimoku, survival was the top priority. In that sense, what martial art could be better than archery?

There was no need to stand in front with a sword in hand, he could just hide behind cover and shoot arrows from afar.

It was the first time I felt resentful toward my master who had not learned archery.

‘I’m jealous. If I could just switch now… Damn. If I do that, there’d be two side effects?’

Ilmok, who tried hard to shake off his distracting thoughts, spoke with sincerity.

“Why do the martial artists of the religion learn magic? Isn’t it to kill the evildoers who torment sentient beings? Where is there a martial art that is perfect for killing bad guys, and where is there a martial art that is better for capturing them? Archery is truly an excellent martial art, since it can shoot and kill evildoers from afar.”

“!!!”

Jeong-hyeon, who had been avoiding eye contact, looked at Il-mok with a moved face.

Of course, as soon as our eyes met, I quickly turned my head away.

Right then.

“Confucius!!”

The voice of the possessed demon instigator who was looking for himself was heard from beyond the pavilion.

Ilmok quickly moved, clung to Jeong-hyeon, and whispered in his ear.

“I will start practicing stealth from now on, so if anyone asks about my whereabouts, just pretend you didn’t see me.”

“… … .”

Jung-Hyeon was completely paralyzed because the light suddenly came right in front of his nose.

Ilmok, who accepted Jeong-hyeon’s silence as a positive, quickly flew into the shadows and used stealth.

It was a stealth technique that I had learned from Instructor Eunryeo over the past ten days. Although I had only been learning it for ten days, I was able to hide my body somehow thanks to the shadows added to the black clothes.

As soon as Ilmok hid his body, the sound of footsteps came closer, and finally, Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young arrived.

Bang Mi-hwa glanced around and then approached Jeong-hyeon, who was holding a bow with a blank expression.

“By any chance, have you not seen the eight-legged lord?”

“That, that….”

In response to her question, Jeong-hyeon stuttered and hesitated without even making eye contact.

“Have you seen it? Have you not seen it?”

“That, that is….”

“Could you please look me in the eye and speak to me?”

As Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young came closer and urged him on, Jeong-hyeon started to tremble with anxiety as if he was about to start a fight at any moment.

When the other person suddenly started having a seizure, Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young were startled and approached him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Breathe! Take a deep breath!”

However, as the two came closer and started yelling, Jeong-Hyeon’s seizure symptoms became more severe.

While the two were at a loss as to what to do, Ilmok, who had released his hiding spell and revealed himself, quickly approached Jeong-hyeon.

It was an incident that I couldn’t bear to hide and watch because it seemed like the child was having a seizure because of me.

“Confucius?”

While the two were questioning Ilmok who suddenly appeared, Ilmok quickly held Jeong-hyeon in his arms and performed a light technique to fly.

* * *

Ilmok, Bang Mihwa, and Hayoung were looking down at Jeong-hyeon, who was lying on the bed as if he was dead.

However, it wasn’t like Jeong-Hyeon was really dead. He was just asleep, having been subdued by the blood vessels.

And after a while, Instructor Eun-ryeo opened the door and entered the room.

Just after Ilmok took out Jeong-hyeon, they were very lucky to meet Instructor Eun-ryeo.

And Instructor Eun-ryeo subdued Jeong-hyeon’s blood vessels while he was having a seizure and moved him here.

Instructor Eun-ryeo returned after checking the list of people with all the special details of the officers in order to figure out what caused the seizure.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

In response to Ichimoku’s question, Instructor Eunryeo, with a stern expression, asked back.

“By the way, do you know about the martial arts that Jeong Hyeon Gwan-do has learned?”

“I haven’t heard anything.”

Ilmok answered as the representative, and Bang Mihwa and Hayoung also shook their heads.

At the sight of the three of them, Eun-ryeo let out a light sigh and said.

“The martial art that Jeong Hyeon learned is the Ghost Spirit Bow, a martial art specialized in assassinating enemies from afar. In keeping with the characteristics of this martial art, it is said that it has the hidden effect of making the body and mind react more sensitively when someone approaches.”

After Eunryeo’s explanation, Ilmok was finally able to understand the situation.

‘You’re saying the side effect is social phobia?’

Only then did I begin to understand Jeong-Hyeon’s dispiriting behavior.

The way he kept avoiding eye contact, and the way he was startled when I got even a little closer.

Although it was not intentional, Ichimoku realized that it was because of him that Jeong-hyeon had a seizure and spoke with a regretful expression.

“I will be more careful in the future.”

“Yes. Jeong-Hyeon-Gwan also has to overcome side effects, so it’s not right to avoid people unconditionally. So, from now on, approach them cautiously.”

It was like Instructor Eun-ryeo was explaining a pet that was sensitive to people.

“And today, you will need some peace of mind, so you should go back now.”

At Instructor Eunryeo’s order to get out, the three left the room.

“I never thought you would have a seizure because of us.”

When Ha-young muttered with a very surprised face, Bang Mi-hwa also nodded and said.

“It seems that Jeong Hyeon-gwan was surprised because my appearance was so outstanding.”

At Bang Mi-hwa’s confidence, whose basis could not be known, Ichimoku almost burst out laughing without realizing it.

‘But they don’t seem like bad people, so let’s move on for now.’

When Jeong-Hyeon had a seizure, I tried to get close to him and help him, as if I was trying to save him.

However, it seemed that Bang Mi-hwa had no intention of letting this opportunity pass her by.

“Still, thanks to the Ilmok Confucius, Jeonghyeon Guan Dao was able to be dealt with quickly.”

As if this was her chance, she suddenly started talking to Ilmok and started chattering away, and even Hayoung stepped forward to help her.

“But where was Confucius Ichimoku?”

“I was surprised when you suddenly appeared.”

Because of the two women chattering nonstop, Ilmok felt that he would have a seizure and fall asleep next to Jeong-hyeon.

“Ahem. I was practicing stealth.”

To avoid being caught in the crossfire, Ilmok answered appropriately and walked forward without looking back.

At that attitude, Bang Mi-hwa, who thought that Ilmok was embarrassed, stepped forward slightly and turned around to look at Ilmok straight on.

“!!!”

Her asymmetrical face, exposed to the bright smile from the front, quickly found a solution for survival.

At this rate, I really felt like I was going to stab her in the face.

In the midst of the crisis of the coin possession, Ichimoku’s brain was able to find a great solution.

“Would you please come to the side instead of the front, Miss Bang?”

“Next to you?”

If you have facial asymmetry, here’s a solution that works by looking at just one side of your face.

However, it is not something that can be unconditionally and unconditionally placed next to him. Ilmok was able to come up with a great excuse from modern memories.

“Yes. I think Miss Bang is more beautiful when seen from the right side than from the front or the left.”

It was the so-called pretty face angle that was popular when Il-mok was a student.