Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 65



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 65

Jealousy (4)

While Ilmok was talking to Joo Seo-yeon.

In that empty space where Ilmok always went, Jeong-hyeon kept glancing somewhere with anxious eyes.

“… Did I do something wrong to Confucius?”

The path where Ilmok used to come. For some reason, Ilmok didn’t show up today.

“Well… it’s something to avoid.”

Jeong-Hyeon let out a deep sigh as he recalled how he had been startled and avoided the sight of someone getting even a little closer.

His sighs were thick with self-loathing.

Being social phobia doesn’t necessarily mean you hate people. It might be different if you were seriously hurt and started to hate people. Jeong-Hyeon was suffering from social phobia because of the magic.

“… Am I going to be alone again like this?”

I was startled and anxious when someone approached me, but I was still incredibly lonely being alone.

“Should I try making new friends…?”

Although that thought crossed his mind, Jeong-Hyeon soon lowered his head as if it were impossible.

“What about my topic….”

If someone even approaches you a little and you start a fight, how can you make friends?

Naturally, Jeong-Hyeon’s longing for Ilmok grew even stronger.

For Jeong-Hyeon, who had been alone since entering the Magic Hall due to his social phobia, Ichimoku, who approached him first, was like a ray of light.

At a time when it felt like a tear would fall from my eye.

“What are you doing there?”

Ilmok’s voice woke up Jeong-hyeon’s spirit.

Ilmok, who had suddenly appeared in the empty lot, looked at Jeong-hyeon with a strange expression and asked.

“Were you good at drawing too?”

Jeong-Hyeon was crouching in the corner, drawing something on the floor with a stick.

Jeong-hyeon, who came to his senses late, looked down at the picture he had drawn on the floor.

There was a picture of Ichimoku’s face there.

I drew this because I missed the friend I almost had, and I thought about how that friend disappeared.

Jeong-Hyeon, realizing what he was doing, let out a strange scream as if he was going to have a match.

“Eek!?”

I realized that this picture was very misleading.

Jeong-hyeon, who did not want to offend his first friend, swung the branch wildly.

The face of Ichimoku, whose face had been mercilessly mutilated, is now unrecognizable.

Ilmok, who was watching Jeong-hyeon draw a picture of an unidentifiable person’s face, asked awkwardly.

“Ahem. If it’s inconvenient, I guess I’ll call it a day.”

It was a scene that made me wonder if Jeong-Hyeon’s social phobia was caused by me.

“Oh, no, Your Majesty! I am fine! No, I have a bit of a problem, but Your Majesty, it is fine for you to be here!”

Jeong-Hyeon, who had been talking nonsense, quickly changed the subject.

“Oh, come to think of it, you seem to be later than usual today, Your Majesty.”

Immediately after saying that, Jeong-Hyeon regretted it.

‘Doesn’t that sound like you’re asking me why I’m late? It wasn’t like we promised I had to come here! You idiot Jeong-Hyeon!’

Whether Jeong-Hyeon blamed himself or not, Ilmok answered with an expression that didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, I’m late because I had to remove a leech.”

“Hey, are you talking about leeches?”

Were there leeches in the magic hall?

Jeong-Hyeon shook his head briefly, pondering such questions.

‘Wake up, Jeong-hyeon! You can’t miss this opportunity! That’s right! Instructor Eun-ryeo said it. No matter how bad the side effects of martial arts are, you have to try to overcome them.’

Jeong-Hyeon, who had calmed down, asked.

“Oh, oh, are you planning to practice the art of stealth today, Confucius?”

“I plan to do that.”

“Ha, then I will stand there and tell you with all my heart!”

Il-mok looks at Jeong-hyeon, who is shaking more than usual.

Jeong-Hyeon mustered up his courage, took a step closer to Ilmok, and began to demonstrate.

Ilmok thought about Jeong-Hyeon’s attitude, which seemed different from usual.

‘Still a long way to go.’

Just one step, no more, no less.

It was the maximum courage that Jeong-Hyeon could muster.

* * *

When Ilmok and Jeonghyeon were practicing stealth.

Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young were training in martial arts in a training room on one side of the Black Dragon Hall.

As she was also a talented person who had entered the Magic Academy, she had no intention of slacking off on her training. No, she was intoxicated with herself as a talented person who was enthusiastic about training.

Because I had confidence in myself, I trained separately like this instead of running around chasing Ilmok every day.

While engaging in a friendly fight with her close friend Ha-young, Bang Mi-hwa had such a thought.

‘Ah. It would be nice to have a large mirror in the training room.’

The sight of her demonstrating her martial arts skills was truly comparable to the sight of a fairy dancing in the sky. She was so sorry that she couldn’t see it in person.

At that time, Bang Mi-hwa was very intoxicated with herself.

“It’s a beauty.”

Ha-young, who was facing Bang Mi-hwa’s iron fan and sword, called out to her.

When Bang Mi-hwa, who had just come to her senses, looked at Ha-young with a puzzled expression, she slightly turned her head and gestured to the side with her eyes.

There, several of my fellow students from the Magic Academy were walking and talking.

But neither Bang Mi-hwa nor Ha-young had much interest in them because they were children from the same class.

The problem was the content of the conversation they were having.

They were talking about something very similar to what Ilmok had heard yesterday. That is, the story about Joo Seo-yeon trying to seduce Ilmok and get a job.

“Now that you mention it, it was strange, wasn’t it? You were always chasing after the eight-legged lord, Zhou Guan Du.”

Ha-young said that out of concern, knowing that her close friend, Bang Mi-hwa, was giving off a strange vibe towards Ilmok.

“Right, beautification… huh?”

And as she turned her head, she saw the back of Bang Mi-hwa running somewhere.

* * *

Meanwhile, at that time.

Joo Seo-yeon was swinging her spear like crazy in another martial arts arena.

‘Must be second! Must be second!’

That was all she had in mind.

“The main route!”

At that moment, someone’s sharp voice broke her concentration and pierced her ears.

When I turned my head, I saw a woman I had met several times over the past few days.

‘Did you say Bang Mi-hwa?’

Since Joo Seo-yeon wasn’t particularly interested in anyone other than Jin Ha-yeon, she wasn’t even sure of her name.

“What’s going on?”

Joo Seo-yeon asked without hiding the fact that it was bothersome, but Bang Mi-hwa didn’t care at all.

“I heard the story.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You say you are in love with Confucius?”

“…yes?”

Joo Seo-yeon made a bewildered expression, but Bang Mi-hwa didn’t even notice her expression.

“Give up.”

“???”

“He already loves me, so the main character will only be hurt.”

“??????”

“I came to tell you this. Well, that’s all.”

As if she had said everything she wanted to say, Bang Mi-hwa turned around and left, leaving only those words behind.

Take a moment to look at the back of Bang Mi-hwa as she walks away.

“What a strange person.”

Joo Seo-yeon quickly lost interest and returned to her training.

In her head, there was nothing but a pink future with Jin Ha-yeon.

* * *

After throwing Jin Ha-yeon as bait to Joo Seo-yeon and making her lose interest, and after Bang Mi-hwa started showing only the right side of her face, a half-peace came to Ilmok’s daily life.

Because now, all the problems that had been bothering Ichimoku were gone, except for one crazy guy who applied for a military service every day and one crazy instructor who kept trying to tease him.

As I was being lazy and just avoiding those two problems, time passed quickly.

And on the day that Ilmok entered the Magic Hall and became a monk, a change came to his repetitive routine.

“Today, there will be a test to check the results of the training over the past month. All the disciples should follow the instructor without missing anything.”

After saying that, Instructor Chu Il-hwan took the lead and walked towards the large main gate of the Magic Academy.

The main gate, which had been firmly shut for the past month, was wide open today.

Following Instructor Chu Il-hwan towards the main gate. When I turned my head and looked, I saw ten officers, led by Instructor Eun-ryeo, walking towards the same place.

‘It looks like the test will be conducted together with the second class.’

Thinking that it didn’t matter, Ichimoku’s face quickly became indifferent.

“As expected, Confucius is very relaxed.”

Before I knew it, Bang Mi-hwa, who had taken over Ilmok’s left side, spoke to me with a bright smile. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead, showing Ilmok only the right side of her face.

Ilmok answered, feeling comfortable with the strange behavior.

“I don’t think anything will change if you’re nervous, right?”

“Hohoho. As expected, there are many places where we have something in common.”

Bang Mi-hwa regarded Ilmok’s attitude as a display of confidence.

While they were having a pointless conversation, they soon passed the entrance to the magic hall and arrived at a place filled with bushes.

There, other instructors and assistant instructors were waiting in line, and then Instructor Eun-ryeo and the Eulban officers also arrived at the same place.

“This exam will be conducted by both the A and B class officials together, and will be divided into five groups of four.”

“From now on, all officials whose names are being called, please come forward and follow the guide.”

After Instructor Chu Il-hwan and Instructor Eun-ryeo took turns giving their explanations, they called out the names of the officers one by one.

As each of the four officers stepped forward, the instructor or assistant instructor who had been waiting led them away into the bushes.

“Unfortunately, we ended up in a different group.”

As she said that, Bang Mi-hwa left with Ha-young, who coincidentally was in the same group.

“This time there is no avoiding it!!”

Likewise, the Dokgo-pae, who was caught in a different group than Ilmok, ran away into the bushes, spouting lines like a third-rate villain.

The impression I got from watching the three groups leave was simple.

‘Hmm. Still, I guess we’ve managed to get the level right for each group?’

It didn’t feel like they were cut in order of grades from the top. Because all the groups were mixed up, with two in class A and two in class B.

If it had been in order of grades in the first place, there would have been no reason for him and Dokgo-pae, who was in second place, to be in different groups.

While I was thinking about that, another group disappeared into the bushes, and only four officials, including Ichimoku, remained in the place where they had first gathered.

“Follow me.”

After saying this, Chu Il-hwan walked through the bushes, and Ilmok and the others followed him.

After checking the faces of the people walking together, I almost let out a sigh without realizing it.

“I didn’t know we would be in the same group, Confucius! I won’t disappoint you this time! Please pick me as your vassal!”

Not to mention Joo Seo-yeon, who was shouting as if she was pledging allegiance from the side.

“… … .”

Jeong-hyeon, who was secretly following behind Il-jang, kept opening and closing his mouth as if he had something he wanted to say to Il-mok.

And as for the remaining one.

“Well, I ask you to take good care of me. Your Majesty, Prince Pa, Prince Pal… sir.”

He was one of the three who got beaten up for picking a fight with Ichimoku at the beginning of his career.

‘Was your name Choi Woong?’

Since he was in the same class as Ilmok, I somehow remembered his name. And Joo Seo-yeon and Jeong Hyeon were in the second class.

‘Come to think of it, I heard that Joo Seo-yeon barely made it into the coffin, so it was inevitable that she would get involved with me.’

This could be said to be the result of grouping the top and bottom places together for the sake of balance.

In the midst of feeling like he was about to let out a sigh, Ichimoku forced himself to stay positive.

‘Yeah. Anyway, everyone here is either crazy or about to be crazy. It doesn’t matter what group you’re in, it’s all the same.’

While Ilmok was absorbed in self-hypnosis, Joo Seo-yeon, whose seal had been released for the first time in a long time, spoke to Ilmok hesitantly.

Fortunately for Ilmok, Choi Woong kept his mouth shut because he was worried about what would happen, and Jeong Hyeon just opened his mouth but couldn’t bring himself to intervene.

I walked for a while, ignoring Joo Seo-yeon’s praise for Jin Ha-yeon.

Chu Il-hwan, who was walking ahead, stopped walking.

“Okay, now I’ll tell you the rules of this test.”

Chu Il-hwan turned around and immediately handed a letter to Ilmok.

Just in case he could touch it with his fingertips, Ilmok very carefully took the letter out of Chu Il-hwan’s hand.