An Angel Lives in the Academy Chapter 182

Episode 182: An angel taking observation classes (5)

Joongang Superhuman Academy is the best academy in the world. It has the world’s best professors, boasts the world’s best facilities, and its students are of the highest quality in the world.

So what is the level of parents?

There is nothing to say.

Since everything is the best in the world, of course the quality of parents is also the best in the world.

Let’s look at those aspects one by one:

Starting from the owner of a group, the dictator of a dictatorship, the ruler of a quasi-dimension, the guild leader of a large guild, and the head of a superhuman family.

In reality, the people in power who rule this world are the parents of Central Superhuman Academy.

And the biggest reason they entrusted their children to Central Superhuman Academy is… … .

‘Warrior.’

It was to raise his children to be warriors.

Even though the classes at Central Superhuman Academy were quite difficult and the tests were even harsher, being a warrior was worth all the sacrifices.

Even so, there would not have been many parents who were prepared to sacrifice even their children’s lives.

“Yes, this is Wonsan. After the dungeon grade change incident that occurred a week ago… … .”

The sound of TV can be heard faintly. Three people listening to the sound of the TV downstairs like a radio, which ordinary people cannot hear.

“It’s a dungeon grade change situation.”

Dungeon grade change situation. It was referring to a situation where the grade of a dungeon that occurred off the coast of Wonsan changed from an F grade to an EX grade dungeon in an instant.

The place that experts called a broken dungeon or a tiger dungeon quickly gained the recognition name of the Demon Dragon’s Nest… … .

Everyone who entered disappeared and Wonsan was set on fire by the dragons who crawled out.

And among those who entered were students from JoongAng Superhuman Academy who were taking midterm exams. These are children of noble families who can obtain information first.

“How was it not handled well though? The Vice Dean personally went and sorted out the situation, and for unknown reasons, the demon dragon also destroyed itself. “But you’re going to conduct an observation class with something like this?”

Klein sips coffee while wiping his monocle. He looks at Park Jin-ho sharply, without hiding his slight dissatisfaction.

“that’s right. Observation class? her. It’s not every day or two that a child gets hurt during a midterm exam. “There aren’t even any dead children.”

And next to him was Lusa, sipping coffee. Rusa looked at Park Jin-ho with a truly annoyed expression.

“Yes, fortunately there are no children at fault. But there are many children who are mentally traumatized. “It probably won’t make a comeback.”

“Chaff flies away when the wind blows. “It’s a good thing I was able to skip it because there was going to be a storm coming from the wind.”

“Lusa, adults shouldn’t talk easily about children’s pain. It’s our professors’ fault that the kids ended up like that. “The times didn’t make it that way.”

A large hand engraved with small scars covers Jinho Park’s face. Then Rusa added something as if she was annoyed.

“What, why? Ha, Park Jin-ho, are you acting nice to yourself these days?”

“Is it just you who is deliberately being upset? “Where is the elf who lost his senses and tried to run into the demon dragon’s nest, saying he had to save the referee and the students?”

“under… … .”

Lusa, lost for words, filled her mug with coffee. She just closed her mouth as she watched the white and dark brown tassels combine and blend into light brown.

“It really has changed a lot. The vice dean, Russa, and me. And everyone else.”

Klein smiles.

It wasn’t a dark smile like always, but a smile that was somewhat sincere.

“Since that child came, a lot has really changed.”

The wizard with the monocle could feel it.

In order to defeat the Demon King, the professors were abandoning their humanity like the Demon King, and the students at Central Academy did whatever they could to become stronger.

‘I couldn’t help it.’

Yes, it was inevitable in order to survive the Demon King. However, even at that time, when Klein looked at the Central Academy in the middle of the day, he felt an inescapable darkness, as if deep night had fallen.

Day was no different from night.

Because it was just dark.

‘But, since the referee came.’

A faint but clear light began to shine. Just like dawn.

A child who showed the loveliness of children to those who were losing their humanity. A child who taught each other’s warmth to children who only looked at strength. A child who turns what could have been a tragedy into a comedy that can be laughed at.

That light truly illuminated the world.

It’s okay to be weak. Even just a little light is good. No matter how dark this world is, if it just shines, if it just shines… … .

Because that means day is coming.

Klein, who remembered a boy’s blonde hair shining in the morning light, looked at Jinho Park, contemplating his improved mood.

“But it’s strange. Even though there are no deaths, they are holding an observation class that is no different from a hearing. “I think the board of directors is being too hasty.”

“Professor Bon also thinks so. “Maybe there is another true purpose.”

“What if I say there are separate ones?”

Park Jin-ho’s voice suddenly becomes cold.

“Defeating the Demon Dragon’s Nest. “The one who made that possible with just three girls.”

“no way.”

“It’s true.”

Rusa immediately lowered her ears and showed her teeth. And Klein is fiddling with his magic wand and looking out the window with murderous eyes.

“They are targeting the referee, the divination point in the sky that awakens the warrior. “It’s probably an observation class for that purpose.”

“Damn it. So, Chairman, the head of Seocheon Confucianism is pushing observation classes so much.”

“Hmm, if I mess up, I have no choice but to use my fists to solve the problem. “I’m going today and overturning the entire board of directors.”

Taktak – Rusa infusing strength into her fists. The sound of burning flames begins to come from her arms.

“Arthur. “That’s probably what the board of directors is aiming for.”

“That’s right, after pointing out the problems at the Central Academy through an observation class, the professors will try to take the referee away by saying that he is not qualified to teach.”

“Tell him to take me, avoiding my fists.”

“So how can I entrust a student to an elf like you who is just starting out? “It comes out like this!”

Phew – Klein relaxed his body and sank deeper into the chair.

“A board of directors made up of superhuman families and large guilds. Their volume is a threat to us as well. Moreover, if it becomes an all-out war between us and the board of directors… … .”

“It is a human civil war. “It should never happen.”

“No, then what are you going to do?”

Lusa was struggling in frustration, and Klein could only sigh as he looked at Lusa.

“You should prepare well for class.”

After finishing speaking, Klein felt fear for the first time in a long time.

What on earth is this fear?

After observing myself for a moment, I realized that it was a fear of the dark.

Complete darkness, feeling like I’m losing the light. Klein’s light. Referee.

‘I’m anxious. I don’t know why, but why do I feel like I’m going to lose the light and the referee during this observation class… … .’

Why on earth do I feel this way? Klein seemed to be filled with despair at the fact that his senses were pretty good.

‘Just illuminating.’

People don’t expect much from light.

I just want to float in the sky and shine on the world.

‘Just let it shine.’

Deep in his heart, Klein prayed, not knowing who it would reach.

* * *

“Referee!”

“huh?”

The referee turned his head to the familiar voice.

Next to him, Soya, the girl he always had breakfast with, was standing with a gloomy expression on his face.

“Are you going to take observation classes at the Department of Magic?”

The attitude of saying things as if it were obvious. However, the referee could only scratch his head as if he was a little troubled.

“Well, I haven’t decided yet.”

“why? why?”

“Yeah… … .”

In fact, the referee was planning to take an observation class at the martial arts department. because. This is because the martial arts department has Yumari, the referee with the most painful finger, and was able to meet the head of the Seocheon Confucian family who came to see Yumari.

What are we going to do when we meet?

I don’t know about that.

Wouldn’t it be like making friends?

‘Well, if you’re going to fall.’

And there are no Soya and Wol-i in the Department of Martial Arts. I don’t want to see the sad faces of these children. Actually, this is the biggest reason.

‘As expected, I should major in martial arts. After all, that’s the only place.’

The referee calmly asked Soya again, hiding his emotions.

“But why? “It doesn’t matter where you take the observation class.”

“It doesn’t matter though. “You will definitely need me.”

“No, it’s not necessary.”

Soya shows a calm attitude again. It was a little cute that she slightly raised the brim of her hat to encourage people to look at her pouting expression.

There was a moment of silence like that.

Soya, who was really upset when the referee did not comfort her, muttered with her visor down.

“Tsk, okay, do whatever you want. I don’t know either!”

And Soya looks at the referee again.

“I’m going!”

Peek again-

However, the referee did not catch Soya.

“Ugh, ugh!”

And Soya strode forward with a Haste on his small legs. Even though it’s just walking, the speed is no joke.

It was like a moving walkway.

However, the design was wrong and it was just a moving walkway that returned to where it came from.

Ppaekkkom-

Burning Burning-

A gaze staring intently at the referee’s back.

The boy felt the girl secretly watching him from behind, and sighed deeply in his heart.

And as if I didn’t feel those gazes, as if I didn’t feel anything, I stood up normally and headed to a class in another department.

It was painful and difficult.

* * *

Joint class for 1st and 2nd year swordsmanship departments.

It was a joint class, but it was nothing more than indiscriminate sparring. However, if there is something different from other academies, the sparring at the Central Academy is… … .

‘It doesn’t happen in a normal sparring hall.’

A sparring hall that recreates all spaces where people can fight, from urban terrain prepared for street fighting to forests, riversides, and even volcanoes and glaciers.

The referee and a male student were facing swords in an apartment hallway.

“Heo-eok, heo-eok. Sir, you are really good at handling knives. Going crazy.”

“You too, junior.”

A referee sparring with a first grade male student. Although the first-grade boy was taller and had longer arms… … .

“No, Heo Eok, Heo Eok, who only goes to the swordsmanship department, even more so than me, Heo Eok. “If you’re this strong!”

The referee is the successor to Cheongsu swordsmanship.

He is so skilled that it is worthy of being called a master of swordsmanship.

And to an expert, physical differences are just differences in one characteristic.

The referee was lost in thought as he easily cornered the first-year boy.

‘strong. It’s not easy to find a child who uses a knife to this extent even in this grade, let alone the first grade.’

Except for Hongwol, who has become stronger than the standard and now has to spar with Jinho Park himself, wouldn’t this kid be the strongest in his grade?

With that in mind, the referee climbed up the concrete floor. The male student broke the wall and ran away with him, and the male student was trying to hide himself using the remains of the wall.

Even that was expected.

Without a moment of hesitation, the referee broke through the dust on the wall and approached the first grader, and had no choice but to stop for a moment.

“for a moment. “This space.”

And a first grader who doesn’t miss that moment.

Defeating hesitation is the basics of a warrior.

Saving every moment as an opportunity is the basis of a fighter.

A first grader’s blade comes through the gap like that.

The referee naturally thrust the knife into the first grader’s uvula. With cold, dark eyes and a smile that seems like no one will forgive you.

“Seon, senior.”

“ah.”

fantasy,