Episode 197: Dreaming Angel (2)
“… Hmm, not the reaction I expected.”
What kind of reaction were you expecting?
The referee had a lot to say, but decided to hold back for now.
“Professors, did you really eat something wrong this morning?”
No, I couldn’t stand it.
“Could it be that the demon king’s army placed a curse? No, if it’s a curse, Professor Rebecca will somehow… … .”
“Hey referee… … .”
“Ugh, why on earth? “Why are there people who are so merciless as to take away a child’s candy, hide toilet paper in the bathroom, and even pour sauce on sweet and sour pork to protect the world?”
“Isn’t it crueler to eat it with sauce?” Okay, okay. “What the military said is correct.”
Jinho Park’s brown eyes begin to take on a different color.
It was the kind of gaze that pictured a distant place that had already passed.
“These are dark times. “The military will know that.”
The abyss of karma was flowing from all directions. Karma is the power of fate, meaning that the fate of the world has been decided by darkness.
Even if he was a swordsman who could not feel karma, he would have fully understood some aspects of the flow.
Due to a family tragedy.
Due to the death of a dear student.
And to the end of the prophecy I never wanted to hear.
“Dark times always ask us dark questions.”
“What are the questions?”
“Should we move forward even if it means sacrificing our dear colleagues?”
Park Jin-ho closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again.
The referee could guess that there were probably many colleagues.
‘Professor Park Jin-ho was called Iron Blood.’
However, this current appearance was not Sanghyeol-like at all.
Jinho Park’s questions continued like that.
“Should we give children swords instead of books?”
It was not a question worthy of someone called the Sword Saint. Still, the referee could not say anything.
“Do we have to see the evil of evil people just because we are on the same side?”
Several superhuman families and large guilds.
And the plutocrats who rule the world.
The referee remembered those faces.
“and.”
“and?”
“Should a child who is so good be killed just because of a prophecy that said he would become corrupt and destroy the world?”
A rough palm strokes the referee’s cheek. It was clearly a hand with a lot of scars, but it was definitely warm.
“Ah, um, of course.”
What on earth should I say? Should he lie and say he overcame the fall? or not.
“You knew, right? “Did the Dean tell you?”
“No, but there are some people among humanity who are born with the talent of reading karma. “They are called shamans, prophets, or madmen.”
Jinho Park said.
“They all sang about a new demon lord. “It’s a voice that I don’t want to hear.”
“okay… … .”
The referee asked again.
The prophecy that he would become corrupted and become the new Demon King, the professors who knew the prophecy, and himself surrounded by such professors.
Even though it was such a dangerous situation, the referee’s mind was extremely comfortable for some reason. It was a truly mysterious feeling.
It was so comfortable that it reminded me of the time I was flying in the sky. The sight was so bright and so beautiful that I couldn’t help but shed tears.
‘Why, why am I crying?’
Is it because they are afraid?
Or is it because I am happy?
If you’re happy, why on earth? What do you feel?
The referee was left with numerous questions and could barely wipe away his tears.
“So Professor, did you come up with an answer?”
* * *
At first it was a rumor.
“No, Lusa was just defeated by a second grader? Do you know what Lusa’s second name is? “It’s called surrender, fight!”
“I’m not just a second year student. “A new hero.”
“Warrior? What kind of bullshit is this? Heroes are just legends… … .”
The story gradually grew from person to person, whisper to whisper.
“They say they captured a high-ranking member of the Demon King’s army at once.”
“Hmph, that’s something that even the Hero Training Committee and academy professors can do… … .”
“That’s not all! “He completely pushed back the front line all by himself.”
“Yes, that’s right. “The Human Coalition, which has been retreating all its life, has finally begun a counterattack?”
“She is a true warrior!”
In this way, the story becomes a shout rather than a whisper.
“Warrior! Warrior! “Our Messiah!”
“He who saves. The one who brings us out of the darkness of the devil!”
“Savior! Finally, finally, I see you!”
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The cry gradually grew louder and became a truth that could not be hidden.
The truth, not the truth that fills the world like that.
In the end, the referee was also able to see the truth.
“Black lightning punch! Black Lightning Punch!”
“Black lightning punch! “She is a warrior!”
What should I compare this crowd to? cloud? Tsunami? Or colorful dots? Or else… … .
“You look like an ant.”
“yes?”
“Look at this crowd. “Isn’t it like ants that are bustling around?”
Rebecca, a woman called a saint by some, mutters in a cold voice.
“Professor, you are like an ant to people.”
In fact, the referee’s point was correct.
Rebecca, who is called a saint by people, called her a dog when she saw people gathered together. If there were other people around, they would have literally flooded social media with surprise.
But Rebecca seemed to have no intention of stopping.
“Oh, was ‘ant’ a too mild expression? Earthworms, cockroaches… … .”
“Stop, stop!”
The referee stops Rebecca by fluttering.
However, with the referee’s height, it was not easy to stop Rebecca.
So Rebecca was able to continue talking easily.
“Fanatics.”
“yes?”
“Okay, I think this analogy is the most appropriate. dervish.”
A truly absurd analogy. Why does Rebecca call people fanatics? The referee could not hide this question and showed it on his face.
Rebecca sighed softly and muttered again.
“Referee, have you ever heard of the word ‘last days’?”
“Yes, it’s a word that means the world has reached the end, right?”
“you’re right. “The end of the world, in every religion in the world, there are documents and legends that predict the end times, and in those documents and legends, one person always appears.”
For some reason, it seemed like the referee also knew about that person. Antichrist, Buddha in Hinduism, and countless fallen saints.
“False Messiah.”
Rebecca adjusts her veil and looks at the referee.
“Referee, what is another word for hero?”
“Um, savior?”
“you’re right. Other words for warrior are messiah, prophet, and savior.”
Then I raised my head and looked at the people gathered at New Seoul Plaza. I just continued to look in silence at the countless people gathered under the flag of Seocheon Confucianism with the two symbols of a white long sword representing a holy sword and a gray person representing a warrior.
And Rebecca opens her mouth once again.
“Then what should we call the fallen warrior?”
What should we call the fallen warrior? If the warrior is the Messiah, savior and prophet, then the fallen warrior is… … .
“False Messiah?”
“You’re a smart student, referee. “You guessed Ms. Yumari’s identity right away.”
The referee’s voice begins to become urgent as Rebecca’s cold smile shines through the veil.
“Professor, you decided not to eliminate Marie.”
“I did.”
Rebecca said.
“To be precise, it cannot be removed.”
“yes?”
“Miss Marie, a fallen warrior, is much stronger than Professor Rusa, who is a non-fighter among our professors. And the Seocheon Yuga is the strongest superhuman family in the human world and is more powerful than our academy. Plus… … .”
“Besides that?”
“Doorman, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, will be guarding her side, as will the Demon Lord’s army and the corrupt guilds.”
Rebecca’s voice gets faster little by little.
“The other side must have set up numerous traps in anticipation of our arrival. “That crowd is probably one of the traps.”
“The crowds are a trap… … .”
“Yes, if we try to subdue the Xichuan Yuga and Miss Mari, we will immediately become enemies of the human world and fight to the death against the same human race.”
Rebecca’s voice was now moving beyond fast and into the realm of excitement.
“Everyone will insult you and hate you, and make that into justice.”
“okay.”
“You won’t be able to last.”
“Maybe so.”
The saint’s face distorted little by little, revealing a simple feeling of sadness. It was the look of a woman trying to hold back her heartache.
“But are you really planning to go to Xichuan Confucianism and save Yumari?”
“Uhm. I know you will be against it. “But I have to go.”
And the referee smiled.
* * *
The referee was left with numerous questions and could barely wipe away his tears.
“So Professor, did you come up with an answer?”
And the referee realized his feelings.
Why did he think of that sky?
The professors, who knew that they were corrupt and would destroy the world, did not immediately give the correct answer but waited.
How should I express that?
‘trust… … .’
The referee who remembered this word smiled slightly.
‘I see. ‘The professors believed in me.’
trust. A word that is so unfamiliar, but somehow floats deep in my heart. The referee kept those words in his heart and waited for the answer from swordsman Park Jin-ho and the other professors.
‘But the answer is that there is no choice. Okay, whatever the answer is… … .’
So the referee was not afraid to hear the answer to this question.
Even if the answer is that there is nothing you can do, it is because someone believed in you.
Between moments, longer than a moment and shorter than eternity.
Jinho Park opened his mouth to answer the question.
“I won’t answer.”
“yes?”
“I will not answer the military’s questions.”
I can’t believe you won’t answer.
What on earth does this mean?
“Professor, what on earth?”
“Referee. “Professor Bonn, no, I am.”
Iron Blood, a cold title obtained by answering a dark question. The man with that title warmly hugged the referee’s shoulder.
And Sanghyeol trembled little by little.
I had to sacrifice my colleagues to stop the devil.
The rift had to be closed while giving up countless people.
What kind of answers were to be given to such questions?
“I finally found out.”
That was my first time as a referee.
I could see the tears of the man called Iron Blood.
“Some questions don’t need answers.”
While holding on to the referee.
Sanghyeol said while sobbing.
“I finally found out about it.”
* * *
“You’re on the verge of corruption, but you’re going to save another corrupter?”
It was a voice full of earnestness.
In a way, it was also a shout.
“The devil is a person who reads karma. I’m sure they expect you to go rescue that girl. “Definitely!”
Rebecca shouted again.
“Referee, please answer. How on earth are you going to save Miss Marie? yes?”
“I won’t answer.”
“Referee… … !”
At the same time, the referee gently hit his head like a bad boy.
“Some questions don’t need answers.”
So the referee left an answer that wasn’t an answer.
I headed towards New Seoul Plaza.
fantasy,
