An Angel Lives in the Academy Chapter 28

Episode 28: The Angel Who Draws the Holy Sword (5)

What is your identity?

Although the sentence itself was short, it was also a question that contained a lot of content. no way… no way… … .

‘no way… ‘Do you realize that my species is not human?’

It was the referee who realized that the situation was taking an unusual turn. Surely he didn’t find out that he was an angel who fell to earth? If he is caught, he will be taken away as a subject of research along with the suspicious energy called angel power.

Such a thing had to be absolutely avoided.

“My identity? My parents were neither from another world nor from a different race; they were just Korean. “It’s real.”

Fortunately, this was the best answer. It was a fact that the past life referee’s parents were human and Korean.

Naturally, having parents like that, it follows that the referee is also an ordinary human being. This is the logic angel referee’s answer.

And of course… … .

The beads remained white.

Because it wasn’t a lie.

“Hmm. I’m not asking that. To be more specific… “I’m curious about your past.”

It’s the past.

Why on earth are you asking that?

The referee roughly guessed Rebecca’s intentions.

‘… Now Rebecca sees me as a user of divine power who is pure and full of faith in heaven. That’s why they’re asking about my identity and about my past. Perhaps he is trying to prove that he is full of faith through such an answer.’

So, the referee had to show that his faith was now worn down and that his heart would not be hurt even if he was unable to draw the holy sword or even received divine punishment.

In that case, we have to talk about the past.

‘My past… … .’

Of course, I don’t want to talk about it because it’s private.

Moreover, the referee’s past… … .

‘Is there really no other way than to say it? I don’t want to say it… … .’

In the end, the boy hesitated about talking about his past. It was Professor Rebecca who spoke first.

“It’s not fair for you to be the only one talking about the past. I understand.”

She slowly recalled the past.

“Then let me tell you about my past first.”

The initial content was as the referee knew. Rebecca, a saint in this world, was born in a rural area of ​​the empire, and because of her tremendous divine power, she became a nun at the cathedral. As she gradually accumulates her achievements, she eventually reaches the position where she can be called a saint.

“And then the devil’s invasion began.”

After the devil’s invasion begins, Rebecca does everything she can as a saint. Her divine power was more dangerous than any mana, and even though her divine power continued to eat away at her own body, Rebecca did not rest for a single moment.

“But that wasn’t enough.”

However, Rebecca’s efforts alone could not prevent the fall of the empire. And like any civilization in the world, it was prone to madness right before it collapsed.

So was the empire.

“People hoped that a warrior with a holy sword would appear. “I really wanted that like crazy.”

Filled with madness, they hoped that a hero would appear. I so desperately hoped that a hero who could pull out the holy sword would appear.

So I did everything I could.

Rebecca revealed the deep burns she had hidden behind her nun’s clothes.

“It is the price of receiving divine punishment. When I failed, my mother, my younger brother, and my younger sister, who could not even speak yet, were burned to death one after another because they had the slightest chance of conceiving me.”

Rebecca muttered as if she was possessed by something.

“Ah, I really don’t want to see something like that again. Even if they are my enemies, I will never see them like that again… … .”

It was such a sad story that it was painful for the referee listening. However, Rebecca continued speaking with a calm expression.

“So I don’t believe in anything anymore.”

And then he smiled softly and grabbed the referee’s shoulder.

“And I will never use my divine power for people again.”

A somewhat distorted smile.

There was madness in her expression.

“never.”

The referee who heard all this felt something was strange. I had an intuitive feeling. The feeling is that he is making a huge mistake.

‘Wait a minute, this story doesn’t make sense.’

Obviously, Rebecca said, ‘Ah, I really don’t want to see something like that again. Even if they are my enemies, I will never see them like that again… … .’ He said.

Then, the assumption that the reason Rebecca opened the door to the sanctuary arbitrarily in her past life was ‘to watch the moon cats try to pull out the holy sword and fail’ is not correct.

Then why did you open the door to the sanctuary?

‘I see. It wasn’t Rebecca’s will that opened the door, but the other professors’ will. Perhaps the Dean or Vice Dean Park Jin-ho… … .’

Why did the other professors instruct Rebecca to open the door to the sanctuary? What if the moon cats succeed in stealing the real holy sword?

‘As expected last time… No matter how much of a genius Soya is, there’s no way Klein wouldn’t notice her opening the gate inside Central Academy. Moreover, no matter how excellent the moon cats are as sources of information, they cannot beat the information power of the Central Academy. ‘I guess this operation has already been discovered.’

This was something I guessed last time.

then… … .

A simple conclusion could be drawn.

‘This is a trap. The professors believe that the moon cats under the devil’s curse will naturally become corrupted, so they are planning to use this opportunity to exterminate them all.’

Perhaps, considering the cruelty of the professors, the entire Nine Myo Fortress… … .

It finally made sense. As soon as those proud moon cats failed in their mission, they went under the spell of the devil who cursed them… Why did Hongwol in his previous life hate the Central Academy… … .

‘The ones who truly failed in the operation were the professors, not the moon cats! The professors succeeded in killing Chief Jeokwol and the elders… In the end, I couldn’t kill Hongwol.’

It is highly likely that Hongwol survived because he did not participate in the operation to steal the Holy Sword. Why didn’t she participate? Could it be because she was injured in some way?

It was a story there was no way to know now.

‘However, in this timeline, Hongyue has entered the Central Academy, so of course she is now participating at the forefront of this operation.’

If so, Hongwol dies at the hands of the professors. Moreover, the cows involved will not be safe either. Moreover, if Hongyue, the bloodline of the chieftain, dies, the Nine Myo Fortress will end.

Hundreds of thousands of people living there are also killed.

The referee had a duty to stop.

“… “I’ll just go now.”

There was no reason to be here anymore.

The door will already be open.

The door to death.

“Where are you going? “Didn’t you need my height?”

“The door to the sanctuary is already open.”

“As expected, it’s pretty good. “I can’t believe you’ve already noticed our professors’ plans.”

However, Professor Rebecca’s visit did not take place.

“professor!”

“You haven’t told me about your past yet.”

“professor! Please open it!”

“Why should I open it? “If I open the door, you will burn to death like my brother with your foolish beliefs.”

This is what Professor Rebecca said, ‘I’m like that…’ I’ll never see you again.’ That was the real meaning of . They said that even if they risked the failure of the professors’ well-planned plan, they would not want to see the referee burn while drawing the holy sword.

Rebecca stretched out her hand.

And I grabbed the referee’s hand.

“Referee. Do not go.”

Rattling – No matter what I do, the door won’t open.

‘Soya… Hongwol… … !’

And the vision becomes increasingly hazy.

The boy turned around, holding back his tears.

There was no more hesitation.

“My past is similar to yours.”

“… yes?”

“me too… “I once really hoped that a hero would come down.”

The referee slowly talked about his past. A story about a time when the referee had black hair and didn’t know anything about Central Academy or the Angel Calendar.

“Do you by any chance know the concept of illegitimate children?”

“… yes.”

“I was the illegitimate son of a rich boy from a wealthy family called a chaebol.”

It’s painful.

It’s really painful to talk about this.

but… … .

“That master treated my mother like a toy, not even a human being. So what do I do? A by-product of playing with toys. A being that is nothing… … .”

It’s really hard to bring back those memories from back then. but… … .

“Still, my mom and I trusted that person. Someday… … .”

Someday… … .

That we too could become a normal family.

The young boy had that kind of faith.

“Then, eventually, an incident occurred.”

“Event?”

“Yes, I don’t know how many years you’ve lived in Korea, but chaebol families marry each other. Just like a noble. “The time has come for you to have such a marriage for your own power and wealth.”

The referee closed his eyes and muttered.

“The master was trying to get rid of the toys left behind before the wedding. “I don’t know what problems might arise if I leave it behind.”

The next story was the same as the nightmare the referee always had.

The mother urgently hides the boy under the sofa, fighting and screaming. She didn’t say anything about where her son went until the end.

A boy prayed to heaven dozens or hundreds of times. Please save my mother.

And I waited for the hero I saw in the cartoon movie. Please defeat those villains.

But that prayer did not reach heaven.

The room becomes quiet… … .

There was a small gap where light came through, and blood flowed through that gap. The boy, who held back his tears with all his might, was never able to sleep comfortably again.

“Can you believe it now? I don’t have any feelings of being hurt anymore? “That I don’t believe in anything?”

‘Yes, in order to save those children, this kind of past… I’ll tell you again and again.’

And the beads were still white.

Rebecca muttered with a surprised expression.

“After all, you are similar to me.”

There were tears in Rebecca’s eyes.

“Then why do you…” Are you trying to pull out the holy sword? “Why are you doing this when you say you don’t believe in anything and are disappointed in this world like me!?”

“I can’t wait any longer.”

“… what?”

The referee turned around and said.

“A hero.”

Referee vowed not to read fantasy novels. Because I no longer want to place my hopes on a hero like something out of a fantasy novel.

The referee no longer believed in being a warrior chosen by heaven. What he believes… … .

‘If heaven does not send down a warrior… I will raise a warrior with my own hands. That’s me, the guardian angel of warriors… ‘Because I’m a referee.’

Rattling-

The door that had been tightly closed opened. In the end, Professor Rebecca decided to send a referee.

She couldn’t help but think over the boy’s words.

‘I can’t wait any longer… A hero… So you’re willing to sacrifice yourself to take on the role of a hero…? … .’

Of course it was an illusion.

That’s not what the boy meant.

“too… Such a good kid… I promised myself never to use sacred power again… … .”

Rebecca lowered her head.

“If this happens, I have no choice but to protect you… … !”

In the end, Rebecca couldn’t stop crying. It was the first tear I shed in ten years.

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