Episode 98: An angel meets the dean (3)
The surprised Dean raised his head and took a closer look at the boy on Rebecca’s back.
A light that embodies the morning, the end of the night, and the eternal light of heaven, and warmly illuminates the world rather than an overtly scorching sun.
That color of blonde.
A neutral off-white color that any mortal who is lonely and longs for someone of the opposite sex, a person of the opposite sex, would reach out for.
That kind of beauty.
For the first time in a long time, the Dean felt the way he had when meeting his own people. The name of that emotion was ‘fear.’
‘Besides, this looks like… … .’
The dean couldn’t help but think of the angel he feared the most.
‘It’s like a referee on earth. That monstrous archangel… A tyrant who extinguished civilization and exterminated subspecies of humanity without even changing his expression.’
And he was an angel higher than himself.
A high-ranking angel that the dean could not handle.
Tyrant Angel Referee.
‘No, there are no angels left on earth. Besides, I feel almost no karma from that boy.’
The dean’s hand trembled slightly, and he carefully touched the referee’s face.
“This kid, what’s his name?”
“It’s called the referee.”
“Referee? Considering what it looks like, it’s a fitting name… … .”
The Dean said, ‘It’s also a really scary name.’ I swallowed those words. These people don’t know much about angels. Even Rebecca, the saint of the church.
The story of those emotionless and cruel angels, and even the story of how one of the highest flying people fell and became the devil.
Because it wasn’t worth bringing up.
“So, do you want me to use the power of the Archangel to heal the world to heal this child?”
“That’s right. please.”
“Using power requires a lot of karma. “Now that the Demon King’s army is knocking on humanity’s door, do you think it’s right to waste karma for this child?”
Park Jin-ho could not answer.
Once again, lying doesn’t work in front of the dean.
“I don’t think it’s right. But I hope.”
Park Jin-ho had transparent tears in his eyes.
“Please save this child.”
“No, you who are called Iron Blood are crying… … ?”
A girl who somehow resembles a referee.
The dean frowned as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Rusa, what happened to Jinho?”
The girl, as beautiful as an angel, looked at Rusa as if hoping for help.
“Think about it carefully. Is this the right thing to do for the world? … .”
Lusa, a cynical and eccentric elf who doesn’t know how to care for people.
‘Rusa is a tough elf, even to me. If it’s that kind of Lusa, it’s definitely… … .’
A Rusa like that would definitely stop Park Jin-ho from going on a rampage and make the professors realize that karma that will change the world is more important than this one boy.
“Rusa?”
However, Rusa, too, with tears in her eyes, threw away all of her anti-authoritarianism and politely knelt before the dean.
The Dean has lived for thousands of years and has experienced so much.
So I thought there would be no more surprises in the future.
In an age where angels disappeared so long ago, a boy who looked like an angel was brought in.
And the professors who abandoned their humanity to protect the world carefully protect the boy as if they had regained their humanity again.
Both of these incidents were surprising enough.
‘The heroes of this era, the professors, are beyond my control? Just because of that one boy?’
The Dean looked at Hexie with one last hope.
‘okay. What if it’s Hexi?’
Hexi, the legacy of the artificial warrior project.
And the last princess.
‘Hexi is ultimately a creature similar to a warrior, so it cannot escape the dependence of karma.’
A warrior is someone who changes the world. why?
Because if you can’t change the world, you don’t deserve to be called a hero.
In the end, if one fails to create a fundamentally new world, he or she is only a hero, not a warrior.
‘There were many heroes stronger than the warriors until now. In some ways, the current professors are much stronger than the old warriors.’
But they cannot change the world.
Because these are not warriors. This is because they are not chosen by karma.
‘In the end, a warrior needs karma. And the same goes for artificial heroes… … .’
The only being in this world who can provide karma. There was no way Hexie would be hostile towards him, the only angel left on earth.
The dean believed so.
“Hexie?”
“Dean, please treat this child quickly.”
But such faith is always shattered. Looking at Hexie, who had already half-drawn her bow, the Dean lowered his head and muttered.
“… okay. “I got it.”
What on earth is that boy, and why are the professors doing this?
‘There’s absolutely no way it’s a referee. There was no way there were angels left on earth in the first place… … .’
That can’t be possible. Lepriel is an emotionless heavenly doll. He has never smiled at people, and he has never grieved with them.
There is no way professors would feel that much attachment to such a cold-hearted being.
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‘If it’s not Lepriel… … .’
Although it was karma collected to deal with the Demon King, this amount could have been used to provide mental stability to the professors.
No, actually, it was really tight.
‘I can’t help it. Rather than fighting with professors over such a ridiculous incident… … .’
The dean made up his mind.
“okay. “I will treat you.”
The professors’ faces brighten as soon as the dean announces that he will treat the child. The dean was once again surprised by the professors’ expressions and extended his hand to Rebecca.
“… “Dean?”
“Hand over the child. “It’s for treatment.”
Even Saint Rebecca is on guard and tries to protect her child. Rebecca originally hates her heaven, so it’s no wonder she’s wary of herself… … .
‘All the professors, including Rebecca, attach great importance to that boy’s life or death.’
The dean, feeling somewhat pouty, picked up the limp boy and lifted it up.
The boy had a very familiar smell.
A heavenly scent, the scent that comes from someone who flies to the end of the sky and can see the sun setting and the moon rising at the same time.
And a smell that never came from me no matter what I did.
The dean’s hands, holding the boy, began to tremble little by little.
‘No way, no way. no way?’
Feeling complex emotions that were difficult to describe, the dean began to imagine something bad.
‘Is he really an angel? If this child is an angel, he must be a weak angel who has not been given a name.
The heavenly hierarchy is powerful. Plus, it’s complicated.
A hierarchy between the archangels in charge of each Sephira, and a hierarchy between the angels under those archangels. Protecting this hierarchy is close to an instinct as an angel.
‘It’s not easy to refuse.’
That is why heaven fell.
So no one could stop Luciel, who flew the highest, from his rampage, and so most angels followed Luciel’s orders and turned against other angels.
After the simultaneous destruction of the angels, the Demon King was born.
The dean recalled his bitter past, and his dark feelings grew as he looked at the referee.
‘If this child is a low-ranking angel… … .’
There was no way he could refuse his orders.
A young angel who embraces the affections of professors? good night. It was okay for them to be affectionate. Because now this little angel.
Because it will be in your hands.
‘Me too, I’m finally a new recruit… No, are you getting a low-level angel?’
The dean smiled brightly, looked at the professors, and said.
“I will begin treatment, so no one enters my castle.”
Before the dean entered his castle, Rebecca asked again.
“Dean.”
“what?”
“Is that child really an angel?”
The voice of a saintly woman shaking greatly. The dean felt the sadness and hatred in his voice and answered:
“You already know the answer.”
The dean drags the boy into the castle, and the silver door closes behind him with a cooing sound.
“Referee, please.”
None of the professors even thought about leaving the silver door.
“please.”
For the first time in a very long time, they prayed to a heaven that had already disappeared.
Except for Rebecca.
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The silver castle located north of Central Academy, the cold hallways of that castle… A girl was walking around with lupus.
“It will take a lot of karma to heal you, but… … .”
The girl soon arrived at the altar where a boy was lying, and muttered while rubbing his chest.
“But it’s okay.”
Girl, no. Something that looks like a girl is grinning. Although she was clearly a very beautiful girl on the outside… He didn’t look as young as he did when he smiled.
Is it because this girl is a noble being called an angel? no.
If you had to compare it to a certain entity, it would be correct to say that it feels like you are seeing a monster. A very old monster.
“I’m going to use you to get more karma.”
Of course, it wasn’t like the girl’s appearance changed into something grotesque or her face became hideous or anything like that. It just means that the atmosphere changes that way.
The atmosphere.
The girl’s white fingers touch the referee’s heart.
“Active power.”
A gray halo rises above the girl’s head.
“Chicheon’s healing that saves millions of lives.”
Wiggle-
The girl’s angelic power begins to drain.
“Ugh, how many years’ worth of karma are being wasted just to save one low-level angel? therefore… … .”
The girl muttered nervously.
“wake up. Work and pay it off. “Follow your mission.”
Do your best –
An angel is an apostle of heaven.
An apostle is someone who fulfills his mission.
The referee’s eyelids slowly open, and green eyes glow faintly within them.
“Uhm… … .”
The referee thought.
‘It’s cold, I’m hungry…’ … .’
Then he rubbed his eyes and quickly started checking where he was.
“W-Where am I?”
A space where everything is shiny silver.
From the referee’s angelic perspective, it is not simply a silver-colored space.
‘It’s all silver. This space is all made of silver.’
In reality, everything was silver.
The referee was about to think carefully about who on earth would brag about money like this.
“You finally woke up.”
He found a girl standing confidently in front of him.
“… hi?”
“Ha, hello? “Are you short?”
The girl sat on the chair opposite the referee as if she were proud. Of course, this was also a silver chair.
“Well then, get up and do the talent show, no. “Introduce yourself.”
“… … ?”
The referee tilts his head.
Who on earth is this girl asking her to introduce herself?
“Who are you?”
“No, you still don’t know?”
The girl stood up again and shouted proudly.
“I am the dean and the last angel of the Central Academy. It’s Yriel. And from now on, I am also your master.”
Twinkle- The girl patted her shiny blonde hair back and then… … .
“Then why can’t I stand up right away?”
Isn’t that an order?
The referee quietly watched the scene and then looked at the girl who called herself Yriel.
“what? Why don’t you listen to me? Are you ignoring the heavenly hierarchy?”
“I’ve never ignored it.”
The referee shook his head, sighed, and stood up.
“This is the heavenly hierarchy I only heard about through rumors. Lefriel, what is Yriel’s rank?”
“… Le, you mean Lepriel? “What on earth are you talking about?”
Dean Yriel has now realized that the situation is unusual.
“Hmm, I see. “Then there is quite a difference in ranking.”
“hey! A lesser angel! “If you don’t do it in moderation, you can really get scolded!?”
However, the referee did not obey the command.
Why don’t they obey orders?
Is it because the referee is a crazy angel who ignores heavenly hierarchy? or not.
Because he is a much higher angel than Iriel?
“Our new recruit, no… Our lesser angel? Please listen to me… … .”
The referee said while looking at Iriel, who was smiling mischievously.
“Dean.”
“Yes… … ?
The referee gave an order as he watched Iriel run away little by little.
“Come this way.”
The dean tried to step back, but for some reason his steps did not obey him.
“Now, wait a minute.”
The dean advanced little by little.
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