A Guy Who Hates Neto X Re Reluctantly (？) Does Netori. 92

Chapter 92 – Enter Prunar Academy

Silence and stillness filled the room.
No one opened their mouths.
The silence was so quiet that it seemed like breathing was noisy.
Meanwhile, only Dre moves.

What is that?

The audience, no, everyone here, including the lecturers, needed understanding.
What happened now?
What is that pool of blood?
What happened to the dragon’s corpse…?

Accidents do not catch up with reality.
Eventually, when understanding followed reality, astonishment struck.

“Uh, now…”
“Dragon exploded…?”

There were really only a few people who properly saw Drag’s sword attack.
Ganggeomil was one of them.
Kang Geum-il swallows his saliva with a gulp.
Dre’s sword was fast.
Above all, it was powerful.

‘How did you get the cutting power… ?’

A corpse that the instructors and Kang Geom-il could not completely destroy even if they did their best.
A slash like a Vulcan cannon that cut the dragon’s corpse without any resistance, as if it were an explosion!

Geomil never underestimated Dre until now.
That would also be the case, because even if that kite didn’t do his best, the fight would have been established.
And no matter what twists and turns there were, it was presumed to have subdued Frostia, so I couldn’t see it if I looked low.

That perception was an illusion.
I was looking down on his power in my heart, saying that I did not underestimate it.
Having subdued Frostia, he couldn’t even fathom how great the singularity was.

‘No stranger I know can do that.’

Presumption and reality are completely different.
The fantasy he had been thinking about became a cold reality, and Geomil couldn’t say anything.

‘It’s a guess, but there’s a high possibility that skill points and stats were not used for attack skills. Then what about the defense technique… ? How far is the limit?’

Everything is guesswork
Dreda has already surpassed common sense.
I can’t guess anything.

Is that a skill in the first place?
Even those who have acquired all sorts of upbringing information as a stranger at the top rank do not know such skills.

Dre, whom I thought was a distant junior, looked tall like a giant.
Geomil skipped a spit.

It was not only the talented people who were shocked.
Unsurprisingly, consternation was contagious to the students as well.

Among them was Layette.
Flaon warned her that she might do something, and Gold, who had been wary of Laiet, was at a loss for words.

‘What now?’

Laiet had firsthand experience of how strong a dragon’s corpse was.
Laiet was also among the genius students in the student participation event held by Blut.

As he cast magic directly on the corpse, he understood how out-of-standard a creature called a dragon was.
None of the means she was confident in worked, and her seniors and juniors and instructors who respected her did not use much effort either.

If you didn’t realize the greatness of the dragon, it’s just an amazing sword attack. She could only have felt that way.

But now that I experienced it myself, that situation felt like nothing but a nightmare.
It was split in half in just one blow, and not even a piece of the body was left in the two.
If a dragon is an out-of-spec creature, then who is the author?
What is the right way to describe the man whom Laiet ignored and acted as if he was arguing?

I couldn’t understand.

That strength too. That action too. Despite having that kind of power, he also had a benevolence that didn’t suit him.
I felt a sense of crisis.
The author was someone who shouldn’t be pretending.

His political sense, having lived his whole life as a high-ranking aristocrat, appealed.
I had to choose for my future.
Should I expel the author or try to reconcile…

It’s not just Layette.
As mentioned above, students and everyone paid attention.
And each emotion bloomed.

The narrow-eyed lazy lecturer with a fake dialect is jealous
Any messy-haired schoolboy is in awe.
Respect for a female student with a sword at her waist.
Suspicion from the family of teenagers in blue clothes disguised as ordinary people.
A pretty person who looks like a cute child is interested.
The golden merchant’s heir with his head erect was overbearing.
A girl with a short body and incomparable beauty is love.
A beautiful girl with a scruffy face is distrustful.
A noble witch with a voluptuous figure is ecstatic.
And, the girls who were worried about Dre from the start and some are delighted.

A lot of emotions crossed, but there was a clear difference from before.
If negative emotions such as ignorance and ridicule were prevalent, now positive emotions and awe overflowed.

No, maybe not both.
Right now, the overwhelming majority of emotions are one.

It was the fear of the unknown

No one is a stranger I don’t know what kind of person Yeodere is.

The clothes that seemed shabby were now reflected with aloofness, and the sweaty clothes that were disheveled seemed to be detached from people’s eyes.

The sympathy that some sent him turned to obscenity, and the ridicule to ignorance.
The man now seemed nothing but a grotesque thing wearing a human mask.

Is that man who just smiles at Blut, who has lost his supreme treasure… Is he human?
The instructors felt chills at the moment.

They also knew that Blut disapproved of Dre and quarreled with each other.
If so, is this revenge?
Does it mean that a person with that kind of singularity even has tenacity?

Realistic horror is added to the bizarre.
The unknown only deepens…
No, one thing was certain.

“Dragon Slayer…”
“The dragon slayer…”
“Dragoon…”
“Dragon Slayer…”
“…Dragon Slayer.”

The names are different, but the meaning is the same.
Everyone, no longer regarded the rumors as nonsense.
Regarded as the unmistakable truth.
Eight strangers are unmistakably dragon slayers.

And, another one.
Eight days was no longer a stranger to be ignored.

Never.

***

No more strange voices.
However, one system window was up.

[Soon ? God will repay you.
It is an oath in the name of ?
I hope you enjoy waiting.]

It was meaningless, but I didn’t think it would do any harm, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The system window will warn you again if something is needed.

“You, you… You…!”
“…?”

Why is that, grandpa
Blurt looked at me, then at the bloody floor, and then at the place where the dragon carcass had been placed.
The intervals got shorter and shorter, and my head swung around so much that I wondered if I might have broken my neck.

When I saw the empty face, I twisted it.
I smiled at him and said

“Mrs. Blurt.”
“…”
“I kept my promise.”
“Moore?”

Blut lights up his eyes.
What?
Is your reaction that you said something completely different from what I thought?
What did you expect me to say?
Should I take care of my rights or not?

“As you promised, apologize to me.”
“What, what?! Now, what…?!”
“What is it?”

With a sneer on my lips, I said.

“Are you a person who doesn’t keep promises and has no honor?”

Aigoo twist.
It’s really sweet to go out to the old man who quarreled over everything.
No, to be honest, I’m not sure if I got good grades even now, but looking at the atmosphere right now, it’s definitely at least a passing grade.
Grandpa Blut stared at me, then raised a trembling finger and pointed at me.

“This, this profit… This profit… This profit…”

The reddened face looks like it’s going to collapse at any moment.
Then really uh, billion!! While doing so, he grabbed the back of his neck, gave a squeak, and soon fell over.

“Uh?!”

I quickly supported Grandpa Blut, who was about to collapse.
He was foaming at the mouth and rolling his eyes.

…Why not?

“Medical squad.”

As Alfred murmured briefly, people appeared out of nowhere, took him from my hand, and moved quickly.

It’s ridiculous.
Do you know how hard it was for me?

I’m still training and I’m not familiar with the campus geography, so I run around until my feet are worn out looking for the location of the exam hall, and I don’t know where the entrance is, so I open any door and enter, but hundreds of thousands of people stare at me at once… It was fucking cold.

Still, I was not at ease when I saw an elderly man being carried away, befitting a Korean boy steeped in Confucianism.

But you have to accept the apology.
If you twist, don’t make a promise.

Then someone approached me. He was a yapleno, a man with a relaxed atmosphere, but now his relaxed expression has disappeared and he looks somewhat urgent.
Did you come to praise me?
I waited with joy, like a puppy waiting for a snack.

“Aren’t you serious?”
“Eh.”

At Yapleno’s words, I opened my mouth wide.
Deep sea? What?
Won’t you compliment me?

“No, do you know how valuable that thing is?”
“Uh, yes?”
“A few houses can live with just this blood. But, the corpse of an adult dragon…”

…Oh shit.
Weren’t you supposed to cut up the body?
What am I doing?

As a slave for the rest of my life, I vividly recalled the sight of working until I died.
This is the beginning of self-advocacy.

“I didn’t know if I could break it because it was so easy after taking the test…”
“What, what?”
“It cuts so easily that I thought it was an illusion or something rather than a dragon corpse.”

Yapleno’s eyes changed.
Something strange… It didn’t seem like a good feeling anyway.
Fuck this. Is blood precious?
Did I shake off the blood on my sword on the floor?
Aren’t you supposed to ask that too?
Destruction of evidence

Sereung

When he pulled out the sword, there was still blood on the blade.
Yapleno took a step back and made a very nervous face.

Who cuts you?
What am I supposed to be a killer?
…Is that right?

Come to think of it, did you brush off the blood on your clothes?
It’s something I’ve been wearing since Mirf Village, so it’s kind of attached to it.
I jumped and brushed off the blood on my body, and drew an arc on the floor to wipe off the blood on my sword.

Good.
Satisfied, I saw Yapleno again, and he was taking a fighting pose with nervous eyes.

Misunderstanding deepens.
…Should I just quit my teaching job and run?
It was time to seriously consider running away.

“Excellent.”
“Yes?”

Looking back, Alfred was looking at me with a heated expression somewhere, even though he seemed indifferent.

“Excellent. Stranger. No, eight days of my fellow instructors.”
“…Thank you.”

Okay!
This is this!
I wanted this compliment.
Even if it’s just empty words, I wanted someone to pat me for doing a good job.

“Yes. Shouldn’t it be this much to not be restricted? Khufufu…”

What are you talking about all of a sudden, frighteningly, to yourself?

“Excuse me…”

Beautiful tone.
It is the voice of Emily the Witch.
Her love affair with her was just a few days ago, so her heart still trembles.
Trembling, I turned her head, and Emily’s eyes were staring at me.

If my eyes are not wrong, they are full of likeable eyes.
Do you still have one more fight with Emily…? No, let’s not think of such rubbish.
Isn’t it fortunate that she had a chance to do that even once with a beauty like her?
More than that, can she continue her good relationship with her in the future? Let’s think about something wholesome like that.

Alfred and Emily. Starting with the two of them talking to me, the instructors who had been surrounding us secretly closed the distance.
Their faces were full of curiosity.

“But why did you draw the sword?”

It was Alfred’s question.

“Ah, I did it to shed blood. But should I compensate for the damage to the dragon’s body?”
“It’s a test, so it can’t be. The school will compensate Blut.”

I was finally relieved by Alfred’s plaintive words.

Tring!

Oh shit what else

[Black Dragon Malacia expresses her gratitude to you.
Sooner or later his soul will come, so please comfort him if possible.
Reward: Level up.]

“Oh.”

The reward is strong.
If you level up, you should definitely do it.

But if it’s a black dragon, are you referring to the corpse that spawned earlier?
…
Is there any reason to be grateful…?
If it were me, would this motherfucking motherfucker tear me to pieces? I think I’m going to try to chew it. I wondered if it might be a trap.

At that time, I felt the gaze.
A searching, unpleasant gaze.
At the end of that line of sight, Katz stood.
He stares at me for a moment, then immediately turns his back.

Dog-like pups.
Anyway, I’m fucking pretending that every single action has meaning.

Boooung

I felt a mighty magic power in the air, so I looked up and saw that I, wrapped in a robe, was in darkness. A wizard seemed to advertise.

“Principal!”
“The principal of the academy. It’s Renea!”
“Emrepes…!!”

Whispers of spectators.
That’s right, that’s not Lori, that’s what the headmaster of the set-up was like.
It’s no joke to feel intimidated when you show up like that.
There was a great wizard somewhere, or the force of darkness overflowing.
Even her voice has been altered, so she doesn’t recall the pretty Lori at all.

[Since the dragon’s corpse has disappeared, the instructor qualification exams of the following personnel are inevitably canceled. Instead, we will prepare another event later, so please understand.]

You’re here to take care of yourself.
I had an accident.
You won’t be scolded later…?
…
Getting scolded by that pretty girl, Principal Maud, might be pretty good.

Sensing the slightly different gazes around me, I moved toward the headmaster Sam, who beckoned me to follow him.

***

“Ku-k-k-k-k-k-k-k…”

Ceiling of the test tube.
The old wizard, lightly standing on top of the steel structure, let out a satisfied laugh.

“Really. The one who subdued the perishing dragon.”

On the seal of his robe, a pattern representing the qualifications of an instructor was engraved, and one more pattern was added to it.
It meant communion in the language of magic.
Principal of the Academy. Reporter Lee was thrilled at the appearance of overwhelming talent.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

***

Beep. Beep.

Somewhere on a floating island.

One figure that is completely invisible due to darkness.
When the academy was in full swing, in a secluded place, he stared at the palm-sized machine indifferently.

“…Seven.”

In-young smiles bitterly.

“It was shallow.”

It was the moment when I was about to leave, leaving only those words.

Tring!

The system window, proof of the stranger, rings.
A notification window that brings all sorts of information and quests.
However, for him, the system window was just hardened into a certain purpose from a certain moment.

[A new vigilance target appears.]

“…”

It was written like that in the system window, and there was a list below.
The list, numbering about ten, had names written on it.

[.

.

.

Naald White.

Alfred Lauhaire.

Mullein critz

Emily.

Guess Rupuls Long

Kang Gum-il.

.

.

NEW!! Eight days.]

The black figure blinked at the newly updated name.
Kindly added a postscript below.

[Even if it’s not as much as Kitz, it’s something to be very careful about, so investigate it. Almiraz]

“…”

For a brief moment, the black figure’s eyes lit up, but quickly faded.

Pat!!

After that, there was no sign of anything there.