Chapter 158 – Annoying Attention
Promising to come again tomorrow, I left Mr. Blan’s house and headed straight for the floating island.
Is it because I lost the game? Strangely, my heart was empty, so instead of running as usual, I rode in a carriage.
It wasn’t the usual luxurious wagon, but the carriage run by Sanghaeng was not very comfortable to ride.
Still, the stranger’s strong body didn’t matter much, as there was no rattle or pain in the buttocks.
A name pops into his mind while he is idly entrusting himself to the carriage.
Mullin.
Her full name is probably Mullin Critz. I would have.
My impression is that she is a blonde beauty with a sexiness and a dissolute atmosphere that is not like a priest. That was about it.
She usually wears a veil over her head, so only her face is visible, but she thought she was a pretty sexy beauty nonetheless.
Just by looking at her face, however, she was a priest and not like a priest. The remodeled clothes clearly showed off her voluptuous body, further strengthening the feeling of her sexiness.
The dot at the corner of her mouth was the point that made her sexiness stand out even more.
And when she saw her unveiled on the floating island, she honestly wondered if an angel had descended.
No matter what she was inside, the cleric with her long, sleek blonde hair felt very sacred.
In addition to the old woman’s heart, it is a castle related to God.
She is a nun who shines with an angelic beauty that seems to be out of the world. That is the appearance of a woman named Mullin Fritz.
Well, that’s what she looks like.
Inside her is an old man who has been stale, let alone escaped from her secular world.
I don’t have much of a relationship with her, and I’ve never even mixed her words.
On the floating island, the conversation was all about squeaks and squeaks saying that she supported me, and I couldn’t express my gratitude to her words at that time because I was looking after others.
To the extent that even I, who I was not familiar with, knew, she was the breadwinner for a clergyman.
First of all, I should talk about what an impression befits a clergyman.
To put it briefly and concisely, first of all, a good impression.
Nowadays, priests are described as a dark-hearted and corrupt group in any creation, except for a few, but that’s what the upper heads are like, and ordinary priests usually have a good impression.
Knowing how to give and performing miracles, always respectful words and neat manners are the basics.
Being careful not to wrinkle clothes, avoiding profane items, things like cigarettes, or having a clean image.
Also, as most religions do, they abstain from killing.
And even a faithful look to spread about God.
This would be people’s impression of a good priest.
Now let’s compare Mullin and the good priest.
As mentioned above, it was the first time I met Mullin, and regardless of whether I was acquainted or not, he spat and looked at me with half-hearted words.
Perhaps, she did it because she looked younger than herself.
Just looking at it, he looks older than me, and he can speak kindly.
I’m a guy who can do that even if a guy younger than me speaks plainly, as long as he doesn’t get cocky more than necessary. Really.
But drinking is a bit like that, isn’t it?
You can’t drink because you’re a priest, you old bastard? It could be said, but Mullin’s problem is that he always lives with alcohol.
Seriously, really, I’ve seen it a few times as I happened to pass by, but I’ve never had a drink in my hand.
One time, when I went to rest in the faculty lounge, Mullin was sleeping on the sofa hugging a bottle, so I just left.
Leaving aside the fact that she is not an ordinary person and a priest who should be an example, she is a lecturer.
Drinking while at work is kind of like that.
Speaking of his appearance, his clothes are always spread out while sleeping, but they are surprisingly neat and wrinkle-free.
However, the gesture is not like that.
It looks good if you cross your legs in a sexy way. Smoking a cigarette with the calf part resting on the leg, shaking the leg, or leaning against a chair or sofa…
To be honest, he looks like a hard-working man.
Outwardly, she looks more like a priest than anyone else on the outside, but looking at her behavior, I think she can just be friends with me.
To be honest, I also went in to sleep in the break room.
I just came out thinking what to do if I slept next to a woman and got misunderstood.
Don’t get me wrong.
I think that Mullin, as a priest, has no interest in anyone and is free to do anything as long as it is not a really heinous crime.
However, from the perspective of her as a priest, it is clear that Mullin is a breadwinner.
She said that such a woman was a candidate for sainthood?
How many thousands of lives did she take away from the person who was a candidate for a saint? It’s not the kind of skill that purifies monsters with the light that emerges as an image, and you smashed her head?
What did you mix it with?
A cross? Or a mace?
Conclusion.
She is a corrupted priest
She says it’s depravity, so something’s going on.
Anyway, in terms of Buddhism, Apostate. It would be no different than a craving.
Going to ask about Mr. Blan’s arm from such a person is quite burdensome for me, a person with common sense.
But she can’t stay still.
It’s Mr. Blan’s job that helped me, but I have to do something.
Frankly, there are very few material things that the Hart family cannot give.
In other words, what Mullin wants must be something beyond matter.
That’s something of an item. For example, if it’s something that drops when you catch a monster, there’s room for me to play an active role.
Do you know She says Mullin is someone she values her fellow instructors.
Let’s go while simulating a conversation with Mullin.
[Okay. Try it. I will help you.]
Has this bastard’s battery been recharged?
[Oops. You are the hero who saved the floating island, Mr. Dre?!]
…
…
[Answer me, kid. Isn’t it embarrassing?]
It’s a voice that’s not embarrassing at all.
My face is all hot, you bastard.
[I simulated the route that is best for the youngest child.]
That’s just an illusion
After struggling with shame, I quickly arrived at the warp gate.
Come to think of it, the voice of the woman who spoke to me when I used the warp gate for the first time that I had heard before was no longer heard after that.
The woman she had seen in her dreams.
Who was that
[Don’t act like you don’t know by guessing. There are degrees of boundaries.]
Shut up.
…I don’t know who exactly. Just guessing the name.
Perhaps, she is one of my subjects.
If you look at the fact that Allnist cut off from Ga…, It must be a deity with a name that starts with Ga.
And if you think about the famous names among the goddesses, the answer comes out… But why?
I think it must be a divinity that is completely different from that myth.
Even if I thought about it, it wasn’t a question with an answer, so let’s forget it for now.
I passed through the warp gate and ran to the floating elevator.
Just in time, there was an elevator coming down to the ground.
They rarely come down except for school in the morning, so they should all be stopped on the floor where the World Tree is at this time.
But in front of the elevator, a woman in school uniform was just getting off the elevator.
Somehow it looks familiar.
Probably someone you know
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
As I got closer, Ama changed to the same.
It’s clari
He is looking at me with his arms crossed and his small mouth open in a haughty gesture as usual.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Clair.”
“…Yes. That’s right. Long time no see.”
Clarir was still like ice.
I thought it might have been a bit harmful to me because you helped me the other day, but that’s not the case.
Well, this is like Clair.
Awesome and cold… Pretty.
Even if it’s a fucking bitch, pretty things are really pretty.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to the academy.”
“That’s normal.”
I shrugged, and Clarir, who sighed as if his head hurt, turned him around.
“?”
“Is there anything you want to say?”
“No, weren’t you going to the mall right now?”
“I was just looking at the scenery until the elevator arrived.”
“Hmm.”
Let’s see if it is.
It may not be amicable, but the two climbed on top of the transparent elevator, officially called the floating elevator.
Boooung.
A strange sense of floating and the thrill of the ground quickly moving away.
It’s fun to ride anytime.
“You look happy.”
“Because it’s fun.”
“Is that so.”
Silence.
I don’t have long conversations with him.
I don’t feel particularly uncomfortable, but it’s different from Clair’s point of view, so she spoke with an awkward feeling.
“The school and the royal family. I heard you won awards in both places.”
“I don’t remember receiving any awards from the academy, even if it’s the royal family.”
“You’ve been given the right to choose your students. That would be an unconventional right to give to a new instructor.”
“?”
The right to choose students?
Have you ever heard of such a thing?
Principal Sam mentioned it, but she wondered if she had forgotten.
Did you miss it on purpose?
“So, have you decided what to teach?”
“I’ve got a rough direction.”
Are you worried? What’s up?
But the next moment, when I saw her frown, I thought I said something wrong.
“Outline?”
“…”
“…Mr. Dre. I thought you were a pretty serious person.”
“Oh, yes.”
“However, that sincerity is used to improve one’s own skills, but it seems that it is not displayed for others.”
“…”
“Do you understand, Mr. Dre? Lectures by instructors belonging to Frunard Academy are classy and high-level classes that everyone in the world wants to receive. It’s such a high level that it’s hard…”
No shit
Ji is my wife. What is it? Why are you nagging
My dad didn’t have a wife, so I’m not sure, but he feels like a husband being abused by his wife.
There were people who said they were happy when they had a family. Can you feel happy with this kind of thing? It’s just annoying.
Is there anything to turn the topic around? Issue…
There is nothing.
Is there any topic that I can talk about how much contact I have with him.
…Come to think of it, there is one.
I was genuinely curious.
“Your face is all better.”
“Why are you turning around? Now about your attitude as a lecturer…”
“It’s fortunate. She has a very pretty face, and if she doesn’t get better, Mr. Clair’s usual behavior will look bad.”
Hearing the nagging made me angry, so I turned around and said that you were a bitch with only a face, but the silence was long.
…Are you mad?
Scared
“…”
“…”
Uh fuck
Fucked.
I didn’t want such a dark reaction…
I break out in a cold sweat without even realizing it.
“…Yes.”
“…?”
Yes?
What do you mean
Is it that you don’t usually behave well?
That’s not true.
I uttered gibberish to settle the situation.
“No, that’s right, even though Mr. Clair has a bit of a strong side, he’s actually kind, tries to take care of others, and is also correct…”
“That’s right…”
Bite your lips
His face is red from how angry he is.
Fuck it really sucks
At times like this, the answer was simply to pray.
No, no. What did the person I know do at a time like this?
Okay. Dad.
Dad was a man who scolded when he was scolded and was angry when he was angry.
Good.
I’d be the same shit if Clarir got angry.
This is a true feminist and gender egalitarian.
Decided.
“Dre!”
“Yes. I was wrong.”
No such thing
Seolseol reporter.
“That, because of that attitude, people misunderstand!”
“?”
“Do you know how polar Hamat is these days, my, my hardships?”
Who is Hamat?
Oh, he was Clair’s boyfriend.
But for a guy, he stutters badly.
“Yes. Well… I’m sorry.”
I don’t know what it was, but I apologized.
“Yes! I have to be really sorry. You’re really… Ah, Ashita is also annoyed by Medeus’s constant beatings because of anxiety…”
I immediately remembered who Medeus was.
A 10-year-old who won a better title than all the luck of being an Ashita boyfriend.
It doesn’t seem like they’re in a deep relationship yet, and I’m not Ashita’s boyfriend, but I’m just pissed off.
But these days, I’m going to have a good time with anxiety?
Why?
“What are you anxious about?”
Clarir looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.
“It wasn’t a very strong relationship, but Ashita seems to be on good terms with you.”
“…Aha.”
What is jealousy?
But Ashita and I were wondering if something like that would happen… And then the other day came to mind.
That sweet, slender body.
Peach scent.
Pleasure at that time.
“…Gulp.”
“Ji, where are you looking and swallowing?!”
“?”
What are you talking about As I thought about it, I unintentionally focused my gaze on her chest.
“It’s a misunderstanding.”
“Noisy…! Shut up now.”
“Yes.”
Just then the elevator arrived.
…Come to think of it, it seems a little slower than usual?
No, it’s obviously slow. I feel like I’m feeling a bit chilly.
The whole elevator seems strangely frozen…
What should I express? Feeling slow enough not to have an accident?
I tilted my head at the strange feeling, but Clarir got off the elevator without looking back.
Well, why would he slow down the elevator?
You would hate me
I got off after him and was relieved that the nagging was over.
At that time. Clarir, who was walking ahead, stopped.
“..Go,”
“?”
“Thank you.”
“…”
I wonder what Clair’s face looked like when she turned around.
As soon as she thought that, she turned her head. Maybe it’s from the naive thought that if you don’t apologize face to face, it’s not an apology.
And as I expected, her cheeks and ears were red.
“Thank you for saving me. If it wasn’t for you, I would have died… But why is my expression like that?”
“How is my expression?”
“Aren’t you smirking!”
“Grind.”
“Profit…!”
Somehow he looks cute
But, like Claire, she soon calmed down and returned to her cold face.
“So, what’s your business? I thought you were busy with outside work because you didn’t go to school today.”
Today too The horse has thorns.
However…
“How did you know I didn’t go to work?”
Even if I go to work, I’ll be around or stuck around, so I wouldn’t know if I went to work or not.
“…There is something like an information network shared between teenage families.”
“It’s not an invasion of privacy.”
“Anyway! What did you come for!”
Why is it victorious
“Mr. Mullin…I’m here to find an instructor.”
Clarir is your opponent, so when calling someone else, let’s do it in a formal way.
“Instructor Mullin…? Why her?”
“I have something to tell you.”
“…”
Clarir seemed to want to ask more questions, but quickly erased that expression and thought about it.
“Instructor Mullin doesn’t take many students and I’m not sure where he is… So I can’t guess where he is. The principal of the church where he usually lives doesn’t allow him to enter until class is over.”
How long had Divi slept in the cathedral before the principal even banned it?
“Because I’m a priest, wouldn’t it be somewhere that gives off a somewhat holy feeling? Why? Like the monument in front of the World Tree’s central auditorium.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Dre. Hmm… If it’s Instructor Mullin, it seems like it doesn’t matter if it’s sunny or soft… You don’t seem to notice people, but you don’t like having someone around you when you’re sleeping…”
I think you’re more rude, bitch.
Like this. Mullin must be lazy enough that even her students know she loves to sleep.
“…First of all, let’s go to the grounds of the combat department. There are a lot of trees and the sun is just right, so it’s good for a good night’s sleep.”
“Yes. By the way, can you not take care of Mr. Clair?”
“I have nothing to do.”
“Is that so?”
Then what’s that?
We moved to the battlefield of the combat department.
Riding a warp gate that was restored some time ago!
It’s my first time riding it, and it’s quite fun.
“It’s convenient.”
“For us, this is our daily life, and it was very uncomfortable not too long ago.”
“Hmm.”
“Come to think of it, did you talk to the Lord of the White Tower?”
“? White Tower?”
“Are you more familiar with the title Baekmaju?”
Ah.
The bastard who tried to sacrifice Ashita.
“Why is he?”
“A bastard… Not too long ago, the White Horse came to our Blizzar family and talked with the head of the family. At that time, he told me that he would visit Mr. Dre soon.”
“Is that so?”
You didn’t come to me, you bastard.
But what are you talking about?
Well, if you’re sorry, Ji will come to you.
If you talk shit, it’s enough if you lose.
As we moved, we talked in detail about other people.
After talking a little with him, the conversation is quite comfortable.
It feels like seeing an unexpected side.
I don’t know how Clarir will be, but I hope she will too.
…
…
Huh?
Wait a minute, in our conversation now, it seems that for some reason someone is not mentioned.
Who was it? I also talked about things like Hamat and Medeus.
Is he the one I don’t even want to think about? So, what about Kaitsun?
Uh? When I say kits, I think someone else will come to mind…
Oh sleep
I feel like I’m really important to something, but I think I’m not, but in the end, I think I forgot something important.
It was very important and noble, but for some reason I forgot…?
It’s not something I don’t want to remember, but the only time I forget it is when I thought it would be okay to leave it as it is.
No the fuck who is that?
Who who…!
At that time, I felt a familiar radio wave.
It was a system.
Tring!
What the fuck
I’m busy.
But I couldn’t help but be a little serious after reading the sentence.
[The dragon god ? Sends a message.]
Yongshin.
The highest level deity who said he would help me and actually helped me.
He would be ignored by other gods, but it was hard to ignore him because he showed favor to a mighty god who had to be a god.
Let’s see what you’re talking about.
[Dear. Don’t worry, I have a favor to ask…
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep the sun from reaching you, so can’t you meet me?]
It’s okay to meet you… I’m worried that something unknown will intrude like I had a conversation with Allnist the other day…
…Huh? Huh?
For a moment. Yongshin. Dragon…
Dragon…?
The revived warp gate.
The… Seal that bastard Kitz was referring to.
Ah.
“Ah!!!”
“?!”
At my cry, Clarir jumped up like a cat.
But it’s not the time to care about that.
“Frostia…!”
I completely forgot!
