Chapter 486 – Episode 486: Academy Secret Room Murder 1
The strange peace in the academy lasted for a while.
Although a few Hwasin cadets were kidnapped, there was no further damage, and it was only a minor theft incident that bothered our research duo due to the vicious actions of the demons, the devil’s subordinates. Even that is being destroyed by a retriever who returned from wandering around the academy.
It would be a bit subtle to call the ink used for drawing magic circles disappearing or the parchment used for making scrolls disappearing and being quickly borrowed from the building next door a ‘terrible incident.’ I complain every morning about having to check what my retriever picks up with his snout, but that’s it.
Wouldn’t you like that peaceful atmosphere?
“Stand, Constellation!”
“What’s the matter? Is your wallet missing? Or a cell phone?”
“No, it’s a murder case!”
Yeji comes running in a huff and looks at me, saying that one of the Hwasin cadets has been murdered.
Since there are no signs of intrusion, and it is impossible to chase them even with magic and incantations, it is probably the devil’s doing. I laugh it off as a joke and say that Toacademy was ruined, but for the residents of this world, it can be seen as a heinous act of terrorism that cannot even be imagined.
But I was wondering why Yeji, who was patrolling, would come back to the dorm and look at me, but her next words clearly explain the situation.
A murder case occurred in an academy equipped with all kinds of magical and shamanic tools to prevent intrusion, and the culprit is believed to be a nightmare, so they have no choice but to come to me. Just as you go to an ophthalmologist if your eyes hurt or an orthopedic surgeon if you have a bone injury, if you get involved with a dream, you have no choice but to come to me, the only dream horse.
“So, what can I do?”
“I’m really sorry, but I was wondering if you could come to the cadet dormitory.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
It is said that the only three psychics in the academy can sense the magical power of a dream demon, but all they can feel is the reverberation left behind by the magic spirit of a dream demon. So, I guess I have no choice but to do the rude thing of asking the Constellation for help.
… Those guys, hair loss will accelerate even more. In a world where men and women are reversed, does hair loss feel like a female disease from a past life?
Suddenly, I remembered the shiny heads of some of the Academy board members coming to stab me in the head, and burst out laughing. I didn’t intend to make fun of people with hair loss, but I find it absurd that hair loss is an incurable disease even in a world where magic, sorcery, supernatural powers, constellations, and divine powers exist.
Even though it’s a world filled with only handsome men and women, that doesn’t mean you’re immune to giving up on self-care or getting older, just like that hypnotist from last time.
“Oh, are you here, Constellation! Sorry for the rude request!”
“No, there was nothing to do, so don’t feel burdened.”
With those rude thoughts in mind, I followed Yeji in and out, and the director of the academy, as expected, bowed his head in this direction. It’s a familiar face, but seeing the sparkling area slightly enlarged makes me feel weak without realizing it.
I guess the Academy thinks I’m being merciful to the same man and often sends that person whenever an incident occurs… Actually, it’s not because he’s a man, it’s just that it looks pitiful to see a bald middle-aged man bowing his head.
So, leaving behind the academy director, who held out the top of his head as a sign of submission, shining under the lights of the dormitory hallway, I entered the dormitory where the murder occurred. The roads and hallways leading to the dormitory were full of Hwashin cadets who had gathered after hearing the rumor, but of course, the inside of the dormitory, which was the scene of the incident, was empty.
Instead, the scene of an incident that can only be seen in cartoons or movies was faithfully implemented. Things that look like white paint with the shape of a corpse drawn on the floor.
“Of course, it’s a dream act, right?”
“That’s right, it smells great.”
White paint in the shape of a corpse, yellow tape with specific clues, and magic tools and magic tools that appear to be used to preserve the crime scene. But what caught the eyes of Yeji Han and I were not those things.
The guards blocking the entrance to the room and the academy directors acted as if they were invisible, as black smoke filled all directions. The magical power of the dream horse that Ha-eun and I have been an incredibly bright purple color, but this one’s magical power is messy and dirty, like ink mixed in a violet paint container.
Yeji’s body must have gradually adapted to the magical power of the dream demon, and she frowns as if she can feel the black aura disturbing the room. The dirty black color mixed with the magical power of the dream demon was like ink, but it felt worse than dirt.
… This is why the psychics came to me to ask for help.
“It’s hard to see, but it’s terrible…”
“How does it look?”
“Hmm, it looks like some kind of horror comic production. It looks like everything is covered in dirty black and white ink. But the cartoon stays still, it flickers like some kind of magic eye, so if you keep looking at it, you will feel…”
“Then don’t come in, but call Ha-eun and ask her to come.”
After saying that, I left Yeji, who stopped at the entrance saying that it would be difficult to get in, and started looking around the inside of the accommodation.
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I lack talent. That’s because they were lucky enough to become the last survivors on Earth where a nuclear war broke out and became a constellation, not because they were collected in recognition of their enormous potential.
But didn’t they say that every three years of Seodanggae is a good harvest? Even though she couldn’t wield a huge amount of magic power and delicate control at the same time as Ha-eun, who had a genius talent for manipulating the magical power of a dream demon and instantly changed her race to a dream city and planted a dream city in her heart, she was able to mimic the controls.
Think of the shimmering magical power as a puzzle made of threads, and gently remove and sort it out to see the flow. Although I couldn’t trace it back right away like Ha-eun, I felt like I could find out what happened.
‘It’s so dirty it’s all scattered around. Even if you know how to wield magical power, you can’t control it?’
As a result, something that felt natural was that the dream demons under the Demon King’s army used their magic promiscuously.
Magical power scattered so promiscuously that even to Yeji’s eyes, it looked like a shimmering ink. It was so messy that it was difficult to simply clean it up because it was strewn in all directions, as if drunk people were waving their arms around.
Still, it feels like neatly organizing a tangled wire, so I become so absorbed in organizing the flow of magic power that I don’t even notice the passage of time.
“Uh, Constellation? Constellation!”
“Something must be going on, right?”
“Oh, sorry! Come in!”
Because of that, Ha-eun, who had received a call from Ye-ji, didn’t even notice her knocking on the door, which almost caused an uproar.
… When I opened the door late, I felt a little sorry to see Ye-ji with her gun drawn, preparing to enter, Ha-eun gathering her magic power with her wings and tail out, and the Academy Director looking like he was about to faint from cold sweat.
I dared to ask the Holy See to help maintain public order at the Academy and made a rude request, so please feel free to harm the Holy See. Rather than criticizing the Academy’s incompetence, wouldn’t fanatics come and hang up anyone involved, whether employees or directors? Of course, without the Academy’s shield, you will be cut off right away.
“Wow, you’ve been sorting this out this whole time? “So you couldn’t hear the sounds outside.”
“Compared to the beginning, it’s a lot more organized.”
“You can just rest, leave it to me…”
Ha-eun strides into the room, leaving behind Isa, who seems to have lost more of her hair. Even though it was half-organized, I entered the middle of the room, looking at the extremely chaotic flow of magic power.
Then, the mana spread outside the door was scattered in all directions, looking like a mushroom spreading spores or an octopus spreading its tentacles. The difference is that, rather than being scattered indiscriminately, it is a wonderful sight where hundreds of strands of magical power are all controlled.
While I sorted out the scattered magic power step by step, Ha-eun started sorting out a hundred or ten strands of magic power at once. Hmm… I wonder if this is how workers who used to produce things by hand would feel if they accepted the factory system.
“Hehe, but thanks to the Holy See, I think we can solve it right away.”
She is amazing, and as I open her mouth while appreciating her magic control that goes beyond common sense, she suddenly starts praising me. For me, it’s just amazing that he can control magical power like that and have a conversation with me at the same time, but he seems to have taken it differently.
Or maybe, due to a slight misunderstanding, he went into a trance state with his tail and wings out and became more obedient.
I don’t know if it’s really because of the little tidying up I did, but the magical powers of the dream horse are starting to take shape under the touch of Ha-eun, who is gently wagging her tail next to me. From what I could see, it was thousands of wires scattered in a mess, but when Ha-eun started organizing them, they started to take shape.
‘It wasn’t just a line…’ …’
In the form of a shadow play that recreates what happened here.
