Chapter 28 – Follow-Up (3)
At the academy council meeting convened to deal with the situation, all sorts of heated debates took place. The biggest problem was that Dokgopae, the president, was absent at this time.
“What did the president say?”
One of the councilors asked in a heavy voice.
Befitting the reputation of an invincible warlord, there were countless places to ask for help from Dokgopae despite his old age. Again, he was away to support the invasion of the North Korean erosion zone.
“I got a call about an hour ago. He said he wants the decision to be made in a way that respects the victim’s opinion as much as possible.”
Instead of President Dokgopae, Jangbaek Swordsman Koh Seung-bin, who hosted the meeting, answered calmly.
“When did the President say you would be back?”
“They say they will arrive this evening. He said he has class tomorrow…”
“It seems that the president has high expectations for the first year cadets. As long as you take the class yourself.”
“Yes, it is. It’s because the tax-saving equipment gathered at once.”
Cheon Ha-yeon, Kim Moo-gong, and Midsummer.
Like Dok-go-pae, Ko Seung-bin was also a cadet to keep an eye on.
“Muksudae advisor. Did you get the testimony from Cadet Jiah Lee?”
“Yes. He earnestly asked for mercy for the cadets of Shinari. They say they don’t want to be punished.”
Professor Chungha stepped forward and answered. A murmur grew louder around him.
“Even though they are victims of intimidation, it doesn’t make sense to not punish them at all. It is absolutely unacceptable for a soldier of the political faction to give in to the threats of cult gangsters! It is necessary to punish Shinari cadets by setting an example!”
The old professor shouted in a croaky voice.
“Yes. As long as the causal relationship is clear, it would be unreasonable to not punish at all. However, there is also a word from the president, so as the president’s deputy, I would like to end the punishment by ordering 100 hours of on-campus volunteering for the cadets of Shinari. Do you all agree?”
Go Seung-bin, who was lost in thought for a moment, brought out his words. The lawmakers who exchanged glances with each other nodded one by one.
“I agree.”
“I ask again.”
After the more lenient punishment for Shinari was over, the council was disbanded as it was.
Mo Yong-seong, who attended as a member of the council as the president of the student council, stepped forward with a firm expression.
“Chairman, don’t you look bad?”
Beatrice tilted her head and followed.
“It is my mistake.”
By turning the Muksudae to internal security, a gap was created.
If there was one more day, the Iron Sword Corps would have been on guard, so it wouldn’t have developed into a big problem.
The unidentified enemy called Blood Bridge aimed at that minute gap.
“I can’t help it. Aren’t you the president?”
Mo Yongseong sighed, pressing her forehead with her fingers.
“No, this is the result of my carelessness.”
I wonder if something will happen in the vicinity of the academy during that day.
To some extent, I thought so.
“I’m glad it didn’t lead to a major incident. Because no one died.”
“…Did you say that it was Kim Mu-gong’s cadet who prevented the disaster?”
“Is that so? I don’t know what kind of talent the first year cadet did. It must have been a fluke to beat Kim Yong.”
Widely. Mo Yong-seong, who had stopped in place for a moment and was lost in thought, opened his mouth.
“I need to meet you.”
“Can I go too? Just because I was curious too. What kind of person is our junior?”
“Okay. Go with me.”
Unseen by Mo Yong-seong, Beatrice twisted his body slightly and smiled bewitchingly.
***
“I am going to die. I can’t lift my arm because of muscle pain.”
Midsummer pouted her eyes.
“Cultivation is originally exhausting.”
“If you try to imitate Cheon Ha-yeon, you won’t feel anything.”
“Let’s go quickly. Return time will be late.”
In the aftermath of yesterday’s all-day training, they both washed up and passed out as soon as they got home. I didn’t even have the strength to lift a spoon, so of course I couldn’t even think of sex or anything.
“It’s closed today anyway.”
A cadet was attacked and seriously injured near the academy, but there was no way the class would go smoothly.
However, classes are classes, and according to regulations, returning to the dormitory had to be done as scheduled.
“If you want to volunteer on campus, come late.”
“I hate that.”
Holding Midsummer’s hand, I quickly reached her dormitory area.
“See you later at lunch.”
“Ugh.”
Approaching the flower bed in front of the dormitory building close to the high-rise building, I saw a “Man” With a familiar appearance.
Cheon Ha-yeon sat on the bench calmly with her eyes half-opened.
“What are you doing here?”
“Are you here?”
“For awhile.”
After reporting for return, I came out again and came near Cheonhayeon.
“Thank you. I lived thanks to you.”
“I am. That’s because he got a clue about the blood bridge. The Protestant Church, which was suspicious of the Blood Church’s actions, will begin to actively respond with this incident.”
“…I see.”
The Heavenly Demon God raises his crouching body.
To say it’s just one incident, I’m not sure how far the ripple effect of this incident will reach.
“I’m just saying it now, but there were some forces within the Protestant church who were dissatisfied with hanging out with the political faction. But now it doesn’t matter.”
“Have you got an enemy called Blood Religion?”
“Okay. As long as blood ties remain secretive, Protestantism will no longer be divided. Thanks to you.”
Chun Ha-yeon smiled mischievously.
“I didn’t even think about that until then.”
Prevent a murder from happening right in front of your nose.
It was from a very simple motive.
“So it is.”
Cheon Ha-yeon stared blankly at me.
Chun Ha-yeon, who hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips.
“What?”
“…I wish I could visit the Protestant Church sometime.”
“Me?”
“Of course. Who else but you is here?”
Cheon Ha-yeon said in a strangely pouty tone.
“Isn’t it Jeju Island for Protestantism?”
“Okay.”
Shingo of the day was no different from the ruler of Jeju.
Originally, there was no clear Moorim power in Jeju, and other groups also preferred to stay within Jeju rather than having Protestants land on land.
Thanks to this, Shingyo was able to settle down smoothly in Jeju.
“What am I going to do when I go to the Protestant Church?”
“…The headmaster said he was interested in you.”
Pontiff.
The moment I heard that word, I was speechless.
Priest of the Protestant Church.
In other words, the ‘Cheonma of the time’ was also the father of Cheon Ha-yeon.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. You’re not the type to worry about trivial things.”
Almost everyone says Dokgopae, the invincible warlord, is the best in the world.
However, the Protestants did not agree with that.
The Heavenly Horse was a being that was no different from the god of Shingo, and of course, to the people of Shingo, the first person in the world was not a single person, but a ‘Cheonma’.
“Isn’t it urgent?”
“Of course. If you don’t have enough time, it’s okay even during vacation. The timing is up to you.”
“Okay. If you have time, go.”
It’s a Protestant group. I’ve visited it a few times in the game.
Of course, I haven’t even seen Cheonma Palace near Baeknokdam in Hallasan Mountain.
As long as they kept what they wanted to protect, the Heavenly Demonic Church was a group that had nothing to fear.
***
“So, did Cheon Ha-yeon invite us to Shinkyo?”
Midsummer spoke with a mouth full of cake and mumbling.
“Yumma, eat everything and talk. Not even a squirrel.”
“You mean that cute?”
“No, I was talking about the squirrel. What a cute thing.”
“I like squirrels too. You’re cute.”
Gulp. Midsummer took a big bite and sucked her coffee through a straw.
After lunch, our route was always to a nearby cafe.
Do you have to eat dessert?
“Do you eat rice like that and have dessert?”
“You have to eat a lot to recover your muscles. And dessert pears are separate.”
Midsummer stroked her stomach with a satisfied expression.
“Look at the stomach.”
“Didn’t you come out?”
Midsummer lifted her clothes so that only I could see them.
It was firm, but her pure white belly was exposed as it was.
“Hey, what if someone sees it?”
“Come on, Kim Mu-gong. Are you jealous?”
Midsummer covered her mouth and laughed briskly.
“…How on earth do you accept this as jealousy?”
Is this what it means to have a pure brain?
She let out a deep sigh.
“Then is it okay for someone to look at my body?”
“Let’s stop talking crazy.”
“You’re right to be jealous. Don’t worry. I won’t show it to anyone but you.”
I don’t know why, but she naturally restrained her mouth from twitching.
“Okay, so just eat it.”
Wiping the cake cream from her mouth with a wet tissue, she shook her head.
In this case, it is also calm without resistance.
She stared blankly in front of her as she watched Midsummer eat.
In the meantime, I saw a heterogeneous man and woman open the cafe door and come in.
A man dressed entirely in white under her hair and wearing a silver sword around her waist.
The other was a woman with bright pink hair that stood out to her.
They came straight towards us.
“Cadet Kim Mu-gong, right?”
The man looked at me and opened her mouth.
“That’s right. Who are you?”
“Student President, Mo Yong-seong.”
“I am vice president. Bathory Beatrice.”
A woman sneaked in from the side.
“What are you two doing here?”
Of course, Moyongseong, who would later be called the Sword Saint, knew it.
Beatrice.
However, this woman was at a loss.
From her hair to her name, everything was foreign, so there was no way she wouldn’t know.
Mo Yong-seong looked at me and her midsummer, and then she spoke again.
“Are you a lover?”
“You can see that they are roughly the same.”
“Yes?”
Midsummer tilted her head at my words.
“Then it doesn’t matter. Can I sit down for a bit?”
“Yes.”
When I expressed my acceptance, Mo Yong-seong and Beatrice removed the chair and sat down.
When we sit together like this, it feels like the table for four is fully occupied.
“I heard from Professor Chungha. You solved the case?”
“Roughly, yes.”
“Don’t make a suggestion. Enter the Muksudae.”
Mo Yong-seong handed over a rather sudden proposal.
And at the same time, he also realized who Beatrice was, sending a bewitching smile beside Mo Yong-seong.
The name Bathory Beatrice is a pseudonym.
I never expected that he would be using a foreign pseudonym.
Everyone seemed to accept her naturally because of her heterogeneous appearance, but her original name was.
‘Jegalhye.’
The worst witch who announced the beginning of the blood bridge crisis met her eyes with me and smiled.
