Episode 101: The Angel Meeting the Dean (6)
The referee had seen a scene like this in an old cartoon. A man knelt in front of another man, and the people around him said, ‘The author of a thousand, one thousand… … .’ and add chuimsae.
The man on the other side, who saw him kneeling, was satisfied and as he was about to return, the man on his knees shouted.
‘I got down on my knees to gain momentum.’
Why?
Suddenly that scene comes to mind.
The referee looked at the blonde girl kneeling in front of him… I thought that now is a situation similar to that cartoon.
The girl was wearing a white dress and looked like she had no special arms.
He squirmed around as if it was uncomfortable to kneel, wondering what the tyrant angel himself would say.
And her angelic, gentle and beautiful face seemed perfect to deceive people.
‘But that’s the scary thing about angels.’
As a referee, you can tell. I noticed it because it was a referee who had been guiding the opponents with an angelic face.
Dean Iriel is now aiming for the referee to be vigilant.
“Dean, wake up.”
The referee said, taking a step back.
“There is no more hierarchy of angels. In the first place, there were only you, me, and the Demon King left in this world who could be called angels… It would be strange to say that there is a hierarchy between the three.”
Of course, in terms of hierarchy, the referee was the lowest among them.
‘… So you should get rid of it.’
If the referee could give orders to Iriel without the referee’s help… Then, did the referee really suggest that we set the hierarchy of angels as non-existent?
‘Of course. see who I am! I mean, I’m an advanced angel referee!’
Well, let’s do something like that.
Anyway, when the referee came out like this, Iriel’s eyes softened slightly, though.
＜It is an angelic thing to gain a little trust from a resurrected angel.>
＜You have acquired angelic power.>
Contrary to the message, Iriel spoke bluntly.
“Hey, it won’t fall over.”
I was happy though. If the referee started giving orders to Iriel on her knees… Iriel thought that the referee had not changed at all from that time, so he would have blown away the number of Donggwijin right away.
I literally knelt down to gain momentum.
The referee had seen such a situation once, and fortunately he was not deceived.
‘I’ve seen Yeriel before. In the war of destruction, after the academy was eventually captured… … .’
After the fall of the academy, the central superintendent, Iriel eventually kneels to the fallen archangel. Iriel said to the referee, ‘I will obey according to the angel’s hierarchy.’ ‘Give me an order.’ sounded the same
The moment the Demon King was so careless, Iriel tried to get along like that.
Of course, despite such sacrifices, the Demon King did not die.
“… … .”
The referee looked at Iriel. Iriel still distrusted the referee and was contemplating what to do with this archangel (impersonation) who had just appeared.
‘It’s clear that I said something like I realized something earlier… It must have been an act to distract me.’
Iriel still doesn’t believe in angels, and if it’s for the sake of this world, she’ll sacrifice everything, including herself.
It was a nonsensical story to change Yriel’s values with just a few conversations.
Still, the referee said it again.
“Iriel, we don’t deserve to sacrifice anything.”
Just like he did to the mooncat clan.
Just like Hexie did.
And just like you did to yourself.
However, the referee was able to gain a lot of angelic power just by telling them that he was not qualified. So, the referee’s words are obviously to some extent… … .
It must have reached the heart of Iriel.
“Chief, don’t even think about preaching.”
“And if the dean wants to sacrifice someone else for the sake of the world… … .”
So the referee had no choice but to say:
“As an angel, I will stop that.”
“… under. As an archangel, you don’t know anything about the world. Seriously, he’s an angel that’s sure to do nothing to protect this world.”
grumble-
The message that comes to mind at that moment.
＜It is truly angelic to gain the trust of a resurrected angel!>
＜You have acquired a large amount of angelic power.>
The referee smiled as he looked at the rising message.
‘After all, if you speak like an angel, you will gain angelic power. This is the angel word… … !’
Wording Angel Referee. A boy who couldn’t earn hundreds of coins with words, but easily earned hundreds of angel powers!
Anyway, Iriel was still grumbling about what the referee had said and was busy accusing him of not knowing anything about the world.
In the end, with one stupid word from the referee, Iriel had only regained her trust in the angel.
Eliel was also an angel.
Even though he experienced death after being betrayed and revived by human greed.
The girl was an angel with wings.
“And Lepriel, please respect me. You are a student, and I am the dean of this huge academy. Do you know?”
The referee nodded.
“And I don’t trust you at all. Be careful as they will keep an eye on you. If I ever tried to judge this world… … .”
Even though I said this, I have already said, “To gain the trust of a resurrected angel… … .> It was the referee who had read the same message.
When the dean acted like this, he couldn’t help but look cute.
“And Flavellum and São Tus? Where did the other one go? really… … .”
And the dean, as if he had made up his mind, told the referee to wait for a while and then ran across the silver hallway.
As Iriel disappeared like that, the referee was only able to look around this large space.
A space where everything is made of silver.
From the large walls and ceiling to the tiny teacup, everything shone in silver. Shelves, chairs, beds, and tables.
Although the castle was beautiful, it was so cold that it felt uninhabitable.
The referee slowly stroked the wall of the castle.
Even though the coldness felt through the silver and the heat of summer had not yet gone, this space felt like mid-winter.
‘How cold is it in winter?’
While the referee was thinking like that.
＜It is like an angel to receive the power of consecrated silver!>＜You have acquired angelic power.>
The referee gained angelic powers simply because he was in this space.
‘Maybe this is why this castle was built entirely of silver… … ?’
The principle was easily understood.
Silver was originally considered a more sacred mineral than gold, and even silver consecrated by a priest was considered the most effective substance against vampires, ghouls, werewolves and demons.
However, it is a space made only of consecrated silver. In addition, if the secret arts of the denomination were combined, it could be viewed as a pseudo-heaven created by human hands.
In such a space, any angel will be able to obtain the angelic power steadily but weakly.
‘then… … .’
It was then that the referee realized why the dean didn’t do outdoor activities and didn’t come out of the castle.
‘Angel killed by the Demon King and resurrected by evil necromancy.’
Such an angel could not be normal.
Perhaps just standing still consumes the power of angels, and without this consecrated castle, normal life would have been impossible.
Still, Iriel persevered.
For a long time, loneliness in this cold castle. The grief that torments the defiled self. The pain felt as the angelic power was consumed.
only for this world.
Iriel was holding out.
‘To protect this world from the demon king, to wash away the angels’ mistakes… … . You are sacrificing yourself.’
The referee’s heart ached.
What the hell did he say while he couldn’t even stop Yiriel’s sacrifice?
“Lefriel, take this.”
At that moment, a voice came from behind. When the referee turned around, a beautiful angelic girl came running with her hands full of something.
In the girl’s arms, it was a small pair of silver shoes.
‘Silver (銀靴).’
The Lepriel in her heart murmured.
‘silver? Are you talking about coins?’
‘No, I’m talking about silver shoes like iron boots and military boots. That’s a real silver coin made with a heavenly vision.’
Shoes made of silver.
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No, I’ve heard of making shoes out of glass… It was the first time the referee heard the sound of making silver shoes.
“It’s a silver coin, and it was made with a heavenly vision… … .”
But the referee spoke as if he knew silver coins well.
A referee who deceives Iriel as if breathing.
Truly… Well, it was the angel itself.
Anyway, that’s not important.
What matters now is this silver coin.
‘Where the hell is this item used?’
The referee carefully touched the silver coin.
A huge message comes to mind at that moment.
—
Silver (SS)
shoe item
Item Attribute: Holy
A time when legends and myths were recorded on maps.
The angels set out to explore the fate that ruled the world in order to lead it in the right direction.
Who the hell decides fate?
Who the hell decides the end?
whoever?
Heaven proclaimed.
If no one decides, we will decide.
We will set the direction of the world.
There is one artifact created in this way, and it is called a silver coin.
Silver coins, angel shoes
It is an item that tracks karma.
Karma is a power that cannot be seen, smelled, tasted or touched. You cannot find karma by any means.
But if you walk with karma, you might be able to feel the direction the karma is flowing.
＜When this item is worn, angel power consumption is reduced!>
＜Wearing this item greatly increases your sense of karma!>
＜This item is SS-level and provides considerable protection to the wearer!>
—
After reading the entire message, the referee carefully thanked Iriel.
“thank you.”
To be honest, the referee received a lot of favor from Iriel. First of all, the grace of the lifesaving man saved his life, and then the grace of the enemy ship who took care of this silver coin.
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No matter how much a referee thinks only of himself, he had no choice but to express his gratitude at this time.
“thanks. Eliel… … .”
“Wow, are you really Lepriel-sama? I can’t believe it.”
Hearing that, Iriel showed an angelic smile for the first time.
“It’s a really long time to see. I wonder if that Lepriel would say thank you to me… … .”
Iriel quietly sat down on the hard silver chair.
The girl sitting on the chair and leaning her chin looked really tired.
the referee said.
“I’ll come to play again.”
“yes?”
Iriel tilted her head. It was as if he had heard an unbelievable sound.
“Um, can’t you?”
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Not knowing what to say, Iriel muttered carefully.
“follow your heart. huh.”
“Then, I’ll see you next time, dean.”
So the referee left. The referee left and met the professors outside, comforted the crying professor, and hugged the crying professor.
And the referee’s friends who are running.
Jack White, Soya, and a few mage and friends. Not to mention Yumari and Mutu and friends. Finally, Hong-Wol and the Swordsman Department cadets.
Iriel was watching it from the balcony, alone.
“Lefriel… Are you really… people… … .”
The referee was surrounded by people, and he looked so warm.
Is there anything more reliable than this landscape? Would that be a sure sign that Lepriel loves this world and is loved?
“… I’m a little jealous.”
Iriel said this in a playful, arrogant way.
At that moment, a unified voice is heard.
“Chief! thank you!”
“thanks!”
“It’s also our dean!”
Dean Iriel’s face turned red and he bowed his head and ran away.
But one thing you can be sure of.
The little angel must have smiled happily.
“I don’t deserve to be thanked… … .”
clearly… … .