Episode 130: The Angel Who Blocks Terror (3)
It’s the art of dealing with karma.
I don’t know what kind of skill it was, but it must have been very powerful.
Mana is magic, energy is magic, and paranormal is supernatural. Then, the skill to deal with the power of karma, which stands at the apex of all those powers… … .
‘Expected to be very, very strong… … !’
The speculative angel referee’s eyes lit up.
The referee said in a voice full of anticipation.
“Yes, please tell me.”
Upon hearing this, Iriel smiled softly once more. The referee’s eyes twinkling with anticipation, and the expression on his desperate expression.
‘This time I can put Lepriel under control.’
As always, Iriel did not believe in angels. Ever since an archangel whom he admired received the title of Demon King who destroys the world, Iriel did not believe in any angels.
Even if Lepriel gets along well… … .
Even if I lose my memories of the cruel past… … .
Eliel opened her mouth.
“Instead, there is a condition.”
“What conditions?”
“If I teach you this technique, you must also do one of my favors someday.”
And Iriel added, ‘As an oath of heaven.’
‘What is the oath of heaven? Is it similar to Mana’s oath?’
Perhaps the word “heaven” is included, so it’s a higher compatibility with the oath of mana. If so, there will be a greater penalty for non-compliance.
“Hmm… … .”
The referee was immediately in trouble. Dean Iriel added a comment as if impatiently after seeing the situation.
“What, you never know when thousands of people will die, are you thinking about this?”
“… What if you ask me like this? A request that increases the number of requests that must be granted to a hundred.”
The referee said seriously. However, Iriel only spit out a cold word with an absurd expression.
“Lefriel, you really lost your memory.”
“Well, what is it? I said it quite seriously. Everyone thinks like this at least once while reading the story of the magic lamp.”
And the referee’s words continued.
“Aside from that, you could ask me to stick with the demon lord, or ask me to kill someone, or to make someone sick.”
“What the hell are you looking at me for?”
Iriel shook her head resolutely.
“No, it would be natural to have such doubts. First of all, I am also a remnant of heaven. And all the celestial remnants left have shattered the world.”
Then, secretly hiding behind the railing, he was muttering something again.
“I talked too much today. tired… This is why I hate outside the blanket… … .”
“No, really! Please let me know soon! I mean, it’s urgent!”
“Then I swear.”
Thousands of innocent people at risk of being wiped out by terrorism. However, the referee has not been able to figure out who is plotting this or where this is happening.
“If you have the skills to deal with karma, are you still a hidden terrorist? We can find it soon.”
“But if you can’t learn it… … .”
“I am the first professor at the academy to teach professors. I am confident in teaching someone.”
Iriel whispered once more.
“I swear quickly.”
In the first place, the other party is an angel full of madness who silently drove the other world into the human world, and they do not know how many people died in the aftermath.
Would such an angel care if thousands more died?
thump- thump-
So this was a battle that the referee had no choice but to lose.
“Whoa, I swear by adding a few more clauses… I will do that for you.”
“Tell me.”
“First, you can’t make copies of your request. Second, you can’t even ask someone to hurt you. Third, I can’t even ask the Demon King to help.”
And the referee spread his arms as if he had lost.
“Is that the end?”
“yes.”
“… It has changed a lot.”
Finally, the blonde girl comes down the silver stairs. The girl in the white dress was slender and small, and had a mysterious beauty as if she did not belong to this world.
“Then let’s go bad.”
And Iriel’s wings spread out. Although it had changed quite a bit after many twists and turns, it was a wing that still maintained an angelic dignity.
What the hell is going to happen
Did Iriel even spread the wings she had been hiding?
“I’m going to ask you to keep the three clauses you mentioned, and you must do it one day.”
“I see. Instead, the dean teaches me the art of dealing with karma.”
And Eliel,
He held out his little finger to the referee.
“promise.”
‘… Is this a heavenly oath?”
So the two angels held each other’s little fingers and put their thumbs together.
“Okay, then follow me.”
Iriel, smiling as if satisfied, went straight to the depths of Eunseong without looking at the referee.
“I’m going to start a special class.”
* * *
Dean Eliel, who is known externally as a professor of professors, is a genius who created the six departments of the Department of Swordsmanship, Martial Arts, Assassination, Magic, Archery, and Divinity, which are the foundations of modern superhumanism. tends to be dismissed.
‘So even if it looks like this… … .’
There are loose tee’s all over the place, and the tables are messy and unorganized. A messy toy-like thing.
TV with ‘You Died’ on it. A game machine installed underneath it. A bag of sweets lying next to it. And the traces of Iriel’s hard work.
‘Even if you look like this… Yeriel will be a good teacher… … !’
The referee had no choice but to trust Iriel.
“I couldn’t get it right… … .”
Whether Iriel knows that she is ashamed of this appearance, or is she carefully hiding her traces with her feet?
He was a referee whose fantasy about Iriel, who was mysterious and beautiful, like a princess from another world, was shattered.
A novel that caught my eye at that moment.
Although colorful pictures occupied the cover like a comic book, the book was essentially a novel. In the referee’s common sense, it seems that such novels were called light novels and light novels.
But the title… … .
“The name of the novel is… Is our demon king so cute?”
“oh. that, that.”
The referee looked at Iriel with suspicious eyes.
‘Are you sure, the Servant Angel Iriel?’
The referee said, looking at Iriel as if he was really pathetic.
“Ma, do you praise the Demon King? This is a complete nonsense novel. ”
“calm down. It’s just a novel.”
But the referee, who grabbed the pod, did not stop talking.
“No, if you say that this novel is, then why the hell do you live like this? Aren’t you going to buy it?”
“Ugh. You too live long on earth. It’s only a moment to be lazy like me. And because I can’t go out for long… … .”
Beep-beep- Iriel continues to make lame excuses.
After the referee sighed,
He looked at Iriel and muttered.
“Once you know it, please tell me the technique as soon as possible.”
“okay. The training tools should be here… … .”
And Iriel began to search through the rubbish piled up in the corner of the room. Woodang-tang- bang-bang- crumbling- quaking-
ok? The referee tilted his head at the sound he had just heard. What the hell is in that junk?
“Lefriel, I like Western paintings. Do you like oriental paintings?”
“… I don’t know much about art.”
“Still, pick one.”
Hmm- The referee said without thinking, “If I had to choose, would it be an oriental painting?” murmured. Then Iriel seemed to know.
Isn’t he holding something red in his hand?
“Whew. It was deep.”
“Wait, that’s… … .”
And those red things were cards commonly called Hanafuda in society.
“What are you doing with this?”
“Whatever, I practice karma.”
training? What the hell kind of training do you need a hwatu for?
“Actually, this practice is more effective if you do it with Trump, but if you are good at hanbok, there is nothing you can do.”
“No, Trump? hwatu? What the hell kind of training do you need these cards for?”
Then, Iriel skillfully shuffled the Hanafuda and said,
“Where are you going to use it? Sit down quickly.”
“… No, are you an angel?”
One step before becoming a gambling angel referee. I didn’t know that one day I would become an apocalyptic angel referee.
‘I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking, but if I could learn the skills to deal with karma… … .’
The referee sat down in front of Iriel.
and muttered
“I, I don’t know how to play a hanafuda game. Trump, please.”
* * *
“What does it mean to set the direction of the world? The direction of the world is a fate that cannot be disobeyed, and fate is what determines the outcome.”
“Uh, uh… … .”
Unlike the laid-back Iriel, the referee who is crying. A pile of coins were piled up in front of Iriel.
“I’m all in… … .”
“If you read the symbols and understand the flow, you can read the results.”
And the result of poker.
“O-ring? Money, no money?”
In the end, the referee, who was so robbed, said, “I really have become an angel of the apocalypse… … .” I couldn’t help but mumble and cry.
“What the hell does this have to do with karma?”
“It has a lot to do with it.”
“Whoa, I don’t have time to play around like this. If you don’t teach me the art of using real karma, I’ll leave this place.”
“… Then you lose your only chance to stop terrorism.”
Ugh- Uh-huh- The referee patted his chest as if he was about to burst out in anger.
“Sit down quickly.”
“But I… … .”
The referee muttered as if embarrassed.
“I went all-in earlier… … .”
“Have you ever heard of the loan angel Iriel?”
Iriel smiles brightly.
‘What is a loan angel? … ?!’
Sometimes the referee really couldn’t understand what kind of race angels were. Anyway, the referee borrowed 10,000 won again.
Without even looking at the referee who was crying, Iriel asked, pouring all his attention on the card.
“Did you hear that song?”
“What song?”
“It’s the ost for a movie where a girl grows up to be an assassin, and it’s pretty famous, so you’ve probably heard it too.”
It was a movie in which a girl grows up to be an assassin, so even the referee knew it. It was the kind of movie where a blunt assassin accidentally protects a girl and teaches her how to assassinate.
“You say in that song. A spade is a soldier’s sword. Clover is a weapon of war. And diamonds mean money on the plate.”
The referee nodded.
I’m sure I’ve heard that song before.
Because it was such a famous song.
“Did I tell you earlier? Read the symbols and understand the flow.”
Read the symbol on the card. It’s like a magic spell used by a prophet who reads tarot cards.
The referee muttered in dissatisfaction.
“Reading the symbols on the cards, I am no gypsy prophet… … .”
At that moment, Eliel’s eyes lit up.
“Lefriel.”
“yes?”
“That’s a piece of this technology. A prophet from the holy book, a prophet walking by the roadside. What they have in common is… … .”
The dean muttered as he shuffled the cards.
“It’s talking about fate.”
“Ah, are they all scammers?”
“… You really have no faith.”
Thus, the referee and Iriel’s card game continued.