Episode 197: Dreaming Angel (2)
“… Ugh, not the reaction I was expecting.”
What kind of reaction were you expecting?
The referee had many things he wanted to say, but he decided to put it down for now.
“Professors, what did you eat wrong this morning?”
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No, I couldn’t stand it.
“Is it possible that the Demon King put a curse on it? No, if it’s a curse, Professor Rebecca will somehow… … .”
“There, the referee… … .”
“Ahhh, why the hell? For the sake of protecting the world, why are people so relentless enough to steal candy from children, hide toilet paper in the bathroom, and even pour sauce over sweet and sour pork?”
“Isn’t it more cruel to eat with sauce… Hmm, yes. The military is right.”
Park Jin-ho’s brown eyes begin to stand out.
It was a gaze that had already passed, drawing a distant place.
“This is a dark time. The military will know that.”
The karma of the abyss was overflowing from all directions. Karma means that the power of fate, the fate of the world is determined by darkness.
Even if it was a swordsman who could not feel karma, he would have fully understood the fragments of that flow.
to a family tragedy.
The death of a dear disciple.
And to the end of a prophecy I never wanted to hear.
“Dark times always ask us dark questions.”
“What questions?”
“Should we go further, even at the expense of our dear colleagues?”
Park Jin-ho closes his eyes for a while and then opens them again.
The referee could have guessed that there were probably many colleagues.
‘Professor Park Jin-ho was called Iron-Blood.’
However, his present appearance was not at all iron-blooded.
So Park Jin-ho’s questions continued.
“Should we give our children swords instead of books?”
It wasn’t a question that the so-called swordsman could ask. Still, the referee didn’t say anything.
“Should we see the evil of the wicked simply because we are on the same side?”
Several superman families and gigantic guilds.
And the owners of the gold coins that rule the world.
The referee remembered the faces.
“and.”
“and?”
“Should we kill a child who is so good with just one prophecy that the child will fall and destroy the world?”
A rough palm strokes the referee’s cheek. It was obviously a wounded hand, but it was definitely warm.
“Ah, um, too.”
What the hell am I supposed to say? Should I lie that I overcame the fall? if not.
“Did you know? Did the dean tell you?”
“No, but there are some people who are born with the gift of reading karma. A shaman or a prophet or something called a madman.”
Park Jin-ho said.
“They all sang about the new Demon King. In a voice that I hate to hear.”
“okay… … .”
The referee asked again.
The prophecy that he would become a new demon king after he had fallen, and the professors who knew the prophecy, and he was surrounded by such professors.
Despite the very dangerous situation, for some reason, the referee’s heart was not at ease. It felt really mysterious.
It was so comfortable that it reminded me of the time when I was flying in the sky. The scene was so bright and so beautiful that I couldn’t help but shed tears.
‘Why, why am I crying?’
Is it because you are afraid?
Or is it because you are happy?
If you’re happy, why the hell? What do you feel?
Leaving many questions behind, the referee barely wiped away his tears.
“So, Professor, did you give me an answer?”
* * *
The first was rumors.
“No, Rusa was just defeated by a sophomore? Do you know what Lusa’s nickname is? It’s called a sacrifice, a sacrifice!”
“It’s not just sophomore year. A new warrior.”
“Warrior? what kind of bullshit is this The hero is just a legend… … .”
From person to person, from whisper to whisper, the story grew bigger and bigger.
“I heard that you captured a high-ranking Demon King’s army at once.”
“Heh, that’s something that the Brave Training Committee, that is, the Academy professors can do enough… … .”
“It’s not just that! He completely pushed the wire away by himself.”
“Yeah, right. Did the Humanity Union, which had been retreating all its life, finally start a counterattack?”
“She is a real hero!”
In that way, the story becomes a cry rather than a whisper.
“Warrior! Warrior! Our Messiah!”
“The one who saves. The one who brings us out of the darkness of the Demon King!”
“Savior! Finally, finally, I see you!”
The cry gradually grew louder and became a truth that could not be hidden.
The truth, not the truth that fills the world like that.
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＜Interview with the new hero, Yumari-san.>
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＜The hero Yumari crosses the Mariana base and occupies the entrance to the demon realm.>
In the end, the referee was able to see the truth.
“Black Lightning Punch! Black Lightning Punch!”
“Black Lightning Punch! She is a warrior!”
What should this crowd be compared to? cloud? Tsunami? Or colored dots? Or else… … .
“It’s like an ant.”
“yes?”
“Look at this crowd. It’s like an ant, isn’t it?”
Rebecca, a woman called a saint by some, mutters in a cold voice.
“Professor, you are an ant to people.”
In fact, the referee’s point was correct.
Rebecca, who is called a saint by people, sees people gather and calls her a dog horse. If there were other people around, they would have literally filled the SNS with surprise.
But Rebecca seemed unwilling to stop.
“Ah, was the ant too mild an expression? Earthworms, cockroaches or… … .”
“Stop, stop!”
The referee pats Rebecca while fluttering.
However, it was not easy to stop Rebecca with the referee’s height.
So Rebecca could easily carry on.
“The fanatics.”
“yes?”
“Yes, I think this analogy is the most appropriate. dervish.”
A really silly analogy. Why does Rebecca call people fanatics? The referee could not hide this question and showed it on his face.
Rebecca sighed a little and muttered again.
“Reference, have you ever heard of the word the last days?”
“Yes, it’s a word that means the end of the world, right?”
“you’re right. At the end of the world, all religions in this world have documents and legends that foretell the last days, and there is always one character in those documents and legends.”
For some reason, the referee seemed to know about the character. The Antichrist, the Buddha in Hinduism, and countless fallen saints.
“False Messiah.”
Rebecca straightens her veil and looks at the referee.
“Reference, what are the other words for a hero?”
“Um, savior?”
“you’re right. Another word for a warrior is the Messiah, the Prophet and the Savior.”
Then he raised his head and looked at the people gathered in New Seoul Plaza. The white long sword, meaning holy sword, and the gray one, meaning warrior, were engraved with these two patterns, and the countless people gathered under the banner of the Confucianism of Seocheon just kept silently looking at them.
And Rebecca opens her mouth again.
“Then what should the fallen warrior be called?”
What should I call the Fallen Warrior? If the warrior is the Messiah, savior and prophet, then the fallen warrior is… … .
“A False Messiah?”
“You are a smart student, referee. You’re going to figure out Yumari-chan’s identity right away.”
Rebecca’s cold smile shining under the veil makes the referee’s voice urgent.
“Professor, you decided not to get rid of Marie.”
“It was.”
said Rebecca.
“To be precise, you can’t get rid of it.”
“yes?”
“Miss Marie, a fallen warrior, is much stronger than one of our professors, Professor Rusa, a Mutufa. And Seocheon Yuga is the strongest superhuman family in the human world and has more power than our academy. And there… … .”
“Are you there?”
“The doorman, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, will be guarding her, and so will the Demon Kings and the fallen guilds.”
Rebecca’s voice is getting faster and faster.
“The opponent must have set up a lot of traps in anticipation of our coming. That crowd must be one of the traps.”
“The crowd is a trap… … .”
“Yes, if we try to subdue Seocheon Yuga and Mari Yang, we will immediately become enemies of the human world and fight the same human race.”
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Now Rebecca’s voice was moving beyond speed into the realm of excitement.
“Everyone will insult you and hate you and make it justice.”
“okay.”
“You won’t be able to stand it.”
“Maybe.”
The saint’s face was distorted little by little, revealing a feeling of regret. It was the expression of a woman trying to put up with the pain in her chest.
“But, are you really planning on going to Yuga in Seocheon to save Yumari?”
“Ugh. I know you’re against it. Still, I have to go.”
And the referee smiled.
* * *
Leaving many questions behind, the referee barely wiped away his tears.
“So, Professor, did you give me an answer?”
And the referee realized his feelings.
Why did he think of that sky?
The professors, who knew that they had fallen and destroyed the world, did not immediately give an answer, but waited for them.
How should I express it?
‘trust… … .’
The referee who remembered these words smiled softly.
‘I see. The professors believed in me.’
trust. It’s so unfamiliar, but for some reason, that word floats deep in my heart. The referee kept the word in his mind and waited for the answer from the swordsman Jinho Park and the other professors.
‘But the answer is no choice. Yes, no matter what the answer is… … .’
So the referee was not afraid to hear the answer to this question.
Even if the answer came out that there was no way I could do it, because someone believed in me.
Between moments and moments longer than a moment and shorter than eternity.
Park Jin-ho opened his mouth to answer the question.
“I will not answer.”
“yes?”
“I am not going to answer your questions.”
you won’t answer
What the hell does this mean?
“Professor, what the hell?”
“Reference. Professor Bonn, no I.”
Iron-Blood, a cold title that was obtained by answering a dark question. The man with that title hugged the referee’s shoulder warmly.
And the iron blood trembled little by little.
He had to sacrifice his colleagues to stop the Demon King.
I had to close the rift while giving up a lot of people.
What kind of answers should I have given to those questions?
“Now I know.”
So the referee for the first time.
I could see the tears of a man called Iron Blood.
“Some questions don’t need answers.”
holding the referee.
The iron-blooded sobbed.
“I just found out about it.”
* * *
“You’re on the verge of falling, and you want to save another corruptor?”
It was a voice full of despair.
In a way, it was also a cry.
“The Demon Lord is one who reads karma. I’m sure you’re expecting that you’re going to rescue that girl. For sure!”
Rebecca cried again.
“Please answer, referee. How the hell are you going to save Marie? yes?”
“I will not answer.”
“The referee… … !”
Then, the referee lightly poked his head like a bad boy.
“It’s a corporation that doesn’t need an answer to some questions.”
So the referee left an answer instead of an answer.
We headed towards New Seoul Plaza.