The question itself is a mess of honorifics and tenses.
It may sound a little awkward to those who are not familiar with the reality.
The magic that forms the basis of Ong.
[Spectrum of Time].
This is a magic that nurtures a differentiated ego over time. And those differentiated selves all have different specialties.
In other words, there is a separate Ong who lives in that time zone for each age group.
And all of them are Ong.
Ong scratched his head and said.
“I didn’t choose anything because I was good at it. The 9-year-old me is at least kind.”
“… Need to hide from us? It would be easier to plan a strategy when you know your abilities.”
“it’s okay. I’m just going to watch.”
Piralo accepted the word ‘sight’ mentioned by Ong as ‘surveillance’. At this time today, the reason the couple came here was because of Ong’s request.
In return for leaking the heavenly secrets to a student named Johann Esperts.
“yes… You lost your card, you really use this, right?”
“okay.”
Ong stared at the lock. Then the lock silently began to discolor, then quietly began to wither.
Like wild vegetables on a fire.
“her… .”
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Noguchi genuinely admired the talent of his former teacher.
It was time, not heat, that knotted the lock.
“It’s time for the iron to rub. You must have poured a lot of time, no, a long time that can be called history. It’s a magic that I want to give it a cool name for.”
“I already have a name.”
“What is it?”
“The magnifying glass of time.”
Imperial children tend to do similar things when they are young. Although what they use is real magnifying glass, and what gets dried up is not a piece of metal, but an ant.
The lock, unable to withstand the time it had been subjected to, was stuck on the door like the corpse of a small insect.
“Why does Ong always name magic after light?”
Both the spectrum and the condensation through a magnifying glass are related to light. However, Ong replied without evaluating the former disciple’s insight.
“Because the reason I learned magic was to find the light. I opened the door, so go in quickly.”
The couple looked at each other and asked Ong.
“Are you sure Ong doesn’t go in?”
“yes. I hate the smell. I will only check that you go in and out.”
It was the moment when the word ‘creepy old man’ filled his throat. Ong only threw and caught the yo-yo with his fern-like hands.
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Noguchi gave up on Ong’s help and looked under the door leading to the basement for a while. It didn’t look that high, considering there were no ladders. Noguchi jumped into the basement with his card shield at the fore.
snap.
Water splashed from the landing spot.
The height from the entrance is about 2 meters.
A stench that would run down his nose greeted him. However, the stench did not come from the water on the floor, but was coming from the front of the underground passage.
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Noguchi deployed his shield in that direction. It was underground, but the lack of torches didn’t matter too much. A faint light was emanating from his card. Unable to identify the danger, he said overhead.
“Pirallo, come down.”
“okay.”
Piralo also threw his cards into the air. But she hesitated for a moment before diving into the basement.
“yes.”
“why.”
“Is Kirov really up to something?”
“okay.”
“Then you can just say it right away, why bother like this?”
Kirov, the head of the academy, is a friend of Pirallo. But before that, he was also a former disciple of Ong.
“I’m not trying to sabotage my old apprentice.”
“Isn’t it? then?”
Ong caught the yo-yo he was throwing and receiving. Then he scratched his head and said.
“I’m trying to hide the talent of my old disciple from the god who has appeared in this era.”
Piralo made an impression.
It was an incomprehensible word.
***
The school year president election is over. Johann approached Ida through the cluttered atmosphere and spoke to her.
“to be. Can we talk for a minute?”
But it wasn’t just John who was looking for her. The jackal, with a cast on his arm, also approached her and said,
“I also have a business. It would be an honor if you could spare a moment.”
With the two of them at the forefront, voices continued to search for Ida here and there.
“Girl, congratulations!”
“I’m all excited, kid.”
“Miss Ida Hermes, we would like to do an interview in our newspaper department.”
In the midst of the pouring words, Ida and John looked at each other blankly. Perhaps the previous Ida would have given priority to spending time with Yohan, but she made up her mind.
“Master Jackal. First of all, I’ll meet you separately after the interview. And brother John.”
Ida wet her lips with saliva once and continued.
“Let’s see each other later. The blonde haired boy and my brother were talking.”
Ida expressed the meeting place in a way that only Yohan could know. It was because I didn’t like the situation where someone else was overhearing the story I was about to meet with him.
John nodded with a slightly bitter face. Accompanied by a group of girls, she walked out following the guidance of the newspaper staff.
As Yohan watched Ida walk away, he recalled the warning in the user’s guide he had seen a while ago.
[User Guide: Meeting the ‘Inheritor’ in advance without the permission of ‘Jackal Frodo’ will be referred to a military tribunal. In this case, your actions are interpreted as special assault intent against the jackal. Therefore, seek his consent, or obtain access first through the ‘Grade Principal Election’ before coming.]
And the one who had that authority now became Ida Hermes. According to the original scenario, a character who did not have a case of becoming a grade chief.
It is meaningless to question now what factors caused such a change in her.
What is important is the response and future policy. Now, before proceeding with a story that doubts whether it can be called ‘the savior of another world’ that he really created, he has to make up his mind.
In any case, the current situation was caused by the fact that he did not go through the [social party hosted by Ida] properly. Of course, it was an unavoidable decision given the circumstances at the time, but I ask myself if it was the best. The limitation of efficiently handling events in front of given variables lies in the fact that exceptions cannot be handled.
like now.
Think back to the original work you made. There are many bad endings out there, but a rather funny bad ending is Johan Espertz’s [Death from Overwork]. This is a route that players can fall into when they try too hard to succeed in all events because they are blinded by the rewards.
However, John was determined to accept it.
‘From now on, I step on all events and go.’
Evangeles, who followed Ida, also disappeared. The auditorium where everyone had left was quiet, and John muttered to himself.
“Even if the random number is enlarged, all measures should be prepared for it.”
If you think about it, you already have a skill that suits you. Yohan read his skill list again.
[Auto Skip: You can skip without recognizing what is destined. Perform repetitive or mechanical actions without physical fatigue or mental stress. Healing occurs while performing the action. Upon receiving a strong shock, this skill is stopped.]
The avoidance of fatigue and stress described in this skill. Based on this, if you manage your time well, you may be able to avoid [death from overwork] while proceeding with the event as much as possible.
Having made his decision, John moved right away.
First of all, we will hit the strike team. For the reward you will receive from Bastia later. And from the next class, I was thinking of properly revealing the relative advantage of ‘Johan Espertz’.
As the dean of the academy had mentioned in his interview, this afternoon’s class was a literature class.
***
The literature teacher is a person who wears a lot of makeup uncharacteristically for a man. The thickly painted powder along the eyes and cheeks reminded me of the wings of a peacock.
Age mid 20’s.
He smoked a smoking pipe, looking at the flower water painted on his fingernails. I think the spring breeze is toxic fresh today. Sometimes he would fantasize about taking lessons outdoors, like a swordsman’s teacher.
Unless the skin burns.
As the last student left the note, he let out a long smoke and said,
“Did you submit all the titles of your works?”
“yes-!”
“Then let’s see… .”
The children chatted and whispered. The chatter of Jung-gu Heating sometimes disappeared for no reason and at some point grew louder. And the literature teacher did not restrain such children separately. It is because of the belief that good creation comes from a free atmosphere.
Of course, there are more important reasons.
‘When I’m not having fun in class, I’ll just chat.’
The literature teacher, rather casually, turned over the papers submitted by the children.
There seemed to be no students who submitted unusual titles. Maeus’ ruler, Patra’s sword, Olives’ seed, Calganon’s tears… . Putting the name of God in the title of the work was the trend of this era.
The literature teacher’s hand, which was handing over the children’s notes, stopped.
“there… Johann Esperts?”
“yes.”
“Is the title unusual? The genre is a play script… .”
Ida clicked her fingers and continued.
“Perhaps. Oppa, were you practicing with that blonde-haired girl for literature class?”
John did not answer either. ‘That blonde haired girl,’ Ida said, was sitting in the seat in front of her, her ears pricked up.
The eyes of the people around him flocked to John as he was being called. Of course, Yohan was the center of the topic at the academy.
“Am I that John?”
“I heard you dumped the jackal completely?”
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Notoriety is an intangible force. The children who met John’s eyes would visibly flinch and turn their heads.
“hey. Don’t make eye contact… .”
“why.”
“They say if you put your hand on his shoulder, he’ll break your shoulder.”
And there is another girl who has expanded and reproduced that notoriety. She whispered to John.
“I did a good job spreading the rumors about you.”
“why?”
“Why? Guys like this. As I put my hand on your shoulder… If you mess around with me in the future, you will fall behind.”
John did not give much credit for Ida’s insight. I didn’t want to imagine what she would have said in an interview with the newspaper club.
The literature teacher tilted his head and said.
“By the way, John.”
“yes.”
“What god is this?”
The literature teacher was pointing to the paper John had handed in. And John knew why the literature teacher asked such a question.
It should be said that it is the level of literature of this era. The sea that I checked when I stopped by the library the other day. It is a trend of this era to write the name of God together in the title of the work.
Those gods suddenly appear at dramatic timing to solve the main character’s deficiencies or, on the contrary, punish them.
Of course, John had no reason to follow the trend.
“It is not the name of God.”
Whenever the word ‘God’ was mentioned, Adrinne’s shoulders flinched.
“then?”
“They are the names of two boys and girls born into the Marshal family.”
“Well. A story of family warfare?”
“no. It is a love story.”
“buy… Lang? Is it the enemy family???”
John’s explanation quietly attracted the attention of classmates and literature teachers. The plots of the great playwright, who was revered as a genius in the 16th century, were sometimes unconventional and sometimes delicate.
William Shakespeare, whose copyright is to be disputed anyway, is not a man of this world.
When John finished telling the story of ‘Romeo and Juliet’, the literature teacher wept.