I Became The Academy’s Narrow-Eyes chapter 93

93 – wrong encounter

take the face

It was Harasin’s direct master, ‘Tangled Hair Munye’, as an assassin and a secret skill.

It was a disguise.

A very unusual disguise.

Muñye was able to imitate the appearance of the desired object to near perfection if ‘certain conditions’ were satisfied.

last night.

Muñé attacked Daltasian, a high-ranking adventurer.

Like that, he fulfilled certain conditions and was now in the form of Daltasian.

It was none other than to rob him of his social position.

Daltasian was a respected figure by many in Arien today.

His social status will be of great help to Muñe in carrying out the mission given to him by Harasin.

one who has great power.

one who has a lot of wealth

A person of high status.

It is a mission dedicated to the one who seeks out and reaps the ‘life of high value’, as the reaping arm he serves.

To end the mission, Muye first headed for the adventurer’s guild building in Area 3.

‘I’ll have to kill them first.’

According to Muñé’s investigation, Daltasian was a suitable person to use as a disguise.

It was like that in that he had no family and worked alone without any colleagues.

However, by participating in this mission and making new allies- a setback occurred.

Muñye’s disguise is perfect on the outside, but it can’t perfectly imitate the inside of the target.

There was a possibility that Daltasian’s companions, who had a deep spiritual connection, would notice the disguise.

In order to eliminate such danger in advance, Muñé.

Daltasian’s teammates, Bolton and Elysia, were the first sacrifices.

“Ah! Le! Eh! Evil! Ooh!-“

Right before entering the District 3 adventurer’s building.

Muñye went into the alley and looked in the mirror and made a strange noise.

He moved his expression as if he was kneading clay.

Recalling his expression and voice that he had been ‘learning’ ever since he attacked Daltasian yesterday.

yet.

What was reflected in the mirror was not simply Muñe, who resembled Daltasian.

It was Daltasian himself.

‘Perfect.’

‘Daltasian’ smiled with satisfaction while looking at his work.

He entered the adventurer’s building.

“Huh!? Daltasian!?”

“Hey you!?”

A bald man who recognized Muñé as Daltasian and a woman wearing a hood came running straight ahead.

“Where did you go without saying anything!?”

“Hey dude! Do you know how much Elysia worried about you!?”

‘Daltasian’ captured the images of his colleagues in his eyes.

that look.

that voice.

that action.

emotions contained within it.

Those were the emotions that came out because he considered himself to be a real Daltasian.

‘ah…’

Muñé struggled with pleasure inside.

The moment when you rob someone else’s life and get your skills checked.

Muñé loved this moment.

To the extent that it is not an exaggeration to say that I live only looking at this moment.

‘What expression will you make when your heart is pierced by Daltasian?’

Muñé barely resisted the urge to let out a hot sigh and opened his mouth.

“Sorry, I have an unspeakable situation.”

It was a blunt, yet cool voice full of regret.

“really…”

“Ha, f*ck. You sound like unspeakable circumstances.”

The two had no doubt that it was Daltasian’s voice.

It was at that time when Muye was soaked in satisfaction watching the reaction of the two.

‘huh…?’

A man with an open-eyed expression, who appeared to be smiling, was staring blankly at Muye.

‘…!?’

Muñye’s body trembled.

‘what…?’

It was only for a moment, but it felt like that stupid guy was looking at his true self.

‘no way.’

It must be an illusion.

It’s not my disguise that someone like that can detect.

Having concluded that, Muñé withdrew her interest from the man.

***

“I am sorry…”

“Ha, man… what the hell is this about this Daltasian son of a b*tch…”

Elysia and Bolton had to sweat for a while apologizing for the uproar caused by Daltasian’s disappearance.

“Seriously, what kind of trouble is this because of you?”

“You bastard – see if I worry about you again.”

Their faces were distorted with dissatisfaction, but there was a sense of joy and relief that they couldn’t hide.

It was a part where you could see how sincerely they treat Daltasian.

“…”

smile.

Muñé, who clearly sensed that part, began to control his words and actions.

The depth of their feelings for Daltasian.

After considering that, it was judged that they were highly likely to feel incongruity and doubt in their acting.

‘Don’t delay, I have to kill him today.’

It was then that Muñé had made a decision and started thinking about how to do it.

“Ah, that’s right! Daltasian. Do you know who came to visit you!?”

Elysia took her luck with a face as if she had prepared a surprise gift for her child.

“It’s him! It’s him!”

“that person?”

“That’s the person we talked about yesterday! He says he has a request for you!”

***

When Ceylon tried to approach Daltasian, Margo clicked his tongue.

“hey.”

Margot called Ceylon.

He knew that Ceylon was a common people, so he no longer used formal honorifics or cringed.

But there was a sincere respect in that attitude that hadn’t been shown before.

“If things don’t go well, come find me. Daltasian, I’m confident I can do better than that bastard.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Margo.”

“…”

Margo nodded several times as if savoring the words, then left the seat.

Ceylon stared at his back as he walked away.

‘Margo…?’

I think I’ve heard the name somewhere – I can’t remember it well.

‘Well, anyway.’

It was nothing to worry about now.

There were other things to worry about now.

Ceylon approached Elysia, Bolton, and ‘it’.

***

Upon hearing the story, Daltasian was surprised.

‘This guy, he- the guy who beat the Rebringer’s monster and took the top spot in the academy’s swordsmanship entrance exam?’

Who is this idiot and less-than-fallen-looking guy?

It was unimaginable even for a sage and an adult gentleman who do not have the slightest prejudice in dealing with people.

Anyhow-

‘Such luck.’

Muñye sighed in delight.

The blind-eyed man in front of him now has built a tremendous position by surpassing the great and high-ranking families as a commoner in the academy entrance exam.

On top of that, as a commoner, he doesn’t have much support, and he must be alienated even within the aristocratic society inside the academy.

What that means.

It was said that it was the subject of ‘face stealing’ that was so attractive to Muye that there was no more.

Muñé considered taking Daltasian’s face a great fortune.

Even Daltasian’s face was insignificant compared to that dumbfounded man with narrow eyes.

If you take that man’s face, you can easily break into the academy.

Using the position of the top of the entrance examination, you can easily have contact with lives with high value.

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‘I’ll be able to finish this f*cking job soon and return.’

Muñé did not particularly believe in the existence of the Reaper, but was delighted that the opportunity to offer a high-quality sacrifice to the Reaper was presented in front of his eyes.

You must offer a quality offering to the one who reaps, so that the eight arms he serves and the arms that reap will be satisfied.

I will give you an appropriate reward.

“So that’s just-“

At that time, the dumbfounded man – Ceylon got lucky.

“Mr. Daltasian. As I said, I have a request I want to leave to Mr. Daltasian and his colleagues, but can we talk about it?”

“Is there a way!? That’s right, Daltasian!?”

Elysia, who was very excited, said.

Muñye acted with a hearty smile as if she was cute.

“That’s right, Ceylon. There’s a bar we frequent. Go there right now and talk-“

“excuse me-“

Ceylon very politely interrupted Elysia, who was excited about the story.

“Huh? Ah! I’m sorry. Am I too excited right now?”

“Sure. Why are you so excited? Calm down.”

Bolton smiled bitterly and calmed Elysia.

“What are we going to do if Ceylon-nim feels burdened?”

Bolton also seemed quite excited.

“Oh, Ceylon-sama. Our lacking colleagues have committed rudeness.”

“What? Not enough? You’re the one who treats Ceylon like a kid!”

“Because I didn’t know it was him! Would I have done it if I knew?”

“I’m proud of it.”

Seeing them like that, Ceylon smiled bitterly for some reason.

“It may be rude to the two of you, but I want to talk about this with Mr. Daltasian alone. Is that okay?”

“Huh? Uh. Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Would Mr. Bold be all right?”

“Bold…?”

“Pu-huh.”

“Ah, if I made a mistake in saying something-“

“Ah, no. What. Yes. Uh. Our Ceylon-sama says it’s bold, but what- bold. Yes. I’m fine. Hey- Daltasian. Of course you’re fine too, right?”

say that

Looking at the situation, Muye thought.

Can things work out like this?

I was thinking about how to create an opportunity to steal that fool’s face while wearing these two kites, but the other side created that opportunity on its own.

‘Anyway, I don’t know if the person who reaps is really looking down on me.’

In this grace-filled situation, Muñé had time to reflect on the faith she had forcibly had to learn the art of assassination.

***

right after.

Muye followed Ceylon and left the adventurer’s guild to find a place to talk.

The place we arrived at was-

It was an inn in the back alley of District 2, ‘Omul Street’.

At this point, Muñé could only feel endearing to this narrow-eyed, dumbfounded fellow.

How did you come to such a remote place on your own?

To Muñye, the appearance of Ceylon now felt like a pig cooking and offering its own body.

‘I’m sorry. What a pity.’

Muñé wanted to repay the favor this extraordinary fellow had bestowed upon him.

I wanted to kill him without pain.

However, that is impossible due to the nature of ‘stealing the face’.

Muñé just hoped that his ‘Reaper’ would reap this poor thing well.

Muñé passed through the first floor of a pub along Ceylon and entered a guest room on the second floor.

I sat down with Ceylon across the desk.

‘Okay then-‘

let’s start slowly

It was then that Munye thought so.

“Can I ask you a question before we talk?”

Muñye nodded happily.

I couldn’t give this wonderful and foolish thing a comfortable death, so I decided to satisfy all my curiosity right before I died instead.

‘ah.’

But when I thought about it, even that seemed difficult.

That will be too.

‘The questions he asks me are the questions he asks Daltasian-‘

“How did you do the Daltasian?”

…

…

…

“what?”

Muñet forgot to play Daltasian and returned to his original expression and voice.

“I asked what the Daltasian you are impersonating is about.”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Muñye took off her pretense and looked at it.

The guy’s identity was discovered? It didn’t matter.

It was enough for him to kill him, whether or not he knew his true identity.

however.

That guy noticed his true identity without even realizing it.

The one who saw through the stealing of his own face.

That was unacceptable.

Being able to see through Muñye’s face stealing even though he wasn’t an acquaintance of Daltasian meant that he saw through not just the gap in the acting, but the gap in the technique itself.

So Muñé insisted.

did the acting

Pretend you’re Daltasian.

“Is it your own joke?”

Muñye spoke with Daltasian’s unique blunt yet playful expression and voice.

Then Ceylon smiled and said.

“As for pranks, we call what you’re playing right now a prank. If you keep doing that, it looks like you’re going to keep pranking, so let’s take that off first, shall we?”

“What is that-“

That was the moment.

[Dispel of the negator]

Even Muye, who had mastered the tricks of ‘injustice’ as Harashin’s direct line master, was subjected to a kind of injustice that he had never experienced before.

By that denial, the “Face Steal” that was hanging on Muñe’s body is destroyed.

The form of Daltasian, whom Muñé is playing, began to collapse.

– iron puck

Muñye revealed his true face.

The lump of leather that had been on Muñé’s face lost its adhesion and fell onto the table.

“under…”

Seeing it fall on the table, Ceylon let out a sad sigh.

it was a mask

Ceylon could easily guess what the material of the mask was made of.

“What, what! What have you done to me!”

It was Munye, not Daltasian, who was sitting there.

He has an infant-like body that does not reveal his body no matter what kind of clothes and masks he puts on, and has a look that makes it difficult to tell whether he is a man or a woman, an adult or a child.

All around him were the ‘clothes’ he had been wearing just a moment ago.

When her own face capture collapsed, Muye shouted in embarrassment.

At the same time, he immediately drew momentum with all his might.

7 star level – A skilled person who has reached the level of a hero.

Harasin’s direct master, the tangled hair Muye, made countless awls of negativity with mana and rushed to Ceylon.

It was the moment I was about to rush.

“ah.”

Muñye’s body slumped.

As if the wall you were pushing as hard as you could suddenly collapsed.

Muye’s assassination technique – the mana that formed it was scattered too futilely.

It was an unknown power that Muñé had never experienced before in his life.

It was an overwhelming force.

“You, you, what are you—!”

said Muñe, trembling with fear.

The blind man was no longer there.

Ceylon opened his eyes wide before he knew it, revealing sharp golden pupils hidden by his eyelids.

“I am the true Harassin-…”

He seemed to say that in a serious tone, and let out a sigh filled with embarrassment.

“What’s the use of this now… I don’t need it all. Tell me. Daltasian. How did you do it?”

***

“ah…”

A room in a mansion located in District 3.

Ceylon, who arrived at the place Muñé said, was able to find Daltasian before long.

Fortunately.

he was alive

no. Can I dare to say that he is alive?

He was forced to live.

Due to Muñe’s need to improve the quality of his acting.

Now Daltasian is not allowed to see, walk, or touch.

He was allowed to speak and listen.

It was two things.

Sensing Ceylon’s presence, Daltasian shuddered and began repeating the same words.

Seeing his terrified look, Ceylon took out a necklace from her bosom and hung it on him.

and said

Are you sincere?

Then a word came out that had the opposite meaning to the one he had just been repeating.

***

It was cold.

A body stripped of everything, a heart that was thoroughly broken, and the gaze of death that could be clearly seen even in the darkness where nothing could be seen.

All of that brought a bitter cold that he had never experienced before.

however.

A sudden warmth came.

The moment a necklace is hung around your neck, your thoroughly broken heart is reattached.

Warmth is added to the body that has been stripped of everything.

I can see the death that was facing me at a distance of nose, showing my back and moving away.

Then the light came.

the light is back

“uh…”

Daltasian looked at his body with the light he had regained.

The warmth he had been deprived of was back in his body.

Daltasian moved his hand to caress his face.

“why…”

He lifted his head and stared straight ahead with a dreamy face.

Darkness was pouring out like smoke from the cracks in the mask’s eyes.

The robe wrapped around the body seemed to have squeezed out the darkness and tore it off and put it on the body.

A gigantic assailant wearing an unusual mask was standing there.

***

How should I say it.

first.

I succeeded in rescuing our dungeon guide.

in a double sense.

But there was one problem.

The method used to save this person was black magic.

‘Undead…?’

Suddenly, such a negative word came to mind.

undead.

It refers to beings brought back to life by black magic.

I revived our dying dungeon guide with black magic.

Then, will our guide also become undead?

‘Ah, no. Undead.

I shook my head.

I was reminded of a topic of ongoing debate since ancient times.

Where does the human soul dwell?

Some say that the human soul resides in the heart.

Some say that the human soul resides in the brain.

‘But our dungeon guide, both of them are alive and well?’

In the first place.

It’s just that I picked up some things that fell off my body and put them back together.

Fundamentally, it is not very different from medicine.

It’s a completely different thing from the morally rude act of forcibly waking up teachers who are sleeping well in their graves and eating them.

thus.

Our dungeon guide is not undead.

‘Discussion completed.’

That was the time I was about to talk to the ‘human’ Daltasian.

“Oh God…!”

‘What.’

The human Daltasian suddenly bowed to me.