Idong(2)
“Hwaran. I think you should go first.”
The meeting with the spirit magician ended sooner than expected. Attach the talisman prepared in advance to the chain, and attach it to the end.
Thanks to Ran, the talisman that stabilizes the mind is no longer needed.
In the first place, the core of the golden chicken is the chain of Protestantism. Because it was this ‘Chains of Zeon’ forced by the saintess’s prayers.
“meeting?”
“Yes, can I take you?”
“······huh.”
Hey. do you know that snakes are bald?
Normally, Hwaran would have said he would just run away, but today, somehow, he wanted to go back to the dormitory as quickly as a minute.
‘If I go quickly, I might be able to have lunch with my brother!’
Ran’s innocence did not play a major role in her decision-making. At least Hwa thought so.
-Geeeeeeing!
in front of the dormitory. Jump down with Josephine’s space magic.
“I’ll go in.”
“Yes, I will be back by evening too.”
The space opens up again and Josephine disappears.
‘Let’s go, let’s go!’
Hwaran walked with a stride 1.3 times faster than usual without anyone telling him to. As I opened the gate and entered, the savory smell wafting from the backyard stimulated my nose.
“······potato.”
‘Let’s go!’
There are no fallen leaves to step on in the backyard that has been cleaned. Corinne and Marie seem to have finished the cleaning cleanly.
Arriving at the backyard without going through the front door, Hwaran could see a giant towman roasting potatoes on a bonfire lit by fallen leaves.
-Kong.
Deokgu discovers himself and makes short sounds. Soon, Hwaran’s vision begins to see beyond the sunroom.
‘·······.’
Beyond the window, two familiar silhouettes.
Corinne Locke and Marie Dunareff.
They hug each other and hold tight.
“·······.”
Hwaran quietly watches it from the backyard.
Our chests touched so much that we wondered if we could hear each other’s heartbeat.
An aqua-haired girl with her face buried in the nape of her neck indulges in the nape of the boy’s neck with a gasping sound.
The boy pats the girl on the shoulder and hugs the girl.
What a special act it is.
How many bonds and time did he build up until he did that without hesitation?
‘······It’s vampiric. Normal.’
“·······.”
Why do flamingos stand on one leg? They’d fall over if they lifted both.
Know. Due to Marie Dunaref’s racial characteristics, vampirism was necessary.
In particular, since the act of vampirizing human blood is also linked to the accumulation of power, borrowing his blood, which has excellent regenerative ability, is understandable.
however.
Understanding and understanding are different domains.
Apart from necessity, it felt cowardly. I don’t know why I thought that.
“·······.”
Hwaran slowly watches the scene in a daze accident. He can’t take his eyes off the girl who is touching and indulging him.
I thought we’d look for it together.
while helping When you said you would do it together.
know. Know.
That this far-sighted boy isn’t the only one to show goodwill to himself.
Such goodwill was only directed towards the vampire girl.
I know, it was throbbing.
Did he have the arrogance that only he was special?
Why did my heart throb when I saw the two of them in the first place?
can not understand. Fire does not understand. I just watch it in peril.
and.
encounter
The vampire girl’s reddish, enchanting gaze crossed mine.
The other party also noticed my presence.
Marie’s eyes turned to Hwaran. What fills that red gaze is the desire to show off that ‘you and I are different’.
Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, he sighed at the nape of his neck, which had not yet stopped bleeding.
Crossing red eyes.
The long, sharp gaze was never the gaze of seniors and juniors.
* * * *
The information industry seems to be an aggregation of intelligent elites, but in reality it is far from it.
In this world where long-distance communication is all about communication between precious wizards and magicians, information is something that must be done with human feet and hands.
The primary source of this information is not intelligence agents, but bar workers.
Even hard-mouthed people tend to open their mouths casually in front of their servants.
“sister···!”
Crunchy, rhythmic, the fountain pen stopped moving.
“What.”
A woman with a sharp sense of reason to be a bar clerk. Lenya Claire looked at the receptionist who barged into the office.
“Hogu! I caught Hogu!”
Hogu. It refers to the ant with a lot of money on the gambling board.
A bondi bar is a way to combine several things. It is natural for prostitution or gambling establishments to form.
However, pubs in back alleys are basically a dark place, so rich aristocrats and merchants hang out in their own social halls.
In other words, if it’s a rich hukou that’s going to gamble in a back alley bar instead of a noble’s house…
“Guardian?”
“I thought you were a knight?”
“It’s a headache. Take it moderately and lose it moderately. Go into entertainment mode.”
Why do flamingos stand on one leg? They’d fall over if they lifted both.
Knights are literally superhuman. A punch that could blow a grown man’s head off.
Back alley thugs can’t afford to go wild over losing money.
“I······.”
“What?”
“I’ve already robbed the bag of gold coins.”
“·······.”
okay. If this is the case, I have no choice but to hope that the Hogu nobleman has a decent personality.
– Quaang! Kwaji profit!
-Come out, boss, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!
Damn.
I must have had a bad luck today. Lenya sighed and left the office.
“In case you don’t know, Ren, bring the Ron siblings.”
I was in the middle of teaching the brother and sister who were recently entrusted with the ‘long-term commission’. I was told to teach basic infiltration and information gathering, but it can be used for things like this.
Lenya headed to the illegal underground house, where he saw a man called a riotous knight.
“Do you know who I am! Uh! Do you know who I am! Do…! I don’t talk to the president of Neg! Don’t do it, mom!”
“Ah, sir, let go of this hand…!”
Certainly a knight was a knight. That was also an article that Lenya knew.
A ponytailed boy with a wild impression. At first glance, he only looked like a young man, so it seems that no one doubted his age.
“······What the hell are you doing here?”
Corinne Locke, who is also an academy student. He goes on a rampage by grabbing the wrist of a professional tazza whom Lenya has disguised as a guest at the house.
“Haa… bring me.”
“Uh. Sister? What if I go and get hit and die?”
“It’s okay, so bring me. Say I called.”
After a while.
“Hey ~ Remadam. Is the divine water revealed?”
“Haa… It’s not a place for minors to come in, boss.”
Lena Claire. A junior officer of the Information Guild.
Her boss, who has now been recognized for her contributions and has become a mid-level executive, would say the guild leader of the information guild.
However, Corinne Locke is neither an employee nor an executive of the Information Guild. He is just a famous named knight attending Merkava Academy.
Even so, Lenya was calling Corin Locke a boss.
“I came to see you because you opened a business. It was useful, right? My information.”
“Yes, Countess Manoshka’s secret hobbies in cross-dressing in the West, or Kiri the Ladybug’s equipment-enhancing hoax…”
Corinne Locke, whom she had been in contact with since around August, made her an offer.
I will give you valuable information so that you can rise to the rank of the guild’s leader, so be your own limbs for the next 3 years.
We live information by information. It’s close to such a concept, but it’s a bit disconcerting for Lenya.
All of the information Corinne Locke brought is valuable enough to be classified as first or second class.
With that kind of information, you could make a deal with the great executives of the information guild.
From noble mtl dot com
I don’t understand why he wants to raise himself from scratch and put him in an important position in the information guild.
“How much authority do middle-level executives have?”
“In this city, you can access pretty much any information. For example… the teddy bear craftsman Josephine Clara is secretly sponsoring?”
“I already know that.”
“······It was semi-first-class information.”
This is the private life information of a witch in a semi-special wizard space that appears in history textbooks. I don’t know how the interest person knows that.
“It’s additional information that will increase the merit. By your standards, it’s at least level 1, and I think it’s semi-special level information at best.”
“… are you serious?”
“Royal civil servant Edna 4th class secretary. Last name is Mount Illusan.”
“Are you an ordinary secretary?”
“What if that secretary is the SM Queen who controls dozens of high-ranking government officials and even nobles?”
“·········”
The silence was long. It is easy to access information about people with castles that are difficult to talk about on this floor, but this is on a different level.
Dominant who whips high-ranking officials and nobles?
This is a huge scandal and there are infinite uses depending on how you approach it. If this is true, it will be the material that can ‘threaten’ those nobles right away.
“If this is true…”
“It’s true. I’ve been through it myself.”
“what?”
“She was like a female leopard. She almost got eaten.”
“······What is a boss really doing? Do I really need this much information?”
“I know only what I know. Only what I know.”
For now, Lenya had this shocking information stored in her head. If you have this much information, you should do it yourself. I have to eat and digest it myself without reporting it to the higher up.
“This information. Officially report it.”
“Why? It’s good to eat this alone.”
“It’s not like that. You only get credit for reporting this information. It’s up to someone else to use this.”
“It’s a pity… why?”
“The opponent is literally a queen who whips even high-ranking officials and nobles.
Corinne makes a horrifying prophecy that the information guild will also be destroyed with a high probability.
“I see. If something like that happens, even the great executives will be torn apart…”
“You have to fill that position.”
“Crazy boss. So… what information do you want after putting me up as a high-ranking official?”
“It’s information that you can’t even access at this stage. For now, do what I’m asking you to do.”
“Okay, now that I think about it, the official ‘Guardians’ application has arrived.”
“Didn’t I tell you to make a ghost guild? Nominally, you’re the supply officer for our Guardians.”
“You must be suspicious of my relationship with the boss?”
“I’m asking you to be suspicious. It’s proof that you’re officially under my protection. In fact, I’m a little uneasy with my short hair.”
“Marie Dunareff. The eldest daughter of the Southern Potato Empire.
“Damn it, why was I the only one who didn’t know? The bias of information is like this…”
A boss who bursts into a grievous lament. There’s no way she didn’t know that Marie Dunareff was the Potato Empire’s Dunareff, so there must be something she doesn’t know.
“······What are you talking about?”
“It’s nothing special. What I’m asking for this time is information from the eastern side.”
────
Moments later, Corinne stood up to leave the office. Lenya will organize the information he gave you and faithfully carry out his orders.
“right.”
“What else?”
“Have the tajja re-educate. The sound of pulling out the bottom was too loud.”
“Get out.”
“Processing expenses with money earned from me!”
“·······.”
* * * *
Late at night, Josephine tidied up the haircut in time for bedtime.
She untied her ponytail and changed into comfortable lingerie, putting on makeup in front of the dressing table.
end of daily life. It was the moment when I was performing my last daily routine before going to bed.
-smart
someone knocked on the door I wondered if it was Corinne Locke at the sound of a strong knock on the door, but that friend had left the academy after submitting an application for a night out in the afternoon.
“A student of Marie?”
“······it’s me.”
The owner of the voice was an unexpected visitor. That’s because the girl hasn’t visited her room even once this year.
“Come on in.”
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine, who didn’t even feel the need to cover her bare skin because she was the same woman, allowed the girl to visit. Although he is a strict housekeeper, he is loose at night.
-Kikkik
Hwaran opened the door and strode into the room. She was wearing cute pajamas, different from her usual nun uniform.
“It’s a big deal. I didn’t expect you to visit at this time. Is this a request from Ran?”
“······no.”
Is it the will of anger? It was Josephine who did not know English.
“What’s the matter?”
“·······.”
Hwaran did not answer for a while. The appearance of being silent is normal, but the opening of the mouth and the movement of the pupils from corner to corner of the room make you feel uncomfortable.
“·······.”
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine has been a professor for many years. That’s why there is such a thing as authority.
Students who came for consultations that are usually difficult to talk about. It’s a case where your mouth won’t let go even if you muster up the courage.
It’s really surprising that the typical behavior is anger, but in this case, it’s the duty of an adult, as a professor, to make it easy to say.
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine, walking barefoot across the carpeted room and sitting on the bed. She tapped the mat next to her.
“·······.”
Hwaran, who understands the signal and carefully visits and sits down.
“Is this counseling? Don’t worry and tell me.”
“This is a friend.”
“·······.”
Here, Josephine is not cold-blooded enough to point out harshly, “You don’t have any friends.”
“What did that… friend say?”
“They say that when you’re with someone, your heart becomes soft.”
“Is that so?”
iron-blooded woman. Head Professor Josephine Clara thoroughly maintained a poker face that did not collapse even during the witch hunt and focused on the story.
“Yeah. They say it’s fluffy like it’s on top of a cloud. They say it’s loud when you’re hugging it. Sometimes it makes my heart throb and I feel like I’m drowning in a swamp.”
“okay.”
It’s too serious, no, there’s no way that it’s not serious in that it’s counseling by Hwaran.
It was completely unexpected, so Josephine couldn’t even agree.
The image of Hwaran that is still inside her is still a high-class Mine. It’s like a ticking time bomb that you don’t know when it will explode.
However, Lee Da-ji also realizes anew when he sees a girl with a pitiful first love. After all, this child is also a girl.
‘Educator is disqualified.’
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine was acutely aware of her own shortcomings. After clearing her mind, the iron woman patted Hwaran’s shoulder with a warm smile.
“Yes. The Dutch party… No, it means that a Dutch friend is having such troubles. In other words, I don’t know what to do about him… Is that so?”
“······huh.”
This is love talk.
It is a request for help made by a girl who has met her first love.
Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.
Josephine will use 100% of her 100 years and 17 years of experience to create beautiful memories that will gracefully decorate the first page of a girl’s youth.
‘The target is… well, Corinne Locke.’
A spearman boy with that strange girl’s costume. There is no such thing as a man Hwaran contacts.
The diligent and mature freshman is a natural playboy to the point that a sophomore female student reports that he might be a cheater.
Of course, that personality and morality are recognized by Josephine, but a boy like a wolf with a lot of experience with women must be a harsh difficulty for a new chick like Hannah.
“The friend’s crush is…”
“I didn’t say that I was someone I fell in love with.”
“Anyway. It must mean that there are many women around me, right?”
“·······.”
Hwaran recalls. In addition to the shocking scene I saw during the day, there are many women I know throughout common classes and life in general.
During home time, he casually intervenes and eats the result, or when he goes out to the city, he greets the women of mysteries kindly.
I don’t think there was a time when I didn’t have a reason by my side.
-nod
also.
I guessed it, but he is a born playboy. Josephine lamented the idea of sending the fluffy kitten to the wolves, but focused on the task at hand.
“Listen up, Hwaran. Opportunities don’t come around often. Men with a lot of the opposite sex around them don’t approach the other person on their own. Women do come on their own.”
About 100 years ago, a popular love story read by a novice witch who was enjoying her youth, 「101 ways to capture that man」, was a love textbook for girls at the time.
“Act boldly, hotly, hotly. Otherwise you won’t win love. Those who stand in your way will be swept away at once.”
The sad thing about the girls who have reached their youth.
The counselor’s dating experience with a wild dog who roams around female dogs in the neighborhood is that the love story he read 100 years ago is the 117-year-old Miss Gold Witch.
Both Hwa and Ran are inexperienced girls, so they took advice based on sloppy love stories straight away.
‘Did you hear? Love is straightforward. Fastball!’
“······romantic relationship?”
Hwa tilted her head, asking what that meant. Ran feels stuffy and hits her chest, but Hwa only asks if your heart is throbbing too.
‘Look, 101 ways to capture the man borrowed from Professor Josephine…!’
“······Captured.”
Hwaran doesn’t particularly want to beat up Corinne. In the first place, it didn’t take more than a hundred methods to capture Corinne.
“I’ll just go and knock him out. I’m stronger than Corinne.”
‘Are you screwing it up?’
“why?”
‘Hmm… that might not be too bad. turn the book over Page 117.’
At Ran’s words, she opens the 33rd printing copy of 「101 ways to capture that man」 borrowed from Josephine.
“If necessary, forceful means. Lay him down on the bed.”
There was such a subheading.
‘But this is a card I can’t use hastily.’
“why?”
Isn’t it a story about capturing the castle called Corin? You can just crush it with force, so what’s the problem?
During the group assignment, he already had a history of falling into bed. The memory of that time is hazy, but the memory of Corinne stroking her hair in delight remained.
‘Look here. The heroine says that this is the last resort.’
“······last resort.”
‘So this is the last resort. When that time comes, I’ll leave it up to you.’
“······okay.”
The real Ran barely pretended to, raising the frame of her glasses that she wasn’t even wearing, and continued.
‘If you want to attack a castle, you must first have the walls. Sister Marie, that person is the gatekeeper.’
“······gatekeeper.”
To attack the castle, you must defeat the gatekeeper. And that gatekeeper is Marie Dunareff.
“Hit me?”
‘My brother will hate it if I do that.’
“How to?”
‘Leave it to me. I’ll do it.’
The time of decisive battle came soon.
“Sister, don’t you like me?”
It was the beginning of World War I.
La batalla por el grial comienza XD
That is one OLD dating advice book