47 – #047 Who are you?
“It seems that your father was hiding many secrets. Was there no such thing as a will? When it’s time to die, he’s supposed to be light-mouthed.”
“There was something similar, but I burned it….”
“Burn? Why?”
“… I thought my father was crazy.”
Unaware of her situation, Marianne looked at me with her eyes asking what nonsense she was talking about, but she also has an excuse for me.
No, no matter how common sense you are as a parent, how can you believe that this world is actually a game world and that you are a human being from another world?
Of course, looking back, I still have a feeling that it was too much to burn because it is a keepsake, but who could have predicted that it would turn out like this?
‘If only the status window appeared a little faster….’
If he had come out just 30 seconds earlier, he wouldn’t have done anything crazy like throwing a strategy book.
Why did it come out after throwing the strategy book, it is the worst timing to feel the malice of someone unknown.
I was so resentful as to why that had happened, but even if I resented my past self, nothing would change.
Let’s breathe slowly while suppressing her resentment and regret for losing her place. Marianne let out a deep sigh and said as she watched the scene.
“… Apparently, there are complicated family circumstances that the original woman can’t even guess. So what will she do with the rest of her time?”
“How much time is left?”
“The opposition from the students is so strong that even if I force the class, it will only cause resistance and it will be difficult to have a good time, so I am going to cancel the remaining classes.”
So, she said, she could go back to her original class if she wanted to, or she could leave school as it is.
Of course, if she wanted to leave school, she added that she didn’t have to worry about that part because she would record her help in class and acknowledge her attendance.
“Then, I have something I want to check, so can I leave school for today?”
“What do you want to check?”
“Yes, I think I can see it at this time.”
The snailfish that visits my house chooses a time zone when I’m not there, so maybe I can meet them if I visit them now.
He or she didn’t harm me, but I couldn’t stand it because I was concerned about who did it and for what purpose.
After briefly explaining her situation, Marianne said with a straight face.
“… You are also in a lot of trouble. Would you rather move? If money is an issue for her, she may be able to be flexible to some extent, but….”
“If you look at the new furniture, it looks like you have a lot of money, so if you move, it will definitely follow. And… I don’t know how people will look at me if I say this, but I don’t feel offended because I feel like someone is taking care of me.”
“… I am confused whether to be astonished or pitiful. Anyway, if that’s what you’re thinking, don’t bother blocking it.”
“Yes, then I will leave.
As soon as I left Marianne’s office, I went into a remote alleyway and put on the mask of a hermit.
When I look at the furniture in my room that grows day by day, I can tell that someone who is stalking me is not ordinary.
I don’t think I would go that far, but it was possible enough for that stalker to plant people watching me around the academy.
With the power of the hermit’s mask, I completely disappeared from people’s awareness, but in case of an emergency, I chose a road with few people and returned home.
“… ….”
When I got to the front of the house, I looked around to see if there was anyone in the room, but I couldn’t feel anyone’s presence.
But just in case, I went up and carefully opened the door….
“Ugh… !!”
The moment I opened the door, the dazzling light covered my eyes, and I involuntarily closed my eyes and stepped back.
Why the light?
For magic to cover the eyes, the intensity of the light was weak, so there was no problem even if I opened my eyes, and I didn’t feel any mana.
When I carefully opened my eyes with a question in my heart, the question of why the light was falling was resolved, but a new question immediately began to sprout.
“… Window?”
What was reflected in my eyes was a window that couldn’t have been in this room. Looking at the window, the emotion I felt was neither fear nor anything, but admiration.
A job that is incomparable to putting furniture in a room was completed in just a few hours after I went to the academy. How can I not admire it?
As usual, I looked around to see if there was a note, and there was a note of the same size as usual under the window.
[The air is so bad that I put up a window. I think it would be better to periodically open the windows to ventilate, and move to a different place than this place if possible.
If you are unable to move because you do not have enough money, I will find a house to live in, so write it down on a note.]
When I unfolded the note and opened it, I found the usual text written in neat handwriting.
I’ve been wondering until now, but who the hell is this human? No, was he human in the first place?
With the note in my hand, I sat against the wall and thought about when this had happened.
The first time was the day I got the black dog necklace, but it’s hard to find a connection between that case and this one, so it’s better to say it was earlier than that.
‘If it was before that, it would be the Colosseum….’
Even the moneylenders on the street knew who I was, so it’s highly likely that the stalker found me after the Colosseum incident.
I knew roughly when I was targeted, but many questions still remain.
Who is he or she and for what purpose did he or she approach me in such a bizarre way?
Stalking most often begins with a twisted affection towards the other person, and just looking at the note, you can see that he has goodwill, if not affection.
We cannot completely rule out the possibility that money is the work of a pervert who has a suspiciously large Asian fetish.
However, I couldn’t let go of the idea that the place was none other than the Academy.
At some point, my father felt the limit of his lifespan and entrusted me with the task of defeating the Demon God.
I started practicing in earnest when I was 8 years old, but that was just waiting for me to grow to a certain size, and the idea itself must have come about a long time ago.
That period must have been before I was born or when I was young I can’t even remember. What the hell happened to my father then?
‘… Could it be that the person who left this note is my mother?’
When I think of the time when memories did not exist, the word mother naturally comes to mind.
My father would get angry and beat me whenever I heard about my mother.
Considering that reaction, I wonder if it was my mother who made my father like that?
‘Then my mother is my enemy?’
If the enemy is right, why did you keep me alive and not kill me? To appease me? No, is it true that the person who sent this note in the first place is my mother?
Is there any possibility that my father’s old colleague hiding in the academy found me and approached me?
I don’t know.
The more I thought about it, the more questions I had, and in the end, the method I chose was the fastest and stupidest in a way.
[Do you know what evil is?]
If you are an ally, you will find out the enemy’s plan after reading this article and approach it in a different way.
If you are an enemy, after reading this article, your plan is known, so you will move to eliminate me.
And if you’re just a pervert with a lot of money, there won’t be a specific answer coming back.
‘… Either way it would be a headache.’
I scattered the note on the floor, hoping that it would come out with less trouble.
f*ck… I’d rather just be a stalker.
*****
“… Ugh, ugh.”
It was a story several hours later that Rose woke up after being knocked down by John Doe.
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After all her lessons, Marianne, who was enjoying her reading, noticed her rose, raising her head, and asked her.
“Are you awake?”
“This is… ?”
“That is a cliché. That’s what fainted people always say. This is my professor’s office. If your memory is hazy, lie down a little longer. Don’t worry, I’ve left the contact at your house.”
As Marianne said, let’s lie down some more, and Rose immediately recalled her memories of that time.
But, like a ripped mystery novel where the identity of the culprit is really important, how he fainted didn’t come to mind until the very end.
“How did I pass out?”
“If you want to know, use honorifics first. She is not a friendly teacher to the extent that she is kind to a student who has forgotten her manners.”
“… How did I pass out?”
“I passed out after being hit in the jaw from the side. She didn’t hit that hard, so maybe a concussion.”
Hearing her words, Rose remembered the slight pain she felt in her jaw right before she fainted.
She was supposed to know that John Doe was strong, but she was defeated so badly that Rose was so humiliated and devastated that her tears were about to flow.
It was while Rose was still struggling with the embarrassment of her first defeat in a fight with her peers.
Marianne stood up from her seat and put two documents slightly smaller than A4 on top of Rose who was lying on the sofa.
“What is this?”
“Is it half words as soon as the business is over? That’s a reflection. Until tomorrow, write a letter of apology for leaving without permission during class and for taking out a weapon recklessly on campus.”
“f*ck….”
When Rose looked at her reflection and murmured softly, Marianne placed one more on top of it.
“Please write an apology for the swearing.”
“… ….”
Apparently, Rose doesn’t have time to soak in the afterglow of her first defeat.