52. Virtue
Sunday morning.
Iroas Watch cried out.
Lee Do-jin confirmed the message.
– The written test period for 1st and 2nd graders will be changed.
As a matter of course, the written test was postponed.
To next Friday.
I sent you the schedule for Sunday, probably because I was busy doing research yesterday.
It seemed to be the conclusion that the academy had worked hard for as long as possible. There was also a glimpse of the determination to completely stabilize the academy for a week.
I had a rough breakfast at the cafeteria in the dormitory and returned to my room.
Lee Do-jin meditated while stroking the spirit ‘King of the Great Forest’.
Wriggle! Burr….
‘When will this guy become a contract?’
This bastard can sign a contract for this, but isn’t he just being touched?
Lee Do-jin had doubts, but he continued to touch them.
***
Lunch time.
Lee Do-jin came out wearing a black hoodie. She didn’t know what was going on, so the nano black suit and her wooden sword were packed in her subspace pocket.
A restaurant street across from Iroas Academy.
I went into a famous Chinese restaurant there.
“W.”
There was only one person in Lee Do-jin’s radius who started the first word like that.
“Sit next to me, junior.”
Yeon Si-mun, a silver-haired woman, was sitting. And at the table in front of him, a woman with opposite blonde hair was sitting.
Lee Do-jin felt as if she had seen her somewhere.
Blue eyes were staring at Lee Do-jin.
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Her sophomore cadet, Rachel Walker, immediately recalled her yesterday’s tragedy. She ended up with the death of one of her students.
If this man hadn’t appeared there, it was clear that there would have been more casualties.
Yesterday I went to the funeral of a male cadet in my class.
She couldn’t help feeling a little down at the thought of a death that would not have happened had she been stronger.
As the day passed, the gloomy sensation disappeared.
In the end, those who survived had to live on.
Rachel was staring at her through her eyes.
Yeon Si-mun looked at Lee Do-jin.
“I heard what happened at the academy on Friday. You’re not hurt anywhere?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
Yeon Si-moon smiled.
“It’s more strange that a guy who fought almost alone is fine. Junior.”
“Oh, I don’t think I fought alone.”
When she fought Un Hyeong-cheol, a professor of magic, she remembered that there was a female cadet who was fighting against him on an almost equal footing.
‘Blonde, blue eyes.’
I couldn’t help but remember it because I was not Korean. And because her red thunderbolt and desperate fighting spirit wrapped around her body, she was more clearly lingered in her mind.
Lee Do-jin looked at the blonde woman again.
“Oh.”
It was only then that I realized. That the person on her own diagonal was the wizard who had been dealing with her professor first two days ago.
“You’re the senior who was dealing with that professor on Friday. Are you feeling well? Oh, I’m Dojin Lee, a first year student.”
Lee Do-jin bowed her head slightly and asked politely.
Rachel opened her mouth slightly.
It was not easy for her to think that the figure of Lee Do-jin she saw on Friday and the person bowing her head now were the same person.
‘Noble.’
Because he really looked like a superman when he overpowered the professor. A knight who does his best to slay the enemy.
And her appearance was noble. Even her full body suit covered in blood. Rachel opened her mouth slowly.
“…Yes, that’s fine. I’m Rachel Walker, a sophomore.”
As soon as the shouting at each other ended, a male employee wearing an apron approached.
“Would you like to order?”
Yeon Si-mun quickly opened his mouth.
“What will juniors eat?”
“Jjajangmyeon.”
“Two chadol jjamppong and one jjajang. All in large portions.”
Lee Do-jin made a dazed expression at Yeon Si-mun’s resolute order. That blonde American cadet is eating Chadol Jjambbong.
The waitress who took the order left.
Yeon Si-mun grinned.
“The future the vice-president is talking about, 3 of the golden generation have gathered. Only one is missing.”
Lee Do-jin, 1st grader. Sophomore Rachel Walker. Year 3 essay.
“Who is the 4th grader?”
Lee Do-jin brought out a question that he couldn’t help but be curious about.
“Yes, a monster.”
Rachel added an afterword to the words of Yeonsimun.
“That senior is Frick, Frick. He is not virtuous.”
Yeonsimun giggled.
“Are juniors virtuous?”
“Noble.”
Lee Do-jin tilted his head. It is clear what you are saying about yourself. Because I couldn’t understand what you meant.
“What is virtue?”
Gogyeol (高潔).
I knew roughly what it meant. However, it was not a word commonly used. And it wasn’t even a word that a foreigner would write. Do-jin Lee was asking what Rachel thinks of virtue.
“A wonderful thing. It seems like you are living a noble life alone, but no one can think of it as a facade. That is nobleness.”
Lee Do-jin’s mind was dazed by the fluent explanation.
“…But am I virtuous?”
Rachel looked at Lee Do-jin clearly.
“It was noble. Yesterday’s appearance. A superman on a white horse who came alone to save the kingdom from ruin. He had the same nobility.”
Noble.
Lee Do-jin gradually became scared.
‘… Im not insane This person too.’
The same goes for senior Yeon Si-moon next door. Why do strong people who have passed a certain level transcend the normal category?
Lee Do-jin did not recognize that he himself was a very crazy swordsman in the eyes of others. The desire for nothingness was a natural instinct for him.
“Rachel, do you consider yourself to be virtuous?”
Rachel raised her head.
“Of course. Where can I find such nobility? A wizard who reached the 5th circle at the age of 21. He is one of the world’s most talented wizards. A wizard who handles both lightning and ice as adepts. I am not virtuous. If not, who will be virtuous?”
The ego was excessively enlarged.
No matter how well-founded his confidence was, this was too much.
If nobility is divided according to the scale of strength, then why are seniors in the 4th grade belonging to the golden generation not noble monsters? Dojin Lee immediately turned that question into a question.
Rachel said firmly.
“I don’t like the way that senpai fights. It’s messy.”
Ah, being strong was fundamental. You had to match your taste to enter the category of noble.
“The food you ordered is here.”
The waiter put one jjajang and two chadol jjamppong on the table.
Slurp-
The two started to focus on chadol jjamppong.
A blonde American woman with blue eyes who is focused on chadol jjamppong.
Lee Do-jin was the most amazing scene I had ever seen at the academy.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
Rachel wiped her mouth with a tissue and looked at Lee Do-jin.
“Whoops, is jjamppong spicy? This is how spicy it is.”
‘… It’s not normal.’
Lee Do-jin was convinced. Senior Lee also said that he had a good taste for senior Yeon Si-moon. Yeon Si-moon, who is actually the party to the disease, will have no thoughts.
Because you are still pouring your passion into chadol jjamppong.
Yeon Si-mun raised his head at Lee Do-jin’s continued gaze. There were a few traces of red jjamppong on her lips. But like Rachel, she didn’t wipe it off right away.
“Why. Jjajang doesn’t taste good? Jjamppong is delicious.”
Rachel helped with a word.
“Chadol is noble.”
“No, jajangmyeon is also delicious.”
Jjajangmyeon was delicious, but the two of them were so strange that I kept looking at them.
I felt a sense of comfort seeing the two of them fit together strangely.
Cut off the beast’s breath. Pushing the professor to the brink of death. Friday, which should have ended with a written test, was really damn tired.
So, as a reaction to the tiredness, I had to end the day yesterday by just meditating blankly. At least before falling asleep, she met and talked with Mistil Tein and Hwangbo Se-ryeong, so her mood did not go to the bottom.
The words Liu Jia said on Friday lingered in her mind.
Now, there really are more people to protect.
“Oh, I didn’t order rice. Boss.”
“I almost couldn’t be noble. The soup of jjamppong becomes noble only when it is served with rice.”
… Even if these people don’t follow it, I think they’ll survive just fine.
In the end, even Lee Do-jin had to eat jjajang with rice depending on the mood. The taste was undeniable.
Zi-Ying
Lee Do-jin’s phone vibrated. Yeon Si-mun, who quickly raised his head, checked the name floating on Lee Do-jin’s cell phone.
“Baek Hwa-yeon’s junior.”
“Excuse me for a second.”
Lee Do-jin answered the phone.
-Lee Do-jin!!
And at the same time, a high-pitched high-pitched sound echoed across the table. I didn’t even press speaker mode.
“…What’s going on?”
Is this serious?
– You, you! Did you share the same set as Bitna and me to two people? Necklace for me Shine the earrings!
“Yes, I did.”
Rachel gave a thumbs up to Dojin Lee’s answer! She coughed loudly.
Moon opened her mouth strangely. Both of them stared at Lee Do-jin with a puzzled face.
-What, what! What is the reason! Kyaaak!
Baek Hwa-yeon was angry with steam. Lee Do-jin, of course, was not aware of that.
“I’m afraid it’ll be burdensome if I give the whole set to one person. It’s divided.”
-… Wealth or burden? Uh… Whoa! You madman! If you gave me one set intact, I would have liked it twice as much! What a burden! Crazy for this sword! Someone give me a set!
-You crazy bastard!
At the end of Baek Hwa-yeon’s words, Choi Bit-na’s scolding followed. It seemed that the two were together.
“I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand.”
-Kiaaak! I don’t understand? Die! Die good!
Baek Hwa-yeon started screaming at her, and Yeon-shi Moon and Rachel started to giggle and laugh.
Rachel came next to Lee Do-jin with her eye smile and whispered in his ear. So that her voice does not reach the cell phone.
“First of all, empty your stomach and hang up. I’ll tell you what’s wrong after you’ve finished your meal. I’m a noble person.”
-Kiaaak! Die!
Lee Do-jin decided to borrow according to Rachel’s solution. I still don’t understand what the problem is.
“I’m really sorry. I was short of ideas.”
-aaagh!
Baek Hwa-yeon’s anger continued for five minutes after that.