An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 118: The Angel Meeting the Assassin (3)

The two women were silent as they bumped each other’s calves. One of them was a really beautiful, but somewhat decadent, elf who seemed to have tasted the happiness and despair of life.

The other woman had a body similar to that of the elf, but covered her face with an unusual mask without any decorations.

Just by keeping these two women kicking each other, large cracks were forming on the wooden floor of the dinning hall.

“Meryl, what’s your business?”

Rusa raised the corner of her lips as if this was a lot of fun.

“… … .”

But Merrill couldn’t answer. Because he didn’t even know why he ran away.

Meryl puts on the mask,

I remembered what had happened before.

Instead of a referee who fights like a cunning elf, Rusa aims at other students. The referee shouted “Don’t do that!” and ran to protect the human child.

In order for the heterogeneous race to protect the human child.

The referee, who had met Lusa’s attack like that, was bleeding quite a bit from the corner of his mouth. Even so, the appearance of fighting again was a human child itself.

‘No, are you really of a different race?’

That blood is red. Human-like red.

He didn’t have long ears, and he wasn’t as short as a dwarf. The skin is not scaly, and the pupils are not deformed.

If it’s a characteristic, it’s just beautiful like an angel… … .

Rusa, cowardly like an elf, once again aimed at a weak student, and the referee flew to save the student without any hesitation.

That look… … .

Small and dark memories of himself that come to mind in an instant. If it was the only light at that time… … .

“Hey, hide behind you. This professor will protect you.”

That look… … .

That look the referee takes… … .

“Let’s go with Professor Bon. You have talent.”

Doesn’t that look resemble someone else’s? Even the position the referee took to stop Rusa… … .

‘It’s the posture of claiming swordsmanship.’

All these races are enemies of mankind. The referee is of a different race. In addition to that, they are the most vicious angels of the same kind as the Demon King.

‘So you have to kill me.’

Lusa’s kick flew up once again.

A boy who rescues a weak child like someone else. A boy who looks just like a human except for his really unhuman beauty.

‘So… … .’

Every time I see it, my heart throbs. The beauty of the boy’s technique, and the posture of the swordsmanship that seemed to have been taught directly by Professor Park Jin-ho.

So it was.

Merrill, a professor of assassination who hates different races, went out to save a referee who is a different race.

For these complex reasons. And Meryl couldn’t bring these complicated stories out of her mouth.

Because he couldn’t even organize himself.

‘No, I can’t say it even if I put it together.’

So Merrill decided to turn around.

“really… If you don’t persecute humans even for a day, you must have gotten a disease that causes thorns to grow in your mouth, right? Is this a class?”

Some Martial Arts students almost nodded their heads… He meets Lusa’s gaze and runs away while whistling.

“Why are you arguing with someone else’s class? Did you see me arguing that the Assassination Department only accepts humans? Come on?”

But Lusa did not back down. Combat Lusa. If he had avoided the fight, he wouldn’t have been given the nickname “Avatar Shin”.

“So why did you intervene? It’s my class.”

Lusa’s laugh.

Meryl screams in annoyance.

“A nobleman beating people again… I couldn’t stand it, so I intervened. Are you dissatisfied?”

“Oh yeah? If you can’t stand it, you’ll be punished.”

Lusa took this opportunity to pose as if trying to fix Meryl’s temper, and Meryl took out a dagger from her arms as if it was better.

Students roaring and spreading the distance.

Everyone had a look of perplexity.

‘Ah, why are you doing this all of a sudden?’

And it was the same with the referee.

‘Professor Lusa. I see the corners of my lips rising slowly… I think you’re really going to stick with it.’

Why am I doing this all of a sudden when I’ve been able to get the sum right up until now? When the professor race starts fighting, it is a disaster and a war.

It was said that people die.

A life cold enough to make even Yumari swallow her saliva and take a step back spreads out from the center of the dungeon where the professors stand.

“No!”

However, the referee was able to survive with the buff ＜Angels become stronger when they do angelic things!>.

“What are you two doing!”

The referee looked at Lusa and Meryl respectively. When the referee suddenly jumps out, Lusa is confused and notices him.

“Professor Lusa. Today’s class is tough!”

“Yeah, you know. Today’s class was like this for a reason… … .”

“I don’t know.”

The referee removed the shichimi.

“Yes?”

Lusa pursed her lips in embarrassment.

The referee immediately looks at the next opponent, regardless of whether Lusa is embarrassed or not.

“Are you Professor Merrill from the Assassination Department?”

“… okay.”

“Why are you interrupting classes in other departments?”

The referee raised his head and asked confidently as if he was not afraid at all. It was just cute, but… … .

Heart pounding, it was such a shocking posture that someone could hear the beating of the heart.

‘I want to take a picture… … .’

Hey- Meryl, who was bruising. She immediately shook her head and stepped back.

“Hey, I don’t want to argue with him… Professor Lusa, keep in mind that I am always watching.”

“I’m scared and I run away.”

Thus, the riot in the Department of Martial Arts ended. The referee was immersed in speculation as he recalled Merrill’s appearance.

‘Are you an idiot? ‘You’re a derogatory word for elves.’

Come to think of it, during the War of Destruction, Meryl hated monsters as much as she hated the Demon King, and it seems that she was as sharp to other races as she did.

‘right. Meryl is definitely a noble for the elves, a half-beast for the beasts, a stocky for the dwarves, and a fly for the fairies… … .’

I’ve been subjected to various insults and so on.

‘I knew it was simply because Merrill was naive and cynical… … .’

If so, what the hell is this message?

＜It is an angelic thing to relieve hatred of a hated hero!>

＜You have acquired angelic power.>

A hero in hatred Even the fool angel referee could easily figure out who he was referring to.

‘Meryl is a hated hero.’

The referee looked at Rusa, who was sad because she had missed the chance to fight.

“Professor Lusa. You said earlier that the Assassination Department only accepts humans, right?”

“Yeah, just like the Archery Department accepts a lot of different races, the Assassination Department only picks up humans. You know why, even if I don’t tell you?”

Yes. The referee could tell without saying anything. The fact that Merrill hates non-human races.

And the dispelling of that hatred is converted into angelic power… … .

‘If I can’t dispel Meryl’s hatred, the Demon King will surely use Meryl’s feelings to darken this world.’

I don’t know what kind of past he has, but Merrill hates this race. There was no way the Demon King could not use this feeling of hatred.

‘Maybe, to challenge the resurrected angel, Dean Iriel, and try to do something about me as an angel… … .’

Angels are also heterogeneous.

With this explanation, everything was right.

In order for the referee to enjoy a safe academy life, it was necessary to blow away the hatred of Professor Merrill, a racial hater.

‘Then I can’t help it.’

The referee vowed for his own safety.

‘It’s not for my safety! For the other heterogeneous students who attend the academy, and furthermore, for the world.’

And for the sake of angels.

‘I’ll change Professor Merrill’s heart!’

Twinkle – Yumari sighed as she saw the referee’s eyes lit up. When I saw the referee meddling in the professors’ fight earlier, I was really…

Yumari’s heart sank.

‘The referee… You are trying to sacrifice yourself with an altruistic resolution.’

Twinkle – Seeing the referee’s shining eyes, Yumari sighed. Her horns are starting to grow little by little.

‘In the end, if you want to protect the referee, you have no choice but to lock him up… … .’

A referee who is protected in his arms.

Safely, forever… … .

only me… … .

The girl smiled greedily.

Hesitantly, Yumari hid in a corner hiding the enlarged horns. Fortunately, Mutu and the training room were noisy, so no one was conscious of Yumari.

Except for some boys who like Yumari.

‘This is not me. This is not me… … .’

So Yumari put on the mask again.

* * *

The referee hung the laundry to organize his thoughts.

‘Meryl, the only known past is the fact that she is Park Jin-ho’s adopted daughter.’

If so, it is highly likely that Park Jin-ho knows about Merrill’s deep past as well. Then I have no choice but to ask Professor Park Jin-ho about Merrill… … .

‘But that’s too dangerous. If Professor Merrill finds out that I am digging into Professor Merrill’s past… … .’

From then on, he was going to take assassination lessons directly from the professor assassination.

Are you an angel student of a heterogeneous race who already hates to look ugly, but are you digging into your past? If so… Dori-dori- The referee shook his head.

Because it was something I didn’t want to imagine.

“Wow, there is no answer.”

After sighing, the referee looked at the note placed in the mailbox of the volunteer club. Each one was a means of obtaining angelic power.

“Hmm, the cursed magic book seal? This sends Soya to automatic hunting… No, I’m asking Soya… … .”

So the referee quickly looked at the note.

Love counseling, this is a pass. scourge of other clubs. This is all together. Injury treatment, this alone. and… … .

“What is this?”

The referee tilted his head. Because there was one unusual service request.

“Are you looking for a student?”

What was written was this:

There is a child who awakened his pedigree ability and took it from the superintelligence family. I heard that you were admitted to the Central Academy this time, but I haven’t been able to contact you lately.

After hearing the rumors about the volunteer club, I try to leave a note like this through another student. Please find my child.

After reading this note, the referee muttered:

“I have to see this in person… … .”

The referee was touched.

A nib that seems to be able to acquire many angelic powers.

When the weekend came, the referee gave up his travel permit and went outside.

It was to meet the parents who left this note in person.

“Umm, Jongno, old Seoul… If it’s a cafe called Retro… Are you here?”

The referee looked up at a cafe. It was an ordinary cafe, nothing special. However, if you like this kind of atmosphere because there aren’t many customers, it’s worth stopping by occasionally.

And in the corner of the cafe, there was a woman who looked really neat and innocent. A beautiful woman who doesn’t seem to know anything about war and has no interest in fighting.

The beautiful woman looks at the referee and smiles broadly.

“Here it is. Are you really here? I am the client.”

The woman was at a loss as to what she could do, as if she was really happy that the referee had arrived. And the referee saw that and swallowed.

‘Wait a minute, the client… … .’

A professor who always wears a mask, but the mask is removed after being defeated by the Demon King. The Demon King revealed his appearance to the world through TV.

So the referee knew Merrill’s unmasked figure.

‘I hope it was Professor Merrill.’

That girl, acting like a parent who doesn’t know anything, is… After Park Jin-ho, Merrill, a professor of assassination department who brutally eliminated the enemies of the world.

‘… I can’t help it for now.’

The referee smiled.

And greeted politely.

“Nice to meet you. I am the club leader of the volunteer club. I am the referee.”