An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 79: The Angel Who Creates Style (10)

End of the first final exam.

“Write, I lived.”

“After all, Johnber is the answer.”

The first final exam was held with three elements: unfairness, ruthlessness, and irrationality… No student took issue with this test method.

“Honey. That bastard from the Department of Swordsmanship and Lee Min-ho, eventually went out this time.”

“It looks good. They put on all kinds of live shows to take care of their juniors.”

“this… … .”

At best, they are practical-minded students, at worst… It meant unfair and ruthless students.

“This is a test.”

Both were correct.

Because actual combat is inherently unfair and ruthless, there is no order in which to go, and anyone, young or good, can die.

“ha… … .”

The referee let out a long sigh and watched the students stand up.

One of them was a pretty girl with long black hair and small horns.

Yumari from Seocheon Yuga.

In this test, I stood by Yoo Shi-hyeon and tried to attack Professor Rusa.

Using Yumari and his entourage, Shihyeon Yu will surely try to secure the sapling of the World Tree.

So, healing Yumari right now was like increasing the number of enemies as a referee. then.

‘Marie is friends with me. Wouldn’t it betray Seocheon Yuga and help us if we ask for help in saving the seedlings?’

said the referee.

“Mary.”

“yes?”

Help me save the seedlings.

Don’t go with Seocheon Yuga.

Yoo Shihyeon is a bad person.

hesitate-

The referee continued to lick his lips, but… None of those words could be spit out.

‘If Marie helps me, if she helps me betray Yoo Shi-hyeon and Seocheon Yu-ga.’

Great retaliation will follow.

So the referee.

“… Don’t get hurt.”

didn’t say anything else.

I was just telling you not to get hurt.

“that.”

Yumari still had a hard expression on her face, but while her cheeks were a little red, she muttered something like this.

“That’s what I want to say.”

“That’s right?”

“yes.”

Sabak- Sabak-

There was a girl walking lightly on the grass.

The girl slowly stood next to the referee, waving her pink hair, and suddenly sharply struck Yumari’s hand.

“Ah, why are you suddenly throwing a nyangnyang punch at Marie?”

“What? Nyangnyang Punch? No, this is not important.”

With cold eyes, Hongwol looked at Yumari and said.

“I’m sorry, but won’t you turn it off? You belong to the Seocheon Yoo family. We are a group of people who do not want to hand over their seedlings to the Seocheon Yuga.”

single smile-

Hong-wol seemed to be very happy with this situation, and hugged the referee from behind.

“Wol, Wol-ah!”

“Can’t you hear me? The enemy will turn off.”

“you.”

With the sound of ominous lightning, Yumari’s blue horns gradually appeared. Yumari’s atmosphere changes with him.

“Hey guys. Don’t fight!”

The referee, caught by Hong-wol, shook his head vigorously, trying to calm the situation.

to touch-

Hong-wol naturally stroked the referee’s blonde hair.

Yumari’s horns grew bigger and bigger, but there was nothing she could do about it.

“Whew… See you on the second exam.”

“okay. Then we’ll see the end.”

After the two of them backed away, the referee looked at Hong-wol with an angry expression.

“Wolah! Why are you arguing with Marie?”

“… … ?”

Hong-wol tilted his head as if he didn’t know what the referee was saying, he didn’t know anything.

“Yumari is my enemy, so why are you arguing with him?”

“Why is Marie the enemy?”

“Because you’re trying to steal my man.”

With a momentarily full of desire, Hong-wol hugged the referee tightly.

“The referee is mine.”

Carreung-

Perhaps even if someone else asks for the boy to be released, he will not let the referee go for the time being.

‘Huh, Wol-i is doing this again.’

But Hong-wol’s opponent is the butler angel referee!

A butler genius who has been taking care of Hong-wol since entering school!

‘Wol-i’s weakness is.’

The referee reached out and fiddled with Hong Wol’s pink ears.

The soft ones were really nice to the touch.

“Hey!”

A fluttering and jumping red moon.

Hong-wol muttered while looking at the referee with his face blushing.

“Don’t touch your ears!”

“You are touching me.”

“I can, but you can’t!”

With those words, Hong-wol ran away again.

By the way, what the hell is this logic? You can touch it, but the other person can’t.

‘Well, you can.’

However, the referee, as a good butler, has learned that cats shouldn’t argue with logic.

“The referee.”

At that moment, a voice came from behind.

Somewhere locked and withdrawn, it was the voice of a girl who had been crying.

“Soya. it’s okay?”

The referee hurriedly stood next to Soya.

“I hate you. It’s not okay.”

Soya buried her face in the referee’s chest and muttered slowly.

“Then let’s go home quickly.”

The referee didn’t know what to say.

‘something.’

But I could only feel this one.

‘A feeling of mayhem?’

* * *

Black Magic Princess Soya.

Who is Soya?

Soya, 17 years old in Korean age.

He has hair that has turned gray due to magic pollution, and it is as if he has no family relationship.

‘Why is there no family relationship?’

it’s hanso

After being abandoned by his family, he abandoned his castle.

The reason for being abandoned was because of the intimidation of the mage family and the mage company. Because they stole the magic that Soya had invented and framed her.

My parents did not protect Soya like that.

‘What will happen to Soya in the future?’

Reached the 9th Circle Wizard that there are three in this world. The youngest of the 9 circle wizards. He also had the highest potential, but he did not receive proper education when he was growing up, so he had no choice but to stop at the ‘9th Circle’ wizard.

If he had not been killed by the Demon King at a young age, or had received proper magic education before becoming an adult.

He was the most likely to reach the 10th Circle Wizard.

The referee closed his eyes.

‘What do I know about Soya?’

The referee thought he knew most about Soya. He knew what hardships he had in the future, and he was aware of the sorrows he had in the past.

I only know that.

“Soya, are you sleeping?”

The referee looked at Soya sleeping.

‘Sad, anxiety, and loneliness… … .’

Emotions sleeping in the girl’s mind.

Those emotions were moving like a storm, no one could stop them.

“Soya.”

The referee could feel this feeling.

It’s not just because the referee is her guardian angel.

Because the same darkness existed in the referee’s mind.

Because it is this sadness and loneliness that determines a person as a person.

The referee understood this feeling.

‘I don’t know anything about Soya.’

The ambiguous stage of not becoming a child or an adult.

‘still… I know that Soya suffers from loneliness a lot more than she thinks.’

because he himself

The referee wanted to do something for Soya.

I was already giving a lot, but I felt that it wasn’t enough.

‘… Shall we even pray?’

There was a memory that came to the referee for a moment.

The memory of a woman who prayed to heaven for her beloved baby.

“Angels who care for the earth. Please hear my prayer.”

Although the boy had no faith.

“Please don’t let this child be sad.”

“Please don’t let this child be lonely.”

The referee, and the referee, remembered a mother who had prayed to them.

“Angels who care for the earth, please shine a light on this child’s future.”

The referee put his hands together and prayed in the direction of the moonlight.

＜It is an angelic thing to pray.>

＜You have acquired angelic power.>

‘Huh, did you get angel power just by doing this? I will pray often in the future.’

Of course, it is prayer without faith.

After the referee left, Soya, who was left in the room, woke up.

“pray… … .”

Soya’s face turned red.

“for me.”

The girl smiled uncontrollably as if she had ever cried, and spoke to something hiding in the shadows.

“Did you call me master or queen of black horses?”

“sure. Who else can be my master but you?”

What appeared out of the darkness was a dark dog with ugly teeth.

Someone who spoke to Soya when she hid in the bunker.

And the name of the being who knows Soya better than anyone else.

“If you’re talking about me, Tintalos. You can call me Tintalos.”

“What is your identity?”

“I am a monster born by the existence of a black magic princess, a monster raised by her sorrow and loneliness.”

“Tintalos… Where are you from?”

“It is not this world. I come from a future that has already disappeared.”

Soya muttered hiding her fear.

“okay? A witch called the Black Magic Princess… Life must have been so lonely Enough to create a powerful monster like you.”

“… … .”

Soya said.

“okay. If you sign a contract… Will you give me strength?”

“sure.”

“For what?”

A black dog called Tintalus smiled horribly, showing his teeth.

“Knights hateful teeth… … .”

Seeing this, Soya shrugged slightly.

“It is a black horse-friendly tooth. And there’s no price to pay already. I already got it.”

Hearing that, Soya nodded her head once.

“I don’t want to lose anything anymore. My research, my magic. and… and… even my friends.”

Soya reached out to her shadow.

“Give me strength.”

* * *

So the day of the second final exam was bright.

The second round of the final exam was in the form of a tournament, and the students who survived the first competed one-on-one with one winner.

And the last person left is the head of this final exam.

“Soya, are you okay?”

“Because it’s okay.”

Soya woke up in the morning full of confidence.

The reason didn’t matter.

‘First of all, this morning, Soya was the most black horse-friendly stir-fried sausage with vegetables.’

Just because of the stir-fried sausage and vegetables, there was no way I could be so confident.

How the hell?

‘A little bit of heavenly fragrance oil instead of cooking oil when frying sausages?’

Yes. The reason Soya is so confident is because of doping.

In fact, the use of buffs and potions was recognized to some extent in such student rallies. What would happen if you forbid buffs even though you have buff skills?

Buff-type shaman and wizard students would receive failing points as they were.

So, unless it’s a serious level of doping, some buffs and potions were allowed.

And the heavenly ointment.

‘The strongest buff. Besides, it is difficult to recognize that it is a potion or a buff because it belongs to the authority.’

The referee nodded.

There was no accusation of excessive doping.

Blessings of Angels who anoint the king with oil Lv.3.

Even the referee chooses the best from among the top prizes,

One of the three bottles I’ve been saving to the end.

The effect is more than any other buff, though.

Soya opened her mouth again.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“However.”

Soya grinned and took her magic book in her arms.

“That crap, it won’t even take ten seconds.”

“Soya, don’t be conceited!”

The referee clenched his fist.

The senior Soya is dealing with this time is a third year in the Department of Sorcery, and the Soga-ju of the Sorcery Family.

As far as the referee knew, I heard that it was close to the completion of the 7th circle wizard.

‘Probably true. If you act like Iljin in 3rd grade, it means you’re really strong.’

Isn’t it probably just below the top of the academy in terms of force alone? If so, it meant that Hong-Wol and Marie, who were still only freshmen, were difficult opponents.

Then Soya is weaker than them.

“Soya! The important thing is not to get hurt! I passed the first test anyway, so I avoided failing. So, I think I won’t get hurt more than I thought I’d win… … .”

“The referee.”

Soya looked at the referee with a serious expression.

“I am stronger than you think.”

And it’s not like I’m walking into the stadium proudly.

Of course, a third-year mage major who is full of thoughts of ravaging his opponent, and his opponent is a first-year, bullied young witch.

At the student council’s call, the two mages stood in their places.

“I will start the final exam competition. to the position of the student.”

The old man cleverly opened his mouth.

“Who is this? Isn’t it Researcher Soya, who supported our family for a magic patent?”

“… … .”

“Because of the patent you made… My family made quite a bit of money. Of course, fame was also sweet. How many awards have you received?”

“Shut up.”

As if showing mercy, the senior pointed out of the arena.

“I’ll see you when you go down now. I do not follow.”

“Do I look stupid? Casting a bunch of ice bolts behind my back.”

“Hey, did you hear me?”

As soon as Soya was about to go down, a third-year senior who was thinking of putting dozens of ice bolts behind his back.

But he wasn’t the one to fall for such a trick.

“Still, nothing changes.”

Rain of icicles filled the stadium.

Some of the weak students closed their eyes, and some of the cruel students opened their eyes wide.

“It’s just so bad that I can’t go to the academy… … .”

“Soya-style black magic summoning. tail.”

The tail that created a huge shadow on the ground moved so fast that it caused a sonic boom.

The rain of icicles, of course, hits the third-year senior’s side as it is.

Literally, a third-year senior with a harpoon.

So the game ended.

“Hey, it’s nothing.”

After a smoky yawn, Soya trotted out of the arena.

Loud woe-

The astonished academy students.

“Tintalos.”

The referee, watching the match, murmured.

“A dog of Tintalos?”

The referee could not hide his surprise.