An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 98: The Angel Meeting the Dean (3)

The surprised dean lifted his head and looked closely at the boy on Rebecca’s back.

A light that warmly illuminates the world rather than the blatantly burning sun, which symbolizes the morning, the end of night, and the eternal light of heaven.

That color blonde.

A neutral off-white that any mortal who desires a being different from himself in loneliness and the opposite s*x can reach out.

that kind of beauty.

The dean felt the emotions he felt when he met his own people after a very long time. The name of that emotion was ‘fear’.

‘Besides, this look is like… … .’

The dean had to think of the angel he feared the most.

‘You’re like a referee on earth, Lepriel. That monstrous archangel… A tyrant who annihilated civilization and annihilated subspecies of mankind without a single change of expression.’

And he was an angel higher than himself.

A high-ranking angel that the dean could not handle.

Tyrant Angel Referee.

‘No, there are no angels left on the earth. Besides, I can hardly feel the karma in that boy.’

The dean shook his hand a little and gently stroked the referee’s face.

“What is this child’s name?”

“My name is the referee.”

“The referee? It looks like a fitting name, but… … .”

The dean said, ‘It’s a really scary name.’ swallowed the word. They don’t know much about angels. Even Rebecca, a saint of the Order.

The story of those heartless and cruel angels, even the story of the one who flew the highest fell and became the Demon King.

Because it wasn’t worth taking it out.

“So, do you want me to heal this child with the power of the Archangel that heals the world?”

“That’s right. please.”

“The use of power consumes a lot of karma. Now that the Demon King is knocking on the doorsteps of mankind, do you think it is right to consume Karma for this child?”

Park Jin-ho did not answer.

Once again, lies do not work in front of the dean.

“I don’t think it’s right. But I hope.”

Transparent tears hung in Park Jin-ho’s eyes.

“Please save this child.”

“No, you are called iron-blooded and cry… … ?”

A girl who somehow resembles a referee.

The dean frowned as if in disbelief.

“Rusa, what happened to Jinho?”

The girl, as beautiful as an angel, looked at Rusa as if wishing for help.

“Think about it. Is this right for the world? … .”

Rusa, a cynical, eccentric, naughty elf who doesn’t care about people.

‘Rusa is an elf that is harsh even to me. If it’s Rusa like that, obviously… … .’

Such a Rusa would certainly stop Park Jin-ho from running rampant and make the professors realize that karma that moves the world is more important than this one boy.

“Lusa?”

However, Rusa also, with tears in her eyes, threw away all the anti-authoritarian figure she had, and politely knelt in front of the dean.

The dean has lived for thousands of years and has experienced so much.

So I thought that there would be no more, no more surprises in the future.

In an era that has long since disappeared, a boy who looks so much like an angel has been brought.

And the professors who gave up their humanity to protect the world, carefully protecting the boy as if he had regained his humanity.

Both of these events were surprising enough.

‘The heroes and professors of this time are out of my control? Just because of that one boy?’

The dean looked at Hexi with one last hope.

‘okay. What about Hexie?’

Hexi, the legacy of the Artificial Soldier Project.

And the last princess.

‘Hexy is a creature similar to a hero after all, so he can’t escape from Karma’s dependence.’

A hero is a being that changes the world. why?

If you can’t change the world, you don’t deserve to be called a hero.

In the end, if you can’t create a fundamentally new world, you’re just a hero, not a hero.

‘There have been many heroes stronger than the heroes so far. In a way, the professors now are much stronger than the warriors of the past.’

But they cannot change the world.

Because they are not warriors. This is because they are not chosen for karma.

‘After all, a hero needs karma. And the same goes for artificial warriors… … .’

The only existence in this world that can provide karma. As the only angel left on the earth, there was no way Hexy could be hostile to him.

The dean believed so.

“Hecky?”

“Sir, please heal this child quickly.”

But that belief is always shattered. Seeing Hexy who had already half drawn his bow, the dean bowed his head and muttered.

“… okay. I got it.”

What the hell is that boy, why are the professors doing this?

‘I can never be a referee. There could be no angels left on the earth in the first place… … .’

It can’t be. Because Lepriel is a puppet of the heavens with no emotion. I’ve never laughed at people, I’ve never grieved with them.

There is no way that professors would feel so attached to such a cold-hearted being.

‘If it’s not Lepriel… … .’

Although it was the karma he had gathered to deal with the Demon King, he could use enough of this to give the professors mental stability.

From readwn.com

No, actually, it was really tight.

‘I can’t help it. Rather than arguing with the professors over such an outrageous incident… … .’

The dean made his decision.

“okay. I will treat you.”

The faces of the professors brighten as soon as the dean announces that the child will be cured. The dean was once again surprised by the professors’ expressions and reached out to Rebecca.

“… Dean?”

“Hand over the child. It is for treatment.”

Even Saint Rebecca is wary of herself and tries to protect her child. Originally, Rebecca hates heaven, so it’s not strange to be wary of herself… … .

‘All the professors, including Rebecca, attach great importance to the boy’s life and death.’

The dean, feeling a prickly feeling, took the droopy boy and listened.

The boy smelled all too familiar.

The smell of heaven, the fragrance from those who fly to the ends of the sky and can see the setting sun and the rising moon at the same time.

And from himself, the smell that did not come out no matter how hard he tried.

The dean’s hand holding the boy began to tremble little by little.

‘Maybe, please. no way?’

Feeling a complex feeling that is difficult to describe, the dean began to imagine something bad.

‘Are you really an angel? If this child is an angel, it must be a weak angel who has not been given a name.’

The heavenly hierarchy is powerful. Besides, it’s complicated.

A hierarchy among the archangels in charge of each sepira, and a hierarchy among the angels under that archangel. Keeping this hierarchy is close to my instinct as an angel.

‘It’s not easy to refuse.’

So the heavens fell.

So no one could stop Luciel’s runaway, who flew the highest, so most of the angels followed Luciel’s orders and were hostile to the other angels.

After the annihilation of the angels, the Demon King was born.

Recalling the bitter past, the dean raised his black spirit as he looked at the referee.

‘If this child were an angel of low rank… … .’

There was no way he could refuse his orders.

A little angel with the professors’ affection? good night. It was good that they had affection. Because now this little angel.

Because it will come into your hands.

‘Me too, I’m finally a new recruit… No, are you going to receive a lesser angel?’

The dean smiled broadly and looked at the professors and said.

“I’ll start treatment, so don’t let anyone into my castle.”

So before the dean entered his castle, Rebecca asked again.

“Director.”

“what?”

“Is that child an angel?”

The voice of a saint who trembled a lot. Feeling the sadness and hatred in that voice, the dean replied:

“You already know the answer.”

So the dean leads the boy into the castle, and behind it the silver door closes with a hooting sound.

“Please, referee.”

From readwn.com

None of the professors thought of leaving the silver door.

“please.”

After a very long time, they prayed to a heaven that had already disappeared.

Except for Rebecca.

* * *

From readwn.com

Nestled north of the central academy, the silver castle, the castle’s cold corridor… A girl was walking around lupus.

“It takes a lot of karma to heal you, but… … .”

Suddenly, the girl arrived at the altar where a boy was lying, and muttered, sweeping the boy’s chest.

“It’s okay though.”

girl, no. Something that looks like a girl chuckles and laughs. Even though she was a really beautiful girl herself… He didn’t look as young as when he smiled.

Is it because this girl is a noble being called an angel? not.

If I had to use the analogy of a certain being, it would be correct to say that I felt like I was seeing a monster. A very old monster.

“I’m going to use you to get more karma.”

Of course, it wasn’t that the girl’s appearance changed bizarrely or her face became ugly. It just means that the atmosphere changes that way.

that’s the atmosphere.

The girl’s white fingers touched the referee’s heart.

“Power Activation.”

A gray halo floats above the girl’s head.

“Healing of a healing angel that saves billions of lives.”

Dream-

The girl’s angelic power begins to be consumed.

“Ugh, how many years of karma are you forgetting just to save one lesser angel? So… … .”

The girl muttered nervously.

“wake up. pay off work I mean, do your duty.”

Do your duty-

An angel is an apostle of heaven.

An apostle is a person who fulfills his mission.

The referee’s eyelids slowly opened, and green eyes gleamed faintly in them.

“Ugh… … .”

The referee thought.

‘It’s cold, I’m hungry… … .’

Then, after rubbing his eyes, he began to quickly check where he was.

“Hey, where are you?”

A space where everything is shiny silver.

Judging from the referee’s angelic eyes, it wasn’t just a silvery shining space.

‘It’s all silver. This space is all made of silver.’

Actually everything was silver.

The moment when the referee is trying to think deeply about who the hell is boasting like this.

“You finally woke up.”

He found a girl standing proudly in front of him.

“… hi?”

“Hey, hello? Are you short?”

The girl sat in the chair opposite the referee as if confidently. Of course, this was also a silver chair.

“Then, get up and show off your shogi, no. Introduce yourself.”

“… … ?”

The referee tilted his head.

Who the hell is this girl, asking her to introduce herself?

“Who are you?”

“No, you still don’t know?”

The girl got up again and shouted proudly.

“I am the dean and the last angel of the academy of JoongAng Elementary School. This is Iriel And from now on, I will be your master.”

Twinkle- The girl chuckled and turned her shiny blonde hair back… … .

“Then why can’t I get up right away?”

Isn’t that what you command?

The referee watched the scene quietly, then looked at the girl who called herself Iriel.

“what? Why don’t you listen to me? Are you ignoring the heavenly hierarchy?”

“I never ignored it.”

After shaking his head, the referee sighed and stood up.

“This is a heavenly hierarchy that I have only heard of through rumors. Lepriel, what is the rank of Yriel?”

“… Leh, are you Lepriel? What the hell are you talking about?”

Dean Eliel realized that the situation was not serious.

“Um, that’s right. Then there is quite a difference in rank.”

“Hey! Lesser Angel! If you don’t do it in moderation, you can get really scolded!?”

However, the referee did not obey the orders.

Why not obey orders?

Is it because the referee is a mad angel who ignores the order of heaven? if not.

Because it’s an angel much higher than Iriel?

“Our recruits, no… our lesser angels? please listen to me… … .”

The referee said, looking at Iriel, who smiled poutingly.

“Director.”

“Yes… … ?

Seeing Iriel running away little by little, the referee gave an order.

“Come this way.”

The dean tried to step back, but for some reason the footsteps didn’t listen.

“Come on, wait.”

The dean moved forward little by little.