I Became The Academy's Narrow-Eyes

71 – Between Dogs (1)

It was ideal.

In the future Endiagon showed her, Huivien was living the life she dreamed of.

Above all, the fact that she ranked first in the entrance exam also applied to that future.

So Huivien thought.

“Hyubago, what did you see in the future?”

this annoying man

From the entrance ceremony, they raised the prestige of their swordsmanship club with shrewd politics.

Conversely, if it weren’t for this annoying freshman representative of the swordsmanship department who disgraced the Ministry of Magic that I represent.

Wouldn’t the future I see be more brilliant?

Hwibien was unable to escape from the aftertaste of experiencing an ideal future.

As if it was a lie that she couldn’t get out of that afterglow just before, the moment she heard Ceylon’s voice, she was immediately freed from that afterglow.

I had the best dream and woke up in the worst way.

“… ”

I felt like I was being swayed by this man from earlier.

Huivien was impatient and glared at him with all his might.

But that’s for a while.

‘Heh.’

He immediately puts on a relaxed smile.

For sure.

The future I saw will be more brilliant than the future this man saw.

Keeping that in mind gave me a mental edge.

-room-room-room

His unique narrow-eyed impression, as if he was smiling.

Huivien felt as if Ceylon was laughing at him just now.

I wanted to compare my future with him right away and give him a sense of defeat.

But I persevered.

Because Ceylon mispronounced himself.

Huvien was going to ignore him until Ceylon called him by his name.

‘Whoops.’

Huivien smiled contentedly, anticipating Ceylon’s reaction.

What if I ignore you?

huh? What can I do other than correcting you for calling you the wrong name and calling you again?

Huivien waited for Ceylon’s pitiful reaction, feigning ignorance and watching his reaction with a sidelong glance.

“,,,”

However, Ceylon just shrugged once at Huivien’s unanswered appearance, and withdrew his interest from her.

To be honest, I wasn’t really interested in it, but it seemed like I was calling for formal reasons.

“Hwibien!!!”

In the end, Huvien couldn’t stand it and felt the blood rushing to the back of her neck and shouted impulsively.

“yes?”

Ceylon’s reaction was more spectacle.

‘Why is he suddenly like this?’ Like that, that confused look.

That turned into oil and was poured onto Huivien.

She got even more angry and pointed at him and shot him.

“It’s Hui, Bi, and N. Whi, Bi, N! You ignorant human! Can’t remember a single person’s name properly!?”

“uh? hmm… ah!”

Why the hell is he doing this?

ah? ah! I called the wrong name!

The man reacted as if such a change of heart was revealed, and only then smiled awkwardly as if he had no face.

“Aw~ I’m sorry. As Miss Hubigen said, it’s hard to pronounce for an ignorant like me – no, it’s a cool name. You’ve committed rudeness. sorry.”

“Whibbi- more than-”

Huivien almost lost his mind when he felt the man say he was sorry and that his name, which he always mispronounced, was stuck right in his eardrum.

‘This human, he did it on purpose from earlier.’

Barely tolerate.

He said that if he heats up here, he will only become a fool again, as this man intended.

At the academy, the swordsmanship department and the magic department are irreplaceable rivals.

Needless to say, the relationship between the chiefs representing each department by grade level.

A man who becomes her rival as the head of the swordsmanship club.

And, contrary to his stupid appearance, he is a sly and shrewd man.

Through a series of processes, it was the perception of Ceylon that had settled in Huvien.

If you get excited about this guy, you lose.

Huvien repeatedly emphasized that point to himself and proceeded to attack Ceylon.

“is it so. I’ll forgive you. Certainly, my name is not difficult to pronounce with your accent.”

Huivien responded.

By revealing the unique accent of a high-ranking aristocrat, she highlighted the accent difference between her and Ceylon.

Commoners who entered the academy could receive treatment similar to that of nobles.

But that doesn’t make them real nobles.

In various parts, the difference in origins that distinguishes nobles and lows is clearly revealed.

The most common and decisive part of it was the accent.

The intonations of nobles and commoners were as distinct as the languages they spoke.

Such a difference in accent brought pride to nobles and a sense of inferiority to commoners.

If he were like any other commoner, he would not have been able to maintain his composure because his pride was stimulated by Huivien’s attack.

“hahahaha, you are generous. Wounded Kyungeun.”

However, this peculiar commoner was well maintained.

He even laughs and cheers up the nobles who ignore him.

Again, only Huivien became a naive person.

Ceylon also became a servile and selfless person due to the bold strategy of putting himself down, but there was no blow to him who created a stupid and stupid atmosphere in the first place.

It was a verified part due to the ‘congratulation alone’ strategy during the introduction of the chief.

“Nothing to say, Nintune-kun.”

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Huivien smiled elegantly.

outwardly.

‘Iiiik…! Does this man have no pride!?”

Inside, I vomited out resentment.

“By the way, what are you doing?”

In the meantime, the man spit out the words.

“yes? what’s going on?”

At the unexpected flow of the conversation, Huivian asked with a puzzled face.

“What did you call me for? Any business with me?”

“What nonsense!? You called me!”

Oops!

The man’s bewildered appearance made me excited again without realizing it.

room room.

She gritted her teeth at the sight of him smiling at her.

He said he couldn’t just suffer like this.

“Obviously, I had no interest in you. Didn’t you talk to me first? What kind of future did you see?”

“yes? Oh, it was. But there was no answer, so it seemed like he didn’t want to talk, but he spoke to me late.”

‘That’s because you called the wrong name!!!’

Huivien wanted to shout like that.

But then again, he would become a petty human being.

As intended by this wicked man!

What then?

“I also said that you are a whimper and a gyeong. Did you call someone other than me? That will be too. There’s no way that the head of the freshman class in the swordsmanship department would make the stupid mistake of mispronouncing a name because he barely remembered a name. I wish it was normal.”

Huivien thought she had hit the ball perfectly and called out for a splendid feat.

this is it!

If it’s this, even that thread-snake man won’t be able to escape!

“hmm? I am… Did you? I must have pronounced it correctly, but hmm… It’s difficult. In any case, I sincerely apologize if you were offended.”

However, this time, Huivien’s expectations always go wrong.

The man put an iron plate on his face with overwhelming brazenness, and with that, he received Huivien’s attack head-on.

‘What is this… !’

This time, Huivien’s attack came back intact.

She just remembered that the pronunciation was slightly wrong, and then became a naive aristocrat who used it for the purpose of humiliating and humiliating the other person.

At this moment, Huivien clearly realized.

that’s evil

A demon who is willing to let go of his pride in order to disgrace others.

On the other hand, for nobles, face and pride are the second most important values.

Arguing with such a man as a commoner versus an aristocrat is practically suicidal.

She felt the need to change the sport of fighting as quickly as possible.

“Well, that’s fine. So, you asked me what future did I see?”

She brought him into a stage where she had an advantage.

“Writing? Perhaps the future you see is a bright future that feels shabby?”

If we were to interpret what Huivien had just said, it would be like this.

‘The dean guaranteed that in the future I would have achieved a higher level than you as a person of ability?’

Therefore, this was no longer a dispute between the pride of the nobles and the commoners.

ability versus ability.

It was an argument with the pride of the talented.

No matter how much that man was, he would not be willing to throw away his pride in a situation where the pride of a competent person was at stake.

‘Now, what should I do?’

Huivien thought.

Now that man can’t stand it and tells me.

What on earth did he see in the future that he could be so proud of?

Then, I ask, hinting at the future I saw.

The future I saw is like this, but what was the future you saw?

Then that man, who must have seen a poorer future than mine, trembled with resentment, and eventually realized that it was just hallucinatory magic-

Are you going to deny reality that is so pitiful?

If that happens, this match (?) will be my victory.

Huivien waited for Ceylon’s reaction with high expectations, smiling with a nasty smile that stimulated the other person’s pride.

“Is that so? That’s really… How can I say it. Great. Oh, it seems everyone is disbanding now. Well then, Miss Whistle. I enjoyed the conversation.”

“uh…?”

However, the argument ended abruptly.

Huivien was bewildered.

In an attempt to understand the situation, she belatedly revisited the aspect of the previous conversation.

I’ve been thinking about it.

It was his own victory.

In an argument with the pride of the talented, Ceylon did not respond and genuinely acknowledged Huvien.

And then he just left the place.

A fierce (?) fight of pride between the freshman representative of the swordsmanship department and the freshman representative of the magic department.

The winner was obviously Huivien.

“…”

However, the victor, Hwibien, had a dejected expression that a loser would have.

This is because the image of herself she recalls was not the image of a proud victor, no matter how well she looked at it.

-well? Maybe the future you see is a brilliant future that feels shabby?

The self who is arrogant and childishly provoking.

-Is that so? That’s really… I’d say envy or great.

Although embarrassed by such a provocation, Ceylon calmly acknowledges her without responding emotionally.

-Ah, it seems everyone is disbanding now. Then, Miss Whistle. I enjoyed the conversation.

Then, Ceylon leaves without regret as if the series of conversations were just to kill time.

There were the naive and childish head of the Ministry of Magic who was overinvolved and making jokes, and the generous head of the freshman swordsmanship club who generously embraced such an ugly head of the Ministry of Magic.

Moment.

Huvien’s mind flashed the last image of Ceylon.

– Sick.

Before bowing, he looked at himself with a meaningful smile.

Did history repeat itself?

The freshman representative of the swordsmanship department, who turned his rivals, the freshmen of the magic department, into naive people with exquisite hit-and-run during the senior introduction.

With that exquisite hit-and-run once again, he turned the new student representative of the Ministry into a naive and childish human being.

Huivien’s clenched fists trembled.

“Whee, Miss Whistle…?”

room room.

Hess and hess.

Huvien’s mind recalls the faces of Ceylon, where he mispronounced his name—perhaps on purpose.

‘Hwibago ~’

‘whibigo~

‘Hwibigen~’

‘whistle~’

Its unique, split-faced faces say the same lines in perfect order.

‘Looks like I won this time~’

aaagh!

Huivien shook her head vigorously.

Her coveted brown ponytails flew in the air.

“I-I can’t end it like this…!”

– Whiing!

There was a blast.

A bar where Huvien’s special skill, wind magic, was spread.

She ran after Ceylon as she left the auditorium at breakneck speed.

He was on his way to somewhere with the attention of many freshmen.

“Ceylon, representative of the freshmen of the swordsmanship club!”

“hmm?”

Chew!

Her school uniform skirt came to a sudden stop, revealing her underpants underneath.

Her hair, like a horse’s tail, spread out as it fluttered in the wind.

It looked like a wind spirit manifested in human form.

In that way, Huvien stared at Ceylon.

“As the new student representative of the Ministry of Magic, I will apply to you for a representative match!”

Just like the freshmen from the magic department and swordsmanship department were sitting in the auditorium, divided into left and right sides.

The group of freshmen who left the auditorium was also divided into left and right sides.

A subtle air current flowed between them as they headed their way with a slight gap.

It was the same kind of air current that was flowing between the two freshman representatives on the podium.

The air flow was a strong competitive spirit that he wanted to stand on top of his opponent.

“””Waaa!!!”””

At the words of the new student representative of the Ministry of Magic, cheers erupted from among the new students of the Ministry of Magic.

The new students of the swordsmanship club looked at their representative.

“hahahaha, that sounds like fun, right?”

Loud cheers erupted from among the swordsmanship club.

Two hot-blooded groups with a representative in front of the auditorium.

They faced each other as rivals.

like that.

According to Hui Vien’s strong desire, a place was established to avenge the two humiliations at the entrance ceremony.

“…”

But why?

room room.

Huvien looked at Ceylon’s face.

As usual, he only had his eyes wide open, but his face looked very happy.

Then Huivien felt an indescribable ominous feeling.

And suddenly, belatedly, I felt a question about my choice.

‘Is this right…?’

Suddenly, I had the illusion that I might be playing with him.

It must be because of the mood.