Kidnapped Dragons

He took a cab with him in the spring.

I didn't leap into space, whether I flew out of conception or not. He was going to talk to him on the way.

“Where are we going? ”

The path from the taxi down to the portal station. Spring asked.

“Rare.”

“Why Rare? ”

“He said there was an incident in the interview today. ”

“Ah.”

Spring closed his mouth to see if there was any straw.

What happened there? I was curious, but I wanted to ask you something else now.

The red, gold and blue dragon's walk was clear to remember. They moved in a similar way every time, and they used to be similar.

But the Green Dragon was different.

His job was a painter, sculptor, and novelist. It is the work of the Creative Realm at first glance.

But in these occupations, the green dragon did not reveal much angle. While Red and Gold were growing up to be hand-painted all over the world, the Green Dragon was simply stuck in a corner and painted.

The Green Clan likes to make. To that extent, he knew.

But without any achievement, without any effort, painting or painting in the corner, something was strange when I came to think of it now.

At the time, I didn't wonder why he did it. I wasn't even interested.

So I didn't ask.

Why are you doing this? I don't know why you're doing this.

So, today I wanted to ask you something about him.

Maintenance opened his mouth.

“Spring.”

“Yes.”

“What do you want to do? ”

“Why?”

“I'm curious. Summer is interested in fighting. Autumn is interested in others' interests. ”

That is the identity of the Red and Gold Clans.

“We like to make. Creation, production, landscaping. ”

“Not that. ”

“Yes?”

“What do you want to do? ”

Questions about individuals, not about clans. And then the spring goes, "Mmm." ’I thought about it.

He hasn't had an answer for a long time.

“No greed? You want to have it, you want to do it. ”

“Yes, I don't know. ”

“How about cooking. ”

“Great. It's fun to cook. I'm glad somebody ate it. But I don't want to be a chef while I'm amused. ”

“Why."

“It's not that much fun. ”

After a moment of pondering, he asked as if he had passed.

“If your clan likes to make, how about a novelist or a painter or something like this? ”

“I don't think it's bad. Some of the elders of the clan did that. ”

“Then, you. ”

“I don't know. ”

Half a beating late, spring brings out the horse like a sigh.

“That's actually why I kept traveling. I don't know what to do. It's fun to make things like other people of the clan, but it's not that fun. ”

It was a difficult answer. Then even the last time, the Green Dragon was not very motivated.

There's nothing impatient. There's nothing I can do right now, so it's a matter of keeping an eye on it.

When Yu Hyeong-tae nods and is silent, this time spring turns to him and asks.

“What about you?”

“· · · What? ”

“What do you want to do? ”

It was a question I didn't even think of.

“What reward do you have for kidnapping us and protecting us? Is there any fun in the process? ”

He asked with a strange expression, as always.

Spring is looking into his eyes, but he seems to be looking a little deeper.

He shook his head. The subject of the dialogue was not easy.

“What happened in the interview. ”

“You're spinning. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

He blocked the front of the retainer.

“I want to know about you, too. ”

He also stops walking and looks at the green eyes. Eyes still unknown.

Anyway, you can't.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

The two of them confronted each other for a long time. And then "stubborn." ’The stubborn one withdrew.

As she began to walk again, Spring answered questions about retention.

“There was nothing wrong with the interview. I just asked them an interview question, and they said, That's all.”

What was the question? The professors of the bureau got excited.

“Question? It's about magic theory. ”

Ah, I think I know right away.

Magic is delivered in this world.

It was made by a dragon in this world.

By analogy, man asked a question about man in the presence of the Creator.

“But there was nothing to say about it. ”

“Why."

“All I did was answer a few questions. The interviewers didn't look very good to me. ”

What are you talking about?

“In other questions, everyone loved it. But because I'm answering questions about magic, you're all getting a little serious. Anyway, it wasn't a good mood. ”

“What was the question? ”

Spring has increased the number of complex words related to magic. It was a question of "concentration of horsepower."

That's a good question. They're from Phantom School, and Spring is a major in identity magic. It's just a question of specialty, Sam.

“So how did you answer that? ”

Spring, who was pondering for a moment, replied.

“Appropriate.”

* * *

Rare bureau.

After completing his work, Myeong-jong entered the Magic School. There, four professors gathered and were joyfully buzzing.

Everyone was an interviewer like Myung Myung himself.

“Ah, how many professors are here? ”

Myeong-joong laughed.

“Oh, my God. Are you guys already here to see the cadet? ”

“Yes. When is he coming? What a relief.”

The professors were serious or excited, and one professor was openly excited and energetic.

More than 120 prospective students were interviewed today. And today, ten days later, more than 1200 students have entered the interview room. I was a major in magics.

I ask the same thing every day, and I repeat, I hope to hear an answer that is not very different. They too are tired of hard schedules because they are human.

A little, a special preliminary cadet opened the door and came in.

‘Hi, it's Yubom. ’

By the time Rare's professor arrives, they are already socially unjealous. Moreover, because the supermen were increasingly handsome and beautiful through the evolution of the skeleton, they were somewhat immune to beauty.

Surprisingly, a beautiful girl came in.

However, appearance was unimportant. Now it's interview time. They asked a prospective student this question.

Like a calm look, with a calm voice. The preliminary cadet naturally gave an answer to the question.

It was okay to get there.

When the other preliminary students dropped less, Yubaum naturally continued the interview without any shaking.

Rather, it was an illusion to take the initiative.

But the real thing was then.

‘Tell me the most efficient way to focus your unattributed manas. ’

In response to a question from a professor, Yubom naturally explained the induction of attribution-free manna concentration.

It's been 15 minutes.

Whether it's for calm, accurate pronunciation and voice, or the human mood. The professors focused on the words of Yubom as if they were possessed.

‘ · · · · · ·. ’

At the end of the explanation, silence came between the interviewees.

They were surprised.

Exactly?

The Manna Intensive Induction Act of Yubom had a requirement that Manas could be concentrated precisely. Moreover, without professional terminology, the phenomenon was stretched and explained, leaving no loopholes.

That was the problem.

It was too accurate.

Yubom explained that the preliminary cadets were not well aware of the fishing.

Immediately after the interview, the professors confronted the head and began to look for a paper similar to Yubom's Induction Law.

Vladimir Intensive Induction.

Ironically, a paper that was a limited publication was published about two weeks ago from the Russian Federation.

That said, didn't the preliminary student fully understand the paper in two weeks?

Just 19 years old?

Being against common sense.

The world refers to this as' genius’.

“A. Teachers. They're all selling too much. ”

At that time, a professor raised his voice.

“Ah, Professor Nakamura. ”

He was a shiny Japanese professor with baldness. He was a professor of magic, but did not participate in interviews.

“No matter how much, does that make sense? The Vladimir method of induction is, to understand it, a good rookie might need decades of experience dealing with manas. ”

The analogy is that a high school student has about the same amount of study as a graduate student.

At the same time, explaining the phenomenon without resorting to jargon proved a complete understanding.

“Right? We were surprised. I would love to have such a friend in my bachelor's degree. ”

The professors noticed each other.

There was only one reason they were excited.

Rare has a system called 'Bachelor of Science’. It was a group that brought together special students to run it, a system that cared about the top students.

And most of the professors were in bachelor's degree.

“Uh-huh. Didn't you recruit Calyce yesterday? Professor King has too much greed. ”

“Hahaha. Shouldn't our bachelor's degree be in first place this year? ”

Rare is a world of infinite competition.

High-performing students in the bachelor's degree and professors of that degree are given great research and honours.

Research is also a research expense, but it has a little more honor. There was a clandestine pride fight between the professors. They didn't want to lose.

You cannot build a building in a gravel field. They needed high potential cadets.

This was why the existence of Yubom was so shocking to them.

“Stop throwing your restraints. By the way, what's the status of the student? Do you have any connections? ”

“That's · · · · ·. ”

Immediately after the interview, the curious professors confirmed the identity of the preliminary cadet Yubom.

19 years old. Two younger brothers. 18 and 17 years old, respectively.

From Pantheon School.

After checking their identity, they felt frustrated.

Everyone in Rare knows that Pantheon School is a ghost organization.

At the end of the Great War, there were more superheroes operating in Memphis.

Secret Ministries of each large guild, government assault organizations, secret successors of prestigious artists, etc. There were many supermen and organizations that did not send them to Yangji in accordance with their respective interests.

Rare wanted to attract such talent, but he did not impose any distinct sanctions on his identity. There was a sanction, but it was a way of preventing it.

In sum, every young and talented rookie comes to school.

It's just that when a student who hides his or her identity commits a crime, he or she falls over with something about his or her hidden identity.

So at this point, they didn't know exactly what Yubabo was.

“Does the Horse Master have a daughter? ”

“Until last year, I was part of the Tower of the Horse, but the Lord of the Horse Tower has no restraints. ”

“Or Valentine, the pupil of the witch's grandmother? ”

“I don't know. By the way, who's the protector? ”

Guardian. name retention. Age 27.

This was also a thoroughly crafted identity.

“Just in case, that student, Jubbum. You're not deceiving me, are you? ”

“I don't think so. At the time of the interview, I was wondering if I could detect, but Mana himself was hit by a young Mana. I'm going to be twenty years old if I give you a lot of hits. ”

“Ugh. Anyway, I think the professors are a little distracted. When the preliminary student arrives, I'll check it out. ”

It was time for the professors to continue their conversation about Yubom.

The door is opening.

A man in a solid body opened the door and entered. He was a man who stood me up somewhere blurry.

“Ah. Welcome, Guardian. I was waiting.”

“Nice to meet you. You're in good shape. ”

And behind his back, a gray-haired girl walked in.

“Hello."

The professors' eyes began to stain with excitement.