Episode 270 Each Person’s Time
The hazy, foggy vision slowly began to clear up. However, my ears felt like they were submerged in water. It seemed like I was still not fully awake.
“Your Majesty… … !”
I covered my eyes with my hand and continued to sweep them away. Only after the bitter frictional heat had passed over my face did I look away.
Shail and Caron were looking this way with worried eyes.
I turned my back to the window I had been looking at. The pale full moon. It was night, not evening.
Even considering that it was a slow afternoon when I touched the castle, a lot of time had passed.
‘It doesn’t even feel like 5 minutes have passed… … .’
I waved my hand, saying that I was okay. Only then did Caron, who had been just twitching his feet, let out a deep sigh. On the other hand, Shail was shaking with all sorts of emotions.
“Your eyes are cloudy and I can’t stand it. I’ll have to stay up all night to take care of you today.”
“I told you it’s okay, I’m not a kid.”
I somewhat coldly shook Shail’s hand away. If I didn’t do this, this human would really chase me to my room.
“Your Majesty, you are a child.”
“… Earlier, I said that the spirit was an old man looking forward to his forties.”
“Oh, how did I end up saying something so outrageous.”
Shailee slapped my forehead. I glared at her for a moment and then asked.
“Anyway, what happened after I touched Seongjeong?”
“As soon as the tip of Cheon Geum’s finger touched his soul, light burst out.”
The answer was given by Caron.
“Immediately after that, he lost consciousness and leaned back on the chair as if lying down.”
“In a word, you’re saying he fainted.”
“Yes. So at first I tried to call the medical team… … . At that time, the Heavenly Sword Master closed his eyes and said, ‘It’s okay. So you guys stay in your positions.’ That voice sounded like the Heavenly Sword Master’s, but it wasn’t… … . How should I put it, it was a voice that made my heart feel pious just by listening to it.”
“hmm.”
Of course, I never said anything like that. What I said to Charon was probably said by the sword god through my mouth.
After roughly grasping the situation, I sighed. Then I glanced at the wall clock.
[AM 03:00]
The hazy energy disappeared immediately. I quickly turned my gaze to the two people.
“Are you two sure you’ve been watching this whole time?”
“yes.”
Shail and Caron nodded simultaneously.
“That means you’ve been stuck here for about eighteen hours.”
“We are here to assist the Heavenly Sword Master. We are only doing our job, so please do not worry about it.”
I tried to cover my eyes again, but soon stopped at just rubbing my forehead. I guess it would be right to express my simple gratitude at a time like this.
“You both have worked hard. Go in and rest.”
“Yes. May Your Majesty rest in peace.”
Caron and Shail closed the door and left. But after a while, the door opened again, leaving them alone.
The next moment, Shayle spoke with her face half hidden by the door.
“If you need help at night, just let me know… … .”
As my hand reached for the shelf, Shail quickly ran away.
“… Mr. Shail, I don’t think you were that mischievous of a person.”
I just laughed out loud. Who am I to tell that my personality has changed?
“It was none other than me who became a completely different person in just one year.”
Even now, it’s the same. You can see them moving their hands when they can’t communicate.
‘My personality… was it always like this…?’
My memory is vague.
I awkwardly shook my hand trying to grab the sashimi, then put it back.
“You should move the shelf further away or something. You’ve developed bad habits.”
* * *
Ryojo was lying face down on the bed, his chin resting on the pillow. The tops of her feet were hitting the blanket alternately.
[Ryojo: Are you busy with work?]
[Kang Geum-ma: So-so. How is your mother’s house? Is it okay?]
“Hmm.”
I tilted my head, which was supported by the pillow. A soft texture caressed my left cheek.
“What should I send?”
During the winter vacation, Ryojo was left to live with his mother.
The expression ‘Shin-sae’ may be unfamiliar between parents and children, but after all, Cynthia is not from the Saki family.
Ryojo was originally scheduled to remain hospitalized at the Academy Hospital.
However, the academy notified all cadets to return home. This was to keep them away from any possible danger.
Subversive forces attempted to invade again and again, and actually succeeded twice.
The current Academy is not safe. This was a direct admission from the Academy. It was unprecedented.
This was possible because the elders, who were the main force, disappeared. They prioritize honor over reality.
The current course of Joaquin Academy is clear. Respond quickly with reason and reason. Acknowledge and improve what is lacking. Pursue change and development.
The cadets were also influenced by him. The arrogant noble children did not question the academy’s judgment. Among the cadets, trust in the academy director and Kang Geum-ma was already sky-high.
For that reason, Ryojo also came down to Busan, leaving the hospital room. I declined my older sister, Saki Hina’s offer to get me a better hospital room in Japan. My mother could handle all the additional treatment.
In fact, it didn’t really matter where I stayed during the winter break. It didn’t matter if the house was small or big. What mattered was that I was on a piece of land like Ganggeomma.
That doesn’t mean my mom’s house is small…
‘…Is it a little narrow?’
Although it is a spacious apartment measuring 40 pyeong, Ryojo originally lived in a palace-like mansion. Even her middle-class life was a commoner’s experience to her.
“Ugh, really, what should I send?”
Ryojo groaned and rubbed his forehead. They were only exchanging simple greetings, but each word caught his eye. It wasn’t that they hadn’t been in contact, but he had been very conscious of it recently.
[Ryojo: Busan isn’t bad. The weather is less cold than Gangwon-do. Come visit when you have time… ]
“No. That’s too blatant!”
Ryojo patted my forehead with a heavy chestnut. His fingers roughly repeatedly tapped the backspace key. I was thinking about it as I repeatedly erased and rewrote the text.
Ryojo turned over quickly at the feeling of someone on his back.
“… … !”
The door was wide open. Cynthia was standing there, leaning against the door frame. She had a strange smile on her face.
thud.
Ryojo fell out of bed.
“Hey, Mom!”
Ryojo suddenly raised his head. A red bump appeared on his forehead, either from the chestnut or from being crushed on the floor.
“Pfft, pfft, don’t you know privacy?!”
Cynthia snorted.
“Excuse me, Miss. This is my house, isn’t it? Strictly speaking, Miss, you’re invading my privacy.”
“… … .”
Ryojo just glared at Cynthia, biting his lips. There was nothing wrong with what he said.
“And how many times have I told you to eat? Ryojo, you didn’t even listen, did you?”
“I didn’t hear that… … .”
At that moment, the smartphone screen flashed.
[I heard it.]
Bigsbig joined the conversation.
[Mother not only spoke, but also knocked a couple of times. Of course, Ryojo was so distracted that she couldn’t hear.]
“… … .”
Tingle. Sparks flew into Ryozo’s pupils as he glared at his smartphone. The screen that had been lit up suddenly went black as if a fuse had blown.
“Did you see it?”
Cynthia shrugged. Then suddenly she smiled.
“daughter.”
She came over and crouched down in front of Ryojo.
Snap. Ryojo’s shoulder was grabbed. At the serious look in his eyes, Ryojo’s neck and below shook greatly.
“How old will you be in five days?”
Today’s date is December 27th. Ryojo’s seventeenth birthday is now four days away.
“Eighteen.”
“The feelings and worries you feel. I felt that way too when I was that age.”
Cynthia slowly released her shoulders. She brushed back her daughter’s messy bangs with a warm smile.
“It’s a necessary process in life. It’s a purity that you can’t feel even if you want to as an adult.”
Ryojo’s nose stung for a moment. His heart was touched by the warmth of his family.
“Actually, eighteen is a bit late to be going through puberty. But Ryojo, you still have time. Two years left. During that time, you must faithfully build up.”
Until Cynthia’s mouth opened again.
“And when you become an adult, you’ll definitely fall asleep.”
Ryojo’s expression became fierce.
“What… … .”
“I can’t stand seeing my daughter lose to another woman.”
Cynthia pushed her hair back, revealing the face of a mature woman.
after.
She blew the wind and pushed back even a single strand of hair sticking out of her forehead. Cynthia’s eyes lit up with fighting spirit.
“Bring your notebook and write it down.”
That’s how the divine doctor’s health class began.
As the lecture became more heated, the sky-blue pupils swirled around.
Her face was so flushed that the bump on her forehead seemed ready to burst.
Even though my mind was dizzy, I kept my ears wide open.
There’s a reason why these are the classes that teenagers focus on the most.
* * *
Time flew by.
These were busy days with no time to breathe. I was so caught up in work that I became insensitive to the passage of time.
I realized too late that I was turning seventeen or eighteen, so I really worked hard.
It is no exaggeration to say that even ten bodies were not enough. This is because in addition to the Chilseong work, he also had to carry out the task of rooting out the conspirators.
‘Isn’t there something like the protection of a clone among the protections?’
I stretched my body out. I looked at the pile of documents with my eyes wide open for a moment, then immediately got up from my chair.
“Let’s go for a walk, a walk.”
I felt stuffy after breathing only the stuffy air of the office. I desperately needed some fresh air.
I put on a light coat and left the office. As I walked leisurely through the deserted academy, I felt a bit eerie.
“I spent a whole year at the academy.”
I recalled the time when I entered school, walking through the snow. At that time, I was full of worries.
With the dark clouds ahead, my bank account balance drying up day by day, and my life at this academy that seemed strange at first…
But what about now?
Somehow, I overcame all sorts of difficulties and learned about myself, and more specifically, why I was brought to this world.
I opened my hand for no reason. My palm was covered in blisters and calluses.
“…Lycan, the original owner of this body.”
The reason I’ve been so focused on work these past few days is because I couldn’t accept the truth.
This strong swordsman, who I had always thought was background character A, turned out to be the 1st Corps Commander. The more I thought about it, the more absurd and ridiculous it seemed.
But if you look back at the situation slowly, it makes sense again. First of all, the pretext for the invasion by the 6th Corps Commander Basmon half a century ago was the ‘resurrection of Lycans’.
‘Until then, I thought it was a common setting that mass-produced mobile games tend to have.’
Suddenly, I had a thought. Maybe Miracle Protection M was a god game with a tightly-woven scenario.
“It may have just been wearing the hat of a game from the beginning.”
I repeated the swordsman’s last words.
“When we meet again, you will be much stronger than us.”
Who are we there? I don’t know for now. But I have a vague idea of what the Sword God was trying to tell me.
There is much more to be accomplished than has been accomplished. Isn’t that what he meant by beating around the bush?
I looked up at the sky. The sun in the middle of the sky stung my eyes.
“This is what it feels like to be protected by God.”
I muttered as I placed the blade of my hand over my eyebrows to create a shade.
Maybe it’s because it’s New Year, but today the sunlight was particularly bright.
