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Conquering the Academy with Just a Sashimi Knife Chapter 275

Episode 275: Opening (2)

I glanced down at the soul. Lips glistening with fat, corners of the mouth turned up in satisfaction, and a bulging belly. This was the appearance of a victor who had won a battle with an SSS-class Hanwoo.

I took my eyes off the soul and looked forward again. I saw a winter night sky full of stars. As I looked at the full moon filling the sky, I felt a strange sense of sadness. It was because the money I had just spent had become stars and was dazzling.

‘Eating 20 servings by yourself.’

SSS grade Korean beef. As expected from a grade with three S’s, it was the most delicious meat I’ve ever eaten.

The rich fat was evenly distributed, and the meat was tender enough to be eaten with the gums. In addition, the more I chewed, the more savory the taste became. It was a flood of flavors.

The problem was the price. 300,000 won per person. Hon quickly finished off 20 servings of beef at that devilish price.

I put down my chopsticks after about an hour. No matter how delicious it is, you get sick of it after a few bites.

He ate three pieces without hesitation by himself. He didn’t stop using his chopsticks for over five hours.

The employees looked at the soul with sidelong glances at the combative eating. The owner of the meat restaurant came over with a smile and asked if there was anything else he needed. It was a rather vulgar step.

I know. I was like that too. So even though it was annoying, I couldn’t say anything.

‘Well… I hope you enjoyed it.’

Anyway, my bank account balance was only 7 million won, so I didn’t even notice. The money I had accumulated while solving various problems was enormous. Around 70 billion won.

In my previous life, I never made even a penny of that amount, but in this life, I became rich at the age of eighteen. The funny thing is, this is just the beginning.

70 billion will continue to grow like a snowball until I lose my sense of money. In fact, from the moment I ascended to the throne of Chilseong, money is not a valuable commodity. It is merely a means to maintain dignity according to honor.

However, accepting it was a separate issue. Maybe it was because of my memories of saving up money and living, but 7 million won was still a large amount of money to me. I think I need to gradually adapt to this as I live. Or I can just continue to live frugally with a beggar’s mentality.

‘Let’s think positively. We should live like this, giving. We can’t live like a miser forever.’

Suddenly, my gaze shifted to the black bag in my left hand. It was SSS-grade Korean beef. I had bought two servings because Choi Seol-ah kept whining about wanting to eat it.

“I think two servings will be enough.”

That thought seemed a bit naive. How could I have known that there would be an uninvited guest?

When we arrived at Choi Seol-ah’s, there were two customers sitting at the table. One was a familiar face, and the other was a stranger. The owner, Choi Seol-ah, was hiding in a corner, shivering.

“I’ve been waiting, Your Majesty.”

The one who was familiar was Al’Tair. He quickly rolled his eyes to check his condition. It was more of an unconscious expression than a conscious action.

‘The limbs are intact and there are no wounds.’

He’s safe. His expression was bright, and it seemed like none of the Auditore members were seriously injured. After quickly assessing the situation, I was finally relieved.

One question was how they got back so quickly. It was at least eight hours from Hawaii to Korea. Even if there was a subspace gate at the airport, it was questionable.

But congratulations on your return came first. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them slowly.

“Thank you for your hard work, my lord.”

I smiled faintly. He smiled back. Then, my gaze naturally turned to the man next to Gaju.

The spirit hid behind me, holding tightly to my sleeve or the black envelope underneath. I could feel the trembling in my fingertips. The man who was staring at the spirit soon let out a deep sigh.

“You are healthy.”

The man said. It was neat and tidy without any nonsense.

“… Yes. As you can see.”

The soul answered in a barely audible voice.

“Thanks to the good care you and the others took of me, I’ve been doing well, my lord.”

“Ro… dr… … ?”

I muttered absentmindedly and raised my head from the sofa. A man with a taciturn face stared at me with his arms crossed. When I looked closely, I realized that he wasn’t human. After all, his ears were long like a spirit before it cast its magic.

“I haven’t been able to report to you yet, Cheon-geom. This man came to see you. If there is any problem, this old man will take full responsibility.”

Al’Tair quickly opened his mouth.

“As a side note, thank you for bringing our Auditore here.”

Based on those few clues and some shallow game knowledge, I was able to deduce the man’s identity.

Dragon Lord, Red Dragon Balerion. The leader of the dragon clan and also their leader.

As he comes to the human world, he sits on the sofa next to Al’Tair. And that too in the house of Choi Seol-ah, the soul contract holder. There is no sitcom like this.

“… … .”

The dragon known as the strongest stared at me. In that fleeting moment, I saw. A cross-shaped light was forming in his pupils. It was the demon’s eye.

Valerian rose from the sofa and approached me. In the heavy silence that had fallen, Valerian opened his mouth.

“If I had known you were in the realm of humanity, I would have come a long time ago.”

In polite form.

“It’s been seven hundred years since I’ve seen you.”

“… … .”

Without saying anything, I threw the black envelope I was holding. With a loud crack, the envelope landed right on Choi Seol-ah’s forehead.

“Bake that.”

I spoke to her, keeping my eyes on Balerion.

“I’ll go talk in the next room and come back.”

* * *

I went into the next room with Balerion. I locked the door in case someone came in while we were talking. The topic of conversation was that sensitive.

“If you’re worried that your voice might leak out, don’t worry.”

As he spoke, Balerion snapped his fingers. A translucent curtain enveloped the entire room, which was about 5 square meters in size. It was a silent spell. He recognized it at a glance because it was the spell that Meaine had cast just before Joaquin’s attack.

“Mine is friendly to humans.”

I looked back at him. He was looking at me too.

“It’s not that we’re particularly friendly to humans. Our dragons just observe each other and adjust their attitude accordingly.”

The Dragon Lord responded with his characteristic bluntness.

“To put it simply, I am friendly because you are, Lycan.”

His mind became complicated. Judging from the fact that the three letters of his name were clearly written at the end of the sentence, he seemed certain. The owner of this body was the 1st Corps Commander Lycan.

How should I react? After thinking about it for a while, Lord sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. He was as relaxed as if he were in his own home. Is the dragon naturally adaptable?

“I don’t know the circumstances, but I understand that you don’t like the name. So I’ll call you Cheongeom like everyone else. Also, I won’t ask why you’re here or what you’re planning to do. It seems like you’re not the same as I remember you.”

I scratched my eyebrows with my index finger and nodded. Lord was good at talking and had a keen eye. That’s why it’s easy for men to talk. There’s less needless explanation. I liked it.

I sat down in the same posture as Balerion. Silence fell again. It was a strange feeling, two men facing each other. It was not my intention. The Lord was silent, and so was I.

But someone had to draw the sword.

“So what brings you here, Lord?”

I volunteered to take on that role. I am a swordsman by name. I kept silent at that moment.

“The original purpose was to repay you, Cheongeom. You saved my granddaughter from being sold.”

“It wasn’t my intention… … Well, that’s how the story goes. But when you say ‘originally,’ that means the purpose has changed.”

“Yes. Actually, I’ve heard news about you here and there. I had hoped you’d move like lightning, and you were right.”

Lord straightened his back and placed his fists on his knees. He asked with a reverent attitude.

“It seems to me that you have lost your powers and memories from 700 years ago. Can you answer me?”

I nodded. It would be better to admit it rather than evade it. It was a judgment based on intuition.

“Your guess is roughly correct, Lord. I seem to have lost my memory and magical powers and drifted into the human world. I also found out a while ago that this body was originally a demon.”

I mixed lies into the words. I can’t tell you the truth. Because if I did, there would be more to explain. There are things that cannot be explained. For example, the fact that I am a possessed person, or that I am protected by the swordsman, etc.

Even if he doesn’t antagonize me, it’s hard to let go of my guard. Of course, we just met. It’s a short time to build trust. Even if he’s my grandfather.

If the Dragon Lord tries to use the Ma’an to determine the truth, there’s nothing we can do. We’ll just have to leave it to luck.

“okay.”

Luckily, Lord didn’t use the Eye of the Dead. This makes me look like the only bad person. Damn it.

“Then, I guess the eye socket is still closed.”

I was startled by his muttering. I immediately asked him.

“Did you just say Ma-an?”

Lord looked puzzled.

“Have you forgotten Ma-an? I thought you would remember that much.”

“I told you, my memories were completely wiped out. More importantly, the Maan Eye. The Maan Eye is a unique ability unique to dragons. How did I have it? Could it be that I was originally a dragon and all?”

Lord shook his head. He paused for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. Then he opened his mouth again.

“The hero of the poem inherited the magic eye of the ring from the previous lord.”

“How do you know that?”

“It is like that.”

Lord answered.

“You too have inherited the Ma-an, the second most powerful eye after the Gori Ma-an, the Ma-an of Reverse Heaven.”

I was momentarily dumbfounded and couldn’t say anything. Lord continued speaking in a low voice.

“I am here to help open that eye.”

“…Why are you doing this to me? Is it just because I was the 1st Corps Commander before I lost my memories?”

Lord laughed briefly. It was strange to see something other than a blank expression.

“It’s funny, but 700 years ago I hated you. Including the hero of the first generation, Balor Joaquin. Because the previous Lord only had eyes for you and me. It was a childish jealousy. But now that I’m here, I finally understand why Ouroboros did that.”

He slowly closed and opened his eyes. A red glow formed the edges of his pupils.

“War is near. Not just the war between humans and demons, but also the war with beings beyond.”

The Eye of Balerion that I remember is the Eye of Insight. Future poems like Mediah’s [Poet’s Protection] are usually predictions. However, the Eye of Insight was different.

It was close to a prophecy. Therefore, the Dragon Lord’s words were a prophecy.

“You, Sword Master, are the only one who can cut and slash them.”

The prophecy pointed me to be the antithesis of the gods.

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