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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 184: Mentor (1)

Chapter 184: Mentor (1)

With‍‍‌ the current decline⁠⁠⁠ in feudalism and‌ a rise in‍​ centralization, the capital‍​​ city had a significant weight in​‍ the Kingdom.

A parliament establishing laws;‍ federal courts where‌⁠​ citizens of the​‍​ Kingdom had a final say; the⁠ administration and the​⁠ finances providing proof​ of citizenship and​​ currency… Each and⁠ every one of​​ those differences contributed​ to the immense⁠ gap in the​ living standards of⁠ the regional and​‌ central areas.

But‍‌​ in turn, that‍ also signified that‌‌ the burden on⁠ the central administrative‍ team was incomparable‌​ to that of⁠‌‍ the countryside.

“Sir.​‌ Lord Manoska.”

“H,‍⁠ hmm?! Miss Medina.⁠‍​ I, I wasn’t​​ sleeping!”

“…You​⁠‍ should wipe the‌‍ drool off your‍‍​ face first.”

One⁠⁠ of the officials⁠‌ of the administrative‍‌‌ department, Medina, felt⁠ like bursting into‌⁠ anger as she‍‍ saw the count,​‌ who became her⁠‌ superior just a few months ago.⁠⁠

Even‍ though nobles were​​‍ no longer omnipotent‌ like in the⁠ past, they still⁠​ had some degree‌‌⁠ of power. One‌​‌ example was how​​ a count from‍‌ the Far West,⁠ with zero experience,‍ suddenly became an​ executive of the‌ administrative department.

Considering‍‌‍ how busy it‌ was these days​⁠ due to the⁠⁠​ after-measures of the‍ Tower of Mages,‍⁠ looking into the‌ aggressive actions of⁠ the New Faith‍ and the secret​ demi-human hunts of‌ the Old Faith,​‍ having a superior‍⁠ like this was⁠​‍ far from being⁠⁠‌ helpful.

“W,⁠ what was this⁠ again?”

“It’s‍‍‍ an authorization application‍ for an undeveloped​‍ area somewhere in‍​‌ the West where‌⁠ you came from.”‍

“Hmm,‍​ huh?”

Count‍ Manoska widened his​​‍ eyes into circles⁠​ the moment he⁠⁠ saw the document.‍‌

“K,​⁠⁠ kuhum…! I, I will review this​​ and take care‍​⁠ of it so​ you can continue‍‌‍ with other tasks.”‌‍​

“Sorry?‍ Umm, okay…”

Medina‍ was rather surprised⁠ by the unexpected‌​⁠ reaction from the‍‌ count, who usually‌‌‍ wasn’t interested in⁠ working, but soon‌‍​ returned to her‍‍ own set of⁠​⁠ tasks.

She‌‍⁠ had way too⁠‍ much on her‍ hands to fuss⁠ over a single‌ document for over⁠‌‌ 5 minutes.

***​

A guardian academy was⁠ a place of‍​ learning that was​⁠ only open to‍ prodigies with innate‌⁠‌ talents. Being a noble didn’t guarantee​‍​ a way in,​​ and statistically speaking,‍‍ around the same​⁠ percentage of nobles⁠‍‍ and commoners were⁠ found to be‌​‌ gifted.

Due⁠‍ to such reasons,​‌​ the legitimacy behind‍ the thought of​ nobles being more‌⁠ ‘lofty’ from birth‌‌ began to subside,‌‌​ and a culture⁠​ was born inside​ the Kingdom where‍ they didn’t concern⁠‌ themselves too much⁠⁠ about social classes.​

But‌‌ even so, there‍‍ was still some​⁠​ level of favorable​‌⁠ treatment that was‌⁠​ given to nobles.‌‌ As such, it⁠ wasn’t strange that⁠‌​ nobles wanted more​ favors to be⁠‍⁠ given to them‍‌ even inside the​ Academy, despite the​​ Academy’s unwillingness.

In​‍‍ whatever part of​‌ the society, it⁠ was difficult to⁠​ turn down the​ offer of the‌‍‍ rich.

The⁠‌ higher classes were‌ not only socially‌‌ influential, but they‌​ also donated hefty​‌​ amounts, so the⁠ Academy had to‍​ give them some​⁠ privileges.

One‍⁠ of those privileges‍ was the ‘Mentoring’‍​⁠ system.

Simply‌ put, it was​​ a system where‌​‍ a new student​​ with a promising‌⁠‌ future – with​ a lot of‌​​ donations – could​ be taught directly⁠‍ by a professor‍‍‍ or a proficient​‍⁠ senior student.

Professors‌ were the normal​ targets of these⁠‍‌ mentoring systems, but⁠ sometimes, there were‍​​ highly gifted and​ famous students who‌ would also be‌​ flooded with several​ mentoring requests.

“Hmm…​⁠ Wasn’t expecting you‍‌⁠ would actually accept‌ it.”

“It’s‌‍ from Your Highness,​ so how could‌ I possibly refuse‌ it?”

Miruam​​‌ looked up at​ her ‘mentor’, who‌​ nonchalantly spoke back​​​ to her.

Korin‌​⁠ Lork.

He​ was a young‍ 2nd-year student but‍​ was arguably the⁠‍ most famous knight‌‍ inside the Academy.‌

“Normally,​‌ you would have‍ to go through‌ a body search​‍ before seeing a princess but… it’s‍⁠⁠ not like I can bring in⁠‌ servants here so‍ I will exempt‍‌​ you from it.”‌​

“You⁠‍‍ could do it‌ yourself, Your Highness.”‍​‍

“Doing⁠ what the servants​⁠‍ do is not⁠​⁠ in alignment with‍​‌ my status. However…”⁠

Miruam⁠ gestured with her​⁠⁠ hands as the‍ ‘snake ornaments’ of‌‌​ her dress started​‍​ to move. They‌ slithered like serpents​‌‍ with an actual​‌ body.

Technically⁠‌ they were real⁠‍⁠ since Miruam was‌‌⁠ a summoner who⁠ could use her‍ mana to create‍⁠ familiars to use​⁠‍ for herself. Her‌⁠⁠ snakes slithered across‍⁠ the ground, over​⁠ his pants, and‌ rose all the​ way up to⁠​‌ his neck.

“By‌ the way, my⁠ snakes are all​​ venomous serpents with‌ a lethal venom.”​‍⁠

“Really?⁠ I suppose we‌‌⁠ won’t be able​​ to eat them‌‍ then.”

The⁠ snakes were hissing‍​‌ right next to⁠‍‍ his neck and‍‍ yet he remained‍ still without wavering‍⁠ an inch. Even‍‍ a veteran knight‌ would usually flinch​‍‌ from venomous serpents⁠‍ roaming around their⁠ body but he​⁠​ didn’t.

“Hmm?”⁠‍

That⁠⁠⁠ was when one‌ of the snakes⁠⁠ found something from⁠‍ Korin’s small bag.​​⁠

Miruam‌‍​ asked while looking‌ at his bag.‌⁠‍

“What’s⁠ inside that?”

“A​ small gift to​⁠⁠ present to the⁠​‍ princess.”

“Hmm?”‌

Normally,⁠ the common etiquette‍​‍ was to visit​‍ the royal family‌ empty-handed.

However,‌​‌ that was a rule which only‌‌‌ applied to nobles‌ and not commoners⁠ like Korin. In​‍‌ the first place,‌⁠‍ it wasn’t wise⁠⁠ to expect commoners​ to be aware⁠ of the etiquette⁠ for visiting the‌⁠ royal family.

“Let⁠‍ me see.”

Korin​​ took out the​‌⁠ gifts from his⁠‌⁠ bag – it​​ was a nameless​​​ bottle of wine​​⁠ that she didn’t⁠‌‌ know of and​​ a block of⁠⁠ cheese. The fact‌​ that she didn’t‌ know the name‍​‌ of it meant⁠ that it was⁠ a lower-grade item⁠ that didn’t suit​‌‍ the context.

Is‌⁠⁠ this the limitation​ of a commoner?​‍⁠

‘He​⁠‍ gets the support‍ of the Dunareff‌‌‍ when hiring mercenaries​‌ and purchasing materials,‌⁠‍ but deals with⁠⁠‌ his personal items⁠‍ with his own‍‌​ money, was it?’‌​

Even‍​ though he was‌⁠ being sponsored by⁠‌ the richest family‍​⁠ in the Kingdom,‍ it seemed that‌​ he abstained from‍​ luxury goods that​ weren’t related to‍⁠ his work.

That‍​ was according to​ the report of‌‌ the spy from‌‍‍ the Old Faith,​‍‌ Germain.

“Wine⁠⁠‍ and cheese even‌‍‍ though there is‍ no maid around⁠⁠‌ to taste-test it?”‌

For‌​​ the members of⁠‌ the royal family,‌‌​ being poisoned was⁠‍ something they always​⁠ had to keep‌⁠ an eye out​‍ for, and that⁠​‍ was especially the‌​‍ case for Miruam‌⁠ who was hated⁠ by many people.​‌⁠

“Well,‍​​ I did think‍ about that, but‌ this wine and​⁠ this cheese were⁠‌ too good to‌ pass by.”

“Hmm…”​‌⁠

She​ did enjoy drinking⁠ wine so Miruam‍ didn’t feel like‌​​ refusing his gift.‍ In the first⁠⁠ place, she was⁠ completely immune to‌​‌ poison and on⁠​‍ top of that,‍ she couldn’t even‍ imagine this man⁠​ trying to poison​ her.

“How‌‌ about a glass⁠ before we begin?”⁠​

“Sounds⁠‌‌ great to me.”‍‍​

Miruam‌⁠⁠ personally opened the‍​ cork of the⁠‍​ wine and poured‍ it into the‍⁠‍ wine glasses inside‌‍ her room until​⁠ they were half-full.⁠​

“Let⁠‍⁠ us celebrate our​​‍ first lesson together,”‍ she added.

“And‌⁠ for my course​⁠⁠ units.”

“It’s‍‌‌ only 2 units,​‌ is it not?”​⁠‍

“For‌ a busy kid‌‌​ that would be​​ spending a lot‍‌ of time outside,‌‌⁠ 2 units still‌‌⁠ goes a long​ way. I will‌​ be quite busy​ for a while,​⁠‌ you see.”

“Hmm…”‍‍

She​‍⁠ saved all of‌‌‍ his words into‍‌​ her brain while‍​ trying to decipher‍‌​ as much as‍‍‌ she could from​‍ his sentences. It⁠ was because all⁠⁠⁠ these subtle pieces‍‍ of information could‌‌ be extremely important​​⁠ in acquiring this‍​⁠ man for herself.⁠‌​

Just⁠‌‍ 2 years ago,⁠‍ he was the⁠‌ typical son of‌ a normal restaurant​‌ on the outside,⁠‍ so Miruam found‍​ it hard to‍‌‍ tell what he⁠ was thinking about‍ and what his⁠ goals were.

‘The⁠‍ smell’s… not bad.’‌

In​ an attempt to‍​ appease her deepening‍​ thoughts, she took‌​ a sip of‌⁠​ the wine.

Upon‌ feeling the refreshing​ scent of grapes​​‍ as well as​‍⁠ the aftertaste, she‌‍ said with a look of slight⁠‌‌ surprise.

“That’s⁠‍‍ nice. It’s a good wine.”

Not​‍‍ only was it​ good, but she⁠ liked it a lot. The small‍ kick of sweetness​‌ towards the end‌⁠ of the wine‍ was even better.⁠⁠

“I‌​‌ knew you would⁠ like it. It’s​⁠‌ something I obtained​ from a cathedral,‌‌ where they make‌⁠⁠ their own wine‌ and drink by​​ themselves.”

“I​⁠ see.”

She‌​ vowed to herself‍‌ that she would‍ look into it‌ later on.

Miruam​ was very fond‌‍ of Korin’s present,‍‌ which surprisingly suited​⁠‌ her tastes.

“Rather‍ than a lesson…‌ it will be⁠‌‍ more like tips‍‌ and tricks. The​ fundamental purpose of‍ mentoring is to​‍ teach realistic tips‍‌‌ that will be⁠‌⁠ coming in handy,‍‌‍ after all.”

“It‌‍ is slightly questionable‌‍⁠ if you can‌ teach anything as‍​ a knight to‍ a mage like⁠‌​ myself,” said Princess‌‌‌ Miruam.

“You⁠ can’t say that⁠‍⁠ when you’re the‌ one who applied⁠‍ for it.”

“I’m⁠‍ sure you know‌‌ why I picked‌⁠ you as a mentor though?”

She​ said as her‍​‌ serpent-like eyes penetrated⁠‍​ through Korin. Mentoring‌​ was not the‍‍ important part – if she really‌‌ needed help, she‍ would have asked​⁠ Marie Dunareff instead.​⁠​

Miruam⁠​ wanted to get‌⁠‍ closer to Korin.‌ To be exact,‌​⁠ she wanted to‌⁠ draw him into‌⁠ her faction, and‍​​ her desire to⁠​ do so only‌‍‌ went up even​ more after seeing​‍⁠ her future interlocked‌ with Korin through‌‍ Lia Fail.

She‍ wanted to have‍⁠ him for herself.‍‍

“Well,‍‍‌ let’s talk about⁠ that after we‌​ are done with‍‌ mentoring. Right now‍‌​ is study time.”‌​

“…”‌‌

“This⁠ isn’t a great​‍‍ place to study.‌ Let’s go to​‌ the city and⁠‌ go to my⁠‌ Guardians office. There‌ are a few⁠ things I’ve prepared.”⁠

“Fuu…‌‍⁠ Sure.”

Miruam‍ agreed without talking‍ back to him.‌ It appeared that⁠‍​ Korin wanted the​‌‍ serious talk to⁠ be done outside‌⁠ the Academy.

The‍ two of them​⁠‌ headed to the​‌‍ Korin Guardians office.‍ Waiting at the​ main gates was​​‍ a carriage for​​ her, who had‌‌‌ trouble walking.

‘Quite​‌ sensitive,’ she remarked‍‌ to herself.

Before​‌ long, the two​‍ of them arrived⁠‌‍ at the office,⁠‌ which had all​ sorts of magnificent‍​‌ facilities.

“As⁠‌⁠ expected of the‌⁠​ financial power of⁠​⁠ the Dunareff.”

“Right?⁠ I wanted to⁠ turn it down​⁠‌ at first though.”‌

The‌​ outside area that⁠‌ housed more than‍‍ ten wyverns and‍‍ a Hresvelgr was​ truly a shocking‌‍ site. Miruam also⁠​ possessed her own‍‌ wyvern and a monster carrier, but‌‍⁠ because of that,​‌ she knew very‍ well how much‍ it costs to​‌ maintain them.

It‌‌‍ was ridiculous how⁠‌ a guild that⁠ was less than​​​ 1 year old‌ was in possession‌‌ of all that.‌‍

‘Sword‍⁠ Captain of the‍⁠⁠ Ardens, Lunia Arden,‌ and her elite⁠ swordsmen. As well⁠ as Warsky Mercenaries,⁠ huh…?’

Personally‌‌ seeing the sheer‌‍​ size of Korin‍ Guardians was eye-opening,‌⁠​ even though she​ had been reading⁠ reports about them​‌⁠ regularly.

Korin⁠ Lork was certainly‌ not a normal⁠‌⁠ knight.

Dunareff​‍‌ Vampirification incident.

Lunia​ Arden’s Sword Challenge.​

The‌ subjugation of the​‌ King of Iron‍‍ Mountain and the‌​⁠ one-on-one battle against‌⁠​ Fermack Daman.

As​ well as the​ Old Faith’s attempted⁠⁠ ascension of Hua​ Ran into a Hou.

Those‌⁠ were everything he​‍ went through in⁠⁠ the span of​ a single year,​⁠ despite entering the‍ Academy as a Grade 5 knight.​⁠‌ All of these‌⁠ achievements were at‍​⁠ semi-Unique Grade if‌‌⁠ not higher.

He‌‍​ came out victorious​ against the seemingly⁠ unbeatable monsters and‍ solidified his foundations.‍‍ After obtaining Claiomh​​​ Solais, he widened⁠ his influence even⁠ more to the⁠​‍ point where he‍‍ practically defeated the‌‍ Tower of Mages⁠ with only the⁠‍ help of his​ own guild.

‘This⁠‌ is difficult,’ she​ thought to herself.‌​

Her‌​‌ fate was linked​⁠ to his, in​‍‍ other words, that‌⁠‍ meant that she‌‌ had to get⁠​‍ closer to him.‍​​ Her destiny had⁠ yet to be⁠⁠ set in stone⁠ and the future‌‌ could change depending​‌ on her actions,‌‍​ so Korin Lork​ was a decisive‌‌​ card she had⁠ to lay her‍ hands on.

However,‍‍ Korin didn’t seem‍⁠ like he was‍ lacking anything.

Whether‌ it be money,‍ power, faction, or‌‍‍ fame, he was​‌⁠ in possession of‌ everything, oddly so‌ considering how he​ was still just​‌ a 2nd-year student‍‌‍ of the Academy.‌

And‍‍ despite having all‍​​ that, he didn’t‌ have any desires.⁠‍ Looking at him,⁠​ Miruam couldn’t help⁠‌‌ but think of‌ all the things‌ that she would‍ have done if‌​⁠ she were in‌ his shoes.

“This‌‍‌ is like the‌​ Orientation Day so‍‌ let’s just do‍‍​ a short 1 hour lesson, alright?”‌​⁠

“…Alright.‌ Go ahead.”

It‌ was tedious but⁠ she had to‌‍ play along with‌ it.

Although​⁠​ Miruam didn’t have‍‍⁠ a lot of‌‌ time on her‌‍ hands, it was⁠ an investment that⁠ had to be​ made in order‌‌‌ to build a better relationship with⁠‌ him.

***‍

A mentor’s job was​​ to teach things​⁠ that would be‌ useful in real‌‍​ life.

That‌‍​ included reading maps,‌ how to set⁠⁠​ a camp outdoors,‌ and identifying what‍‍⁠ was in the​ wilderness to either⁠ track down or⁠​ avoid being pursued⁠​‌ by demonic beasts.‌‍‌

Fundamentally,⁠‍ guardians were fighters⁠​ who had to‌‌‌ defeat demons, so‍ seniors tended to⁠​ focus on practical‌⁠⁠ things when teaching⁠ their juniors.

However,‌⁠ it was a slightly different story⁠⁠ if the mentee​‍‌ were a noble⁠​⁠ or a member‌⁠ of the royal⁠⁠ family.

Why‌ would they bother​​⁠ risking their lives‌ working as a guardian for a small pay? Only‍‍ a few of‌ them rarely did​ such a thing,​‌ and that was‍⁠‍ usually to gain⁠ fame, not wealth.⁠​

In‌‌‍ most cases, nobles⁠ and members of‍⁠ the royal family‌ chose mentors as‍‍⁠ a sign that​‍​ they wanted to‌‍ befriend the student.‍‍

‘There⁠⁠‌ is no way⁠⁠ he doesn’t know⁠‌ that already.’

Miruam‍ thought to herself⁠ as she watched​‍‍ Korin diligently teaching‍​ her how to‍‍‍ read a map,‌ as well as‌⁠⁠ first-aid.

Although‍ she was a powerful summoner of​‍‍ snakes and enjoyed​ hunting, she was​ fundamentally one of⁠‍ the only two​‌​ princesses of the​‌ Kingdom and had⁠‌​ more than enough‌‍‌ men underneath her⁠ to take care​‌‍ of such tedious‌​ tasks.

As⁠‌ if he saw​‌‌ through that line‌ of thought, Korin​ said while shrugging‌⁠ his shoulders.

“You​⁠‌ never know. If​⁠⁠ you go hunting‍‍⁠ and fall into‍ a trap, where⁠‍ you either get​⁠‍ lost or get‌ separated from your⁠ maids and knights,⁠⁠​ things like this​ could come in‍‍ handy.”

He⁠‍‍ said as if​​‍ he foresaw such​ a thing happening‌ in the future.​⁠​

“We‌‌‍ will be making‌ sure you learn‌‌⁠ all these things‍ through actual practice.”​​⁠

“…Actual​‍ practice?”

“What’s‌‍⁠ wrong?”

“…”​‍​

Miruam‌⁠ frowned at his‌ nonchalant attitude.

It​ was true that‌ going outdoors while⁠⁠ mentoring was nothing​‌‍ new, but was‌‌‌ he really suggesting​​ that to a princess? Even though⁠ he should be‌​⁠ aware of what‌ the goal behind‍‍​ this mentoring was?​

However,⁠ she was the⁠⁠⁠ desperate one here.‍ Treating a princess⁠​ like herself as‍​⁠ if she were⁠ an underling was…⁠‌⁠ very humiliating, but‌​⁠ she swallowed her​‍⁠ pride, telling herself‍ that this was⁠ necessary to achieve​ her objective.

“Then,​‌ shall we start‍​ talking about my⁠⁠‍ reward for the‍‌​ mentoring?”

“Sure.​ Go ahead.”

Taking⁠ a princess to​ dangerous activities outside⁠ and still asking⁠⁠ for a reward?‌​ Although it was⁠⁠⁠ a common tradition‌⁠​ for the mentee‍​​ to get something⁠‌ for the mentor,​ he was being⁠⁠ very brazen about‍​ it.

“As‍​‌ you probably know​​‍ already, Your Highness,​ I’m quite successful.”​⁠

“Hah…”‍

At‌‍ this point, it‍​ was so dumbfounding​‍​ how shameless he​​‌ was and she​‍‌ couldn’t even say⁠‌​ anything back. It​ had been very‌​ long since she​ last found herself⁠ this speechless.

“There​ are only a handful of people‍ stronger than me‌⁠ and… you know​‍‌ that the Dunareff⁠⁠ Family is sponsoring​​​ me, correct?”

“Go‍‌‍ on.”

Right,⁠⁠ and that was⁠​ the biggest problem.‌​‌ This man had⁠​⁠ no shortage of‍ anything and the⁠​‌ only problem he‍ might have was‌ that he had​‌ an overabundance of⁠ them.

Whether⁠ it be money​ or fame and​‌ status, he had​​ everything.

His⁠‌‌ fame as the‍ Grade 1 Knight⁠‍ of the Dunareff​ and a hero​⁠‍ who saved the​‍⁠ Saintess was enough‍⁠‌ to grant him‍⁠ anything he wished‌ for.

“I‌‍⁠ know your lifelong⁠ objective. I know​ very well what⁠‍ it is that‌‍ you are trying‌⁠ to accomplish through​ me.”

“…!”‌⁠

Her​‍ eyes widened into‌ circles – the‌​ abyssal serpent immediately⁠‌ flickered her eyes⁠ in a venomous‍‌ light. There were‌​‌ quite a few‌ people who were‌ aware of her​‍ objective already. Almost​⁠‌ everyone who remembered​⁠‍ what happened 10‍​⁠ years ago knew‍‌ it.

However,​ Korin was a commoner; he was​ just a citizen​ living inside the​‌‍ capital city.

If​⁠​ so, how could‍ he possibly be‌ aware of the​‍‍ wolf hunt that​ was being carried‌ out in secret,​ away from even‍ the eyes of‍ the New Faith?​‌

“…How​⁠ much about it⁠‌‍ do you know?”​⁠

“I‌ know everything. Way‍⁠​ too well.”

He‍ muttered with a rather dispirited look‌​‍ on his face,​‍ making her wonder⁠ why he was‍‍‍ wearing such an‌​‌ expression.

“So,‌ what do you‌‍ want from me?”​ Asked Miruam.

“I‍ can grant you​ anything except for‍ one thing.”

She⁠⁠⁠ said without even⁠‍​ trying to hide‍ the passion in⁠‍ her voice.

In‌ fact, she deemed​‌‍ it needless to⁠⁠​ hide it because‌‍ he was her​ destined partner who​​‍ would be helping‍ her acquire her​​​ lifelong desire anyway.‌ He was bound‍‌⁠ to find out,⁠ so she decided‌‌‍ to be frank‌‍‍ and instead inquire​​​ about his own​‌‌ wishes.

“What‌ I want, huh…?”‍‌

Korin‍⁠​ pondered to himself⁠⁠‍ but not for‍‌​ long. Soon, with⁠​⁠ a bitter smile​‍‍ on his face,‍​‍ he turned back‌⁠‌ to the princess.​

Unlike​‍⁠ Miruam’s blood-red eyes,‌​​ his red eyes⁠ sparkled like the​ sunset as he‍ gazed into her​‌ eyes.

He​ said with a mischievous smile.

“Every‌‍‍ week at the​ end of every​⁠ mentoring session,”

Inside‍ the room devoid‌​⁠ of everyone else,⁠ his voice echoed⁠​ clearly and reached‌⁠ her eyes.

“I‍ want Your Highness,​ Princess Miruam Elizabeth‍ El Rath,”

As​ if desperately trying‍⁠ to hold back‍‍⁠ the avenger who​​‍ no longer put​​‌ value in her⁠‌​ own life,

“To‍ look at me‍​ and… Actually, towards‌⁠​ anything…”

Hoping​​ that she would‌​ have a lingering⁠ attachment, more wishes,‌‌ and an extension​ to her life.​‍⁠

“…Just​​⁠ give a smile.⁠ Show me a smile, and I think that would‌‍‍ be enough.”

He‍ ended with a bitter smile, reminiscing⁠ in both the‍ past and the‍‍‌ future, of the‌‌ memories of his​ past regretful life‍ which only he​ could remember.

“…”​⁠

Her‌‌‍ lips ceased to‍ move as if‍‌ they were forced⁠⁠‍ to a close.‌​

The⁠ 2nd Princess of​‍ the Kingdom; the​⁠​ likely successor to​‌​ the throne with⁠ the support of⁠​ countless nobles, was‌⁠​ telling her to‍ share what he‌‌‍ wanted.

She‍​ told him she‌ would grant any‌‌​ of his wishes,⁠‌⁠ only if it‍​​ didn’t go against‍‌ her one lifelong‍‌‌ desire. Even if⁠‌​ he wanted to​ rape her at⁠⁠‍ this very moment,⁠‍‍ she would have⁠⁠​ gladly given herself⁠‍⁠ to him.

And⁠​ yet…

…A‌ smile.

A smile?

Is​ he really asking⁠‍ for something so⁠⁠⁠ trivial?

“You…”⁠⁠⁠

Is⁠ he mocking her?‌ Is he looking⁠ down at her?​‍​ What exactly are‌​ his intentions?

Hearing​ that simple and‌⁠‌ trivial request instead‌ deterred her from​ accepting it. Her⁠‍ eyes turned cold​ and her voice⁠ even colder.

“How​​ dare…”

Her‍ spiteful eyes quivered‍‌ from fury but⁠ without minding that​ a single bit,‍ Korin simply re-stated⁠​ his wish.

“A‍‍‍ smile would be‌‍ more than enough.”‌⁠

“Asking‌ for something so‌ useless…!”

“Why‌​ do you think​​‌ there’s no value‍‍‌ in it? Value​‍​ is always a subjective matter.”

“…”‍

Miruam‍⁠ calmed herself down‌​ and settled her‍ thoughts.

Just​⁠⁠ like how she‌ was so stubborn‌​‍ with her goals‌‍ that others couldn’t​⁠ understand it, it‍ might be the‌‌ case that her‍‍⁠ smile was that‍​ valuable to him,‍ beyond what others‌ could comprehend.

It‌⁠ was difficult to⁠‌ understand but Korin​​‌ was so firm​ as if there​‌ was zero falsehood‍ in his words.‍⁠

“Is‌ that… really all‍ you need?”

“Of⁠‌⁠ course.”

She‍​ felt like he‌‌ was trying to‌ deceive her, and‌‌‌ mock her, but‍‌ still decided to‌ rationally listen to‍ his trivial request.‌

-Flinch!‍‍‍

‘Wait.’‍

That​‌ was when she​ thought to herself.‌‍

How‍ do you smile‌ again?

It⁠‍ was nothing new‌ – she used‍‍‍ to smile a lot when scoffing‍⁠‍ and sneering at‌ others. She often‌⁠ did that to‌ the hateful dogs,​‍ but it felt‌⁠ nonsensical to give⁠ such a smile‌‍ to the man​​ in front of​​‌ her.

-Flinch!‍‌‌ Flinch!

But‌‍‍ she still had‌ to. If raising⁠‍ the corners of​⁠​ her lips a little could intertwine‌ her fate with‍‍⁠ the one who​ would be fulfilling⁠‍‍ her goal, she‌‌​ could do it​ any day.

“Like…⁠‍ this?”

She⁠‍ said with an‍⁠ awkward smile on‌ her face.

It‍ was closer to​‍ a sneer than​ a bright smile,‌ but her distorted‌‍ lips were still⁠⁠‍ in the category‍‌‌ of a ‘smile’.​

“Beautiful.”​

“Uht…!?”‌⁠‌

Miruam‍‍‍ immediately scowled and‌‍‌ removed the ‘smile’​ from her face,​⁠ but for some​‍ unknown reason, Korin‌ remained looking at‌‍ her with a wide smile of‌ joy.

***‍

The‍‌‌ room stayed silent​​​ for a very⁠‌​ long time.

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