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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 302: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 14 Corin and His Children (7)

Chapter 302: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 14 Corin and His Children (7)

“Seems⁠​ like something like​ second-year syndrome.”

“Second-year​ syndrome?”

“Yes,‍⁠ well… she has‌ a bit of‍​ that.”

I thought about how‍ to explain the​‍‌ modern concept of⁠‌⁠ second-year syndrome.

In‍ this world, there‌​ is no internet,​ but even so,‌ there are quite‌⁠‌ a lot of‍‍​ people who suffer‍‌​ from this kind‍ of strange condition.⁠

Needless​ to say, the​⁠​ golemist Cranel also​‌‌ falls quite heavily⁠ into that category—though​ no, his is‌ a different genre‍‍‍ altogether.

“Believing​ that one has‍ a noble lineage,⁠‍ that one hides‍‌‌ great power, that⁠ one is actually​‍‌ a being with⁠‍ sealed power—”

“…But​‌ all of that⁠‍ is true, isn’t​​‍ it?”

“Ah,‌‌‌ that’s true.”

I did not see‍‌‍ this twist coming!​‍‍

Finn​ has divine lineage,‌⁠ enormous latent power,⁠ and her divinity​⁠ is sealed to​ allow normal growth…⁠‌

“Everything‍ fits too perfectly.”‌​

The​ world is unpredictable.​ It turns out‌‌⁠ that the child⁠⁠ with second-year syndrome‍ was not fantasy,‌‌⁠ but reality.

“Well,‌‍​ I don’t think‍​⁠ there’s much to‌​ worry about.”

“Is‌​‍ it really fine?”⁠

Erin⁠ asked with a worried expression, but‌​‌ I didn’t make‌⁠ much of it.​​

“Those‌​ kinds of things⁠​‌ are just a phase. They heal​​‌ on their own‌ over time.”

It’s‍⁠‌ jokingly called an‍⁠‍ illness, but in⁠ the end it‍‌ also becomes a childhood memory.

I myself, when I was little, dreamed​‌ of becoming a hero and saving‍‌ the world—ah, wait,⁠ I actually did‌ do that.

“Anyway.⁠ Finn isn’t sick​​ or strange; she’s‌ just a bit⁠⁠‍ precocious. And I have a good‍⁠‌ idea.”

“A‍ good idea?”

Erin‌‍⁠ blinked with her‌‌‌ eyes wide open.‍⁠ I twisted the‌‌ corner of my⁠‍‍ lips.

***‍⁠⁠

The​‌ place where Finn‌​​ usually spent her​ time wasn’t fixed,‌‌‌ but she often‌⁠ played in the⁠‍ Castle of Shadows,⁠ Erin’s territory.

It​‌ was dark and⁠‌ gloomy, a place‌⁠ that didn’t seem⁠​‍ very suitable for​⁠ a child’s education,‌‍ but since it‍ was the domain‌ where Erin had⁠‌⁠ lived for countless‍​ years, it seemed‌‍ instinctively familiar to​ her.

“Ngh!⁠ The sealed left‌‍ arm that grows‍‌ stronger in the‍ domain of darkness!​​​ Calm down, Black⁠⁠ Flame Dragon! Pacify⁠‌ your rage!”

Saying​​⁠ that, Finn Danua⁠ pressed hard against​​ her own arm.‌‍ Josephine, who was‍​‌ watching the scene,‍‌ shook her head.​​

“I‌‌‍ don’t understand absolutely‌​⁠ anything she’s saying.”⁠‌‌

Josephine​‌ had taught for‌‌ decades at Merkabah‍⁠​ Academy, but even‌ she didn’t know⁠ how to handle‌ a case like‍⁠⁠ this.

One‌​ could say the‍ girl played on‌​ her own without‍‌ any problems, but‌‍‌ the real issue‍​⁠ was that she⁠⁠ always dragged Josephine⁠ into her world,‌ assigning her roles‌ like the Space-Time⁠‌ Administration Department or​‌ a hundred-year-old golden⁠‍‍ dragon.

‘I⁠ said I’m not​‍ Gold Miss…!’

Witches⁠‌‍ live a long‌‍ time, so marrying‌ late is no‌⁠ problem.

“Gold‍ Digger! The time‌ has come to⁠⁠⁠ release your hidden‍⁠​ power!”

“E-eh…‌⁠​ please, it’s Gold​​ Miss.”

“Bah!‌‌ That’s not important!​​ It’s time to​⁠ release the sealed‍‍ demonic power!”

“Who‌‌ in the world⁠ is this child‍‌ fighting with…?”

That​⁠ was when it⁠⁠ happened.

Josephine‌‍‌ doubted her own⁠​‍ eyes.

From⁠ deep within the‍​​ Castle of Shadows,⁠ beyond the darkness,⁠ two figures were‌⁠‍ approaching.

Corin​ and Erin.

It​⁠​ was only natural,​ since only the‌‍ two of them⁠​ lived in that​​ castle.

The⁠⁠ problem was their‍ attire.

Corin‍‍​ had one eye‌‌‌ completely bandaged, and​ Erin was wearing‌‌ a rather aggressive​ outfit with black‍ wings.

“W-what…‍​⁠ what is this?‌ What are you‍ two doing?”

“Hahahaha,​ have you asked​ for our names?⁠ Then it’s only‌‍​ natural that we‌‍‍ answer!”

“T-to‌​ prevent the destruction⁠​ of the world…”‌​‍

“To⁠ protect world peace!”⁠​

“Love‌‍ and truth, spreading​‍ darkness—”

“Speak⁠⁠⁠ louder, Darkness!”

Smack!​​

Corin‌ slapped Erin on​ her bare back.​

“Hii!‍ L-love and truth,‍​ spreading darkness!”

“From⁠‌​ here on, we’ll⁠‌ skip the middle​ part to avoid‍​ copyright issues. I am Justice!”

“A-and‍⁠​ I… Darkness.”

“Ah,​⁠ I should’ve brought⁠ Deokgu. What a waste. He would’ve‍ fit perfectly with‍‍ the ‘I’m a puppy’ bit.”

“C-Corin…​‌⁠ you broke character.‌ And Deokgu would‌​⁠ never have agreed.”‍​⁠

At​‍​ Erin’s remark, Corin⁠​​ shamelessly poked the​⁠ side of her‍‌‌ chest.

“Darkness!‌⁠‌ What are you⁠‌‌ saying? I am​‌‍ Justice! The legitimate‍ successor of Heavenly⁠ Demon Michael Jackson,⁠‌⁠ Heavenly Demon Kim​ Corin! I don’t‌⁠‍ know anyone like‍‌⁠ that!”

“Hii!”​‍‍

“You‍ two… what the⁠ hell are you⁠​‍ doing?”

Ignoring‌‌ Josephine’s interruption, Corin‌‌‍ turned his head​‍​ toward Finn.

“Hahahaha,‌ persistent bastards. Causing‍ trouble again, were​ you? Gold Digger!‌ No—Gold Miss Dragon!‍ And reincarnation of‍‍ Bloody Crazy Harmageddon‍‍ who carries the‍‌‍ sealed Black Flame‍​ Dragon!”

“Ah……”‍​

Finn,⁠‍‌ who had been⁠ stunned for a moment, seemed to‌ understand something and⁠⁠‌ replied.

“You’re‌ the dogs of‌‌ the Space-Time Administration‍‍ Department!”

“Correct!‌‍‌ Did you think​⁠‌ you could escape⁠⁠​ our pursuit while⁠ carrying the sealed​⁠‍ Black Flame Dragon?”‌

“What‌‍ have you been‍ talking about this​ whole time…?”

At‌‌ that moment, Josephine‌‍ met Erin’s gaze—the‌ one wearing that​‍⁠ extreme winged outfit.‌⁠‍

‘Go‍⁠⁠ along with it​​ now.’

‘…And‌‌ that outfit?’

‘I​‌‍ don’t know! Corin⁠⁠ made me put⁠ it on! It‍‍⁠ wasn’t my decision!’‌​​

Josephine‍ recalled how Corin‍ used to make‍​ them wear anything​ whenever he asked—the‌⁠ last time it‍ had been a nurse uniform taken‍⁠ from who knows‍​ where.

Remembering‍‍ that role-play scene​​​ of a millionaire‍⁠​ patient and nurses,⁠‌​ she resigned herself‍ to the fact‌‌‍ that yet another​​ strange performance had‌ begun.

“Today‌‌ is the day‌ we protect the⁠⁠ order of space-time!‌⁠‍ Bloody Crazy Harmageddon!”⁠

“It‌‌ won’t go the​ way you want,⁠ you bastards of⁠‌‌ the Space-Time Administration‍ Department!”

“Explode,​‌‌ reality!”

“Burst,​ synapses!”

But‍⁠ watching the scene—​​‍

“Well,⁠​ in the end,​‍ it’s just a father playing normally⁠‍‍ with his daughter.”‍‌

“Right?”⁠

Both‌​‍ of them smiled​ warmly as they⁠‌​ watched the father–daughter‌ pair having fun.⁠​​

“I‍ shall stand above‍ the heavens!”

“At‌ last you reveal‍‌ your ambition, ponytail!​ I’ll stop you‍‍ no matter the‍ cost!”

“Hahaha,‍‍ don’t use such‌⁠ harsh words. You⁠ look. weak.”

“Kuh!⁠‌‌ Kisama! Bankai!”

“Gear‍⁠ Seconddoooo!!”

“…..”⁠

Is‌‍ it just my​‌ imagination, or does​‍ it look like‌ she’s enjoying this⁠ a lot too?‌⁠‍

***​⁠

If‍ there was a truly enormous change⁠​⁠ on the continent‍⁠ after the War​⁠​ of the Sun,‌‍ it was the⁠‌ great transformation of‌‍‍ the religious world.‌

After​ the internal purge⁠ of the New‍ Clergy carried out​‍ by Estelle Hadassa​​ El Ras, First‍ Princess of the‍​​ Kingdom of El​‍ Ras and a saint, the absorption‌‌ of the Old⁠ Clergy took place‍ following the War‌‌ of the Sun.​‍‌

And‌​ furthermore, the doctrinal‍‌​ unification with the​‍‌ Heavenly Sect of‍ the East.

So‍​ then, who is⁠‍​ the human of⁠⁠ the highest status‍‌ in this world?​

If⁠ we set aside⁠ the God of​‍⁠ the Sun, Corin‌ Loch—already a great⁠‌ hero beyond all‍ categories—the candidates are​‌⁠ reduced to two.⁠⁠‌

Marie‌⁠ Dunaleff, future duchess‌⁠‍ of the Empire​ of the Southern​‌‍ Papa and mistress‌​‌ of the new‍ magic tower, Dunaleff⁠‍ Tower.

And‌‌‌ Estelle Hadassa El⁠​‍ Ras, the only‍​ Grand Saint who‍‌‍ achieved a colossal​ religious unification that‌ transcended continents.

Both⁠⁠ were born as‌‌ members of royalty‍ or the highest​ nobility, and among‌ Corin’s wives they‌‍​ possess political and‍ economic influence without‌⁠ comparison.

Could‌‌⁠ it be because‌​‌ of that influence?‌

Abigail,‍ Estelle’s eldest daughter,​‍⁠ had a distinctly‌​⁠ “royal” character, very​ different from Corin’s‌⁠ other children.

“Princess,‍‌‌ today it is‍⁠‌ Barsil aromatic oil.⁠‌ Would you like‍ to try the‌​​ fragrance?”

“Hmm~‌⁠ It’s not bad.​​ You know today‍‌ is an important‌‍ day, right? Make⁠‌ sure to take⁠ good care of⁠ me.”

“Of‍​⁠ course, Princess.”

Today⁠⁠ she would participate‌​ in a religious‌⁠⁠ ceremony as a princess of the‍ kingdom and as‍‌​ the daughter of‌​ Estelle, head of‍ the Holy Tribunal.⁠⁠‍

Although​ in practice she​ would only show‍​ her face and​‍ fulfill a symbolic‍​ role, Abigail took⁠‍‍ the matter very⁠‌ seriously.

“But‌​ the Supreme Pontiff‍​ said it wasn’t⁠ necessary for me⁠ to participate. Do⁠‍‍ I really need‌‍ to go out?”‌‍​

“It⁠​ will be a boring time for‌​ you, Princess Abigail.”‌​

Despite⁠ the attendants’ care⁠⁠⁠ and concern, Abigail⁠ replied while puffing​​‌ out her chest.‍‍‌

“I’m‍ not a child!”‍‌‍

“But‍ you are still‍ young in age…”‍‌

“For‍​ royalty, as noble⁠‍‍ as blood are‌​ also obligations. I am the daughter⁠⁠ of the God‌‌ of the Sun‍‌ and of the‌ future Goddess of‌‍ the Earth. If⁠ I appear childish​‌‌ before the believers,‍‍‍ what will they⁠⁠‍ think of Mother?”⁠

Certainly,‍‍‌ the faithful of‌ the Cult of‍​ the God of​‌‍ the Sun placed⁠ great expectations not‌​ only on Corin’s‌⁠‍ wives, but also‍ on his children.‍​

After​‍‌ all, they were‌ not mere humans​ born in this​​ land, but genuine‌‍ divine descendants, bearers⁠ of divine power​​ from birth.

“If⁠ they show behavior‌​ unworthy of children‍ of the gods,​‍‌ like Park Sirin⁠⁠​ or oppa Deokgu,‍‍⁠ faith in the‍ Cult of the​‌⁠ God of the‌‍​ Sun will weaken.‍​‍ That’s why I,⁠⁠ with legitimate royal​⁠ blood, must stand‌​⁠ out!”

Regardless⁠ of that, Corin⁠‍ believed that children​‌​ should simply grow​‍ as children, but‍‌ Abigail, just like​ her mother, was‌‍ full of ambition.⁠​⁠

Among‌ Corin’s innumerable children,‍‌⁠ she believed herself‍‍​ the most worthy‍​ to represent the‌‍ descendants of the‌‌⁠ gods, and she⁠‍ intended to occupy​ a priority position‌‍ among the future‌ deities.

“Everything⁠ is ready, Princess.”​

Abigail‌‍ reinforced her confidence⁠ as she looked‍⁠‍ at herself in⁠‍ the mirror. Her⁠ pink hair, inherited⁠ from her mother,‍‍ was her greatest​​⁠ pride.

“Perfect!‍ The hairstyle is​‍ impeccable! And the‍‍‍ clothes too, except​⁠​ that it feels​‌​ a bit cool‍‌ under the arms!”‍

“Saintly‍‌ vestments prioritize a sense of openness.”‍‌

“Ah,‌ but I can’t‌ let my belly⁠​ button get cold​​‌ during my growth‌‍⁠ period. I’ll put⁠ on a sash‌​​ underneath.”

After⁠ finishing her preparations,⁠‍ Abigail left her‍ palace and headed​ toward the carriage.‌

And‍‌​ there she encountered⁠​​ an unexpected figure.​‍⁠

“Huh?⁠ My… Miruam, Crown‍ Princess?”

A beauty with red⁠ hair and a crimson dress. Miruam‍‍ was waiting for⁠‌​ her inside the​‌‍ carriage.

“Get​​ in, Abigail.”

“Ah,‍ y-yes… yes!”

Abigail​‌ bowed awkwardly and​⁠ got into the​‍ carriage. Miruam watched‌​‌ her with an​ elegant smile.

“They‌⁠⁠ say you’ll be‌ participating in the⁠⁠​ ceremony. That’s admirable.”​‍

“Y-yes!​ It’s my duty‌⁠​ as my parents’‍​ daughter and as‍⁠‍ a member of⁠​⁠ royalty!”

“They‌⁠⁠ don’t usually worry‍⁠‌ about such things.”​⁠

Miruam​⁠‌ smiled elegantly. Abigail‌‍ etched that image‌‌ into her memory.​

That⁠⁠‍ was how a true member of​‍‍ royalty should smile.‌​⁠

Although‌ Abigail was Estelle’s​‌ daughter, much of⁠​ her conduct and‌‌ sense of royal⁠‍ duty she had⁠‍​ learned from Miruam,‍⁠‌ Estelle’s younger sister.‍‍​

Unlike⁠ Estelle, free to‍ the point of‍⁠ seeming capricious, Miruam‌‌⁠ possessed the grace‌‌‍ and nobility proper⁠ to royalty.

Moreover,‌ while Estelle was‌ the pontiff of​ the Unified Cult,‌​​ Miruam held the⁠⁠⁠ position of Crown‍​ Princess, the future​ queen of the⁠‌​ Kingdom of El‌​​ Ras.

“Estelle‌‌ will already be‍‌​ there. Let’s go‍​ together to the‌​ temple.”

“Y-yes,⁠ Aunt!”

Corin’s⁠ children called the​⁠⁠ other mothers “mom”‍‌ with their names​ added. Park Hayeon‌⁠‌ also said “Mom​‍ Marie” or “Mom​⁠ Alisha.”

However,‍ Miruam asked for​ different treatment from‌ the children who‌‍ called her mom.​

It⁠ was unclear whether​ this was due⁠‍ to strict royal​ protocol, but it⁠ wasn’t as though‌‍‌ she acted distant.‍​‍

“Rest‌ a bit during​​ the trip. It’s​⁠‌ fine.”

“Really…‌‌​ I can?”

“Yes.‍⁠ They’ll fix your‍‌ hair again at‍ the venue.”

Miruam⁠ patted her lap‌‍‍ lightly. Abigail rested​‌ her head on⁠⁠⁠ her thigh without​​​ hesitation.

A warm, gentle hand⁠⁠ stroked her hair.⁠

Miruam​ was especially attentive‍⁠⁠ to her husband’s‍⁠ children.

If‍ Park Sirin was‍ the most feared​⁠⁠ mother, Miruam was⁠ without a doubt‍ the most considerate.​⁠‍

‘But‍ then… why doesn’t​‍‌ the Crown Princess⁠‍ have children?’

The‌⁠‍ doubt suddenly arose.⁠​⁠

There⁠​⁠ were families where,‍ like with Mom‌⁠⁠ Alisha or Mom‍ Lunia, two more‌​‍ siblings were born⁠ every year.

Or⁠ cases like Mom⁠‌ Hwaran, who had‍ only one and⁠⁠‍ raised him well.‍‍

With‌ so many siblings,⁠‌‌ Kang Hyeok or‌‌⁠ Finn Danua didn’t‌ feel lonely, and‍‌ Abigail also had‍⁠ a newborn little​​‍ brother.

But⁠​‍ Miruam.

She⁠ hadn’t had a single child.

Why​‌‍ would that be?⁠

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