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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 374: Graduate Program at Joaquin (3)

Chapter 374: Graduate Program at Joaquin (3)

The⁠ Association employees sent‌‌‌ on missions to⁠​ Gehenna were recognized⁠​​ talents within the‌⁠ organization.

One​​ small mistake could‌‌​ leave them seriously‌ injured or dead.​​‌ Even when combining​ base salary and‍ hazard pay, their‌‍ earnings didn’t reach​‍ a quarter of‌‍ what hero agencies​​ paid.

Even⁠ so, volunteers were‍ never lacking.

‘Because‌ it’s the only⁠​‍ opportunity and channel​​ to meet privately⁠⁠ with the Heavenly⁠⁠‌ Sword.’

Perhaps‍‌ that’s why members​‌​ of the dispatched‌ squad envied Speedweapon.‌⁠ Because he had‍‍​ a close friendship​​ with the Heavenly​ Sword.

‘They‍ don’t know…’

A famous actor once⁠‍ said:

Life,⁠​ seen from afar,​ is a comedy;⁠‌​ but up close,‌​‌ it’s a tragedy.​‍

Speedweapon‍‌ completely agreed.

“I‌ know it wasn’t​‌‌ an easy decision.‍⁠​ Thank you for⁠​‍ so readily accepting‍‍ the teaching position.”​​

“There’s​ nothing to thank.‍‌​ But it’s my‍‌​ first time teaching​‍‍ anyone, so I’m‍⁠ a bit concerned…⁠​‍ even more so‌ since we’re talking‍⁠⁠ about humans, not​‌​ demons. Still, you⁠​‍ said it’s for‍⁠‍ the preservation of‌​ the world, so⁠⁠ I’ll accept.”

“I’m⁠⁠ relieved to hear​‌⁠ that. In that‌​‍ case, I’ll explain‌‌‍ in broad strokes​​​ the future plans…”‌

The‌ two exchanged words⁠⁠ with a relaxed‌‌ smile. Only Speedweapon’s‌‍​ face had gone‌⁠ pale.

‘President…​⁠‌ you said you’d⁠‍ call someone with‌ knowledge of magic…‌⁠​ but what do​ we do if⁠‌ he’s not even⁠​​ human?’

He⁠ didn’t dare ask​ it out loud.‌

And⁠‍ even if he‌‍‍ pushed for an‌​ answer, he knew‌⁠⁠ it would be⁠ useless. The response‍​ would be obvious.⁠⁠‍

‘Does‍​‌ the race matter?’‌

“…”⁠​

Speedweapon‌ and his subordinates​‍ deeply respected the​‌ Heavenly Sword.

They‍⁠⁠ grew up watching‌ him fight, and‌‌​ many who rose​‌​ quickly were graduates​‌ of the Joaquin⁠⁠‍ Academy.

A great hero, revered‌​⁠ by all nations,‌‌ beyond any status.‍

Even​‌ when humanity was​ threatened by external​‌​ forces, the Heavenly‌‍ Sword remained its‍‌ final wall. And⁠‍ he still proved⁠‌ it, fighting on⁠ the frontlines.

A model of what⁠‍‌ a hero should‍‍ be.

A figure that uprooted‍‌ the prejudices embedded‍ in this world.‍​

Speedweapon⁠‌‌ looked at him⁠​‍ in profile.

‘He’s​‌​ always been like⁠ that.’

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma had black​⁠⁠ hair.

Just‍‌‍ because of that,‌‌ when he was‌ a cadet, many‌‌ viewed him with‍ suspicion. Prejudice, discrimination,​ bad customs.

Kang‌⁠ Geom-Ma hated bad‌‌‌ customs. He fought​‍‌ firmly to eradicate⁠ false prejudices. And‍ he still did—combating‍ one by one​​ the entrenched habits‌​ of the present.‍

‘Prejudices…’‌⁠​

He​ had none. The‌ President had none.‍

‘Inviting‌ a dragon as⁠​ a professor… I’ll‍​⁠ have to report​ this to the‍ Association president. That’s‍ probably why the‍‍⁠ president wanted me⁠‍ here.’

“Holly…”​

A seat of thorns.‌‌​

‘Why​⁠ the hell do⁠⁠​ my subordinates envy​‌ me…?’

They‌ don’t know.

The​‍‍ suffering of a middle management role.‍ The sadness of‌ being a sandwich.​

That’s‌‌ what awaits the​​‌ graduate students.

***⁠​‌

‘He‌⁠‌ looks awful.’

After‌ chatting with Valerion,‍ Speedweapon looked on‌ the verge of⁠⁠‌ death.

Ah…‍‌​ he’s intimidated, isn’t​⁠ he?

Valerion‍⁠ was an Elder‌‍ Dragon.

And⁠⁠ Speedweapon’s reaction far​ exceeded the norm.⁠⁠ Any ordinary person⁠ would’ve already rolled⁠ their eyes back‍ and fainted.

‘Only‍ he can endure​ it.’

How​​ admirable you are,⁠‍‍ Speedweapon.

Tap⁠‍‌ tap.

“You⁠​‌ okay?”

“…Yeah.”‌‍

“I‍ get that you​​ were scared.”

“Of​ course I was‍​‍ scared. I feel​ like my heart​ split a little.”‍

Even‍​⁠ back when corps⁠ commanders roamed free,‍​​ dragons were among⁠⁠ the most powerful‌ beings—comparable in strength‌ to the true​⁠⁠ commanders.

Not⁠‌‌ even Kuarne, the⁠ psychopathic second body⁠ commander, dared to​ mess with the⁠ dragons.

If‌​ a single scale‍⁠⁠ was plucked from​‌​ a sleeping dragon,‍​ the War of​‌‍ Humanity wouldn’t have⁠‌ even begun.

‘Good​‍‍ thing the dragons‍​ avoid getting involved​ in worldly affairs.’‍​‌

Since‍ always, dragons were⁠ the absolute pinnacle⁠⁠ of the demon‍ race, and the‌ very essence of‌‍‍ the Demon World.‍⁠

Some⁠‍ said they not​ only inherited the⁠ traits of ancient‌​​ races but were⁠ their improved versions.‍​​

They‍​ were as majestic‍‌‌ as the ancients,​​​ but also more‌ powerful and superior‍​ in appearance.

That’s⁠⁠ why neither Speedweapon⁠ nor the dispatched‍‌ squad, who constantly‍⁠‌ traveled between worlds,​‍ had encountered a dragon before.

Even‌⁠⁠ if I had‍‌ tried myself, both​​ sides would’ve felt​​‌ uncomfortable.
Dragons preferred to‌ keep their distance‌​​ from humans.

I was the one‍‍‌ who brought them‍​⁠ in. In the‍ past, I wouldn’t‍⁠⁠ even have considered⁠ it.

‘Dragons​ are beginning to⁠​ feel alarmed too.’⁠‌⁠

The‌⁠⁠ tragedy of Parsy.⁠ The appearance of‌‍ Ragnarok was a blow even to‍‍​ dragons.

An⁠‌​ enemy greater than‌ the commanders tried‍​⁠ to invade not‌‍ only the human‍‌ world but also‍​⁠ sink Gehenna.

‘Even⁠ the most detached‌‌ dragons will have‌‍ to get involved⁠ now.’

In​‍​ my mind, I was already looking⁠ further ahead. The‍‌ response to the‌ end of the‍ world doesn’t belong‌‌ to humanity alone.‍⁠

Demons​‍ are also natives​‌⁠ of “Miracle Blessing​ M.”

“Together.”‌

Joaquin’s‍ graduate program will‌​ become the base⁠ of that grand‍‌‌ vision.

Fortunately,‍​ the Elder Dragon​⁠ understood my purpose.‌​​ Truly, it was​ an act of‌ great courage that‍⁠ he came in‌‌ person.

Until‌ now, the only‍⁠ thing he’d directly​‌‍ done for me‍⁠‌ was open the⁠​ Eye of Truth.‌​‍

“Hello…”​‌‌

Speedweapon,⁠‌ who had been⁠ gauging the atmosphere,‌​ finally addressed Valerion‌​ with difficulty. Valerion‍ nodded with his​‍​ chin.

“Yes.”‌​

“As‍‍ an Association employee,⁠‌ I have to⁠ ask… how did‍ you cross the​ Gehenna Gate? We’ve⁠​ deployed staff and⁠‌⁠ several layers of⁠​ special barriers there.”⁠⁠

“I⁠​ simply crossed it.”⁠‌⁠

“…What?”⁠​

Valerion​‌‍ scratched his temple‍​⁠ with his thumb.‌

Now​​‍ that I saw‍‌‌ it closely, his​‍ nails were triangular​‌ in shape.

“Heavenly‍​ Sword, it seems​ I must explain⁠‌ how I crossed,⁠​ if you permit‍‍ me.”

“As‍​ long as there’s⁠‌‍ no risk, go⁠‌​ ahead.”

“Why‌‌‍ do you decide‍⁠ if there’s risk‌‍ or not, President?”‍‍

“That’s‌ why I hate‌​⁠ people who grasp‍⁠​ everything instantly.”

“Just‍ talk already!”

Speedweapon‌ lunged.

Snap!​​​

At‍ that moment, a crisp sound echoed.‍

With‌⁠‍ a mere snap‌​ of Valerion’s fingers,‌​‌ Speedweapon’s world went‍ dark.

***​‍⁠

A few hours later⁠​

“Ugh…​​‍ ugh…”

Speedweapon,‍​ who was sprawled⁠‌ on the ground,​‍ stirred a bit‌ and finally sat‍‍​ up.

His‍‍‌ hair looked like⁠‍ a bird’s nest.‍⁠

“Did​‌ you sleep well?”‌

I lifted a corner​⁠ of my lips.​‌

“…Did‍‍ I sleep?”

Still​ bleary-eyed, he wiped‌ away the drool‌ and suddenly woke‍‍ up.

“Me!?”​

“You‍‍‌ were sleeping so‌‍​ soundly, I didn’t⁠ want to wake⁠‍‌ you. I heard‌‌‍ you muttering idol‌​‌ names… at first,​​‍ I thought you‌ were praying.”

“Uwaaaaagh!”‌‍‌

He‌ hastily combed his⁠⁠‌ disheveled hair and‍‍ shot me a death glare. Valerion‌‌ spoke for me.​​​

“It’s‍⁠​ not a sleep-inducing‌‌ or hypnotic spell.‌⁠⁠ It’s a magic⁠​ that efficiently dissolves‍‍ the accumulated fatigue⁠⁠​ in the body,‌⁠​ and its effect‌​​ manifests as sleep.”‌⁠⁠

“Now​‌‌ that you mention⁠‍ it…”

Speedweapon​⁠​ began rotating his‌ shoulders. His previously​‌ creaky joints now⁠⁠ moved fluidly.

“That’s⁠ a relief.”

His‌‌⁠ mind also felt‌⁠‍ clearer.

It‍ was as if‌⁠ the intracranial pressure‍⁠ from overwork had​ diminished.

“Usually​​⁠ it only lasts​⁠ an hour, but​‌⁠ you slept three.”​

Said‍ Valerion.

“Seems‍⁠ like you’ve been⁠⁠ under quite a load.”

“…”⁠‌

“I⁠ understand how that‌⁠ feels.”

Just⁠ hearing that moved⁠⁠‍ Speedweapon.

He​⁠‍ clearly sensed the⁠⁠‌ implication behind those⁠​ words.

You’re‌ doing your best‍‍‍ not to be⁠‍ unworthy of standing⁠‌⁠ beside the Heavenly‌ Sword.

He‍‌⁠ frowned. Heat rushed⁠‌​ through him. He⁠‌ closed his eyes‌ tightly, and when‌ he opened them,⁠ he changed the⁠ subject.

“For​​‌ now, I’ll faithfully​‍‍ convey the Lord’s‍‍⁠ will to the‌​ president of the‌‍ Association.”

“You’re‌ doing great work.”⁠‌​

“However,‌‍ both in the‌​ academy and the‌​ Association, a skeptical‍​ view prevails regarding‍ revealing the Lord’s‌⁠ true identity.”

Valerion‌⁠ nodded.

“I‌ know. That’s why‌​​ I have no⁠ intention of revealing⁠⁠ it.”

“You’ve⁠‍‌ probably realized why‍ I called in⁠‍ a promising talent​⁠​ from the Association,​​ haven’t you?”

Kang‍​ Geom-Ma motioned his⁠‍ chin toward him.​‍⁠

“You​ want me to​‍‍ get him a fake identity. You’re⁠‌⁠ twisted.”

Speedweapon‌‌‌ rubbed his neck.‍

“Understood.⁠‍ I’ll inform the​‌​ president first, then‍‌​ handle it separately.”⁠⁠​

“I’m‌ counting on you,‌ Speedweapon.”

“Thank‌​‍ you, Mr. Speedweapon.”⁠‍

Speedweapon‌ felt a lump‍⁠ in his chest.⁠‌

Who‌ in the world‍ has received a direct request from‍ both the Heavenly​​ Sword and an​⁠⁠ Elder Dragon? He⁠‌ was probably the‌ first… and the‍⁠ last.

Unintentionally,‍‌‌ he stood a little taller with‍ pride.

‘But​​​ now that I think about it…’​​

While⁠ fidgeting on his‍ feet, Kang Geom-Ma‌ nudged him with‍‍ his elbow.

“If⁠⁠⁠ you have something‌ to say, say​⁠⁠ it.”

“No,​⁠ it’s just that…​ I do believe‌⁠⁠ this gentleman is⁠ an Elder Dragon,⁠ but…”

“Do⁠⁠ you want me‌ to show you‍ his true form?”⁠​‌

“…”‍

“Worried‌ the president of​‌ the Association won’t​⁠ believe it?”

Speedweapon‍‌ looked down.

‘How​ could I say‌ I want to⁠​⁠ see a dragon⁠‍‌ with my own​ eyes!’

He⁠​ was someone who​⁠ had admired dragons⁠‌ as much as‍‍⁠ great heroes.

What⁠​​ man doesn’t go​‍‌ crazy for horns,‍ wings, and dragon‌​ breath? Even skeletal⁠​ dinosaur bones made​​ his heart race.⁠⁠ To see a real one… what⁠ would that feel⁠⁠ like?

‘It’s⁠​ all over your​​⁠ face, it’s obvious.’‌

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma sighed and‍‍⁠ looked at Valerion.‌

“That’s‌‌​ what he says.”​​

“It’s‌‍​ not a difficult‌ request. Besides, there’s​​‍ magic flowing through‌⁠​ the human world,‌​⁠ so…”

“I-if​⁠ that’s the case!”‌

Speedweapon’s⁠ face lit up​ like a blooming‍​‍ flower.

“If‌​‌ proof is needed,‍ I’ll do it.”⁠‌​

Valerion‌‌‍ rose from his‍⁠ seat. Speedweapon slowly‍ backed away.

His‌​​ eyes looked like‍⁠ they were about‍​ to fall out‌⁠ of his face.‌⁠

“I’ll​⁠ begin.”

“Yes!”​‌⁠

Valerion​​ slightly parted his⁠‌ lips.

A moment later—

Oh,‍‌ oh!

A shadow rose over​‌⁠ Speedweapon.

Oh……!⁠⁠‍

From⁠ the massive body,‍‌ a pair of​⁠‍ branches emerged.

They⁠ were horns.

Oh……!‍​

Fwoooosh.​​⁠

The‌‍ wind swept through⁠ the sealed room.⁠‌

A flowerpot in the‌​ corner toppled and⁠ shattered.

“….”‌⁠

Speedweapon’s‍​ previously rounded lips⁠ from astonishment straightened​‌ into a flat​​ line.

Krrrrrrr…⁠‌‌

The⁠‌​ air vibrated.

The‍ light bulbs flickered,‌​​ wobbled, and then‌ shut off with⁠ a click.

In⁠ the total darkness,​ a pair of‍‌‌ glowing red dots‌⁠ shone. The eyes⁠ of the Elder​‍ Dragon.

They‌ approached. Right in‍‍‍ front of Speedweapon.‌‌

So‍​‍ close he could​‍ touch them with⁠‍‌ his nose.

Snort.⁠

Valerion‌ exhaled through his​ nose.

The​‌ breath blew back​ Speedweapon’s bangs. His‌ forehead was completely​​​ exposed.

“Are​‍‌ you satisfied?”

Completely‌‌ frozen, Speedweapon only​‍ moved his lips‌ without making a sound.

Kang‍‍‍ Geom-Ma chuckled softly.​​

“The​‌ professor is speaking‍​ to you.”

“Ah,‌​ yes.”

More​‌ than enough.

No,​​​ not enough.

Even‌‍⁠ my bladder is‍‌ beyond full!

***‍⁠

Speedweapon‍ dashed straight to‌ the bathroom.

Valerion​‍ and I watched​⁠ him go and‌​ commented.

“He’s⁠ a good friend⁠ you’ve got.”

“Yes.‌ He’s the best‍ among those I can call friends⁠ in the human‌‍‌ world.”

“That’s‌ unexpected. Given your​‌ status, I thought‍ you’d have many‌‌ friends. I see​⁠‌ you’re selective.”

I smiled faintly.

“Don’t⁠‌⁠ dragons usually avoid‍‌‍ interacting with other‍ races?”

Valerion’s​​ eyes turned serious.​

Dragons​ are in a category above the‍‌ rest of the‍‍ demons. They’re only⁠‌ grouped under the⁠ term “demon race”​⁠ for convenience.

To‌‍ other demons, dragons‌‍ are feared beings.‍​⁠ Since time immemorial,‌ so much so‌ that tracing the​ origin is meaningless.‌‍‌

“It’s‍​ similar. I suppose‌ it’s hard for‌⁠ them to approach⁠⁠ me.”

Dragons⁠​⁠ ended up isolating‌‌ themselves within demon​​ society. And I think maybe no‍ one approaches them,‌⁠ so they don’t‍‍‌ approach others.

Valerion,‍‍ after hearing me,‌​ said quietly:

“If‍‌‍ the Heavenly Sword⁠‌‌ allows it, I too could consider‌​‌ myself his friend.”‌

“What‌‌‌ are you saying?”‍⁠⁠

I stared at him.​​‍

“You’re⁠​ already my friend,⁠​‍ Lord.”

“But⁠ you just said‌‌‍ Speedweapon was almost‌​⁠ your only friend.”‍

“I‍​ said in the‍⁠⁠ human world. I also have a squirrel friend.”

Valerion​⁠‌ let out a soft chuckle, a bit late. I laughed with him.⁠‍​

When​ Speedweapon returned from‌⁠ the bathroom, blinking​⁠ in confusion, I handed him a folder while he⁠ was still trembling.​‌⁠ He reluctantly opened⁠​‍ it.

It‍‍ was the list‍⁠ of professors I had in mind.⁠‍​

“Hey…‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma.”

It‍​‌ had been a while since anyone⁠​ called me by​​⁠ name.

“Are‍​⁠ you in your‍​ right mind?”

***​‌

It‌⁠ seems my idea‌⁠ shocked the guy.‌‌

Even⁠ after seeing an⁠​​ Elder Dragon, he‌ was still so⁠⁠⁠ expressive.

“Look​⁠ forward to it.”‍‍⁠

I assured both Speedweapon​⁠‍ and the Elder‌ Dragon.

“A​ lot is going‍ to change from​‍‌ now on.”

Days⁠ passed little by⁠‌‍ little.

In‌​‌ a week, the​‍ construction entered its​‍⁠ final phase. I don’t know how⁠​‍ the information leaked,‍⁠‌ but beyond Construction‍​ H, foreign companies⁠ started showing up‍ in droves.

“We​​‌ want to contribute‍‌​ to building this‍‍ new educational institution.”‍​

That‍‌‌ was the public‍​ excuse, but really,‌​​ they just wanted‌ to block each‍ other.

What​ if Korea’s Construction‌‍ H successfully built⁠‌​ Joaquin’s graduate school,‍‍ and at lightning‍‌ speed?

The⁠ rest would be⁠⁠ kicked out of⁠ the market. Before‍‍ the well dried⁠⁠‍ up, they had‌​ to sneak at‍ least one letter‍‍​ into the list​‍ of collaborating companies​⁠‍ if they wanted⁠⁠​ to survive in‍‌ the industry.

It​⁠‍ was a sense⁠‌⁠ of crisis that​‌ pushed them.

“For​ Joaquin Academy, this​ competition is favorable.”‌

Ryozo‍ spoke while moving⁠ her fountain pen.‍

“In⁠⁠​ addition to shortening​⁠​ construction time, H’s‌‍‍ representative promised to‌‍‌ reduce material costs.‍ As expected, service‍⁠​ quality improves more‌ with competition than‌‌⁠ monopoly.”

I stood behind Ryozo‌ and massaged her​‌​ tense shoulders, channeling‌​ a microcurrent to⁠ stimulate her muscles.‌⁠

— How can you‍‍ use thunder magic‌‌‌ in such a dumb way?!

Lycan‍‍‌ magic was quite‍‌ useful.

“Who⁠⁠⁠ do you think‌‌ leaked the information?”‍

“Obviously.”​⁠

Ryozo‍​⁠ tilted her head‍ slightly.

The​⁠​ backlight cast her‌ face into two‌‌ halves.

“It⁠⁠​ was me.”

“I​ knew it was⁠‍‌ the director. Master‌ of intrigue.”

“Couldn’t‍​ you say I’m‍‍​ just clever, Geom-Ma?”‌‍⁠

The‍⁠⁠ sunlight brushed our‍ skin.

“The‌‌ opening ceremony is⁠​⁠ in three days.”​

“Yes.‍​⁠ And today the‍ interviews for applicants⁠⁠⁠ begin.”

“And‌​⁠ the interviewers?”

Abel,‍ Lee Wonbin, Choi‍ Seol-Ah, and others.‍‍‍

We’d‍‌ formed the panel‍⁠ with Joaquin’s core.‌⁠

“Especially‍ Secretary Kim (Choi⁠​ Seol-Ah) was excited.​ She said she’s‌ going to pay‍‌‍ back what they‍​ did to her…​⁠​ with interest.”

“That​ woman’s a villain,​‌‌ I swear.”

“She‌‌‍ really does seem‍‌ like one sometimes.”‍

Although‍​‌ in truth, she​⁠ is, Ryozo.

“And‌⁠​ you? Shouldn’t you‌​‌ be at the‌‍ interviews as the​ director?”

“No​‍ time. Between my​ regular work and‍​ this graduate school⁠ launch, I can’t​ get up from‌‍ my desk.”

I’ll‌‍ have to ask⁠‌ Valerion again.

As⁠​‍ I pretended to‌⁠ nod, Ryozo continued.⁠‌

“Did‍‍‍ you know they’re‌​​ going to implement​‌ the promotion system?”​‌

“Yes.​‌​ It’s the system‍ where outstanding students​‍‍ can enter the⁠‌⁠ graduate school without​​⁠ graduating first. You‍‌‍ mentioned it a few days ago,‌ though the criteria⁠‍‌ were vague.”

“Right,⁠ it was unclear.‌‌‍ But for three‌​ people, it’s very⁠ clear.”

“Three​​‍ people?”

The⁠⁠‍ ones who participated⁠​‍ in the inter-academy‍‌⁠ competition.

Joaquin‌ had promised to‌​‍ grant a wish‍⁠ to the winning⁠‍ students.

More​⁠ than a wish,​⁠‌ it was support‌‌ for their future‍‌ careers.

“All⁠ three expressed their‍ desire to enter‍ the graduate school.‌‌ Through promotion.”

“…All​‌ three?”

“I⁠⁠⁠ asked if they‌‍ coordinated. They said‌‍‍ no—before or after‌​‌ the match, they‍ hadn’t contacted each‍‌ other.”

Knowing‌ them, I believe‌⁠ it.

“…”‌‌‌

“Worried‍​‌ about your cousin,‌⁠​ Rina?”

“It’s‌‌ not that I’m‌⁠⁠ worried… just…”

Ryozo​⁠‍ placed her hand‍ over mine.

“Go.⁠​⁠ Your hands aren’t‌ meant to massage‌‍‍ my shoulders, but​ to build the‍ future of the‍‍‍ Academy.”

***‍‍

Meanwhile,⁠ in the interview⁠ room.

“Cadet‌ Ji Changhyuk.”

Choi​ Seol-Ah composed herself.⁠⁠

“Y-yes.”‌​

Ji‍⁠​ Changhyuk, who had⁠ competed in the​⁠⁠ inter-academy event as‍‍⁠ a second-year rep,​⁠‍ was now in‍​⁠ the interview.

He⁠ nervously sat in‍ front of the‌ panel.

“You‌⁠ applied for direct‍​ promotion to the‌‍⁠ Joaquin Academy graduate‍⁠ school, correct?”

“Yes,⁠ yes…”

“Why?”​​

“W-well…”⁠

Ji​‍ Changhyuk glanced at⁠ Abel and looked⁠⁠​ down, embarrassed. Then​​​ he confessed his‌‌ deepest feeling.

“…In​​‌ the competition, I was carried by‌ Her Highness and⁠ Chaerina. I was⁠ the second-year rep,⁠‌‍ but it was‍ shameful.”

“So⁠‍ I thought about​‍‌ it a lot.‍​ With my current‍ skills, even if​‍⁠ I joined a company like Lancelot,⁠‌ they’d just laugh.”⁠‌

“Hmm.‍‌‌ Go on.”

“In‌ that case, I preferred to use⁠​⁠ the promotion system​‌ to enter the‌ graduate program as​⁠ soon as possible‌ and learn more.”‍

“That⁠‍⁠ low self-esteem. That’s‍‍ exactly what we‌ want in a grad student. An‌ inflated ego is‌​‌ useless.”

“Th-thank​‍ you…”

Huh?​ Did I hear⁠ wrong?

“Cadet…‍​​ no, assistant Ji‍‍‍ Changhyuk.”

“Y-yes.”​‍

Ji​ Changhyuk lifted his‍ head, startled.

Choi⁠‍‍ Seol-Ah gently tugged‌⁠​ her gloves. Now‌​⁠ that I looked​⁠ closer, she also​​​ wore sharp sunglasses.‍‍

“Do‍ you know how⁠‌‍ to print?”

“Print…​⁠‍ like with a printer?”

“And‍‍‌ wash tea cups?”‍​

“P-pardon…?”‌‌

“Have‍⁠ you ever washed​ socks?”

“Excuse‍‌ me… Instructor…”

Ji‌ Changhyuk looked confused.​‍‌ But Choi Seol-Ah’s​ lips were completely⁠ serious.

“…Is‌​⁠ this some kind​⁠ of trap?”

“No.”‍‍​

Choi⁠‍ Seol-Ah firmly denied⁠‌⁠ it.

“This⁠‌​ is the proper​ mindset of a graduate student.”

“…”‍​

“Welcome.‍ You’re accepted, assistant⁠ Ji Changhyuk.”

For‍ the first time,​⁠‍ Choi Seol-Ah gave⁠​ a charming smile.‍‌⁠ Abel and Lee‍ Wonbin rubbed their‌⁠​ foreheads, exhausted.

Ji‍‌ Changhyuk felt a chill run down‍⁠ his spine. But​​⁠ it was too‌ late for regrets.​

The‍‍ dice of fate​ had already been‍ cast.

And‍​‍ they showed a one.

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