episode_0015

In ‘Harry Potter’, which can be said to be the foundation of academic drama, there is a newspaper called the Daily Prophet.

I don’t remember the details, but I remember it was the yellow press that monopolized most of the wizarding world’s market share. It is a fearsome newspaper that does not hesitate to resort to slander and lies in order to sell newspapers.

I have no intention of turning the student newspaper into such a yellow press, but out of respect for Mrs.

[Words of Dr. Cassano, the prophet of love]

[A place where old and new and special items are displayed. You might encounter a special connection in a place where a square bridge divides the sky and a river flows next to it. Let’s use the limited time on Saturday meaningfully! The person you normally think of as bad may be a better person than you think. The lucky items are a shield and a handkerchief!]

“What kind of bullshit is this?”

Suho doesn’t seem to like the ‘Prophet of Love Dr. Cassano’ corner I created very much.

Anyway, he is an emotionless guy. In the first place, such basic fortune-telling is the perfect way to capture the hearts of MZ students.

“Suho.”

“what.”

“You’re not popular with women, are you?”

“This fucking thing is getting into a fight all of a sudden.”

I put my arm around Suho’s shoulder, who was about to throw a fit because he couldn’t admit the facts, and whispered softly.

“Suho, think about it carefully. Who would like this type of fortune telling?”

“Do I understand?”

“They’re girls.”

“So what?”

“Don’t you get the feeling when you look at that phrase? It’s clearly explaining the Seoul Central Museum.”

Suho frowned as if he didn’t understand even if I told him this far. You foolish bastard.

“Girls who are interested in that kind of thing will flock to the museum on Saturday. If you, a shield soldier, go to the museum holding a shield? Wouldn’t you be popular right away?”

“…oh.”

“Yeomisae chick.”

“No, that’s what you said, you idiot!”

Even as she screams, the corners of her mouth rise almost to her ears, showing that she is having disturbing thoughts.

Anyway, Suho, I like this guy because he’s easy to deal with.

I pointed to a phrase with my finger and continued to hit the pill.

[The person you normally think of as bad may be a better person than you think.]

“Isn’t this sentence written to help you clear up any misunderstandings? Isn’t this enough to criticize me for providing the magic stone?”

“Kim Do-han… you were actually a good guy! I think I misunderstood you!”

“What does it mean to be a good friend?”

“But isn’t this a scam?”

“The whole fortune-telling thing is a scam.”

“but.”

A scam is a scam, but it’s all a scam for protection.

That day [Attack! An event called [Seoul Central Museum robbery incident!] is scheduled to occur. If you are active in that incident, all bad rumors will be erased and you will be able to make news as a student hero.

So cheer up, Suho. Be sure to bring a shield.

“If everything goes well, Do-han, will you provide counseling for the love manipulation team?”

“I saw Fay.”

“Oh, what if I become so popular that I get confessed to by many people?”

I enthusiastically cheered on Suho, who was deluded and delusional.

Well, even if you don’t become a popular person, you can still become a hero. You never know.

Some girls who were ‘rescued’ by Suho might fall in love with him after that, right?

“Ah, what should I wear to the museum?”

“clothes.”

“Should I stop by the hair salon before going to the museum?”

“I think my hair will sting all day.”

Fuss Evande.

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Saturday finally arrived.

Since I had dealt with the annoying episodes with Suho in advance, I didn’t mind taking the weekend off.

Or a rhythm game at the training ground… Besides, it’s also good to practice spearmanship.

I roughly had a plan like that.

[Thierry Marie Joanna De Arc]

“Hello!”

“…uh.”

Until I got caught by a blind man.

As I was leaving the dormitory to eat breakfast in the student cafeteria, I was suddenly caught by Saint Lee Sin’s assistant. I guess the assistant wasn’t an ordinary person either, as he lifted me up with superhuman grip strength and placed me down in front of Lee Shin.

I thought I was being kidnapped by a crazy bitch.

“Would you like to eat together?”

“Did you bring someone here to suggest that…?”

“Hehehe. I couldn’t see it, so I asked my sister in advance!”

The assistant bowed his head and apologized.

“I apologize for my rudeness.”

“You can do that, ma’am.”

“Ajum—”

“What is a lady?”

“Madame.”

“Ah! Madame! Madam Miri?”

“….”

Thierry’s two-faced attack made the woman glare at me as if she was almost trying to kill me.

I just ignored it and continued my conversation with the blind man.

“So why do you want to eat with me?”

“Because we’re friends! It’s normal to eat together with friends at the Academy!”

“Am I your friend?”

“yes!”

Since when was I friends with you, you crazy bitch?

Do you really think we became friends just because we talked a little bit last time?

“I don’t interact with people with disabilities.”

“What is sangjong? In French?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t you know? Molaire?”

“I don’t know.”

There was a bit of a bug in communication for a while, but we worked through it all and eventually decided to eat together.

“That’s really fucking true.”

“Hehehe.”

To be exact, I gave up because I thought I would get cancer.

I think it would be much more productive to just eat breakfast together and call it a day.

“Assembly lady, is this her personality?”

“….”

“Sister, assistant.”

“Lady Thierry is a little more pure than others. Please treat her well.”

“At the point where I care about titles, I heard it’s ‘Ajumma’….”

“….”

The place I arrived after walking with the two people was not the academy’s student cafeteria.

“What the fuck?”

It was a black Starex.

Thierry, who boarded the Starex with the help of an assistant, urged me on by tapping the seat next to me with his hand.

“Get next to here!”

“Where are you going?”

“Restaurant!”

“Someone eats breakfast at a restaurant, you crazy bitch!”

“Get on board quickly!”

“Damn….”

I thought for a moment about running away like this, but the assistant standing next to me was preparing to catch me, so I ended up just getting into the Starex.

The Starex door closed, and Thierry smiled brightly and chattered.

“This is my first time having breakfast with that friend!”

“This is my first time being kidnapped in the morning.”

No, this is my first time being kidnapped.

Thierry talked brightly, paying no heed to my reaction.

“Other friends from the academy? I was jealous of them eating together!”

“Do you have any other friends?”

“Nothing!”

You say so innocently that you don’t have any friends.

Well, since he was blind and wore an eyepatch, it must have been difficult for him to deal with other kids. The value of being called a saint and all must have been burdensome.

“Still, she looks pretty on the outside, so I think a lot of kids wanted to become friends with her.”

“Is it pretty?”

“It’s pretty.”

“Am I pretty?”

“What does it look like?”

It’s a bit unfortunate that the eyepatch covering his eyes is covered, but other than that, he looks better than I thought.

Her silver hair, which is almost white, shines like veneered metal, and her small body looks even smaller because it is covered in abundant curly hair. The skin was pure white, but it looked vibrant compared to the hair, and the overall appearance gave the impression of a well-made doll.

If it were a doll, the eyepatch would give the impression that it was made by someone with bad taste.

“Hehehe. Thank you!”

“So why don’t you have any friends?”

“I don’t know….”

okay. If you knew why you don’t have friends, you wouldn’t have any friends.

It was a little sad to see him become sullen and cower with his fists on his knees.

“Poor bastard.”

“Are you pitiful?”

“uh.”

“Hehe.”

“It’s not a compliment to be pitiful.”

“The Cardinal said so. Misericordia… Loving and feeling pity for one’s neighbors is the beginning of salvation. Do-han is a good person!”

“I guess I’m kind of nice.”

There are no eyes, but there are eyes to see.

“So when does the restaurant arrive?”

“We’re all there now!”

When the Starex stopped and the assistant opened the Starex door, what I saw was not the ‘restaurant’ I had imagined.

No, it wasn’t even a restaurant to begin with.

“This is a bakery, not a restaurant, right?”

“You can eat here!”

Entering the bakery, there was clearly a separate dining area from the bread selection area.

The menu listed simple foods such as salad, pasta, and pizza. There wasn’t that much on the menu.

“I know you can eat a meal, but… why do you have to eat at a bakery?”

“The bread here is really delicious!”

The assistant said something at the checkout counter, and soon the meal was ready.

There were simple dishes like yogurt, salad, pasta, and croissants taken from the shelf.

“I brought a croissant just in case someone wasn’t French.”

“Do you hate croissants?”

“Croissants are delicious.”

The croissant itself was one of the breads that many people liked even in Korea.

At one time, a snack called Crople, made by pressing croissant dough using a waffle maker, was popular.

So, without thinking much, I picked one up and ate it, but I was surprised that it was much crispier and tastier than I expected.

“This is delicious….”

“Yes?”

What I’ve eaten so far wasn’t a croissant, but a lump of dough.

It was a croissant so delicious that it made me think that way.

Indeed, it is a taste that would make French people rush to visit in the morning. I thought as I took another croissant and ate it.

‘I should pack a few and let Suho taste them.’

Because he was originally Thierry Stoker.

If I told you it was Thierry’s favorite bread, he would really like it, right?