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Thierry Marie Joanna De Arc.

A blind saint.

Beatified before she even became a saint, she was one of the world’s most famous ‘talents’. Maybe he would be more famous than the superhumans called ‘heroes’.

Because the Christian God himself lifted up his hand and gave her a miracle.

Although Muslims who believe that Muhammad is the last prophet deny it, she was truly like Isaiah. At least her escort, Eunmiri, thought so.

“Is it delicious?”

“Huh. It’s worth eating.”

“Hehehe.”

That’s why I couldn’t carelessly make friends with Thierry.

Those who believe in religion will either follow Thierry or deny it. Either way, it was a serious threat to Thierry’s safety.

Eunmiri was even opposed to Thierry entering the academy. There was no way to know what kind of threat Thierry would be exposed to among the students.

Even though the Academy is the safest place on Earth from terrorism.

“Your smile is a bit silly.”

“What is penny?”

“fool.”

“I’m so smart, right? I got perfect grades!”

“Okay, okay.”

In that sense, this student named ‘Kim Do-han’… It was very unique.

Eunmiri remembered the outrageous remarks made by this student named Kim Dohan at the entrance ceremony. There was no way I could forget the words and actions of the madman, who openly shouted ‘cover your eyes’ to Thierry, who was wearing an eye patch.

At first, I suspected that he was doing it on purpose to get Thierry’s attention.

– “If the commander is mute, how do you give commands?”

– “Hey, is that a story about your Viet Cong experience?”

– “Shanks!”

He was just crazy.

He was a bad person who did not hesitate to hate the disabled, hate other races, and make various hate speeches.

On the contrary, he was also someone I could feel reassured about. At least he hates everyone equally. He did not seem like a person who would be swayed by factionalism or religious passion.

That’s why he left him alone even when Thierry approached him to help him.

– “Someone thinks he’s a Chinese guy from Europe, so he only knows about it….”

Of course, I quickly regretted it.

Still, Eunmiri did not block Thierry or forcibly cut off the conversation. How dare you do that?

– “Puh-huh, do you hate France?”

– “Is that precious? Hehehe.”

There was no way I could stop Thierry, who was smiling so brightly.

Therefore, although Eunmiri regretted it, she felt a little relieved.

“People who eat snails are good at baking bread.”

“Ah! I hate escargot too!

“Because it’s gross?”

“Snails are cute!”

“What?”

Of course, I am a little worried that it might reflect poorly on Thierry.

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“Is Su-ho here? I bought bread, so eat it.”

“Uh….”

Late evening. Kang Su-ho returned to the dormitory looking almost like a beggar.

There’s so much fatigue on its face that it looks like it’ll turn into a zombie if it gets bitten.

“Why does it look like that?”

“Don’t even talk about it, I’m really dying… I went to the museum and suddenly some robbers came in and started a rampage with guns.”

“Kuk, they were unlucky too. There must have been a lot of academy students there.”

“Right, well… Anyway, I don’t have the energy to eat anything, so I’ll just take a shower and go to sleep right away….”

“Huh? Don’t you eat bread?”

“You eat….”

I’m full because I already ate a lot.

However, I think it will get soggy to eat tomorrow. Should I just throw it away?

“This is what Thierry bought me. If you’re not going to eat it, just throw it away.”

“…Thierry?”

“uh.”

“That Thierry?”

“What is that Thierry?”

“The blind saint, Thierry Marie Joanna de Arc?”

Suho How on earth does that bastard memorize that long full name?

Even though I look at it every time I open the status window, I quickly forget about it. Is your memory better than you think?

“Maybe that’s the right name.”

“Thierry… why is he buying you bread?”

“Because you’re friends?”

Although it is a one-sided claim on their part, I have no intention of denying it if they continue to offer bread as a tribute to their friends.

Isn’t it traditionally the role of a friend to offer bread as a tribute?

“Dohan, you are friends with Thierry?”

“uh.”

“why?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“how?”

“This bastard has bread stuck in his brain.”

“Nonsense!”

Suho, who could not accept the fact that friends ‘just’ happen, started screaming and denying reality.

Well, if you admit that fact, you also have to admit that Suho is a jerk.

Surprisingly, even after a few weeks of entering the academy, Suho had me as his only friend. If I weren’t there, it means that Suho’s number of friends would be zero.

Zero. zero. ball. It was a frightening number.

Doesn’t this mean that one person is isolated like an island in a dense society? It was already something close to an anomaly or abnormal phenomenon.

Suho, who had become an anomalous object, began to raise his voice.

“How proud and noble Miss Thierry is!”

“Dodo…? Nobility…?”

“It’s usually hard to even talk to each other!”

“Am I living in a world where common sense is changed?”

It seems that Suho couldn’t accept reality and went crazy.

I couldn’t hide my sad feelings and patted Suho’s shoulder while shedding tears.

“Suho….”

“what.”

“Even a fantasy like that is mind-boggling.”

“Ugh!!!”

I threw a bag containing bread to Suho, who was convulsing.

If you put bread in your mouth, you’ll probably become a little quieter.

“So you’re not going to eat it?”

“I’m going to eat it!”

Suho took a croissant out of the bag and took a bite.

Then, after mumbling, he swallowed it and suddenly muttered.

“It’s delicious….”

“right?”

The bread was really delicious.

Next time I see Thierry, I’ll tell him to buy more.

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As I was working hard at the training ground, a Chinese guy happened to be leaving the training ground.

I waved my hand vigorously and called the Chinese man to me.

“Hey! Shanks!”

Then Mingmei, who trembled and looked back, sighed and approached.

I tried to extend my hand for a handshake like usual, but I thought I was still getting closer, so I put my arm around his shoulder instead.

Mingmei, who had an arm draped over her shoulder, cowered slightly and muttered.

“…Isn’t the distance too close?”

“Hey, this is normal between friends.”

“Is that so?”

“Don’t you have any friends?”

“…Chinese people tend to be friendly with each other.”

“Is Chinese your friend?”

“….”

Mingmei looked at me like she was looking at a crazy person. The expression with the mouth slightly open, as if in bewilderment, is exquisite.

Mingmei was licking her lips as if trying to say something, but in the end she couldn’t continue her words and just sighed.

“If you sigh a lot, you will be blessed.”

“…If you hate Chinese people, why are you approaching Ah?”

“huh?”

“For someone who hates China, they really… I don’t know if this expression is correct in Korean, but it feels like they are being friendly.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“I hope you understand if my Korean isn’t good. Just, um, no. Forget it. You asked a strange question.”

I don’t know why the kid is so scared.

If you’re a Chinese guy, it would be okay to confidently assert yourself like a Chinese person. I gave him a firm pat on the back with his palm to encourage me to cheer up.

“Evil?! W-what—.”

“You shook hands and made up with each other last time and decided to become friends, right? So that means you’re friends. There’s a saying that kids usually become friends by fighting. In other words, once they fight, they can become friends.”

“…is that right?”

“Is that correct?”

“….”

“A fight is a fight and being friends is being friends. What kind of bullshit is that?”

Ah, but is this assault on a disabled person?

What do you think? I patted my back again to encourage me to cheer up. Mingmei’s screams erupted again along with a cheerful clap sound.

“Ugh! Stop it!”

“okay.”

“uh?”

“What am I doing? I tell you to stop but you keep hitting me? I don’t do things that I don’t like about my friends.”

“friend…?”

“Yes, Shondi.”

“Xiōng dì(兄弟)….”

Mingmei muttered the word “Shongdi” in a daze. Maybe it’s because he’s a Chinese guy, but being friends with someone seems unfamiliar to him.

I made friends with European Chinese, but I can also be friends with the original Chinese.

Of course, I have no intention of trusting a Chinese man who tricks even my family. It’s just a matter of being the one who gets stabbed before being hit.

Isn’t that what being a friend is all about?

“…I thought you, Kim Do-han, were trying to bully Ah. But—”

“Is that correct?”

“what?”

“Chinese should be beat up.”

“…Didn’t you say it was Shondi just a moment ago?”

“A Chondi is a Chondi and a Chinese is a Chinese.”

He’s making strange noises.

“Shanks… no, May.”

“….”

“China is a country as big as a mountain peak, right? China is where the Chinese live. China is the middle land, right?”

“Yes.”

“And I’m Stingray Bangtz (Goryeo club guy).”

“….”

“The role of a stick is to hit people. Isn’t that the right kind of friendship?”

“That’s… right?”

Raising the wooden training baton in front of Mingmei’s eyes, I smiled and answered energetically.

“yes!”

“…Completely crazy.”

You’re crazy. It’s too much.

Treating people like crazy.

But Mingmei’s words did not end there. Rather, they declared with one voice, even with determination.

“However, it is also the duty of Chinese people to educate and guide crazy people in the right direction. Since ancient times, Chinese people have been the teachers and parents of all nations.”

“…what?”

“As your Xiōng dì (brother), I will lead you.”

“What?”

I guess I underestimated Junghwa’s pride a little.