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There is a tree growing in the corner of the old training ground.

I don’t know the exact species, but it was a healthy tree with firmly rooted roots and quite vibrant green leaves.

The leaves were quite abundant and there was plenty of shade. On days when the sun was strong, it was good to take refuge underneath it.

Moreover, since it was wide open on all sides, a cool breeze blew through, making it perfect for cooling down one’s heated body.

After major lectures were over, it was a place where you could feel quite comfortable if you dragged your exhausted body and plopped down in the shade.

Currently, Professor Atra was leaning against that tree.

And, I was comfortably held in her arms.

‘?’

I didn’t quite understand. When I came to my senses, I found myself being held in Professor Atra’s arms.

I pursed my lips in a daze, then examined Professor Atra’s appearance with the power of observation.

She sat me down on her thighs, facing me, as if I were something very precious.

In that state, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in. Because of the large size difference, their faces were naturally buried in their chests.

It was a very embarrassing position, but Professor Atra didn’t care at all and just patted my head.

While enjoying the caress, I thought about the situation just now.

I already knew there was something strange about Professor Atra today.

From the moment I arrived at the old training hall, my expression wasn’t very good.

Of course, it was difficult to tell because he always had a blunt and cool expression, but the expression he gave was so blatant that I couldn’t help but notice.

Also, even though I didn’t necessarily feel any signs, I could tell by their facial expressions, perhaps because I had spent a lot of time with them.

After that, I checked my physical condition and it was not good, and as I entered sparring, I felt uncomfortable somewhere.

I was worried and asked, but Professor Atra only vaguely responded that it was okay.

Since we were in the middle of sparring, I was planning to ask a proper question after today’s lecture.

With that in mind, I proceeded with the sparring.

Professor Atra, who suddenly stopped sparring, picked me up and lifted me up. Then he sat down in the shade of the tree and hugged me even more.

‘Why are you like this?’

The question was not resolved. I knew something was strange today, but I don’t know why it was like this.

While I was thinking that, Professor Atra let out a shaky breath and pressed my head.

Her head went down and was buried deep in her voluptuous chest.

The feel of soft skin touched my face, and the warm body temperature beyond the thin shirt was transmitted and warmed my face.

Even then, breathing was relatively easy. Professor Atra was adjusting her posture so that she would not suffocate even as she was being hugged tightly.

‘…Ugh’

It was a shameful attitude.

The feeling of our stomachs rubbing against each other was embarrassing, and the softness pressing our faces made our faces flush.

and…

[happy]

[Comfortable]

[Sense of stability]

It was a very cozy and comfortable position.

Beyond my face getting hot, I felt a sense of security that was hard to explain.

It was also a familiar posture.

Almost three weeks ago until a few days ago. I lived with Professor Atra in the healing room.

During the process, I was mentally unstable and instinctively craved human touch and warmth, and the person who satisfied that was Professor Atra.

I was in her arms almost 24 hours a day.

My face was always buried in my chest, and my head was always being stroked.

When phantom pain came periodically from my missing left arm and my breathing became disturbed, a warm hand patted my back.

It was like that almost every day. Professor Atra hugged me without any sign of annoyance.

This attitude, which has now been buried tightly in my arms, is largely due to ‘familiarity’ rather than ’embarrassment’.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t feel ashamed. Even now that my mind has recovered, I still feel ashamed.

Also, a situation is a situation. His condition seemed strange, and he suddenly hugged me during sparring.

I tried to get away. I tried to make a gesture to ask Professor Atra to release me by tapping him, and I tried to express my voice asking him to let me go with the confession necklace.

– Pat pat…

…I couldn’t put it into action.

This was because, before my personal desire to continue being held in his arms, Professor Atra’s eyes looking down at me felt very sad.

It was a feeling that did not match my usual cool impression at all.

So I was quietly held in his arms, even if only for a moment.

But that too is now limited.

[I’m sleepy]

[good]

[happy]

A soft texture that wraps around the whole body and a unique human warmth. My consciousness gradually faded as I felt hands patting and caressing my back and head.

I’m already feeling really sleepy, but with Professor Atra hugging me, I feel like I’ll fall asleep at any moment.

Of course, out of desire, I want to bury my face in Professor Atra’s arms and fall asleep soundly, but I think I need to know the reason for that sad feeling first.

I patted Professor Atra on the back with one hand.

[Please let go]

[Keep hugging me]

[no]

“…Are you asking me to hug you or to let you go?”

Professor Atra was taken aback by the contradictory voice, but relaxed the pressure on his back and head slightly as if he had no choice in response to the continued demands.

I pulled my face out of my chest.

– Huh…

[cold]

As the cool air hit my face, my body automatically started to shiver.

I raised my head, barely suppressing the desire to bury my face in the warm embrace again.

Even though his eyes were not visible, it was a gesture showing that he was concentrating on the conversation.

And I was conscious of the confession necklace. Fortunately, the confession necklace worked properly without any errors. Even fairly long sentences worked easily.

[Did anything happen over the weekend?]

“No, the matter was resolved easily.”

[Then why did you do that just now?]

just now. I also knew what Professor Atra was referring to.

He seemed anxious and hesitant throughout the sparring, but in the end he hugged me.

A look of concern flashed across Professor Atra’s face.

Ugh… the hand wrapped around my waist gained strength.

It looked like they were being hugged tightly like before, but they didn’t urge Professor Atra any further.

Because I felt agony and complexity flowing through her eyes.

“Once upon a time… no, a few years ago at most, I had a disciple.”

It was after some time that the tightly closed mouth opened.

“At the time, I was… immature in many ways. Compared to now, I had less power, it was my first time teaching, and I had no qualifications.”

Professor Atra had a student. It was my first time hearing this, but I listened quietly as the explanation continued.

“I was bad at teaching. He was not able to properly point out the student’s shortcomings, and what he did was poor at filling them in. I couldn’t make up my mind about that topic, so I taught it in poor English.”

I covered my mouth at those words.

This is because it did not make sense considering the current Professor Atra.

Throughout the lecture, Professor Atra accurately pointed out what I was lacking and gave me a path on how to make up for it and overcome it.

Did you teach clumsily because you couldn’t make up your mind? That’s why I learned by being beaten throughout sparring.

I felt that question.

“After some time, the disciple entered a dungeon and died after being caught in a runaway storm.”

I understood the following explanation. The next story was something that could be inferred without having to hear it.

“It was only a rush of level 4 dungeons. Although it was not enough to solve the situation, it was not enough to die in vain.”

It is said that he had a disciple.

Not now.

“But he died. It disappeared like a lie, leaving only one arm that had been horribly torn off. I dug through the wreckage and looked for traces… but nothing came out.”

Wow… my arms gained strength. Their bodies were closer than before, and their faces were buried in their chests. I shook my head and raised my head.

“Of course… I regretted it.”

Gloomy. And the eyes filled with pain and regret were staring down at me.

It was as if he was looking at me, but also as if he was looking at something that wasn’t there right now.

“I should have arrived sooner. I shouldn’t have been late. If I had arrived on time, I wouldn’t have died so needlessly. I should have taught him properly so he wouldn’t die like that.”

if.

I wish I had arrived sooner.

Even if I didn’t have the skills at the time to break down the outer wall, I wish I had helped in some way.

If only I had taught it better.

I didn’t know if I would have survived. If I had given him proper guidance when he was wasting time by being foolish, it might not have ended like that.

“…Regrets are long overdue. Because I was already dead and couldn’t turn back.”

Professor Atra’s eyes sank. Her gaze changed. Now only me is in his eyes.

“So, I asked you to undergo particularly difficult training.”

A feeling of guilt was added to the eyes.

“They forced me to do unreasonable training due to personal reasons, and they arbitrarily treated me coldly, saying they did not want to feel any more loss.”

And then I got caught up in the dungeon storm.

It was the same case as my previous student.

It was only then that I realized why Atra was overreacting like this.

Because a situation similar to the wounds of the past that cannot be washed away has struck me.

“…I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”

The arm around my waist trembled as if I was going to disappear at any moment.

Professor Atra’s explanation was cut here and there and had many parts omitted.

But I was able to roughly understand it.

I was lost in thought for a moment.

What should I answer? How should I answer?

After thinking for a while, I came up with a small answer.

I was conscious of the confession necklace. I was careful not to make any noise.

[The training was very difficult]

Professor Atra’s body trembled at the introduction I spat out.

[It hurt to get hit with a wooden sword from the first day, and it hurt to keep getting hit after that]

flinch – Professor Atra’s body continued to shake.

[More than that, I was disappointed that after the lecture, he handed me a bottle of water and left without saying anything. Also, I was even more disappointed when he just passed away without giving me water.]

“ugh…”

[I knew he was a good person, but it was still sad that he always treated me coldly.]

“ugh…“

Professor Atra let out a painful groan every time his voice broke, as if a knife had been stabbed in his chest.

I paused the voice for a moment. I organized a couple of sentences to spit out in my mind.

What I really wanted to say started now.

When I think about it, it was something I should have said a long time ago.

[if]

Professor Atra’s face was filled with tension. His face was full of regret and fear of what kind of karma would come his way.

[If it weren’t for your teachings, I would definitely have died]

That face changed completely at the sound of the voice that followed.

Professor Atra’s eyes opened blankly. His trembling eyes stared at me in his arms.

It seemed like he never expected to hear something like this just now.

[Even if I hadn’t taken action to save the person, I would have died if it weren’t for what the professor taught me]

[I wouldn’t have been able to save other people]

[And, I wouldn’t have been able to be held like I am now]

Even if it wasn’t for the incident in Sifnaha, these are words that should have been conveyed long ago.

[I was able to survive thanks to the professor]

[thank you]

Of course I should have said thank you, but it was a little late.

When I conveyed the atmosphere like this, I felt embarrassed for no reason. Professor Atra’s delighted expression also amplified the tickling sentiment.

To hide my red face, I buried my face in Professor Atra’s arms.

…Even if I did this, I could see my heated ears and not cover them all.

He manipulated the wings of the sky and carefully covered his ears, and the arm around his waist was pulled hard.

– Ugh?

I was out of breath. It was different from the previous touch, which was careful not to interfere with breathing.

As if he couldn’t control his overwhelming emotions, Professor Atra held me in his arms with all his strength.

Her face was buried deep inside her voluptuous chest.

.

.

“I am an ugly person.”

After a while. Professor Atra said, barely able to control his emotions.

I, who was on the verge of difficulty breathing, took a deep breath and tilted my head.

Professor Atra slightly turned his face at my slightly disgruntled expression, asking if I still had something to say.

“I have so many shortcomings that it doesn’t fit the term ‘good man’. There is no special qualification or meaning in teaching someone.”

The roughness in my expression grew.

Professor Atra looked at me and continued speaking.

“I am such a poor person… but I still want to teach what I have as much as I can.”

This time my expression changed.

Professor Atra asked, patting my head with an uncharacteristically anxious expression.

“Would you consider me… a teacher?”

I thought about it for a moment.

And he had a smile on his face.

[yes]

[Master]

.

.

.

[I feel sleepy]

[Please pat me]

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[Player Correction System: Favorability]

Lee Ha-yul → Atra Clyde

●●●●●●●●○○(79▷80/100)

｢Master｣ ｢Expectation｣ ｢Security｣ ｢Craving for affection｣

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●●●●●●●●○○(80▷81/100)

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●●●●●●●●○○(81▷82/100)

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[The requirements for ‘Curse of Silence’ were not satisfied]

[The requirements for “Curse of Solitude” were not met]

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[Player Correction System: Measurement]

▶Mental state

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｢Fatigue｣: Feeling tired and tired mentally or physically.

｢Silly Man｣: The desire to be liked or to please

｢fullness｣: full and full

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