episode_0352

The position of Atra in the cradle is somewhat ambiguous.

Although he has the title of professor, he does not actually offer any proper lectures. He does not have a class dedicated to him, and he is not particularly researching any field.

It was a natural story. Art was a professor who came in as a special admission student education officer.

So, first of all, I am a professor. I have a research lab and I have staff that I meet and work with.

We’re not close. We’re just business friends who greet each other briefly when we run into each other.

It was the result of Atra’s unique heavy atmosphere and anti-social nature intertwined.

-Professor Atra, where have you been having a good time?

At some point, they all started talking similarly.

It was something I had heard before, after Lee Ha-yool and the priest had formed a relationship.

“Professor, did something good happen? Your face is pale.”

I heard it again this time.

It was a long time since I visited the lab after the vacation.

Art caressed the corners of his mouth as the words poured out one after another, as if riding on the words of one employee.

Artra touched the corner of her mouth and checked her face reflected in the mirror.

It definitely goes up in a curved line. It’s not hard and is rather loose…

“Something good happened, though… ”

“Ah! That’s right! See, I’m right. I told you that your face can’t get brighter like that with just cosmetics, right? ”

“No, my fantasy beauty salon…!”

Not only that, Atra’s impression was clearly different from before.

Compared to early last year, it’s like a world-changing change.

At that time, art was so brutal that if you made a mistake, your head would explode, but now it seems like it would end with just a single punch.

That’s why the employees I meet don’t talk to me in a friendly manner.

‘It’s a good thing…’

Atra turned his head slightly as he recalled the memories from a few hours ago.

In the center of the training ground, Lee Ha-yool was seen sitting on the floor with his eyes tightly closed.

After finishing a duel that mainly used magic, I was reviewing the records of the duel along with meditation.

“… … ”

It was not an exaggeration to say that her appearance was like a painting. No matter how hard I looked for her, I could not find any flaws. She was a child who was full of lovable qualities.

“Wow, honey is dripping from your eyes.”

A playful murmur came from below.

When Atra, who had suddenly come to his senses, lowered his head, he saw Era lying on the ground covered in dust.

“During the sacred training, aren’t your eyes too heavy? Huh? I think I’m going to die of diabetes.”

“What, don’t say weird things.”

“Wow, I’ve seen my teacher stutter in my entire life. The power of love is truly amazing─”

-Kung!

“─Gyaak!”

Daeraga screamed as she drew the afterimage and was hit by a honey chestnut. She even grabbed her head and rolled around on the floor.

The dust-covered Korakseonie Atra sighed as it covered itself like fried batter.

“I gave you a short break, so in the meantime… Instead of wasting time on idle thoughts, take care of your stamina.”

“Oh my… You’re the only one who’s being bullied…! The priest didn’t even hit me, but rather held me in his arms and comforted me!”

“Aga… No, uh… Harul, unlike you, doesn’t do anything to deserve it, so that’s why.”

Atra, who had been stuttering for a moment due to the issue of honorifics, shrugged his shoulders.

Era pouted her lips as she stroked his hair that was covered in honey.

“Master, I have a question.”

“Huh?”

“My unique ability. What do you think, Master?”

“Unique ability… I think the name you realized was Thunderbolt?”

Thunder.

As if to prove the legitimacy of its rather grand name, the most notable feature is its output.

“The output is too strong.”

But it’s too strong. Even if Atra collides with Baekya, it’s so intense that it can’t be suppressed by a simple test of strength.

It was difficult to suppress Baekya Docheonrye, who was proud of his superiority over Gyeophwa in terms of instantaneous power.

“Of course I’m doing the adjustments properly, but there seem to be a lot of gaps in the fine-tuning part.”

“Yes… I have no experience using it in human form. When I used it on a priest, it didn’t hit even once.”

“What the fuck? Who are you hitting on?”

“No no no! When I didn’t know! When I didn’t know who each other was! Aek!”

“Ah.”

There was a momentary misunderstanding. Era glared at Atra, who coughed awkwardly. Then she asked the real question.

“Jecheonroyo. Could it be a bloodline succession?”

“Bloodline succession?”

When Atra tilted his head at the sudden words, Daera added her explanation.

“I’m suddenly curious. Like Kyeophwa, Taesan, and Changhae. Since all three are attribute abilities, I wonder if it’s possible for the same attribute ability, Cheonryodo Bloodline Inheritance. ”

“Hmm… I guess it’s possible.”

The characteristics of bloodline succession are difficult to understand in advance.

The most famous bloodline inheritance trait is the unique ability of the three generations of the family. It is a fact that even they only realized after their descendants inherited the unique traits of their parents.

Even if it is not necessarily a bloodline inheritance, there are many cases where attribute abilities are passed down to descendants to a certain degree.

“Then, could it be that the unique ability of the master is also inherited through bloodline? If you have a child, the child will express the unique ability?”

“… That could be possible.”

Atra responded to Daera’s innocent question with a mysterious expression.

Child. When I think of that word, it brings a different feeling than before.

In the past, I didn’t think about it at all. It would be more correct to say that I didn’t think about it at all.

But now…

“… Anyway, did you think about the problem while resting?”

Inappropriate thoughts that should not be present during training clouded my mind.

As Atra shook his head and changed the conversation, Daerra, who was splashing water on her face, nodded.

“My interpersonal skills are so lacking. I still have some of what I learned in the past, but it’s more problematic because it’s mixed with my current habits.”

“Yes, right now your skills are focused on the Great Monster Battle.”

Daera’s skills are focused on the Great Monster War.

That’s why he survived in a world full of monsters. Even Atra knew that after hearing the story from Imidaera.

“That part can be sufficiently supplemented through training. Twisted habits can also be corrected through experience. ”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t forgotten everything I learned before, so I plan to slowly work on reviving it this semester.”

but…

Atra swallowed the gossip and crouched down next to Daera, glancing around.

The right arm that Daera had been examining without realizing it. To be exact, the empty right arm.

In fact, the most vulnerable point revealed in this match was the absence of the right arm.

Daera’s instinctive and transformative movements compensate for the absence of her right arm, but inevitably a hole is created.

Such absence also leads to weakness in interpersonal combat.

Since one limb is missing, there is a huge gap in technology. When you think about connections, the gap becomes even bigger.

‘What should I do about that…’

Of course, I would like to revive it.

But it’s already too late.

Artra secretly bit her lip and thought about Daera’s test results.

An inspection conducted after Daera returned and regained her status in the association.

Most bodily functions are normal.

I didn’t get sick, and thanks to strictly classifying and handling monsters and eating them as instructed, I didn’t get any abnormalities.

-It is believed that the regeneration of the right-handed person is impossible.

But there was nothing I could do about my right arm.

Losses incurred in the dungeon before falling into the back.

Several years have already passed.

The spiritual blueprint has been damaged long ago, and raising the regenerative power won’t make the missing arm grow back.

‘ha…’

Thinking about that part made me feel completely lost. It was even worse because no sharp plan came to mind.

Since the spiritual blueprint has been damaged, the known regeneration methods in the world cannot be applied.

In that case, you will eventually have to find a number, but it is virtually impossible to find a number that has the performance that a superhuman like Daera can use.

…

Artra, recalling the pure white water, glanced at Lee Harul.

Lee Ha-yool’s left arm. In the place where the number of proofs of guardianship had been, a beautiful and smooth new arm grew.

It’s time to raise a glass.

Everyone was putting their heads together to figure out how to get my number, and then it happened and my arm was regenerated.

So the prosthetic hand became useless. Then…

‘What a stupid idea…’

It’s such a stupid idea, even to think about it myself. It’s an artifact that the disciple obtained from Wenoji. Its grade is absolutely top-notch.

It is a greed that even a thief would not think of, to wish to hand over to someone else a treasure that is indispensable no matter where it is kept.

Artra, who was scolding herself, looked up at Daera and stroked her head.

My gaze met with the snow-white eyes that had been open for some time.

My body trembled at the gaze that looked straight at Atraman, without any regard for the world.

“Uh… Are you done with meditation?”

My words trembled slightly at the gaze that seemed to be peeking at my own foolish thoughts.

“… ?”

No answer came. Only then did Artra feel something was strange.

Lee Ha-yool’s face became bigger than before.

No, your cheeks are puffy.

The sight of it puffing up like a poisoned puffer fish is the best. Looking at it now, I can see that there is some dissatisfaction in its eyes.

Knock knock knock… The ends of the hanging wings are tapping the floor like a puppy’s tail.

At that moment, Atra’s heart sank.

“Why, so…?”

Words that come out more unsteadily than before.

Artra, who was trying to hide her sullen lips, held them back.

cute.

Is she trying to act cute on purpose? If that was her intention, it would be a huge effect. Artra was going through a huge mental conflict.

“… … .”

[… @#@… ]

Lee Ha-yul didn’t respond. The necklace was just letting out a strange sound that couldn’t be interpreted.

He just puffs out his cheeks and stares at Retra in discontent.

Artra, who had read the unspoken will, approached Lee Ha-yul, lifted him up from where he was sitting, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

Fortunately, he didn’t refuse to be held in his arms. Rather, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist as if he had been waiting for me.

Atra smiled softly at him and stroked Ha-ryul’s head.

“Why? Huh? Baby.”

But the answer is still a no-no.

As Daera said, even though he was constantly being teased, he remained silent and buried his face in his chest.

Is this your first time experiencing aegyo? Aira is lost in thought.

Of course, it was a thing of the past that wings would slowly wrap around the body…

“What is this? Why are you acting cute all of a sudden, priest?”

Eraga tilted her head as she was lying on the floor and handling the water bottle.

Even though we only spent a short time together, it’s already clear that Lee Ha-yool is a very mischievous person.

But this is the first time I’ve seen someone act like that while training.

Daera tilted her head and approached Lee Ha-yul and Atra.

-Slurp!

“Eng.”

As soon as it became a distance within arm’s reach, the winged clothes quickly rose up and blocked Idaera.

-Kkuuk…

On the contrary, strength was put into the arms wrapped around Atra’s back. The winged clothes wrapped around her body also stretched.

[This is my teacher]

“Yes?”

The necklace that had been silent for a moment opened. At the voice that was dripping with emotion, Daera’s eyes opened in bewilderment.

An imagination that comes to mind. It’s such a one-dimensional and nonsensical imagination, but…

“Priest, are you… jealous…?”

[Grrrr…]

A rather menacing cry was heard from the roughly clicking necklace.

But there was no real threat at all. Rather, it sounded like a definitive answer, which only increased the absurdity.

Daera, who had been doubting it, opened her mouth in shock.

“No, priest! Why are you jealous of something like this! He is both a priest and my teacher!”

[Thu]

“Huh? Huh!? Why did the priest suddenly become bad… No, wait, come closer… !”

[profit…]

As he approached with brisk strides, shouting, Era’s wings were pushed away.

Even though he tried to break through by twisting his body here and there,

The endlessly expanding wings completely blocked Daera’s attacks without covering any squares.

“Uh,uh… Kids? Calm down for now… ”

A rather comical sight.

But Artra, who was caught in the middle of it all, couldn’t just smile and looked embarrassed.

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