I Became the Academy’s Female Delinquent Chapter 61. What Must Be Accepted (5)

Dawn. Doyun was lying still in bed, staring at the ceiling without purpose.

He had woken up far too early, but there was no sign of him falling back asleep. And…

Doyun turned his head and looked at the signal device placed on the table beside his bed.

A round Bulb emitting a red light.

Inside it, a symbol representing Elsie was floating.

‘I’m too worried to sleep.’

Thrud, and even Elsie, had refused his help, saying this wasn’t his business, but he couldn’t help but worry.

How could he remain indifferent when she was sending a distress signal at this hour?

‘But it seems like this isn’t something I should interfere with.’

It was an intuition close to instinct.

After a moment, Doyun blushed slightly as Elsie’s face, which had been so close the day before, came to mind, and he tossed and turned.

He knew he looked pathetic, but when he thought of Elsie, his heart wouldn’t listen to him, making it hard to suppress his impulses.

Restlessly tossing and turning, he lay face down on the bed.

The bed he had given her back when he mistook Elsie’s Oppa for a monster.

The thought of Elsie, so defenseless back then, having slept here made his ears turn red.

It was a long time ago.

There wouldn’t be any trace of Elsie left, but he took a deep breath for no reason.

Then, letting out a long sigh, he jumped up and went downstairs to the first floor.

“I need… I need a sword…”

It was a bit too early, but he intended to dispel his distracting thoughts by swinging his sword as usual.

As long as he could swing his sword, there would be no problem. As long as he could swing his sword.

“Balmung, Gram… Damn it, Notung!”

Swish-!

Doyun, having summoned the Three Blades, the treasured swords inherited from his father’s generation, collapsed onto the floor.

It was partly because he had exhausted a large amount of energy by pointlessly summoning them in succession, even summoning the ultimate armament Notung, but mostly because he was still worried about Elsie and his mind was a mess.

“Elsie…”

There was no need to be impatient. Once it was fully light and he went to the academy, he would be able to see her again.

What a ridiculous sight he must be, crawling out to the backyard in his pajamas.

Doyun ruffled his black hair and picked up Notung, approaching the wooden post set up for training.

There were many reasons why he cared about Elsie, but one of them was her outstanding skill.

The beautiful image of Elsie wielding the fearsome Gungnir was still vivid in his mind.

An undeniable strength that made him consider her a worthy rival in a corner of his heart.

He recalled Elsie fighting with apparent enjoyment.

Her excellent proportions and appearance had the power to make viewers feel that combat was an art.

Her long legs and captivating, voluminous curves were very—

_Thud!_

Doyun, whose thoughts had wandered down a strange path again, slammed his head into the wooden post in front of him.

Wood fragments fell from the post, which now had a dent from his head.

“And I call her a rival in this state… How laughable.”

If he were to face her in the martial arts competition someday, would he be able to fight properly with this mindset?

The intense emotion in his heart was definitely different from what a swordsman would feel towards a rival.

Slash!

Doyun swung Notung out of frustration and sighed.

The transcendent cutting power of Notung.

It cleanly split the wooden post in half and didn’t stop there, slicing through the ground like butter.

Even so, Doyun looked down at Notung with dissatisfaction and sighed again.

The sword wasn’t the problem. It was just…

“…I can’t get her out of my head.”

There was plenty of time until dawn.

Doyun looked up at the sky for a moment and then brought the other two swords, starting the Three Blades training.

It was a day when the last starlight of dawn, before the sun rose, was particularly bright.

*

Unusually early considering his usual arrival time, Doyun walked blankly across the training grounds, having arrived at the academy alone.

There weren’t many students.

Except for the white-haired Jötunn student approaching him, most of them…

‘Is he coming to me…?’

Doyun’s eyes widened as he stared at the large, white-haired figure striding straight towards him.

Even considering that most Jötunn students stood out because of their size, he looked familiar.

“You’re the one who caused a ruckus in the cafeteria before…”

“…A ruckus? I was just too bound by the laws of Jötunheim back then.”

The white-haired Jötunn student who had caused the academy to be half-destroyed on Elsie’s first day. Doyun looked up at him, a question forming on his face.

“What brings you here? Don’t tell me you’re holding a grudge from back then…”

The light disappeared from Doyun’s eyes.

Elsie already seemed to be in poor condition, and it would be distressing if she got caught up in something troublesome.

He didn’t want to see her struggling with unnecessary things.

“A grudge? You make a funny joke, Midgardian swordsman. A Hrimthursar warrior like myself would never hold a grudge over a past duel!”

“Midgardian swordsman? That’s a bit much…”

Thinking he was a difficult type to deal with, Doyun asked him again what he wanted.

“Before that, it would be impolite not to exchange names between men. I am Truth Hectival!”

“…I’m Han Doyun. So, what is it?”

Truth scratched his white hair and looked around Doyun.

It was as if he was looking for someone.

“Are you alone today? Where are the girls you’re always with?”

“I’m alone today. Besides, they usually don’t come to school this early.”

“That’s a shame. Her name was… Elsie, wasn’t it? I had some business with that little warrior.”

Doyun flinched at Truth’s mention of Elsie and replied curtly.

“Wh, why are you looking for Elsie?!”

“Hmm. Do I need a reason to meet the woman who defeated me? It’s only natural that—”

“Elsie! Isn’t feeling well. I won’t forgive you if you bother her for no reason.”

Truth, sensing Doyun’s anxiety from his somewhat sharp tone, waved his hand dismissively.

“Relax. I have no intention of bothering someone who is sick. You’re very devoted… I’ll quietly step back.”

Truth shrugged and turned around.

He glanced back at Doyun and muttered.

“Still, it’s strange that a warrior strong enough to defeat me doesn’t seem so weak as to be suffering from a minor illness.”

“Everyone gets sick at some point in their lives.”

Doyun replied casually, annoyed by Truth’s persistence.

“Hmm…”

“Truth-! You’re here early today too?!”

Truth, lost in thought, was about to leave Doyun behind when—

A large orange mass flew towards Truth.

Wham-!

“Ugh! S, Sverdí! What are you doing!”

It was Sverdí, the fire Jötunn girl who had faced Elsie in the previous class battle.

The absurd image of her rolling on the floor with Elsie while engulfed in flames was still vivid in his mind.

Doyun watched Truth struggling with Sverdí with a lukewarm gaze.

It was quite refreshing to see him, a towering figure easily over 2 meters tall, struggling with a girl who barely reached his chest.

Considering that Sverdí’s height was also close to 2 meters, it was definitely a novel sight.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sverdí. Don’t ask while you’re hanging on me.”

Thump!

Sverdí, who had been hanging on Truth’s neck, glanced at Doyun and then came down.

“Here.”

“I had some business, but it’s gone now. I heard that the girl who’s always with that swordsman Han Doyun doesn’t come to school at this hour.”

“A gi, girl?! Who is it! Who is it! Why do you have business with her?!”

Sverdí shouted, visibly flustered by Truth’s words.

She looked around and then stomped towards Doyun.

“Wh, who is it…?”

“Uh…”

What would her reaction be if she knew it was someone she already knew? Doyun hesitated for a moment.

“Stop it, Sverdí. It’s rude. You need to be aware of your size…”

“Wh, who are you calling big!”

“Think about how big your fussiness looks to the Midgardian humans.”

“D, don’t act like you have any common sense! You cafeteria destroyer!”

“That was at the beginning of the semester! When I was still bound by the common sense of Jötunheim!”

“I don’t care?! More importantly, tell me why you’re trying to meet a girl!”

“Damn it! Does it matter who I meet? I’m just trying to meet the woman who defeated me! Do I need a reason for that!?”

“Wh, what-?!”

The girl who defeated Truth.

There were few who didn’t know the protagonist who had half-destroyed the academy.

Sverdí’s eyes widened as she recalled the silver-haired girl she had rolled on the floor with.

“Wh, wh… Why are you meeting that cute girl!!!”

“I’m just trying to challenge her again as a warrior! Besides, I don’t even plan to see her today since she’s sick!”

Sverdí’s expression visibly brightened at Truth’s shout, but she tilted her head at the following words.

“Si, sick? That girl?”

“So I heard… For a warrior of that caliber… It’s hard for me to believe…”

Was it wrong for a warrior to be sick? Doyun shook his head at Truth’s absurd thought.

‘There’s no need to listen to this.’

What a commotion this was as soon as he arrived at the academy.

Doyun decided to go his own way, leaving the two arguing Jötunns behind.

“No, maybe… My older sister also acts like she’s never been sick in her life, but she’s almost always ailing every month… Sverdí, are you like that too…?”

“Wh, what did you say…?”

Sverdí frowned and tilted her head at Truth’s sudden question.

“My older sister said. That it was a common enemy of women. Come to think of it, you also sometimes show a weak side—”

Smack-!!!

“Guh!”

Before Truth could finish speaking, Sverdí’s fiery fist flew into his face.

Her face flushed red, she climbed on top of the fallen Truth and began to rain down blows.

“What are you so confidently asking a lady, you crazy bastard!!!”

Doyun, who had been listening to their conversation as he left, stopped abruptly for a moment.

“….”

He shook his head wildly, thinking he had heard nonsense, and ran to the classroom.

How much time had passed?

Starting with Doyun, who was sitting blankly alone in the classroom, students began to arrive one by one.

He was anxiously waiting for Elsie and Thrud.

Creak-

The classroom door opened, and Thrud appeared with a solemn expression, unlike usual.

She waved lightly to the students in the class, as befitting a class president, and behind her, a small figure began to appear.

‘Elsie?’

Doyun, who had awkwardly lifted himself up as if about to stand, made eye contact with the approaching Thrud.

Her golden eyes were more serious than usual.

Behind Thrud, Elsie timidly revealed herself…

With a pale face and a look of utter despair, wrapped in a blanket around her stomach.

In that instant, Doyun’s face flushed as the conversation between Truth and Sverdí flashed through his mind.

Elsie didn’t even make eye contact with Doyun as she headed to her seat.

Meanwhile, Thrud approached Doyun and whispered.

“Elsie is a little… sensitive today. A little… no, she’s in a state of extreme shock. So… you be careful too.”

“O, okay… Yeah…”

Thrud quickly went to Elsie after saying what she needed to say.

Doyun looked at Elsie with a troubled expression.

Perhaps sensing his gaze.

Elsie, who was hesitating whether to sit down or not, glaring at the chair as if it were her enemy, made eye contact with Doyun.

Elsie, her eyes wide, soon became teary and turned her head away.

“….”

She seemed very shocked.

‘Right, because she lost her memories…’

Indirectly experiencing how terrifying amnesia could be, Doyun rubbed the back of his neck.

Elsie’s struggles were something he couldn’t comprehend.

Thinking that, he glanced at her with pity and cheered for Elsie in his heart.

Because, as they said, there was really nothing he could do to help.

*

A fortress filled with black ice, fog, and cold air.

At the top of the ramparts, a man was gazing at the scenery with jade-colored eyes.

A raven flew down and landed on his shoulder as he stood still as if frozen.

“Is it really okay to just keep being cooped up in Utgard like this?”

“Huginn. Are you nagging me right now?”

“Of course not! I just wonder if it’s okay to be so carefree like this.”

The man flicked the raven Huginn with his finger and turned his head.

Beneath his white hair, his jade-colored eyes were darkly sunken.

“Of course it’s not okay. I have to fulfill the prophecy that Skuld that woman confidently… no, made with my own hands.”

“Th, then…”

“It’s time to move. Fenrir has moved once, so he must have made a decision soon.”

“But Fenrir has holed himself up on the island of Lyngvi again, hasn’t he?”

“He’ll come out again. He must be grinding his teeth after being severely hurt by Gleipnir. That’s enough about that…”

The man paused for a moment and looked up at the sky.

The great bloodline leading to Midgard.

The super-sized Bifrost briefly appeared and disappeared, cutting through space-time.

“I’m going back to Midgard again.”

“Are you going to Glitnir again?”

“No. I’m going to Nóatún. This time, I must awaken Jormungandr and gain his cooperation.”

“But Loki… in Nóatún, that…”

“Ahem. Prepare.”

There’s no time.