Ch.257252 – Confession Letter

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[Video: Bombing Incident Update / Letter to Walpurgis]

“If it was going to end up like this anyway, I should have just told Professor Cheon I’d delete it.”

In the quiet, empty room, I turned on the hologram projector to summon Adella for company.

Summoned at a slightly smaller size, Adella rolled around on the bed before crawling under the blanket.

“Didn’t you two fight about that? Why did you leave such a nice home when you’re not even people who can avoid seeing each other forever?”

“I know, right? Looking back, I probably should have swallowed my pride.”

“What was your original plan, sis?”

All this time, I had only been making contingency plans based on how Walpurgis might respond.

“If they posted a video threatening retaliation, I’d have to quit the academy and go into hiding for a while.”

In that case, they likely wouldn’t be focused on me personally, but rather on spreading their ideology.

Therefore, not just me but my acquaintances could be in danger too, and in such cases, I would need to cut off all relationships to ensure their safety.

“So what about now?”

“Judging by how they’re not changing their position from the initial apology, they’re likely hiding other motives. Whether I’m the target, or you are, Adella.”

“Sneaky bastards.”

“People like that are actually pathetically weak when you confront them face to face. They hide behind their god to mask their own weakness.”

“But what if they’re being sincere?”

“Sure, they might not want to antagonize Korea, but… being optimistic doesn’t help much right now.”

Occasional news interviews with disgruntled lower-ranking members suggest that opinions within the organization aren’t unified yet.

At times like this, I should just blend in with the public and live a normal life.

Though small in scale, terrorism is terrorism.

Especially failed terrorism, which eats away at the entire organization, and pressure against Walpurgis continues to mount worldwide.

But I never thought the video would be taken down so quickly.

That’s because American hatred toward Walpurgis is currently at an all-time high.

‘Did I misjudge modern people by applying medieval tribal logic?’

It was unexpected to see V-Tube prioritizing the policing of anti-Islamic expressions over anger directed at terrorists.

But I wasn’t the only one who thought so, as countless people flooded V-Tube headquarters with complaint emails and voiced their condemnation on social media with the hashtag ‘#savenoname’.

Before public opinion could spiral in an even stranger direction, I wrapped things up by apologizing in a community post for what might have been careless remarks.

Three days might seem a bit short, but judging by the view count, Walpurgis had more than enough time to watch it.

Anyway, I’ve achieved my goal, so I should sincerely apologize to Professor Cheon tomorrow.

“Huh? What’s this?”

“Oh that? I stopped by your classroom earlier this evening and found it stuck in your shoe cubby, so I brought it back.”

A small envelope next to the lamp.

A large pink heart sticker from a stationery store was attached to the center.

Adella’s holographic hand passed through the letter as she tried to touch it.

“Is this… No way! A love letter!”

“Well, yes…”

“HAHAHAHAHA! Someone confessed to you, sis! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Could you not crush a child’s innocent feelings?”

“I’m dying to see what it says! Wow, they must be brave to confess to someone as scary as you! Who wrote it?”

“I don’t know. There’s no name on it.”

“Huh? A love letter without a name? Is that even right?”

* * *

“So who is it… WHO IS IT? Come out now!”

The next morning, Seo Yu-na was frantically searching around the classroom to find the culprit.

“What culprit? It’s not like they did anything wrong.”

“NoName, you stay out of this! This is a very serious matter!”

“What is it? Let me see too.”

When Yu-na glared with wide eyes, Han Seo-ri beside her demanded to see the letter, saying she was curious too.

“Oh…!”

[To. Name

Hi Name. This is my first time writing a letter, so please understand if my handwriting is messy.

Actually, I really liked you from the first time I saw you.

Because Name is so pretty, cute, and seems so kind.

Plus, you’re the best student in class, and I fell for you when I saw how kindly you help friends with their studies.

So I wanted to let you know how I feel.

I like you a lot.

You’re really famous and have lots of fans, but I don’t just like you because you’re on TV.

So, will you go out with me? Please give me your answer after school.

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The sender’s name wasn’t written.

There were no signs of erasure; it simply wasn’t included from the beginning.

The handwriting became increasingly crooked toward the end, suggesting the writer likely forgot to sign it.

Or it could just be a prank letter.

If there had been a name, I would have kept it secret for the child’s privacy, but since there wasn’t, I had no qualms about sharing it.

Why? Because it’s fun.

“I don’t think this is just a prank.”

“Why?”

The children all expressed doubt at Detective Seo-ri’s deduction.

“See this heart sticker? It’s an expensive idol sticker only sold at department stores or online.”

I hadn’t thought about that detail, but these kids are surprisingly sharp.

“Did a boy from our class write it? It could be from another class.”

“No, look here. It says they fell for you because you helped with test studying. That means it’s from our class.”

“Wow, Han Seo-ri, are you actually a genius?”

“Ahem! Then the culprit is among us!”

This was something anyone could easily deduce.

If this isn’t a joke, my position becomes a bit awkward.

Even if my mental age has somewhat synchronized with my physical body, the weight of my lived years is different.

Even middle and high school students seem like babies to me, let alone second-grade elementary students who are only eight years old.

To me, they’re literally newborns.

“Name, what’s your ideal type?”

“Do you like any boys in our class?”

Even classmates who don’t usually talk to me joined in with questions.

Romance was a topic of great interest among girls.

Since things had come to this, I gave an appropriate answer for the children’s future.

“Someone who listens to the teacher, studies well, and is good at sports.”

“How good at studying do they need to be?”

“Why are you asking that, Kim Han-gyeol? Don’t tell me you wrote this?”

“Absolutely not! But NoName is first in the whole school, so if she likes someone who studies better than her, it’s like saying she doesn’t like anyone.”

“Oh, that’s true.”

“Well, I’d like it if they were better than me.”

Meanwhile, Seo Yu-na and Han Seo-ri were scanning the room with wide eyes, observing everyone’s reactions.

“What else? Name, what other ideal types do you have?”

Nuri and Se-bin, who were already more interested in my thoughts than the confession letter, asked.

“I also like strong kids.”

I couldn’t exactly say I liked someone good at fighting, so I expressed it indirectly.

That wouldn’t be educationally or emotionally appropriate for children this age.

“Name is weak, so she must like boys who can protect her!”

“Wow, just like a princess!”

“What are you talking about? I’m the strongest in the academy. I’d appreciate if you wouldn’t call me weak, even as a joke.”

“Kyaha! Name is so cute, so cute!”

Children 10cm, 20cm taller than me were touching just below my chin.

‘As long as you’re satisfied, that’s fine.’

Half-resigned to the children’s touches, I noticed a classmate who had just arrived.

Hong-jun, number 21, the last on the attendance list.

At 138cm tall, he matched students two years his senior, and with the largest build in class, he had been the ace during last semester’s sports day.

At the children’s level, aura-handling skills were generally similar, so aura-based strength tended to be proportional to physical strength.

“Good morning, Jun. Could you come sit here for a moment after putting down your bag?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Let’s arm wrestle.”

“…?”

Hong-jun tilted his head as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

“Any handicap? I think I could beat NoName with one finger.”

“Jun, men shouldn’t make promises they can’t keep.”

“Arm wrestling? Name, there’s no way you can beat Hong-jun.”

“No! Name can win!”

Han Seo-ri jumped up and down in support.

“I told you! That time at the playground, Name beat up all those bad older boys by herself!”

She must have felt wronged that her friends hadn’t believed her.

It had been over half a year since then, but she was still holding onto it.

For Seo-ri’s sake, I had to win.

I placed my forearm firmly on the desk and clenched my fist.

Then, one tiny pinky finger shyly poked out.

“Hong-jun, grab it.”

“Uh…?”

“I said grab it. Can’t you see?”

“Why are you giving me a handicap?”

“Because I’m stronger than you.”

When I calmly insisted, the boy reluctantly complied.

“Wooooo!”

The boys erupted in jeers and boos.

Meanwhile, Hong-jun looked worried and whispered to me quietly.

“NoName, should I go easy on you?”

“Go easy? You’ll need all your strength and then some. Is that how you act like a man?”

“Fine, I’ll go all out…!”

It seems that even young children can’t tolerate having their pride wounded.

“Three, two, one!”

Han Seo-ri, acting as referee, counted down and gave the starting signal.

Against children, there was no need to externally manifest my aura.

Unless they had received specialized training like Ban So-wol from Korea University’s Philosophy Department, the aura I normally maintained while breathing was enough against elementary students.

“Why isn’t it going down?”

“Wooo, Hong-jun, don’t go easy! It’s too obvious you’re letting her win!”

“No, that’s not it! It won’t go-“

Only then did the boy’s pupils begin to shake violently from side to side.

The reason I trained so hard in magic and swordsmanship in my previous life. And why I made them my life companions.

Perhaps I was addicted to these raw emotions displayed by my opponents.

Now, since my opponent was just a kid, it wasn’t particularly thrilling, but I imagined what it would be like with different opponents.

Shin Yeon-ho from Korea University’s Theoretical Magic Department?

Or Professor Cheon Kyu-jin or Principal Gu On-yu?

It could even be a Walpurgis executive whose face I didn’t know.

Either way, it would be truly delightful.

BANG-!

“Aack!”

Hong-jun let out a short scream, and the match ended anticlimactically.

I blew cool air onto Jun’s slightly reddened hand to reduce the heat.

The classmates were still whispering in disbelief.

“Did you really use your full strength?”

“It’s okay. It’s natural not to believe it. You can’t understand unless you experience it firsthand.”

I didn’t know I would die and be reincarnated twice more.

This is why experience is so important for people.

The academy competition is coming up soon.

I should start fulfilling Principal Gu On-yu’s personal request.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and sit down for the next turn.”

* * *

“Hello, Name’s father!”

“Hello. You’re Name’s homeroom teacher, right? You must have your hands full.”

“Not at all! Name is so capable that I’m actually the one getting a lot of help from her in class. Class A is this way, sir.”

Before first period.

Diligent parents were already gathering one by one.

Among them, Professor Cheon Kyu-jin arrived earliest.

He arrived at the academy so early that Principal Gu On-yu personally came out to greet him.

After fidgeting in the principal’s office for quite some time, he was finally guided to Class 2-A by Teacher Jacqueline Carroll.

This was his second visit to Name’s class since the parent-teacher conference.

The fact that Name had received a confession letter kept circling in his mind.

A part of his heart felt constantly uneasy.

He was more upset about some unknown boy confessing to her than about Name not returning home.

Professor Cheon Kyu-jin realized he had come to see Name as his own daughter.

He was determined not to let any boys get too close to her.

“Class 2-A everyone! It’s almost time for first period, so please prepare your textbooks and take your seats! Hey kids, what are you doing over there?”

While Teacher Jackie entered through the front door, Professor Cheon quietly opened the back door and entered the classroom.

“…!”

Name, whom Professor Cheon had been so eager to see, was sitting modestly in the center of the classroom, surrounded by all the boys in the class, receiving cheers and applause.

‘Which one is the culprit?!’