The word peace should not be used lightly.

    Because even just that one word can suddenly become a foreshadowing.

    Let’s take an example.

    If you bomb them numerous times and say, “Did you kill them?”, the other person will definitely survive.

    If you say, “I will confess when this war is over,” the person you say that to will definitely die during the war.

    It is now common sense that if you write 5,700 characters, you will be possessed by the work.

    If you use the word ‘calm before the storm’ before starting something, it will fail like a ghost.

    Yes, that’s right.

    This is kind of a cliché.

    The beast autonomous defense system I have currently created.

    It can be seen as one complete system.

    Using the war criminals, the gorals, as the main labor force.

    At the same time, he commands all beasts under the title of Sangun.

    The deer that are no longer needed can be used for meat later.

    ‘I think even Tony Stark would be impressed if he saw this.’

    [The Nazis would be amazed, you crazy bastard.]

    Thanks to this, I was able to enjoy my meal leisurely without having to work hard at the restaurant.

    If there was only one minor problem, it was the one that said ‘peaceful’.

    That was a mistake.

    On Friday.

    During a practical training class, a woman suddenly barged into the class.

    Lizard man.

    That too, a 100% pure female lizard person.

    To be honest, I didn’t know when I saw her face, but I judged her to be a woman because she was wearing a skirt.

    [Isn’t that a very anachronistic idea? If you wear a skirt, you’re definitely a woman?]

    ‘If you’re going to promote your PC, you should go to Netflix, not Nopia.’

    The lizard man started looking for me as soon as he arrived.

    “Is there a student named Shinwoo here?”

    “What is it?”

    “Can you follow me for a moment?”

    A sudden request to follow me.

    I felt like something.

    “Why?”

    “That’s because that’s what the president is looking for.”

    “Do I have to go?”

    “Please, please.”

    An unexpected call from the president.

    I had a slightly unpleasant feeling.

    I didn’t feel like it though.

    “Okay, let’s go right away.”

    “Thank you.”

    I decided to follow along for now.

    I was also curious as to why he called.

    Above all, the lizard man’s attitude was very polite, so there were some who followed him obediently.

    So I followed the lizard man into the largest building in the academy.

    An academy where all buildings are the same.

    But this one in particular was overly large and flashy.

    The lizard man guiding me didn’t say anything except tell me where to go.

    The silence that has continued since the proposal was first brought up.

    The silence was only broken when they reached the top floor of the building.

    “That’s it. You can go this way.”

    The lizard man says that he has reached this point as soon as he breaks the silence.

    With those words, the lizard man got on the elevator and went down, and I walked in the direction the lizard man had told me.

    The top floor was truly bizarre.

    A vast space. But there is only one door.

    The moment you open that door and step inside, you are greeted by a luxurious sight that encompasses an entire floor.

    [Is the academy a place where money rots? They even create places like this.]

    ‘From what I see, this seems like a defense industry scandal.’

    And in the middle of it all is a huge desk and a chair with its back turned to the wall.

    There was someone there.

    A man so large that he can be recognized even with his back turned.

    Then, sensing my presence, he turns his chair to reveal himself to me.

    My first impression when I saw that person was.

    ‘……Is that a piglet?’

    [Are you a fucking piglet?]

    A common opinion between me and Peace, one of the few.

    Her face was coated in oil without any gaps.

    Looking at the opaque broth flowing down the side of the oily face, it seemed like it would fry well in an air fryer.

    For now, I decided to think of it as a person.

    At least it looked like there were three things: eyes, nose, and mouth.

    The man looked at me and began to open what looked like a slit that looked like a mouth.

    “Are you Kim Shin-woo’s student?”

    “Yes, that’s right.”

    “Come closer.”

    I went closer to the desk as he said.

    Then he looked at me and started to smile.

    “Nice to meet you, I am the president of this academy.”

    There was nothing particularly surprising.

    This academy is already crazy.

    Would I be surprised if a pig were to become president?

    [Well, what could be more amazing than a person like you?]

    ‘Fuck you.’

    The moment I got close enough to examine the president’s hideous face one by one.

    “Where did my pet go!!”

    “…Huh?”

    Suddenly, the principal’s face distorted and he barked at me fiercely.

    At that moment, one memory comes to mind.

    A conversation between kitchen staff preparing a wild boar.

    Perhaps they were saying that the boar I killed was the president’s beloved pet.

    [It’s your karma.]

    ‘……It comes like this.’

    To be honest, my first impression of the president in front of me was the worst.

    The discomfort caused by just being close has already passed the threshold.

    There is no reason not to kill.

    But who is the opponent?

    The president at the top of the academy.

    He is not an opponent you can attack carelessly.

    People show weakness in the face of power.

    It’s the same for me too.

    I made my expression as gloomy as possible, then controlled my emotions and spoke very carefully.

    “Fuck, the piglet is raising a pig and falling over. Is the Academy a pig farm?”

    ‘I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.’

    [……You. The speech bubbles are the opposite.]

    ‘Oh, shit.’

    After hearing what I said, the president couldn’t control his anger and started to tremble.

    As the swelling increases, the amount of liquid flowing from the face also increases.

    “Ugh! You bastard!!!!”

    Eventually, the president’s anger exploded.

    The president shouts while slamming his luxurious desk with both hands.

    “Where’s my pet, Lebowski!!!!”

    ‘You little pig, you’re splattering oil.’

    [From now on, wear a defensive coat. Oil will be treated as an attack and will be blocked.]

    The president has already lost half his mind.

    Eyes clouded with hatred.

    Drool dripping from open mouth.

    The word normal could not be found in that appearance.

    Immediately afterwards, the president lets out a sound close to a scream.

    “My little cute cutie!!! Bring cutie right now!!!!!”

    Anyway, given the current situation, it seems like it won’t make sense.

    So what’s left is shock therapy.

    Everyone learns about breakups.

    Sooner or later.

    So, I think the president can learn from this opportunity.

    I smiled as vilely as I could and threw the things in my pocket onto the president’s desk.

    The thing settled down with a thud.

    Exactly in front of the president’s hand.

    “Your pet? Oh, you mean ‘this’?”

    “This….this is….!”

    The item is in the form of an envelope with its contents inside.

    The president opened the envelope with trembling hands and checked the contents.

    Soon, tears began to flow from the president’s eyes.

    The tears combined with the broth to form a small, opaque waterfall.

    The contents of the envelope are nothing special.

    That’s the hind leg of the wild boar that I was going to give to Elsia.

    That’s all.

    “It was so tough I couldn’t even eat it. I just lost my appetite.”

    “Kisama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

    The president even started pulling out the few side hairs.

    Perhaps because her pores were strong, despite the president’s actions, her hair managed to stay in place without being torn out.

    However, the president was so shocked that he forgot his native language and began speaking only foreign languages instead.

    “Doshite Waranouka!!! (Why are you laughing!!!)”

    “Ahh… This is reality. That’s all.”

    “Jettaini…Jettaini Yurusenai!! (I will never…I will never forgive you!!)”

    “Kekekeke… That’s impossible. You’re weak.”

    “Itsuka…Kanaraz Buchikoros!!! (Someday…I will definitely kill you!!!)”

    With those words, the president hugged the cutie dearly.

    The president’s sobs continued.

    Anyway, the president just poured his soul into shouting in Japanese.

    So, I also have to answer in Japanese at least for the ending.

    It’s the only Japanese I know.

    “Hey… Yat maze. (I tried it.)”

    With those words, the president began to cry for the world to go away.

    As I slowly walked out of the room, leaving the president behind, an emotion suddenly came to me.

    regret.

    That feeling stops me in my tracks.

    He immediately turned around and ran back to the room where the president was.

    [You? It wouldn’t have been enough to apologize from the beginning, so what are you trying to do now?]

    ‘but……’

    I opened the door to the room where the president was.

    Immediately afterwards, the president sent me a resentful look.

    I ignored the gaze and slowly walked towards the president.

    The president just sheds tears without saying anything.

    I looked at the president with pitying eyes.

    And reach out.

    I took out the hind leg meat that was buried in the president’s bosom.

    [Are you crazy? Are you crazy? Are you crazy?]

    ‘But…I decided to give it to Elsia.’

    The president, who had not anticipated my actions, realized a little too late what his empty arms meant.

    The president then screams and begs for his hind legs to be returned.

    “Give it back to me! My precious cutie!!!”

    “Kekekeke. It’s impossible.”

    When I refused, the president tried to take the hind leg meat himself.

    Quick movements that are disproportionate to one’s size.

    But the hind legs were already too far away from the president.

    The president’s hands just cut through the air.

    I quickly ran to the elevator.

    ‘All the cases were solved perfectly!’

    [How many hours has it been since I last did this shit happen!!!]

    ‘The president needs to go on a diet. He told me to eat some chicken breast.’

    The moment I got off the elevator.

    At that moment, the lizard man who had been waiting for me spoke to me.

    “What were you talking about? There seems to be a bit of a commotion upstairs.”

    “No. The president is just going through puberty.”

    “……Puberty?”

    “You can’t accept the breakup. Go and comfort her.”

    “Yes, I understand.”

    The lizard man just tilted his head and said he understood.

    After politely greeting me as I left, the lizard man took the elevator up.

    Since I had nothing more to do, I decided to leave the building.

    ‘How warm am I to the people around me? What a sweet guy.’

    [You are a fucking sweet guy! No, you are just a guy!!!]

    ‘Oh! Watch your language! That’s misandry.’

    As I left the building, class was already over and there was still time left.

    The president called me anyway.

    There was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

    I walked leisurely towards the restaurant.

    Finally, I see Hyeji and Elsia waiting for me at the restaurant.

    “Hyeji, where’s Jeong Ayeon?”

    “I heard you’re practicing closed-door meditation these days. I’m not sure if you’re normal.”

    “In a one-eyed world, being two-eyed is abnormal.”

    “Sir! What about that meat?”

    “I brought it anyway. Take it.”

    “Thank you! I really appreciate it!”

    He gave the hind leg meat he had taken from the president to Elsia.

    But as soon as Elsia received the meat from me, she suddenly sniffed at it.

    Elsia’s subsequent vomiting.

    “…This oil smells so bad. Is it spoiled? ”

    “Wow, you’re already soaked in oil just because we hugged for a bit?”

    “Did your husband hug you by any chance?”

    “No. The boy who was learning the pain of separation was hugging for a moment.”

    “Ugh…I can’t eat this.”

    “You little punk, throw that away. It’s dirty.”

    The last legacy of Cutie, the hind leg meat.

    The journey of that hind leg meat ended with its final destination: the food waste bin.

    It was a clean ending after a heartbreaking separation.

    Although the hind leg meat ended its life in a cold food waste bin, it will one day bloom as nutrients for others.

    Whether it’s animal feed or plant compost.

    The possibilities are endless.

    Someday, that possibility will bloom into a beautiful flower.

    Then, won’t the president be able to smile again as he looks at the blooming flowers?

    I think so.

    [You crazy kid.]

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