episode_0167

Inside the academy’s private plane.

It is not a large plane like Air Force One, the US President’s private plane. It’s a bit small for a private plane, but if an innocent child sees it, they’ll wonder, “What kind of plane is that?” And you might be disappointed.

However, it was not a small aircraft like the Cessna, but it was a small passenger aircraft with less than 30 seats. No, it would be a bit weird to call it a passenger plane. Because there were only a few chairs inside.

It was truly a plane built to transport VIPs.

If it’s VIP-only, isn’t the bigger the better? Shouldn’t it be something like the Airbus A380? You might be thinking,

However, if you knew how many magical defense devices were installed on this plane, you would be shocked.

But aren’t they going to Africa? Even so, there are limitations to a small plane, so how can it travel halfway around the world?

“That’s because this magic-processed fuselage experiences almost no atmospheric resistance, and the fuel efficiency of magic stones is far superior to that of fossil fuels. It costs twice as much as aviation fuel. In addition, this aircraft can escape the danger area unharmed even if it is attacked by a Patriot. Do you understand, Sejun? Not everything that is bigger is better. Rather, it is practical. Let’s say it is a product of Taesung’s magic engineering.”

“… Yes, yes, I understand well, Dean Hyun.”

In some ways, this plane can be seen as a sanctuary within the barrier. In that sanctuary, Jang Ah-hyun hummed and smiled, waving her index finger at Sejun who was sitting in front of her.

That’s right, the story about the airplane-related TMI that just happened is a summary of their conversation that took place here. And now, Sejun was listening to the chestnut-haired woman’s story with a slightly bored expression, not to mention curiosity. With your arm resting on your chin.

A chestnut semi-cut that goes down to her shoulders and pretty chestnut eyes. The woman, with her cute appearance and the incompatible feelings of majesty, smiled and waved her index finger at Sejun, grinning like a child receiving a toy. It feels like tsk tsk.

“Aren’t you feeling too excited? You were serious until just now, but now it feels like you’re floating in the air and going somewhere.”

“Oh, does it look like that? I want to stay calm, but I can’t. Are you sorry if it was ugly?”

Sejun swallowed hard. This scene is rather hideous. It is clear that she was cautious and did not show much of her emotions until she left the academy to find Dean Northmund, but as time passes after boarding the plane, something begins to unravel. It looks like this guy’s temperament is also changing, just like a lazy cat turning into liquid.

And everyone who saw the scene seemed to have similar feelings.

“I made a stupid face when I mentioned earlier that I was going to work. I think you might be more confused when you meet the professor. Because it won’t match your old self.”

“Hehe, now Assistant Professor Yoon, I don’t mind your provocations now. Rather, I can see everything. You’re so nervous for no reason. But did you know? The fact that you feel nervous when you see me means that you are already on your knees, right?”

“What?”

“Ugh! Don’t fight on planes! It’s you guys!”

Tendons grab hold of the dragon horn woman’s neck, and her vertical pupils grow frighteningly large. When the crew members who came to stop the situation are seen shaking due to the release of an energy that could be called Dragon Fear, Sejun and his group rush to stop them.

‘Why are they like this!’

Of course, neither Yoon Shia nor Jang Ah-hyun are people who lack self-control enough to crash an airplane. No, right? Looking at the end of the armrest of the audience seat where Yoon Shia was sitting, it doesn’t seem like it.

“Don’t worry. How many masks should a woman have? I also don’t want to look weird in front of the professor. Still, please understand. Regardless of our relationship with the professor, this is a turning point in a reality that has been difficult for a while. It just made me smile.”

“… I understand. I understand.”

“And you also practiced something absurd all night long, right? How will you appear in front of the professor? I’m saying this now, but my eyes are a bit cold, and that’s partly it.”

“… Ahyeon Jang.”

“Ugh! Stop it, both of you!!”

In fact, as a rank leader, Han Se-jun has no right to point out and shout at Jang A-hyeon like this. It’s natural.

However, what we see now is what they were like in the past when they were colleagues, protecting the world under the orders of Professor Northmund, rather than the professor and the people in charge of them.

Sejun smiled slightly while trying to stop them because they were showing an odd and sometimes foolish side with no particular boundaries.

‘Still, it’s surprising.’

Who would have known that the beautiful and cute woman in front of me, who was the leader of a faction and cared for her members, also had the personality of a fox wearing colorful curtains?

Beep beep beep beep.

A beeping sound is heard from a device that appears to be an electronic watch worn by Jang A-hyun. After looking at it for a moment, she urgently stands up and speaks loudly to the flight attendant.

“Turn direction! The Congo I originally planned to go to is cancelled! The professor doesn’t come that way!”

“Huh? What?”

“We are going to a place also called the roof of the Earth. Did everyone bring their jumpers? It might be cold?”

***

“Yes, this is the central library of Elm Talent Development Academy. How can I help you?”

From the phone I’m holding, I hear a young voice, presumed to be that of a young woman.

Of course, the person calling was me, but the voice I heard was an unfamiliar voice that I had never heard before.

“Excuse me. Actually, I called because I had something to ask.”

“Oh, yes? I’m sorry, but the surroundings are so noisy that I can’t hear you clearly. Could you say that again?”

Even though I’m talking on the phone, my feet are constantly moving. If a person passing by sees me, they may be able to catch me with their eyes, but they are far faster than I can follow with their eyes, so what? what? And it’s a level where you can think like that. Because it was literally running at a speed that greatly exceeded the speed of human vision.

Although it is said that the sonic boom that occurs when exceeding the speed of sound did not occur, the sound heard by the person on the other end of the phone would probably only be a roar that seemed to tear the air.

The area I am currently crossing is somewhere around the Himalayas. I escaped from Africa and am traveling almost halfway around the world.

Phileas Fogg, the protagonist of Jules Verne’s novel, also took 80 days to travel around the world, but it took me only about 5 days to travel nearly halfway around the world.

And that too on foot. Perhaps it would be impossible to experience it on a human level.

Of course, not everything is on foot. In places where the mana was still full, I used teleportation and took a break for a while.

In sparsely populated areas, I simply ran at close to full power. It was safe to say that it was almost flying here in the Tibetan Plateau.

Although it is said to be at the level of a mediocre demigod, it may be because of its holy power that made monsters closer to demons again, so it did not get tired even if it did not sleep and it did not get hungry even if it did not eat.

“Phew, I see.”

As soon as I stop, the hot air literally rushes around me. The hot, acrid and unpleasant air spreads widely around the area due to friction with the air due to the speed.

Even though I was racing at that speed, my phone surprisingly accepted radio waves well and worked fine.

Well, it was described as hot, but it was not so hot that it would catch fire due to friction with the atmosphere, so it was natural. The clothes I’m wearing right now are a little worn, but they’re still fine.

Babbababbabang!

“What? What is it?!”

As the back-up sound that inevitably follows heavy drinking rings, the woman on the other end of the phone can be sensed in panic.

Now that I think about it, I’m not sure who this woman is. I don’t know all of the school’s teachers by heart, but I do remember them roughly.

If you guess his age, you’d think he was probably a newly selected person.

“… yes? I think you should contact General Affairs, not here. This is the library.”

“Yes. Then could you please return the line to that side? It seems like all the numbers I know have changed. I contacted you because the only number that matched the number I remembered was the library.”

“Uh… If you ask who the person who contacted you is… .”

“Yes? Does it matter? Just return the line.”

My voice is trembling and I feel hesitant. I thought I heard a small moan. When I heard that sound, I frowned slightly.

‘It seems the situation is worse than I thought.’

When I was still the principal, most of the numbers of the academy’s direct line were changed. Since the organization is the one that manages the direct number, if the line had to be changed, the discord between the academy and the organization would be severe.

The same goes for this woman. Judging by the tone of voice on the other end of the phone, it looks like a junior librarian or a novice counselor at the information desk. If that person were to call you, you could just redirect the wrong call to the correct one.

That means it’s not something you should worry about anyway. It’s not under my department’s jurisdiction.

However, it appears that such a person is verifying his/her identity. It seems like there have been countless calls like this.

“Then tell them that you are the owner of the Great Sword of Purity. Then those who know will know.”

“Sorry, but that doesn’t prove your identity.”

“Just tell me. It’s not a difficult task, is it?”

I have never revealed the name of the Great Sword of Purity to the public. It is probably known as the giant bastard sword that Northmund likes to use.

Among my students, I have mentioned the name of the sword in passing once or twice, so those who know will know. At least it is clear that the general public does not know. The woman on the phone with me didn’t know either.

widely.

The moment you take a step, your body disappears. Teleportation, or to be more precise, the realization of my will in my imagination. What I was using was not magic, but a miracle performed as a piece of God, so it should be called that.

At the same time as I jumped between the huge mountains of the Himalayas by teleportation, I heard a unique call connection sound coming from the other side of the receiver.

Smiling at that, I looked at the blond kid flying after me, jumping over the white flames.

“Slow. So, can you help me?”

“Gasp, gasp. Sorry for holding you back. But I can’t perform miracles like Northmund, so please understand… Huh, huh.”

Although he didn’t say anything, the reason for the forced march was to drain this guy’s strength and kill him.

Until now, he had been caught up in something similar to frustration.

The problem was that he was too motivated after following me. First of all, there is no one who has shown me that he has accomplished something big with his own strength. On the contrary, if something was difficult, I made it difficult. Moreover, it seems that they are placing humans below their own species.

This little boy named Eldarim seemed to have abilities similar to telekinesis as a guardian. An ordinary ability except that it glows a slightly bright red color when activated.

Of course, you can’t use teleportation like I can.

The guardian is a demon born from a monster receiving divine power, but he still doesn’t seem to have enough stamina to travel halfway around the world.

As I was looking at the guy who got down on the floor, holding his knees and panting with his head down, the music coming from the receiver cut off and I felt someone answering the phone, so I grinned and raised one corner of my mouth.

Because what I heard there was exactly what I wanted.

“… Are you Northmund?”

“Hmm.”