Chapter Index

    “The headmaster of the academy is moving…?”

    “Yeah. Maybe.”

    Jack, who had practically handed over all command of the Cheonmasingyo to Harang, frowned as he looked over the information that the Three Swords, including Stella, had investigated.

    ‘…The headmaster of the academy is moving.’

    Anna Joan of Arc.

    The current headmaster of the academy.

    And, the warriors of the previous generation.

    Although, as a former warrior, it is unlikely that the blessing would be passed on to someone else and that he would have the same level of strength as the current warrior, Lucius.

    Anna, we cannot ignore the decades she spent as a warrior.

    Experience is not something that easily disappears.

    “… Tsk.”

    So, the news that the academy’s headmaster is making a move isn’t good news for Jack.

    Jack sighed deeply, frowned, and turned his gaze to the other Samgeom, Amber.

    And, a hand extended as if asking for something.

    “Huh?”

    Amber stared blankly at Jack’s hand, then seemed to realize something and responded.

    “Ah! Sorry! I told you to write it down!”

    “… Yes?”

    “Sorry, sorry! I forgot! But I remember, so I’ll tell you!”

    Amber, with a bashful smile on her face, spoke in a hushed voice, trying to convey to Jack what she had seen and heard as accurately as possible.

    Jack’s expression darkened even more when he heard that.

    “… Is the top of the tower moving?”

    “Yeah!”

    “Haaa… .”

    The Imperial Tower.

    Although, as it is closed, not much is known about the information.

    This much is certain.

    ‘A former colleague of Anna Joan of Arc.’

    So, we should consider that Matapju’s skills are on par with Anna’s or higher.

    “My head hurts.”

    When Jack held his forehead as if complaining of a headache, Amber added with a hearty smile.

    “Well, isn’t that okay?!”

    “… Where do you see it?”

    At the sight of Jack looking at her with cold, cold eyes, as if he was seeing something he couldn’t believe.

    “That’s right! We’re strong too? More importantly, the Heavenly Demon and the Vice-Cult Leader are incredibly strong!”

    Amber said and raised both arms.

    “Ouch!”

    “Stella. We should end it on our own terms.”

    Amber let out a displeased sigh and placed a honey balm on Stella’s head, who smiled brightly.

    “You always do this to me!”

    Stella felt wronged by her current situation.

    * * *

    “This is so fucking boring.”

    As I was staring at the sky helplessly, a thought suddenly occurred to me.

    ‘Obviously… .’

    It must have been quite some time since Jack said that.

    “Why is there no news?”

    It was so peaceful and uneventful that at first glance it seemed artificial.

    … Of course, it’s not that I hate this boredom.

    You hate being bored?

    It’s such a full-on thing for me, who was having a headache just recently.

    However, the longer this peace lasts,

    ‘… The execution of the plan is just getting delayed.’

    I just couldn’t seem to look at this boring time in a positive light.

    “…”

    I was lost in that thought for a while.

    “Can I give you something to chew on?”

    “… Surprise.”

    Until just a moment ago, Moo-myeong had been quiet, but suddenly he popped his head in and said that.

    ‘… No, it wasn’t like that even just now.’

    After returning to the cabin.

    Because Myeong-un didn’t say anything to me except for the formalities of greetings before meals or going to bed.

    It’s the same now.

    When I mutter that I’m bored, you say something like you’re trying to take away my boredom.

    “… Tsk.”

    I really didn’t like it.

    You might as well tell me a funny story.

    ‘What are you talking about?’

    What kind of nonsense is this?

    Does this disciple really not want to talk to his teacher who is leaving?

    “Sigh… .”

    Anyway, raising it is of no use.

    That’s why our ancestors said not to slaughter black-haired animals… .

    “Ugh!!!”

    It is my fault for not listening to the wisdom from the past.

    What on earth does Myeong-un think of my sighs, which are filled with such deep anguish?

    “… ?”

    He tilted his head with a questioning expression, then quickly searched through my belongings and took something out.

    ‘… This is.’

    My eyes, as if possessed by something, slowly became fixed on the nameless hand.

    It is a thing that boasts a bright red body and spreads a sweet and sour smell everywhere.

    I tilted my head as I looked at it.

    “… Strawberry?”

    Why strawberries all of a sudden?

    Obviously, the harvest season must have already passed… .

    Is that why you haven’t had a bite of strawberry since you came to the cabin?

    At my question, the anonymous man nodded and added an explanation with the word ‘Ah’ at my still puzzled expression.

    “While the Master was meditating, I went to a nearby village and bought some food.”

    “If it’s a nearby town… .”

    “Yes, right after we got off. We bought it in the village we visited on the first day.”

    “That, that’s right… ?”

    Contrary to my pouty lips, my hand was already reaching out to an anonymous hand.

    ‘for a moment.’

    He shook his head, his eyes tightly shut, as he continued to turn towards the nameless hand.

    ‘This won’t do!’

    I almost ate it without thinking…!

    Just a moment ago, I was thinking about my disciple’s annoyance, but now I’m falling for a strawberry?

    No matter how much I love strawberries, this is a matter of my pride.

    That would be the case.

    I’ve been drinking a lot of Torazin tea so far, but I’m falling for strawberries.

    Doesn’t that… look so out of place?

    ‘I won’t eat it!’

    With that thought, I turned my head in the opposite direction of the nameless person and snorted.

    The nameless one smiled faintly.

    “Unfortunately, it is not the season, so it is small… But doesn’t the Master like it?”

    As he said that, he turned his head and came towards me, bringing the hand holding the strawberry to my mouth.

    “Ugh… .”

    “My arm is going to break.”

    For a moment, he glared at the nameless man who was joking with a mischievous smile.

    “Ah.”

    He let out a deep sigh and opened his mouth quietly.

    … No, what.

    If you put so much effort into buying it, wouldn’t it be a huge disrespect if you don’t eat it?

    Of course, no offense to the nameless strawberries!

    “Yum.”

    * * *

    “Um… .”

    Myeong looked at his teacher, who was stuffing strawberries into his mouth with his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, and smiled faintly.

    ‘I always think this. Master really likes strawberries.’

    How bad is it?

    “Hehehe… .”

    Although my pride is hurt, I feel a little jealous of the strawberry when I see the teacher like that.

    Well, rather than feeling jealous, I was happy to see my teacher happy.

    Yes, for a moment, the nameless man smiled happily.

    “…”

    The nameless expression grew cold as a sudden thought occurred to him.

    ‘… A little more time will pass.’

    I wonder where the teacher is going.

    If that happens, what will happen to me?

    I would be truly happy if you could take me to the place where the Master lived.

    …well.

    Should the Master take you with him?

    I don’t think so.

    “…”

    It was also natural for Anonymous to have such anxious thoughts.

    When I recall the atmosphere of what the Master said at that time or when I recall his recent actions.

    Because it didn’t seem like he would take me with him.

    A mixture of half melancholy and half relief.

    The Master, who had a look of neither here nor there on his face, had not had any conversation with me since returning to the cabin.

    … Of course, he did that too.

    ‘It can’t be helped.’

    The atmosphere is such that it seems like it could explode if the teacher touches it even a little bit wrong.

    Who has the courage to speak up?

    Originally, when dealing with something precious, people are bound to be infinitely clumsy.

    To him, the nameless one was not much different.

    In addition, Harang’s attitude, which was clearly different from usual, only made Moo-myeong feel uneasy.

    So, if it was an ordinary unknown, I wouldn’t have done it.

    I made a small but big mistake.

    I was terrified.

    Nameless was so scared, so unlike himself, that he couldn’t do anything.

    This is the past.

    The fact that both of my parents lost their lives due to my own slip of the tongue also had a negative effect.

    Anonymous, once again like that time.

    I was so afraid that my teacher would really leave me that I couldn’t say anything except what was absolutely necessary.

    He was afraid that his slight slip of the tongue would completely turn his teacher’s mind away and that he would never see him again.

    “…”

    But, the nameless one didn’t show it.

    I was also afraid that my teacher would not like seeing me like that, so I did my best to keep a blank expression.

    So, this is not even funny.

    A truly awkward situation arose.

    …of course.

    Now with the power of strawberries.

    But I couldn’t find that kind of awkward atmosphere.

    “Churup… .”

    “Master, on the corner of your mouth… No… .”

    It was so delicious.

    Seeing his teacher with strawberries all over his mouth, Moo-myeong sighed deeply and took out a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe his mouth.

    “Um… .”

    Harang blushed slightly, perhaps embarrassed by that fact, and avoided the nameless man’s gaze.

    “… Thank you.”

    “No.”

    The two were at peace.

    On the surface.

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