I Became the Academy’s Female Delinquent Chapter 71. Nóatún (3)

The eccentric old man with short silver hair and a thick beard was very impressive, his blue eyes darting around as if trying to grasp the situation.

No one at the gate had noticed the old man’s appearance.

Not the academy students, nor Reginleif, Thrud, Elsie, or even Doyun could catch the old man’s movements.

‘This old man is dangerous!’

Feeling immense pressure, Doyun blocked Elsie, lowering his stance.

Except for the special movements Elsie had shown, there had never been anyone who could evade his eyes.

But the old man in front of him was leisurely managing to do just that, picking his teeth.

Meanwhile, Elsie, surprised in a different way, muttered.

“No way… that technique…”

The movement the old man showed was like—

‘Similar to Exalted Acceleration!’

The unidentified old man showcased movements remarkably similar to her own hyper-acceleration skill, Exalted Acceleration.

Elsie’s wariness increased.

If he was capable of mobility comparable to Exalted Acceleration, he was not an opponent to be taken lightly.

However, because Doyun had intervened, she couldn’t see the old man.

‘Could you move a little?’

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The old man grabbed Supervisor Rigar’s head with a hand as large as a pot lid.

“What, what is it! Who the hell are you!”

His face covered by the large hand, Rigar instinctively flailed his arms and began to struggle.

“It’s me, you little shit.”

Squeeze!

“Kuaaaak!”

As the old man squeezed and pulled, Rigar screamed wretchedly, unable to properly resist the immense force, and was dragged away.

“H-Hymir-nim…”

“You bastards. What is this mess? No matter how high the authority of the gate supervisor is… tsk tsk.”

Hymir, having tossed Supervisor Rigar to the soldiers, dusted off his hands.

The gate soldiers, staggering as they caught Rigar’s obese body, looked at Hymir with bewildered faces.

“Tie that damn guy up. Make sure he can’t run away.”

Hymir, leaning his fishing rod against one wall, picked up an old booklet that had fallen to the floor and spoke.

Hymir, opening the old book about racial tolls that had come from Rigar’s possession, stroked his beard.

“Oh ho, this crazy bastard is something else…”

Spitting out a rough curse, Hymir turned his head and sighed.

He roughly grasped the situation.

‘For the supervisor to be so corrupt…’

Clicking his tongue, Hymir threw the book at Rigar’s face, who was still out of his mind.

Paak!

“Keuak! W-Who the hell are you! I’m the supervisor!”

Rigar, hit by the book, shook his head and struggled.

Held by the soldiers, he searched with bloodshot eyes for the being who dared to commit such rude acts against him.

“It’s me, you brat. Get a grip.”

The sight that was reflected in Rigar’s eyes, as he glared and raised his head at the rough voice, was a silver-haired old man with a magnificent physique and prominent muscles.

“H-Heok…! H-Hymir-nim!”

There was no one among the city’s officials who didn’t know Chief of Public Security Hymir.

Especially since he was none other than the supervisor of the city’s security forces, including the gate guards, he was the person Rigar had to avoid the most.

He was an unreasonable and eccentric old man, but he was reliable when it came to handling work.

“You’ve done something very interesting. Trying to collect racial tolls from visitors.”

The moment his corruption was exposed to Hymir, everything would be over.

If his investigation order was issued, his past corruption would be exposed, and he would be stripped of his position and imprisoned.

So Rigar screamed and denied it, not even realizing it was already too late.

“No! This is… that, that girl’s thing…”

Rigar, squeezing his nonexistent brain for the last time, stammered out a nonsensical lie and looked in the direction where Elsie was standing.

“…I judged it to be a disguised document with illegal transaction records hidden in it, so I confiscated it!”

Hymir felt annoyed at the absurd excuse of a man who was as high up as the gate supervisor.

Raising one eyebrow, he turned his head, following Rigar’s gaze.

‘What academy student brings in an illegal transaction disguise document… should I beat him up?’

He saw the academy guests who were on guard.

What a rude thing to do to these important visitors.

If this news reached Njǫrðr’s ears, he would definitely throw a fit, so it was necessary to resolve the situation as smoothly as possible.

Anyway, Hymir, having confirmed the black-haired boy standing where Rigar’s gaze rested, tilted his head.

“You said girl? This bastard is really something. If you’re going to make up a ridiculous excuse, at least make it believable.”

Hymir raised his palm as if to hit Rigar, threatening him.

Then Rigar shook his head wildly and shouted.

“N-No, really! I was just doing my job! Because of that silver-haired girl…”

Rigar, only thinking about how to get out of the situation, glared and looked for Elsie, who was hiding behind Doyun.

Hymir slammed his fist into his head at that pathetic sight.

Kkang!

“Keok!”

“I can’t listen to this anymore. What nonsense are you spouting?”

Hymir, having ordered Rigar’s arrest, stroked his beard as if he had a headache.

The supervisor’s corruption. It wouldn’t be strange if more came out if he looked into it.

That was secondary; the problem was that he had touched the academy’s guests.

‘Now what do I do…’

He had only intervened because he heard a commotion, but things had become more troublesome than he thought.

Suppressing the urge to just run away, Hymir reluctantly approached the academy’s carriage.

Reginleif, who had been quietly watching the situation, stepped forward as the old man called Hymir began to approach.

‘Chief of Public Security, huh…’

She didn’t have much contact with Njǫrðr, so Reginleif didn’t know him.

However, the old man’s appearance and unbelievably trained physique were unusual.

His short silver hair and intense blue eyes shone sharply.

‘…The atmosphere is a little… similar, maybe…?’

Thinking of her unruly disciple, who had the same silver hair and blue eyes as the old man, she greeted Hymir.

“I am Reginleif Balor of the Main Academy. Chief of Public Security of Nóatún?”

“…I’m Chief of Public Security Hymir. I’m sorry that you had to experience such an unpleasant incident on the academy’s visiting day. This old man will apologize on behalf of Njǫrðr.”

“Thanks to the Chief of Public Security’s timely arrival, it didn’t escalate into a big deal. But… I didn’t think there would be anyone in this day and age who would bring up racial tolls.”

Reginleif laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

No matter how well-managed a city is, it is almost impossible to eradicate such corruption.

Knowing that, she had no intention of questioning Hymir, but it was necessary to urge caution.

It wasn’t just anyone; her student had almost been manhandled by a nasty man.

‘Even if Elsie is unruly… she must have been very surprised.’

Elsie, a cute prankster who was endlessly innocent and harmless, except when she liked to fight and sometimes went overboard.

Reginleif glanced worriedly in the direction where she was and continued.

“Besides… that man tried to forcibly drag our student away under the pretext of inspection and tolls. That delicate child must have been very surprised.”

Hymir’s eyes widened at Reginleif’s explanation of the situation.

‘Was he not just thinking of extorting money? What he said about the girl… that crazy bastard…’

Hymir looked back at Supervisor Rigar, who was under arrest, and rubbed his forehead.

It was clear that he was out of his mind to not only try to fill his own pockets with tolls but also to try to lay a hand on an academy student.

‘Should I have crushed his skull instead of just giving him a flick on the forehead? Or should I blow him away now?’

Hymir felt that an overall inspection was necessary and apologized to Reginleif.

“I apologize once again on behalf of the Nóatún gate guards. I will go and see the child who was threatened myself.”

He wasn’t confident in comforting a crying child.

But he needed to fulfill his responsibilities as Chief of Public Security.

It was more troublesome than usual.

Hymir was starting to get annoyed with Rigar.

Guided by Reginleif, Hymir headed to where the students were gathered and faced the black-haired male student who was looking at him with a nervous face.

‘Well-trained…’

Hymir’s eyes narrowed as he roughly gauged Doyun’s skills.

Had the level of Main Academy students risen to this point?

Whether it was because Odin was good at his job or because the students’ levels were generally high.

‘Odin has been sitting in Midgard for hundreds of years and has become a great educator, huh.’

Anyway, where was the child who was threatened?

Just as Hymir was thinking that, Reginleif gestured to Doyun.

“Doyun. Would you move aside? You can’t hide Elsie so well.”

“…Elsie?”

Hymir paused when he heard the familiar name.

It was because he was reminded of the day when his incompetent son had laid down his divinity and given his parents their first real gift.

It wasn’t a big deal.

It was news that his grandchildren had been born.

But that insignificant thing was more precious to Hymir than any treasure.

Was it the same for all old men who thought of their grandchildren?

He could see his grandson Dane, who was swinging his sword bravely, and his granddaughter Elsie, who was taking her first steps and toddling around.

It wasn’t easy to travel to and from Asgard, and he had his own responsibilities, so he had hardly seen his grandchildren since they were young.

But he could boast that he was an extremely doting grandfather, still carrying their pictures in his pocket.

It was just a child with the same name by chance, but when he imagined that greedy Rigar had threatened Elsie, he wanted to turn everything upside down right away.

“Elsie?”

Hymir, brought back to his senses by Reginleif’s voice, saw the black-haired boy step back slightly.

Thinking that he should contact his son after a long time, he looked down at the female student who was hiding behind the black-haired boy.

…

Dazzling silver hair that resembled his bloodline.

The lovely girl with long hair was looking up at him, her eyes wide with surprise.

Her jewel-like blue eyes were slightly watery.

On her white arm, with her sleeves rolled up, there was a red handprint left by that damn Rigar.

“…Huh?”

Hymir’s thoughts stopped at the sight of the child.

Let’s say the name could be the same by chance.

But there was no way he couldn’t recognize that appearance.

“Eh…?”

Elsie’s beautiful mouth opened, and a voice leaked out as if she didn’t know what was going on.

The bloodline of Adorencia.

Furthermore, the blue eyes and silver hair that proved Hymir’s bloodline were like a walking family certificate.

The girl in front of him was undoubtedly his granddaughter Elsie.

It was hard to believe, but there was no room for doubt.

“Oh my… my baby…”

“Ett, what…”

He had dismissed the saying that old people become more tearful as nonsense, but now it wasn’t.

Tears welled up, and Hymir wiped his eyes and rummaged through his pockets out of the blue.

Taking out a picture of baby Elsie toddling around, Hymir compared it to the Elsie in front of him and held out the picture.

Elsie, who had inadvertently received the picture, looked at it with a flustered expression.

“…Me?”

“It’s Elsie, isn’t it?”

“Is this a picture of Elsie when she was little?”

“C-Crazy! So cute!”

“Show me too.”

The Valkyries, including Thrud, who were clinging to Elsie, sparkled their eyes.

Doyun, who was watching from the side, also approached and covered his mouth after checking the picture.

Elsie, who was somewhat embarrassed, blushed and handed the picture back to Hymir.

How did this grandfather, who suddenly appeared, have Elsie’s childhood picture?

‘Not Dane…’

Elsie felt a sense of déjà vu as she recalled the time she had met Dane.

Elsie looked up at Hymir, who took the picture and cherished it in his arms.

Silver hair, blue eyes.

‘Eh… no way…’

Hymir, who was looking at Elsie with a benevolent smile, whispered something to Reginleif, who was standing next to him.

Then, noticeably, no, with wide eyes, she began to look back and forth between Elsie and Hymir.

“…?”

Elsie was in a situation she couldn’t understand.

Hesitating, she became a little anxious and wanted to get away.

However, there was no way out, surrounded by the kids, including Thrud.

Meanwhile, Hymir’s large hand began to pat Elsie’s head.

Elsie looked up at Hymir, inwardly concerned about her hair getting messed up.

Then, Hymir, who had been wearing a benevolent expression, suddenly changed to a face filled with emotion and picked up Elsie.

_Whoosh-!_

“Uwat-!”

Her vision suddenly rose.

Hymir, lifting his granddaughter up like an airplane, began to shake his body and spin around.

“Elsie! It’s your grandfather! Oh, this cute thing!”

“Eh?! Ett!? Huryak-!”

‘Grandfather? Elsie’s grandfather?!’

Elsie, who was lifted up like a doll by Hymir, was spinning around in her head.

“I haven’t been able to meet you since you were a child, so this grandfather is unfamiliar, right? Oh, what should I do with this lovely thing? If only that damn Tiwaz had contacted me more often…”

Endlessly tender eyes, gestures, and tone.

Although it was sudden, Elsie’s mind, which had been dizzy, gradually regained stability due to the endless affection Hymir was sending.

‘Grandfather, huh…’

Could there be such a coincidence?

It was an unexpected meeting.

Elsie’s expression, who had been wide-eyed at Hymir’s childlike joy, gradually softened.

The remnants of the unified Elsie Adorencia quietly began to create a feeling of joy.

Thus, an unexpected and touching reunion between granddaughter and grandfather took place at the eastern gate.