I Became an Academy Heroine Stalker

65 – Illusion Terror Incident – 2

“I know it’s hard to believe. But just believe it, don’t even think about it.”

“… You are amazing too.”

“I would have told you in advance that it was not a fiction or a joke, but the truth. Are you saying you don’t believe me?”

I feel like I want to applaud.

It’s crazy because it’s me, wouldn’t it be a story that would have jumped out right away if someone else heard it, ‘what is that, bitch’.

However, as I, who knew the entire story and heard the ending of this world and the history of the 51st episode of failure from Sua, it was not something to respond with ridicule and scolding.

Because what he said was an obvious fact until I possessed Han Tae-jin.

but.

It was just a little unsettling.

The one who struggles to save this world without knowing that he was eliminated from the mission.

I would like to say to that pitiful behavior, ‘Now that I’ve decided to fulfill that mission, you can stretch out and have a good night’s sleep’, but rather than another variable derived from it, it seemed better to choose silence like now.

Even though I felt a sense of guilt for the person who was ruined because of me.

But aside from that, sh*t was sh*t.

In the current situation where the game has turned upside down, there is no reason to listen even if you said it favorably, but it seemed like you were feeling a sense of resistance to the arrogant tone as if you were talking to someone below you.

Anyway, I think that guy needs to get language training before personality training.

I understand what is desperate, but isn’t it a communication method that savage people would do to ask for understanding through coercion and threats rather than request?

‘Or did the original work collapse and cause infant regression?’

anyway.

“… Can I trust you?”

He replied with a puzzled expression.

“I understand. It’s a big deal to take lightly. But it’s all true, and it’s also true that you’re putting me in a pretty embarrassing situation.”

… Who was it that couldn’t adapt to the change in the first place and was clumsy? If you hadn’t threatened anything when we first met, we wouldn’t have reached such a catastrophe.

He wanted to throw out his dog-like resentment, but took a deep breath to control his instincts and take care of his reason.

It’s just that my mouth hurts.

By the way, is the original author a magician of words?

How do you make that bastard look like an attractive cold-blooded character?

It’s not a novel, there’s no such thing as a crazy bastard because you’ve experienced it in real life.

I’d rather reveal everything now.

[hey! you too?]

[hey! me too!]

The possessed chairs embraced each other, laughed hahahahahoho, and unfolded a great adventure story.

Even if it is revealed, the bastard Choi Do-han is the one who will give a damn about why he put the noble protagonist in trouble by revealing it now.

For me, who was chosen as a missionary, the existence of ‘Choi Do-han’ is now similar to a villain.

If even one [perk] fell out when I defeated him, it would have been so long ago.

However, the 3D possessed chair should be kind enough to understand the 2D possessed chair.

by the way.

“I don’t know anything else, and I don’t understand why you ask me to stay away from Sua, Mijin, or Hannah.”

“What?”

“I didn’t come close, and what am I doing?”

“So even if you’re being mean.”

“f*ck you.”

“What?”

Today is an important day.

Also very much.

That’s why I want to keep my composure and focus only on the decisive battle with De Roch, but facing this bastard, it feels like a tsunami is rising on the quiet surface of the water.

Perhaps the head monk will also cast a skull smasher with a wooden table, saying, ‘The flesh of the Bodhisattva Tree is the flesh to kill!’ will be.

I poured my heart into it and cried out.

f*ck you.

Choi Do-han’s expression hardened unexpectedly.

“That means you’re going to betray my sincerity?”

Ha, I’m sick of even arguing now.

He sighed and furrowed his brow in disgust.

“I’m sorry for swearing, but if you think you’re going to keep talking nonsense, just leave.”

I even tried to take a step back.

“for a moment.”

“Again, what?”

“Then let me ask you one last thing.”

“What.”

It’s the last time, so what kind of nonsense will I say again this time?

After waiting for a while, the guy who checked the surroundings again spoke quietly.

“Today is a very important day for me, so I hope it is unobtrusive. Even if I’m in danger, I’m saying don’t step out. Got it?”

… So, when you defeat Villain de Roque, don’t even think about touching it.

But, what is the basis for the confidence that you can defeat it alone?

Have you really dabbled in dark magic?

“What are you talking about again?”

“There is such a thing. After this evening, you will know why I said this. And you will regret it. Not believing the truth.”

미친 새끼가.

Who would believe me if I said, ‘I am the main character in a novel that will save this world’.

Because it’s me, that’s how it ends.

not.

let’s not talk

“okay. take care of it.”

As if chasing away an intrusive merchant, he gestured and answered in a troublesome tone.

It was unsettling at first.

I felt a little guilty thinking that it was because of me.

However, as each second passed, the feeling of guilt faded and the sense of responsibility increased.

It was a sense of responsibility that I didn’t want to ruin Ersia’s 52nd recurrence by having the hidden information stolen by a guy like that.

And with this face-to-face meeting, one thing became clear.

That he thought he could defeat Der Loch.

And that meant that he had undergone some kind of change between the time he entered the submerged mode and the impoverished mode.

Because that confidence doesn’t look like a guest. Rather, it seemed that they regarded me as a target to check on the acquisition of hidden information, so it seemed clear that there was something.

and i

I decided to place that possibility in black magic.

It was a very useful encounter.

If you can infer the inside story of the opponent, you will be able to deal with it more actively.

Behind me as I turned around, I heard Choi Do-han’s warning again.

“Please keep that in mind. It could hurt your nose.”

Yes, f*ck you.

##

“Hey! This is really cool!”

“Wow! How did you make this?”

“Oh oh! young master! Look at this!”

… As soon as the afternoon festival begins, Lesha goes wild. My son-in-law’s intentions were completely unexpected, just excited words.

By now, the time is 5:00 PM.

There are only three hours left before the Illusion Terrorist incident takes place.

And Sua was following me around.

With a stiff expression similar to mine.

‘It must be because of the terrorist incident.’

He didn’t directly mention the future, but he said to me that ‘I feel ominous’.

As I said before, the words of those who know the future said that they were always miserable, so they only gave words.

‘But if it’s a case this big, can’t we talk about it with only three hours left? Also to prepare.’

That’s what I think, but there must be some law that 1st round newbies can’t fathom for the 52nd round regressor.

‘What… After all, he’s a newbie in the second round of the time limit.’

Because I know until the middle and late half of the original story.

Anyway, as I was walking around the playground that had turned into a festival ground with the excited Lesha, I saw Hanna and Mijin on the other side.

“Ah, Taejin! Sister Raina!”

Mijin finds us and approaches us waving her hand.

Mijin, who was in charge of [painting] at this festival, had several drawings on her cheeks and hands.

Similarly, a painting was drawn on the cheek of Hannah, who was in charge of painting with Mijin.

heart-shaped.

“Did you paint Hannah too?”

“Ah, what. I just did it because Mijin kept telling me to do it.”

“Nice job! Does Hannah look good with her red hair?”

Mijin asks in an excited voice.

I thought the two of them were a little awkward, but it seems that they have become quite close through preparations for this festival.

“Will you do Sua? I think drawing a cross would be really pretty… !”

“I am grateful, but I am fine.”

Mi-jin was excited and asked, but Su-ah refused quite coldly.

It seemed that Sua was also feeling a lot of pressure, as she was about to go into a gig.

Mijin’s sullen gaze reached Reina.

“ah! Shall I draw Raina unni?!”

… Mijin’s eyes light up again.

It was the look in her eyes that would make her feel guilty as if she had done something bad if she refused again after Sua.

I hoped Raina would take good care of him.

“Kyaa-! really? Am I doing it too?! Then I’ll do it in a star shape!”

… uh, well

Are you really excited about our Lesha?

Well, there are still three hours left, so there’s no need to weigh in.

Lechae looked at me, smiled happily and nodded as if to say, “Receive it.”

However.

“OK! Then the boy goes too! Today, it seems like it would be worth seeing if it was painted!”

“Right! good! It would be okay for me to do unnie and Hanna to do Taejin!”

… ?

Why am I suddenly

I never said I would take it

You don’t want to fight De Roque with a dainty painted face?

Then, the dignity of the missionary does not stand?

“Eww?!”

However, the protest mixed with resistance did not even come out, and I had to head to the painting studio, guided by Lesha’s strong power.

##

-Swipe swipe.

All sorts of painting tools are laid out in a small space with a tent.

I accidentally sat down, and Hannah’s hand was painting my cheeks.

and.

“next! Sua!”

“… I never said I would get… .”

“Then why are you here! Didn’t you follow me because you wanted to receive it? Hurry up and sit down!”

“Oh, no. sister… !”

“Ugh! For today, take off your nun clothes and have fun?”

“That, it’s not… !”

“Oh hey, Mr. Sua! I did too! It’s prettier when we’re all together!”

“This, this goes against maintaining dignity as a believer from birth… !”

Sua, who had followed me, was caught in the hands of Lesha and Mijin and ended up sitting on a chair crying and eating mustard.

A 52nd round regressor who gets painted.

Suddenly, feeling as if she was in a more pitiful situation than I was, she closed her eyes toward Sua, raised the corners of her mouth, and lowered her head.

It was the smile of the possessor, asking him to humbly accept his fate.

Besides, because Lesha said it would be fun and said she would try it, Sua had to have both cheeks painted.

… Anyway, why is Hannah shaking her hands?

“that… It’s going well, right?”

I was worried and asked Hannah.

“Sour. shaking.”

A short answer came back.

Yes, I had to answer inwardly.

Instead of answering, I looked sideways and saw that Hannah, who had entered the realm of ‘painter’, was even sweating.

It’s hot inside the tent, but not enough to make you sweat.

Also, I heard that Hannah did all of Mijin’s paintings, so why are you so nervous?

make the recipient anxious.

Wouldn’t it be uneasy if you go to the dentist and put the mouthpiece on so that you can’t take it out, and then insert the handpiece as if you’re suffering from tremor?

So is it?

Before I knew it, my legs were trembling nervously.

What is this upsetting about?

In a situation where the time passes 6 o’clock and the illusion terrorism incident is less than 2 hours away?

“after… all done… .”

Fortunately, it was over in a short time.

It’s like, ‘I burned it white… ’ Hanna exhaled, lowering her head like a boxer sitting down in the corner of the ring.

I quickly picked up a mirror and looked at my cheeks.

“… ?”

put the mirror in place.

I hope the illusion will attack soon.