Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 146
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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 146
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A few days after the exam.
The officers of the upper class who had gone on a training trip returned, and the magic hall began to take on the same atmosphere as usual.
Thanks to the increase in people. Rather, it is a bit noisy due to the return of theater fanatic Baekcheon and martial arts fanatic Mak Hoyeol, but there is nothing special about the atmosphere.
Chu Il-hwan once again called Instructor So Hong to his office.
“Did you call, Instructor?”
“Ahem. First, please sit down.”
Chu Il-hwan, who greeted her with a somewhat timid tone, glanced at her and then turned his head.
‘It was a misjudgment. It wasn’t that the love sickness was cured, it was that the way the love sickness was treated changed.’
It took a while for her, who had been losing weight day by day, to regain her original appearance.
Before she knew it, her face had started to get oily, and her loose-fitting instructor uniform was starting to feel tight.
“Ahem. By the way, has there been anything uncomfortable recently?”
When Chu Il-hwan, who was embarrassed to point out that she had gained weight, asked that question, So-hong lowered her head.
“… So, did you notice it?”
“That, that wasn’t so obvious!”
Chu Il-hwan waved his hand in surprise and quickly made up his mind.
“Well, it’s okay now, but I’m asking because I’m worried that if things continue this way, it might be difficult for you to perform your duties as an instructor.”
At Chu Il-hwan’s words, So-hong blushed and lowered her head, and hunger surged within her.
“I apologize for my incompetence.”
I have never felt so helpless in my life.
It wasn’t the first time in my life that I failed a mission. However, even if I failed a mission, I gained something. At least I was able to grow from my failure.
But this time, there was no clue at all.
Because of that, it was difficult to endure binge eating day after day, so I often had to satisfy my hunger with late-night snacks.
It was a vicious cycle.
With negative thoughts such as whether it would be possible to seduce a man with such a fat body, her binge eating disorder became more severe.
I would often experience binge eating again, along with negative thoughts like, “What’s the point of doing that anyway?”
At the sight of Sohong, who was completely exhausted, Chu Il-hwan swallowed his saliva and asked carefully.
“If it’s okay with you, Instructor So, could you tell me what’s so difficult?”
Sohong thought about it for a moment.
It is impossible to reveal that he came to the Magic Hall on a mission to seduce Prince Pal.
But, it feels like the side effects have already reached the tip of my tongue, making it difficult to just endure it alone.
So, she decided to reveal her true feelings, leaving out only the details about the day.
“Actually, the side effect of the magic I learned is bulimia.”
“Ugh… .”
Only then did Chu Il-hwan understand why Instructor So-hong was gaining weight day by day. While he was drooling, So-hong continued speaking.
“I tried to endure it somehow, but I got more and more angry at my own incompetence, and it became harder and harder to endure it each day. And when I saw my pitiful reflection in the mirror, I would get angry again and binge eaters would come back.”
“What are you talking about? Incompetent. Everyone was lost when they first took on the role of instructor. I, too, was always swayed by side effects and almost caused an accident at first. It was only because the governor stopped me every time that I was able to hold on until now.”
At Chu Il-hwan’s consolation, So-hong, who had hesitated for a moment, opened her mouth again.
“But haven’t all the officials already seen it? The mistakes I made at first, and my current ugly appearance.”
Chu Il-hwan shook his head at her grumbling.
“As time goes by, mistakes are forgotten. Especially in this place, the Magic Hall. In just one year and four months, there will be no one who remembers the current Instructor So. By then, the only thing the new Instructors will remember is the skilled and excellent Instructor So Hong.”
If only Instructor Sohong would come to his senses.
I tried hard to swallow the words that followed.
So-hong, who had actually received comfort from Chu Il-hwan, had a strange feeling.
It was certainly true, and it was comforting in its own way, but there was just one problem.
‘There’s no need to look good to the officials coming in then…’
Her target was only one person. It was Ichimoku.
Unable to reveal her true feelings, she decided to express them vaguely.
“But… how can I, as a woman, live with a body like this?”
At her grumbling, Chu Il-hwan shouted urgently.
If the instructor had committed suicide due to the side effects of the magic, it would have been difficult in many ways.
“What are you talking about, Instructor So? Even now, you are still beautiful enough!”
“Me, me?”
“That’s right! And men who are blinded by appearances are not to be trusted in the first place! Shouldn’t we look at the inside? I thought the confident attitude that Instructor So displayed when he first came as an instructor was really cool!”
To block out her negative thoughts, Chu Il-hwan started talking nonsense.
“Of course, I believe that even now, the inner self of the small instructor still remains from that time! Besides, appearance is not important! So, please return to the confident attitude you showed at first!”
After Chu Il-hwan’s barrage of praise ended.
“… … .”
“… … .”
An odd silence fell over the office.
Chu Il-hwan, who had complimented the other person’s appearance and charm without realizing it, and So-hong, who had suddenly been showered with compliments, turned their heads awkwardly and looked at the other person repeatedly.
Perhaps it was difficult to endure the awkward silence, but in the end, Chu Il-hwan spoke first.
“Ahem. Bird, come to think of it, it’s almost club time. I, I’ll get up now.”
“Then I’ll take my leave now.”
The two of them quickly got up and left Chu Il-hwan’s office as soon as they left.
For the two of them, who had never been in a relationship before, this situation was extremely unfamiliar.
‘Whew. Why is my heart beating so fast all of a sudden? Is this also a side effect of the magic?’
‘I want to eat! I’m so hungry I could go crazy!’
So much so that it could be mistaken for a side effect of magic.
* * *
Maybe it was because I was spending each day peacefully. Time flew by in an instant.
It was thanks to the fact that I was sluggish and did my training half-heartedly every day during class time and took a nap during club time.
Meanwhile, Instructor Sohong also gradually found stability.
It was thanks to the regular counseling sessions at the infirmary and the continuous care of Instructor Chu Il-hwan.
Of course, Ichimoku had no interest in the strange atmosphere that was developing between the two instructors.
Only a few questions remain.
‘Wasn’t he a pedophile?’
Why did he approach me when I was only sixteen, and now why is he getting close to Chu Il-hwan, who is forty?
‘Isn’t he a pedophile, or just a side effect of increased sexual desire?’
When Ichimoku thought about the side effects that would occur if a man learned the art of sorcery, he soon lost interest.
I was just content to live comfortably, day by day.
But one day, a month or so later.
In that repetitive daily routine, two changes occurred.
“Please take good care of me, Your Majesty!”
Ilmok frowned and asked at the sight of Joo Seo-yeon brightly greeting him from the first class in the morning.
“Shouldn’t the Joo Seo-yeon government be going that way?”
When I asked, pointing to the opposite side of the training ground where the second-grade external training was taking place, Joo Seo-yeon answered with a bright smile.
“I heard from Instructor Eun-ryeo. She said that starting today, you will be receiving training in Class A. Hahahaha!”
At that bright answer, Ichimoku had a hard time controlling his facial expression.
‘Why? I was the first to drop out twice, even at the risk of side effects?’
Following the eighth test, in the ninth test held yesterday, Ilmok was the first to go to Ju Seo-yeon and swing his sword.
As it was a difficult result to accept, Ilmok asked questions directly during his interview with Chu Il-hwan.
There is a meeting time with the instructor that comes after every test.
To Ilmok’s question, Chu Il-hwan answered as if it was nothing.
“It’s all because of you that this has happened.”
“…yes?”
“Because you are so outstanding, the evaluation criteria have changed a little.”
Chu Il-hwan shrugged his shoulders and added a detailed explanation.
“You were the best from the beginning, but from around the fourth test, didn’t you become so good that the other officials couldn’t even keep up with you? Therefore, the evaluations of the officials who were hit by you in the early stages of the test are being treated as invalid.”
If it was during regular class time, it would be okay, but during the test, it was just like a disaster.
Because regardless of skill, the situation was unfolding in which rankings were determined simply by the order in which the Ichimoku were caught.
So, this was the solution that the instructors came up with by putting their heads together.
“Instead, they are evaluating you based on the skills you showed during regular training. In the case of Ju Seo-yeon, it was the skills you showed during the seventh test, the Non-Mu-Hoe. In addition, the instructors’ usual evaluations were added to raise you to the top level.”
Was it because Ilmok’s expression was crumpled? Chu Il-hwan spoke as if trying to appease Ilmok.
“It’s all your decision.”
While Ilmok was frowning, wondering what kind of crazy talk this was, Chu Il-hwan continued his explanation.
“Since the rankings of other officials are determined by you, you must be worried about many things. The evaluations of officials who were eliminated early on will not be reflected in your results, so you can take the test with peace of mind.”
“… If you could be so considerate, wouldn’t it be better to exclude me from the exam?”
The level of my Talhonmujeonggeom achievements was so high that every time I swung the sword, it felt like I was walking on thin ice.
So, it was a point where I wished I was excluded from the exam.
“I’m sorry, but the governor didn’t allow that. He said he couldn’t give too much special treatment to one official.”
In response to the governor’s instructions, I had no choice but to give up.
Because he was an old fart who couldn’t be persuaded unless he borrowed the teacher’s halo.
Finally, Ichimoku, who left the palace with a sigh, turned his head and looked at the training ground.
‘Why, now there are only familiar people left.’
Dokgo-pae and Kwak-sul. Bang Mi-hwa and Ha-young. Jeong-hyeon and Joo Seo-yeon.
After looking over the details, Ichimoku nodded with a convinced expression.
‘Well, since it’s magic that’s learned, it’s only natural that the crazier one is, the higher the level.’
I had completely forgotten that I was the only one among them.
Then, Ichimoku’s gaze fell on the three members of the meditation club.
‘But how are those guys still alive?’
Is there some kind of madness I don’t know about?
When Il-mok looked at them with an expression that seemed to be of utter doubt, the trio looked away, trembling with anxiety.
The trio were so obsessed with each other that even just making eye contact would make you break out in a cold sweat and give you an ominous feeling.
* * *
After completing the morning consultation and training and having lunch.
A second change was welcomed at first glance.
It was supposed to be Instructor Eunryeo’s non-combat training session, but for some reason, a young man was with Eunryeo.
The man, who looked to be in his early thirties, had a scholarly air about him.
“I am Acting Instructor An Jeok-un, who has been dispatched from Bagua Jeon to teach you the formation methods for the next three months starting today.”
At Instructor Eun-ryeo’s introduction, the scholar-like man took a step forward and opened his mouth.
“I am An Jeok-un, the Bangju of Jinsunbang, affiliated with the Bagua Chronicles. Jinsunbangju, Bangju, Instructor, or Acting Instructor. It doesn’t really matter what you call me, so feel free to call me whatever you want.”
At An Jeok-un’s introduction, Ichimoku raised his hand with a trembling expression.
“The Magic Hall is said to be a one-stop shop. I have a question for you, Lord Jinson Bangju.”
Considering the attitude he usually displayed during class, it was a truly amazing sight.
Because the person who approached education with the same attitude as a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse was none other than Ilmok.
And when An Jeok-un heard Ilmok’s name, his eyes lit up for a moment.
‘That famous eight-legged Confucius.’
Recently, within the Cheonmasin Church, the person who had the greatest influence, perhaps next to Cheonma, was none other than the Palgongja, so An Jeok-un’s interest was bound to be piqued.
I wonder what kind of question the famous Eight Confucius would ask. With that curiosity in his mind, An Jeok-un answered.
“Ask me.”
“I know very well that formations are important. But why am I only learning formations now, nine months into my training at the Magic Academy?”
At least among the disciples of the Magic Academy, there was no one who felt the importance of formation more than Ichimoku.
‘If only I had known the method, I wouldn’t have flowed into Dohwaryeong!!’
Ichimoku couldn’t help but ask why on earth they were only teaching that important formation now, because it was so unfair.
To Ilmok’s question, An Jeok-un answered in an indifferent tone, hiding his interest.
“First of all, I need to correct something. You say you are teaching formations, but you are not teaching how to handle formations. You are only teaching how to notice formations and deal with them. Formations are complex and mysterious, so they are not something that can be learned in just three months of instruction.”
As a scholarly man, An Jeok-un added an answer to Ilmok’s question after correcting a sentence that could be misunderstood.
“And the reason why education on formations has been delayed is simple. First of all, there are many disciples of the Magic Academy who are not interested in formations. Like that disciple over there.”
The person An Jeok-un pointed to with an indifferent attitude was none other than Dokgo-pae.
Dokgo-pae, who was yawning very openly, had the attitude of, ‘If you’re a man, you should definitely charge straight ahead! There’s no need for formations!’
Although it would have been infuriating to see her confident attitude despite her own criticism, An Jeok-un looked at Il-mok again as if he was not interested at all.
“And the second reason is that if you teach the formation from the beginning of the entrance exam, accidents often occur.”
“If it was an accident, what kind of accident was it?”
To Ilmok’s question, An Jeok-un answered.
“There are some people who, claiming to use their knowledge of formations they learned in a careless manner, end up destroying the formations spread out in the examination room.”
When I taught the formation, people kept ruining the formation in the exam room, so I decided to teach it at the end.
Anyway, after three months. After the second year, we will be going outside to do practical training instead of testing.
At An Jeok-un’s logical explanation, Ilmok nodded and thought.
‘I’ve felt this way all along, but the military and here are no different. Damn.’
I was reminded of the South Korean military’s practice of throwing away chopsticks that were allegedly used as suicide tools, and even collecting shoelaces or military bootlaces that were allegedly used as suicide tools.
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