No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 56

I had no idea why people were reacting like this. So I naturally decided to untie the students who were tied up like dried pollack in order to test Shin Myohan first.

When I nodded to Ryuseong to untie them, he twirled a knife used for cutting steak with his hand while sitting and swung it at the air without even moving a foot. Then with a snap.

“Gasp!”

The red ropes were cut. Not a single scratch was left on the students’ bodies, only the ropes were cut. It meant that even while launching a not properly sharpened knife into the void with his inner energy, Ryuseong didn’t lose control, so even those who were freed couldn’t do anything else and blankly stared at Ryuseong. But Ryuseong only raised his eyebrows and asked back.

“Is there a problem?”

There shouldn’t be a problem, but a huge problem arose in my heart. It was Ryuseong’s growth rate that made no sense compared to the original work.

‘No, there’s no way this bastard can be this strong at this point.’

Don’t tell me he became even stronger because he became my roommate and turned into a practice room punching bag every day? Did he level up?!

‘Then how am I supposed to beat this guy?!’

It was a headache. But that was only for a moment, a grand and intimidating rumble came from Hae Yuna’s stomach who was pretending to be asleep. At this point, if I don’t feed them, the spirit of Koreans would weep, so kind me had no choice but to signal them to bring food.

“Ryuseong, watch them so they don’t fight.”

“…”

“What if they hit each other’s heads with food trays?”

At my following words, Ryuseong got up as if he had no choice. The most noticeable person among the students who got up and grabbed food trays as if they had been waiting was none other than Hae Yuna.

She was running like crazy and scooping up food. Only then did Lee Hyang, who realized she had been pretending to sleep on his shoulder, belatedly got angry and chased after her.

Around that time, I called Shin Myohan separately.

Myohan, who was about to participate in the running march, opened her eyes wide at my gesture and approached.

Then Logan, who was going to get food, and Ryuseong, who was watching them, also tried to come my way, but I showed my palm and stopped them from coming.

On the other hand, Shin Myohan was making a sad pretense while holding her hungry stomach.

“What. Are you trying to starve only me? Is this the life of a neglected child?”

I completely ignored her words and said what I had to say.

“I’m thinking of entrusting the disciplinary member armband to Ryuseong.”

“Can you just give that to anyone like that?”

“Aren’t I Cassice Demillang?”

As Shin Myohan hit her forehead and laughed, I leaned my upper body forward and whispered subtly. A volume that others couldn’t hear. To say it firmly, it was a faint voice that seemed to be buried by the noise those reckless and erratic students were making while holding food trays and being irritable.

“But I’m worried the students might go against my will. Didn’t you see their insolent behavior just now?”

“Ah…”

I shrugged as if I had no idea why they were doing that. Isn’t it about time you explain why they’re acting like that after throwing this much bait, Ms. Shin Myohan?

And Shin Myohan granted my wish.

“Because you didn’t say you were giving orders, but used the expression of doing it together.”

“Ah, it is an order…”

“Still, the nuance makes a difference between ‘ah’ and ‘eo’, so everyone seemed surprised thinking you really love Ryuseong a lot.”

“…”

“I’m glad you found a good partner and family…”

“What an insolent thing to say.”

Instantly, I couldn’t hold back and laughed. I just want to sleep with him, not properly exchange emotions or feel anything humane like that. Delusions are free, but isn’t this too much?

“Don’t ever say that again.”

Before I rip that tongue out, I was about to add.

Clang-!

A food tray fiercely hit the top of a person’s head, producing a clear sound. When I turned back in shock, the panting Hae Yuna was raising the food tray she had knocked Logan down with once again. Ryuseong, who I had sent to stop them, was instead blocking Diedrich and Capone from rushing at Hae Yuna… Oh my, what a headache!

Tell me it’s my imagination that the armband on my arm suddenly feels heavy!

“Are you all infected with a disease that you can’t control yourselves without me?”

I overwhelmed them with compressed mana as if suppressing them. When I pressured them so strongly that their lungs were crushed, weak squeaks like wheezing chickens came out.

I felt sorry for applying the pressure of energy even to Logan who had already collapsed, but I was pissed because Ryuseong was standing stiffly with his head held high regardless of whether I suppressed him or not.

What are you doing when I sent you to stop them?

So, as a disciplinary member, I decided to punish them.

“50 laps around the playground.”

“What?”

“The slowest person to achieve it will do an additional 10 laps.”

“What?”

Around then, Diedrich, who was quick-witted, started running.

I gestured toward the exit.

“Aren’t you going?”

Then screams like “Ahhhh, get out of the way, get lost” erupted and everyone started running. Ugh. If you were going to do this, why did you fight?

I’m not curious about why they fought and have no intention of resolving it for them. I don’t want to get involved in their lives that are intricately intertwined. Their lives and emotions are their responsibility.

I just want to let them know that if they express their emotions at inappropriate moments in front of others, there will be risks.

Lead them? Teach and guide them?

Nonsense.

‘My personality may be good, but what are you saying? I hate bothersome things!’

The unconscious Logan was left behind pitifully, but after finishing my meal, I hopped over him and walked briskly to the classroom.

‘I need to go study in advance and review!’

Ah, and the performance evaluation too.

‘I have to finish it early…’

But…

‘Th, there’s no time…’

In this novel, there is a secret trick that evil professors pull out when the midterm exam is approaching. Its name is none other than the performance evaluation!

‘I’m busy enough just studying for the exam!’

Performance evaluations started to be issued recklessly to drastically lower the grades!

‘Still, the good thing is that unlike the main exam, the performance evaluation is theory-centered…’

The 1st year 1st semester midterm performance evaluation is theory-centered, but it changes from the 1st year 1st semester final. Just when you think they’ll let you catch a breath with the school trip, the class competition immediately follows.

The performance practice mock battle between classes that accounts for a whopping 50% of the final grades.

‘They make us practice human-to-human combat almost every time, even if we don’t encounter monsters.’

There is one reason why prospective conquerors who have to face monsters must strive in human-to-human combat. In fact, those called monsters or Named cannot be distinguished from humans. Not only in intelligence but also in appearance.

‘That’s why monsters that can transform into humans are scary.’

The fact that there may be enemies among us. Just that one possibility could cause people to have internal strife. It’s nothing new, but the reason Ryuseong’s non-killing principle could be maintained in the original work despite countless tragedies was because most of what he killed were Named. The cases that didn’t belong to ‘most’ drove Ryuseong into a hell-like sense of self-reproach.

‘So is that why Ryuseong asked if I know the weight of murder?’

But the Ryuseong at this point has never killed a human because he couldn’t distinguish them from Named.

‘Then, is it because of the guilt from the days of wandering the wilderness and tearing apart corpses?’

If not that, then…?

I don’t know what it is, but anyway, the school before the exam was in turmoil.

The upperclassmen practically lived in the practice rooms and occasionally occupied even the 1st year practice rooms, so Ryuseong sometimes went to the practice room only to come back empty-handed to my side. Should I call it an unexpected gift from the seniors?

But the professors consistently only gave us a hard time. We had to do about five group assignments with the same team, and the exam was only a week away.

So I racked my brain and decided to completely freeload on the remaining theoretical group assignments. I abused the authority of being a disciplinary member.

“I won’t intervene, so prove that you have become true friends through the group assignments.”

“Is there even a need for that? We’re really getting along well these days.”

This was what Lee Hyang said through gritted teeth. Goosebumps were popping up on the arm he had around Logan’s shoulder. Logan also seemed to be trying to say something.

“Th, that’s right. We’re close… Ugh.”

“Hey! You think I don’t want to throw up?!”

When Logan shook off the arm he had around Lee Hyang’s shoulder and dry heaved, Lee Hyang shouted as if wronged.

But in fact, their rebellion was futile. My purpose isn’t to torture them, it’s to secure my study time.

“I won’t accept any objections. However, if you bring back perfect scores on all the group assignments.”

“Then?”

“I’ll try to appeal to the principal that you seem to have gotten along well enough.”

“…!”

It ended with those words. I am the god of freeloading. Judging by Ryuseong’s squinting eyes looking at me, he seems to have noticed my intentions, but who cares? What can you do? I’m saying I need to study.

‘Does it even make sense that I have to rank at least 2nd in a subject I’m seeing for the first time in my life…?’