Chapter 122
Chapter 122
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 122
Chapter Title: Duty Room Detention
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“What’s the reason for summoning me? Don’t tell me you’re suspicious just because the Archery Club’s been doing well lately.”
A towering white building.
The student council hall, sickly pale, gave off an intensely cold vibe.
Its narrow, tower-like structure felt enclosed and intimidating.
In stark contrast to the beautifully adorned Magic Tower, which had become a landmark.
It wasn’t particularly popular with regular students.
Ban Hui-yeol glanced at No Jun-yeop, who was showing clear wariness, and let out a chuckle.
“The Archery Club is one of our school’s clubs too. With you climbing to second in the maintenance rankings through hard work, we’d only celebrate—why would we harbor needless suspicions?”
The reason Ban Hui-yeol had taken an interest in the Archery Club was curiosity about who had dethroned No Jun-yeop.
At first, circumstantial evidence had pointed him toward Loren.
A foreign noble taking over a club at Lion’s Castle?
He couldn’t tolerate it positionally, so he’d obsessed over it.
But recently, he’d learned the truth.
The Archery Club’s backer was Kang Jae-hyeok.
So, it was no longer his concern.
Ban Hui-yeol’s gaze lingered briefly on Jang Yeon-ju, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with No Jun-yeop.
Another chuckle escaped him.
Jang Yeon-ju was famously known for despising No Jun-yeop.
‘Summoned separately, yet they came together. My little courtesy’s gone to waste.’
Well, he’d planned to gather them in one place anyway, so it worked out.
Ban Hui-yeol explained why he’d called them.
“Do you remember the White Tiger beastman you encountered while carrying out Kang Jae-hyeok’s commission? The bastard dared to infiltrate our school with his underlings to get revenge on you.”
Jae-hyeok hadn’t given Ban Hui-yeol every detail.
He’d kept the parts about the Song family craftsman and the Dragon Fang Spear secret.
He hadn’t even mentioned the Dragon Fang Spear to Professor Yi So-young.
He couldn’t carelessly reveal the treasure the Song family craftsman had guarded even while clashing with the beastmen.
“The student council will detain you for your protection. Cooperate.”
That’s how things had ended up like this.
After his brief explanation, Ban Hui-yeol spoke to the general affairs girl.
“Guide them to their room.”
“You do it. I’m busy.”
“Isn’t ‘detain’ a term for criminals?”
Objections came at once.
Ban Hui-yeol rose from his seat, covering his sighing mouth with his fan.
“I’ll guide you personally—consider it an honor. I’ll correct ‘detain’ to ‘confine.’ Satisfied?”
“Detain or confine, it’s the same…”
Grumbling, Jang Yeon-ju and No Jun-yeop followed behind Ban Hui-yeol.
They’d heard about it from Jae-hyeok in advance.
They soon arrived in front of a large room.
“This is the duty room. It’s got a bathroom, toilet, basic kitchenette, and bedroom—should be comfortable enough.”
“?”
“?”
Jang Yeon-ju and No Jun-yeop’s eyes widened.
Because the room they were shown was too nice?
The Archery Club had plenty of nice rooms too.
There was just one thing they took issue with.
“Why only one room?” “You expect me to stay here with him?”
“Should we separate the protectees? That’s a waste of manpower.”
Ban Hui-yeol cut off their complaints decisively.
Taking advantage of their flustered moment, he shoved them inside and locked the door from the outside.
“Hey! Ban Hui-yeol!!”
A duty room that locks from the outside?
And why does the door have bars on it!
The horrified pair threw a fit.
They swung their mana wildly, as if ready to smash the door to pieces.
But the door, made of special metal, absorbed their mana.
“This is a jail…?”
So that’s why that bastard kept saying ‘detain.’
Realizing it late, the two ground their teeth as something suddenly thrust toward their faces.
A textbook Ban Hui-yeol had slipped through the bars.
“‘Men and women shouldn’t sit together after seven,’ but I doubt you two would cause trouble like that. Use this time to study. Finals are coming up.”
“Screw studying. Do I look like I give a damn about final grades right now?”
“If you’re still the Archery Club president, you might not worry about grades. But in your current state, you don’t even have a proper calling, do you?”
“…….”
Gate raids required a certain level of knowledge.
To get hired by a top organization and rise high, you needed to be skilled in both letters and arms.
That was why Lion’s Castle, a player training institution, had theory classes.
“…Gee, thanks so much, I’m just overflowing with gratitude. Since when has our great Vice President Ban Hui-yeol worried about me like this?”
“It’s about the school’s reputation. If a student heading out on dispatch next year acts like an idiot, it tarnishes our academy’s honor.”
“The school’s reputation and honor?”
No Jun-yeop doubted his ears.
Was Ban Hui-yeol the type to worry about the ‘school’s’ reputation and honor?
Absolutely not.
He might obsess over his own reputation and honor.
“Did you eat something bad? Is that why you locked us up here? Hey, is this place even safe?”
“Rest easy.”
Ban Hui-yeol elegantly adjusted his topknot with a graceful hand motion and turned away.
“I’m destined to be president. The school’s honor is my honor, so I’ll protect you without fail.”
Flutter.
As Ban Hui-yeol’s lime-green robe flared dramatically with his movement, briefly blocking Jang Yeon-ju and No Jun-yeop’s view before vanishing.
“…….”
The hallway beyond the bars was empty.
“Hmm…”
Standing side by side, Jang Yeon-ju and No Jun-yeop naturally met each other’s eyes.
Just the two of them in the room.
A man and a woman.
Damn it, goosebumps.
“Damn!”
“Annoying.”
Their relationship had definitely improved.
No longer seeing each other as enemies, they’d reached the stage of faint camaraderie.
But being alone together was a whole different issue.
They brushed off the goosebumps on their arms, grabbed the textbook, and moved as far apart as possible.
Jang Yeon-ju sat neatly at the desk, while No Jun-yeop perched casually on the windowsill, both turning their backs to each other.
‘Better study than talk to that guy.’
‘I’ll get better grades than her.’
For the first time, their minds aligned.
Like when shooting arrows, they dove into the textbooks they’d never bothered with before, burning with tremendous passion.
The effect was immediate.
The granddaughter of the Bow Saint and the self-proclaimed future Bow Saint.
Their archery-honed focus and endurance were unmatched.
‘Studying… isn’t so bad?’
In an environment where studying was the only option.
Two top students were about to be born.
***
“Where’s your escort? Why’d you come alone?”
A student council member spotted the bald boy striding confidently into the student council hall alone and tilted his head.
The bald… no, ‘suspected beastmen’ being found around school were supposed to move under the guidance squad’s control.
The bald boy smiled brightly.
“My escort’s dead.”
“…!”
If the student council member had been an ordinary student.
He wouldn’t have grasped the boy’s disjointed words and would’ve questioned back, exposing an opening.
Clang!
But the student council member was different.
Student council.
A group of elites proven in their fields.
Student council members excelled in either combat prowess or intellect without fail.
“Straight to attacking, huh? Don’t. Overreacting like that just makes you look scared and weak.”
Crash!
The sword gripped in the bald boy’s hand shattered.
Beastman.
Seeing the boy’s nails elongate sent chills down the student council member’s spine—he wanted to scream.
But protocol overrode his instincts.
Leap!
The student council member jumped back.
To hit the nearby emergency bell.
But before his hand reached it.
Grab!
“Humans are so slow.”
The beastman’s hand seized his wrist first.
Insane speed.
Feeling the beastman’s breath on his nape, the student council member trembled.
Elite or not, he was still a student.
He couldn’t overcome the fear of death.
“Don’t worry. I’m not planning to kill you yet. Obey well, and I might even let you live.”
The beastman whispered to him as tears welled up.
“You must know my goal, seeing this massive operation to catch me. They’ve hidden No Jun-yeop and Jang Yeon-ju somewhere here. Where? Guide me to them.”
Stab.
The beastman’s sharp claw lightly dug into the student council member’s back.
“Of course, act natural—no tipping off anyone around, right?”
Nod nod!
The student council boy nodded frantically.
The pain in his back and fear of death made him compliant.
“Good. That’s how it’s done.”
Satisfied, the beastman nodded toward his chin.
The student council boy didn’t resist.
He climbed the spiral stairs, guiding the beastman up to the tenth floor.
“Here? Plausible.”
Confirming the long hallway, the beastman whistled.
Red carpet and expensive-looking decorations everywhere.
The tenth floor had a completely different atmosphere from the lower levels.
Grand and solemn—it felt like something important had to be here.
“No Jun-yeop and Jang Yeon-ju are here, right?”
Nod nod!
The student council boy nodded repeatedly.
“Which room?”
“…I’ll guide you myself.”
“Why bother? Just tell me.”
“…….”
“Worried I’ll kill you?”
The beastman’s eyes curved slyly.
An artificial smile.
The angle of his eyes didn’t match the minimal movement of his facial muscles.
“Quick on the uptake. Good—your life just got extended a few minutes.”
“You said you’d let me live if I obeyed…”
“Right. But you didn’t obey just now.”
“P-please, forgive me just once…”
The student council boy begged desperately, to no avail.
“Enough. You’re not needed anymore.”
The beastman’s keen sense of smell had just picked up No Jun-yeop and Jang Yeon-ju’s scents.
“Kids who don’t listen die.”
Slash!
The beastman’s nails extended, eyes flashing red.
Like five blades sprouting.
“Aaahhhh!!”
The boy’s scream echoed down the hall.
Blood gushed like a fountain, staining the red carpet blue.
‘Blue blood?’
The startled beastman looked down at his hand.
Blue blood dripped steadily.
How’d I get cut?
As the beastman looked up, he saw a girl supporting the screaming boy with eyes squeezed shut.
Her face was familiar even to the beastman.
Grandmaster Yi So-young.
One of Lion’s Castle’s representative faces.
The one he’d desperately tried to avoid was now right in front of him.
“Good thing the faculty-side sweep ended quickly. That was really close.”
Rumble!
A crowd approached from the stairs behind him.
Student council students were swarming.
Trapped front and back.
“Grandmaster, huh. More than enough for me.”
The beastman chuckled.
No sign of distress.
There was more than one beastman infiltrating Lion’s Castle anyway.
Boom!!
Explosions rang out from all over the student council hall.