Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: I Like Club Activities
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"Raphael."
"If you're going to say something weird, stay quiet."
"Raphael."
"Quiet."
I kept calling out to her while plastered to the desk, but her responses were brutally cold. This is too much.
She pressed her index finger to her lips and went back to her own business. What's so great about that damn phone that she's glued to it?
I stayed fused to the desk, calling Raphael over and over. The reason was painfully simple.
I wanted to whine.
"Should I drop out? Let's just disappear. Then the Earth can go ahead and perish on its own, and we can head back to the Heaven Realm, right?"
Now she's not even responding. I'm going crazy. No matter how much I do it, I never get used to this damn training.
Why is that? Normally, this kind of thing turns into a routine once you're used to it. I've been at it for quite a while, but the morning-lunch-evening training, training, training routine still doesn't feel familiar.
The one silver lining is that I started learning that footwork technique this morning. Romance is a must for any man.
But once morning training ends, I have Justitia's sessions, and in the evening, hell training awaits. That fact fills me with sorrow.
I tried to ease that sorrow a bit.
But our angel is just staring at her phone.
"What the hell are you looking at?"
"I'm reading the raid report on the boss that died because of you yesterday, Seong-hoon."
Well, now I have nothing to say. Even when I narrowed my eyes at her, Raphael didn't spare me a glance.
Just live with your phone, then.
With nothing else to do, I turned to torment the cat at least.
She's pretending to sleep. I almost woke her but held back. If anyone else sees, we're screwed.
So I stared blankly ahead, and someone stood in front of me. I could tell who it was just from the shadow.
It was a bob cut, so I stayed still. There's only one person with a bob who would come to me.
"What is it, Sophia?"
"Sophia?"
Huh? The response was weird, so I looked up. Instead of the silver hair that should be there, something else was.
Blue eyes were looking down at me.
Calling someone the wrong name is a huge faux pas normally.
But I didn't care, so I waited for her to get to the point. Soon, the blue-haired girl spoke.
"That breathing technique. It's not working well."
"It won't click right away. Just do it like I told you."
"Can't you teach me after school?"
I tilted my head at the question. After school? That's hell training time. What does she want me to teach?
As I pondered, a voice came from the side. The usual annoying one.
"Seong-hoon, no training this week. They're starting final practice training next week."
The blue-haired girl nodded at the same time.
"Annoying. Just do as you're told."
"Give and take."
What? Her short words were hard to follow. Does she mean I should teach her since she taught me her family's footwork?
I don't want to give up the footwork, though.
I didn't agonize long. It's all upside for me. It's not hard to explain a few things.
She's in the same class as Isia, so she'll figure it out. Then she'll take out Kim Tae-hyun. Thank you very much.
"Alright, then after─"
Something shot between us, cutting me off. It stood blocking me and Shin Chae-yeon.
I saw a smiling face. Smiling, but veins bulging on her forehead. Her lips trembled.
What the hell.
"What the hell?"
Shin Chae-yeon pushed her face from behind in disbelief, but got blocked.
"Excuse me."
The black-haired girl blocking us spoke. She slammed the desk and shoved her face in mine.
"Didn't you agree to do club activities with me today...?"
"Did I?"
BAM!!!!!!!
The desk Isia gripped split in half—no exaggeration—with fragments falling onto my lap.
Frozen in place, she smiled at me and asked.
"We did, right?"
Of course. Absolutely.
"I like club activities."
I agreed to teach Shin Chae-yeon tomorrow morning and, though not exactly in exchange, jotted down a few notes for her.
Explaining verbally would be the same, but this might be better.
"Or maybe not."
Not sure. I tilted my head as I climbed the stairs. I told Raphael to wait in the classroom.
Isia had already gone to the club room. I planned to finish my errand quickly and head back. If I'm late, she'll get mad again, so better hurry.
I rushed up the stairs and opened the rooftop door. A gust of wind greeted me immediately.
A warm breeze blew like a welcoming committee. My hair lifted with it.
In my widened view, silver hair fluttered. Sophia smiled awkwardly at me.
She smiled upon spotting me. Her slightly flushed cheeks told me the weather had warmed up.
"Wh-why'd you call me up here?"
Sophia asked awkwardly as I approached. She couldn't meet my eyes and fidgeted like someone full of anticipation.
The reason I called her here was simple.
Giving her the ring in front of others might cause misunderstandings. When I gave it to Isia, it was in front of her grandfather whom I'd never see again, so no issue. But handing it over where people could see felt off.
The ring, enhanced with mana, was even better than in the original.
It was already strong enough to rampage with, but now even better meant I could summon Sophie Mong without worry in danger.
As I pulled out the ring, Sophia's eyes widened.
She looked back and forth between me and the ring, swallowed hard, and held out her hand.
"Why are you shaking so much?"
"B-because I'm nervous...!"
Why is she nervous? I need to hand it over quick and go. I don't want to get split in half like that desk.
I was too harsh. Taking the club president position and then ignoring her was wrong.
I grabbed Sophia's hand, which she held out palm-up while looking away. Her closed eyes twitched. She bit her remaining hand.
Why is she like this? No idea.
I flipped her trembling hand over.
"Huh?"
I ignored the sound. I placed the ring on her open palm.
"I'm going. Wear the ring well. You'll feel the difference. If you're grateful, put more effort into your maid duties. Got it?"
Sophia stared at me with frozen eyes. I was in a rush, so I headed for the door without looking back, but a cold voice stopped me.
"Wait."
I turned. Sophia was emanating an immense aura. Crimson mana roiled like an aura.
"Wh-why are you...?"
No response. She stared at the ring I'd given her for a long time, then clenched her fist around it.
"Why?"
Sophia looked up. Her smiling face entered my view. Just her eyes.
Why is she mad? No clue, but I stepped back in fear.
"That's what I want to ask. Why'd you call me up here?"
"T-to give you the ring?"
"The ring. You just hand it over and that's it? Call me to the rooftop. In this atmosphere. Just plop it in my hand and say you're busy so you're leaving?"
"Th-then what else do you need?"
Her aura grew larger at my words. She walked toward me slowly, still smiling.
I backed away instinctively.
"Sophia. I don't know why you're mad, but this thing is expensive? Can't even put a price on─"
"So?"
"Ah. Got it!! You have a fear of heights!! Next time, I'll call you somewhere like behind the gym!!"
Sophia's smile deepened. Her mana flared in response.
Mommy. I'm scared.
"C-can you tell me why you're mad...?"
No answer. Her steps didn't stop.
Looking at her cold face, I realized.
I need to run...!
The moment I thought that, I pulled the [Reaper Robe] from my [Inventory].
"Sophia."
I called as I donned the robe.
"See you tomorrow!!"
─Where do you think you're running!!!
I heard her voice fading as I bolted at full speed.
I ignored the cat's voice.
"Again."
Isia muttered, sitting in the club room with a pouty expression. Legs crossed, chin propped up.
Her eyes narrowed in that pose.
Her lips naturally puffed out, glaring at the club room door like it was her mortal enemy.
"He's not coming again."
A sigh escaped first. Isn't this too much? She was already excited wondering what excuse he'd make this time.
Maybe he won't even bother with an excuse. No, the odds are he'll be shameless about it.
"That's exactly the kind of guy he is."
Saying that, she skimmed the materials on the desk. Club activities she'd put off to be with Lee Seong-hoon caught her eye.
"I should get to them soon."
Should I call him one more day until tomorrow? As she sighed and rose, the club room door suddenly opened.
Isia looked at the open door expectantly, but it wasn't him.
A smug face. Annoying hairstyle. Irritatingly neat uniform.
Isia's expression hardened the moment she saw him. Her pout turned serious.
Her rich emotions vanished, leaving a blank face.
It couldn't be helped. For days now, he'd been finding her alone in the club room and harassing her.
"Greetings, Lady Isia. I, the eldest son of the magic family Grace, greet you."
He was overly formal, making it hard to shoo him away. Hand on chest, he bowed once, then gracefully approached and sat before her desk.
"Have you considered my proposal?"
Not worth considering. His offer was something like, "Forget those kinds of people and let's build a club together!" while she sorted materials alone.
Isia shook her head.
"I'm not the president."
"That's the problem with that guy being president."
He smiled like a gentleman, but Isia found him uncomfortably so.
She didn't know what he was thinking, but it was natural to feel uneasy from a near-stranger acting like this.
She knew of the Grace magic family. A fairly famous one, but she'd only met the eldest son recently.
It annoyed her that he spoke freely without knowing the situation.
She didn't even want to look at his smiling face. But.
"Haha. Well~"
She couldn't say it outright. As the daughter of the Magic Association, she couldn't be rude to a magic family's heir.
She had to send him off somehow─
Before her thought finished, voices came.
─Where have you been wandering that you're shaking like a leaf?
─Terror. Faced death.
─Wow. Here we go again. When will it get better? Seong-hoon's chuunibyou.
─Chuunibyou doesn't get better. You just pretend it does.
─Wow. Acting all high and mighty just means you're an idiot, right?
─.....
─No comeback, so you shut up? That's not a good habit.
─Shut up.
─See!! There he goes again!!
The lively corridor voices shifted to the club room. A black-haired guy entered.
Isia shot him a "save me" look, but what came back was─
"Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt your good time. Raphael, let's go."
"Huh? What's this? If you're like this, just go home!!"
"Shut up!! Use some common sense!!"
Isia thought.
I really want to kill him.