Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: There Is No Master for Fate (4)
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The Cloak of Invisibility wasn't just a scrap of cloth enchanted with a transparency spell.
The moment you draped it over yourself, it hid not only your appearance but also your scent, presence, and even your mana—an top-grade magic tool.
Morine had gladly lent it to Yeomyeong.
Without any conditions, just asking him to return it together with her daughter.
It was a request that left Yeomyeong in a bind, but he had no time to negotiate with Morine.
—I will definitely return it.
With that short promise, Yeomyeong took the cloak and immediately headed for the girls' dormitory.
Just in case someone might recognize his face, he ran through the bushes instead of the path for a bit.
Yeomyeong arrived at the girls' dormitory in an instant—not at the front gate, but in front of the back garden wall.
Without hesitation, he took a short breath, gathered strength in his legs, and leaped over the wall.
Thud.
With a footstep so small even the wind wouldn't notice, Yeomyeong landed in the dormitory's back garden.
Thanks to the cover of night shadows, no one spotted him.
Scanning the surroundings just in case, Yeomyeong pulled out the Cloak of Invisibility and took a deep breath.
'...They say words can become seeds.'
It had only been half a day since Seti had strictly told him never to come to the dormitory, and here he was, on the verge of breaking in.
His reflection ended there. Yeomyeong simply draped the cloak over himself.
Contrary to his expectations, it didn't obscure his vision much—just like having a layer of translucent veil over his eyes.
It clung tightly to his body with mana, so there was no worry of it slipping off.
Of course—the Saintess had ridden a motorcycle while wearing it, after all.
Quickly getting used to the Cloak of Invisibility, Yeomyeong climbed through an open window into the dormitory interior.
The layout of the first-year girls' dormitory was no different from the boys'.
The vast first-floor lobby, central staircase, lighting and corridor positions—even the smells were similar.
Sweet and greasy, the scent of snacks.
It was nothing like the austere, strict girls' dorms in the youth dramas he knew, but Yeomyeong wasn't disappointed.
Or rather, he didn't have time to be.
The moment he dodged the girls passing through the first-floor lobby and climbed the stairs.
A fact he hadn't considered while rushing over hit him.
'...Where's Seti's room?'
He reflexively tried to spread his mana to sense Seti's presence but barely suppressed it.
No matter how excellent the Cloak of Invisibility, it couldn't hide mana he actively emitted.
Faced with this unexpected situation, Yeomyeong frowned. What now? Wait in the lobby? Or...
His deliberation was short, his sigh long.
He started walking aimlessly into the dormitory interior.
At least wandering around inside, he'd find something eventually.
And as expected, right after climbing the central staircase, he found a clue leading to Seti's room.
A blonde girl sitting on a hallway chair, reading a book titled [What Will You Do?].
Miridis—the elf princess hiding in the academy... and Seti's roommate.
Yeomyeong sneaked up to her.
He lightly tapped the chair she was sitting on.
Knock knock.
As Miridis glanced up, Yeomyeong called her name in a voice soft enough not to startle her.
"Little Miri."
"Uh... this voice... Yeomyeong?"
Little Miri reached toward the direction of the voice.
Grabbing Yeomyeong's firm forearm under the cloak, she muttered in surprise.
"...You can use invisibility magic too?"
"This isn't magic, it's a magic tool... Anyway, that's not important. Can I ask a favor?"
A favor? Little Miri finally checked if anyone was around and replied to Yeomyeong in a small voice.
"...What favor?"
"Can I... go to your dorm room?"
The moment Yeomyeong finished speaking, Little Miri jerked her head back.
For some reason, her face flushed slightly.
"W-what are you even saying right now?! D-don't tell me the reason you came to the girls' dorm is...!"
As her misunderstanding dragged on, Yeomyeong grabbed her shoulder and cut her off.
"I'm here to see Seti."
"...Pardon?"
"...The reason I came to the dorm is to see Hong Seti, your roommate."
"...."
"I have something urgent to tell her. So... can you guide me to the room? Please."
Little Miri seemed to realize her misunderstanding then, clamping her mouth shut.
"A-hem... You should have said so from the start!"
After a brief silence, she cleared her throat and stood up.
"...Follow me."
She quickly turned and started walking.
Her face heading to the room was even redder than before.
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When her heart was troubled, Seti would often train in martial arts.
Swinging a heavy warhammer and sweating it out would blow away the emotions filling her chest.
But unfortunately, the training room was full today.
With nowhere to sort her mind, Seti decided to calm herself in a different way than usual.
She tried meditation first.
Sitting on the bed, closing her eyes quietly, exhaling... but it had no effect.
The more she tried to clear her thoughts for meditation, the more the Saintess's image from earlier lingered.
—Um... that... I, I like Yeomyeong...
A trembling voice, long tear tracks, flushed cheeks, and one emotion flowing over all of it.
—Sp-special... I think.
The Saintess herself didn't seem to know exactly what that emotion was.
Of course—who wouldn't, having lived her life confined in a shrine like a sterile room? It was natural she couldn't recognize her own feelings.
If she'd at least read a romance novel once, she'd realize what she'd said...
...Tch.
Seti stopped meditating there.
She already knew their distance had grown closer in Manchuria.
Having gone through all sorts of trials together, it was foreseeable something like this would happen...
But knowing and accepting were entirely different matters.
'Seti, you idiot. Get it together. Is this the time?'
Anyway, after that, Seti tried reading, stretching, and more to calm her mind.
She tried. But like meditation, nothing helped.
The book wouldn't enter her head, and stretching only increased her frustration.
Only as the view outside the window grew dark did she realize she'd wasted the day.
'Ha, seriously.'
Letting out a hollow sigh, Seti suddenly remembered her promise with Yeomyeong.
Introducing him to the sisters, lifting all their seals—the promise.
'...Have I lost my mind?'
How could she forget something so important? What did that Saintess even say?
She hurriedly pulled her phone from her pocket.
'Who to contact first? Siri? Yeomyeong?'
Unfortunately, her dilemma meant nothing.
The phone she'd pulled out was utterly smashed.
The screen crumpled top to bottom—likely from the recoil when Yeomyeong blocked her Flying Leg Art that morning.
Haa. Nothing's going right today.
Seti stood with a sigh.
In that case, borrow a phone from the sisters and call Yeomyeong.
The moment she thought that and reached for the door.
Creeak.
The door opened, and a blonde girl entered the room.
Her roommate. Seti brightened and spoke to her entering.
"Hey, Miri, can I borrow your phone?"
Little Miri, who hadn't closed the door as if waiting for something, answered awkwardly.
"Ah... um, sorry. I don't use a phone."
It was unusual for a modern person, but Little Miri being unusual was nothing new.
Seti said no need to apologize and headed out to find the sisters as originally planned.
She tried to.
As she moved toward the door, something invisible blocked her path.
...?
Seti scowled and stepped back.
While Little Miri watched her with a strange look, Seti raised her mana to grab the intruder.
Planning to hurl them out the door like before, but the sensation was unfamiliar.
Not the soft, smooth skin of the Saintess, but something firm gripped in her hand.
"No way..."
Seti released her hand and slowly peeled off the Cloak of Invisibility.
The moment she met the golden eyes staring at her, she squeezed her eyes shut and pinched her forehead.
"Where did you even get the Cloak of Invisibility...? No, wait. Didn't I clearly tell you this morning? If you get caught, it's not just expulsion?"
"...There was an emergency."
How urgent could it be?! What if you get expelled? Then our plan...
Seti swallowed the words rising to her throat.
The Yeomyeong she knew wasn't one to do this for trivial reasons.
"...What is it?"
"Korea."
One short word.
But it carried more meaning than a thousand explanations.
"What...? When?"
"Could be tomorrow, could be today. I don't know the exact time."
"Then..."
"We lift the seals. Right now."
Ah, Seti was certain she wore an expression similar to the Saintess's earlier.
But unlike the Saintess, she knew how embarrassing that look was, so she bowed her head and replied.
"...Thank you."
"Save the thanks. Let's find the sisters first."
"...Okay."
The moment the conversation ended, everyone in the room sprang into action.
Yeomyeong redraped the cloak, and Seti grabbed her small warhammer and opened the door.
And...
"Let's go!"
Little Miri followed them, holding a wand embedded with a large green gem.
"Uh... Miri?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you...?"
Seeing Seti's bewildered expression, Little Miri tilted her head.
"Isn't Deokkoongdung beetle-nim going to fight the Korean government? Of course I have to help."
You eavesdropped on our conversation? We spoke so quietly? You're not even an elf... Wait, more than that...
"...Yeomyeong, care to explain?"
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