Academy’S Gumiho Is A Magical Genius [EN]: Chapter 86

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius – Episode 86

Academy Gumiho is a Magical Genius Episode 86

Preparing for the Performance Evaluation (1)

After the academy raid.

Nam Hwa-yeon handed me two letters.

One was no different from his younger sister’s rude challenge, and the other I had forgotten until now because I wasn’t very interested in it.

Wow, there are things you can forget and things you can’t.

Isn’t this like trampling on the heart of the person who sent you a love letter?

─A love letter, how sweet. I used to get them all the time when I had a physical body, but a crumpled love letter handed over by a pure, trembling virgin has a different charm than other confessions.

“I don’t care about your tastes.”

While I was making a serious face, Tamamo chimed in without any tact.

My head was getting complicated, so I replied vaguely and thought.

‘No, why on earth are you sending a love letter in this day and age? If you have something to say, you can text or meet in person.’

Maybe 20 years ago.

Who on earth sends a heart-filled love letter in this day and age?

As I disapproved of this anachronistic letter, it suddenly occurred to me.

Ah, that’s right.

There’s no way I could say it in a text or in person.

‘Unless the world’s view of me is favorable.’

Assaulting and verbally abusing my ex-fiancée, assassination, embezzlement, and so on. How could I confidently confess to someone full of all sorts of rumors?

My acquaintances might get buried.

Also, texting is completely impossible.

I only had four contacts in my phone.

Even that was just my two sisters, who are my only blood relatives, and one person from the personnel department who sent me a text when I took on the team leader position at .Ninetales.

And my boss, who is now my teacher, Professor Nam Hwa-yeon.

I felt embarrassed and tore open the envelope.

Inside, there was writing in an elegant hand.

—-

To my beloved Teaching Assistant Baek Seung-woo.

Hello, Teaching Assistant.

The night sky under the moonlight is especially calm tonight. Around this time of year, I heard that seniors confess their feelings under the beautiful moonlight, regardless of gender.

Seniors said they would confess in person.

I don’t have the courage to do that, so I’m writing this letter.

Even though the moon is so beautiful and the beautiful flowers that symbolize spring are falling, I don’t feel the vitality of a living person in Chilseong [Seven Stars Academy], let alone a confession. It will be quiet yesterday, today, and for the time being.

There are 5,991 students left in the school.

I even feel like the demons have taken away the voices of the nine dead students here.

Everyone must be in pain.

I knew that this day would come someday if I was going to be a player [someone with supernatural abilities].

But no one knew that day would come so soon.

We need to get over this pain quickly, but everyone seems to be very upset. Seeing the 2nd and 3rd year seniors, who have nothing to do with the incident, also suffering, makes me think even more deeply about the tragedy a few days ago.

But, coldly, I don’t feel as much sadness as they do.

Is it because the memory of being saved by you in a life-threatening situation is so strong?

Or has the situation of being driven to the brink of death established a more cold-hearted view of death?

I don’t even know myself.

What is certain is that I felt that I loved you more than I feared death, or even the death of my classmates of the same age.

To you, I’m just one of the many students you saved that day while fighting.

But to me, you were a hero.

I didn’t understand the saying that babies are born even in war when I was young.

I’m the one writing this letter right now.

So, Teaching Assistant.

I respect, love, adore, admire, yearn for, desire, adore, worship, revere, admire, yearn, love, passionately admire, admire, love, and love you more than anyone else in the world.

I don’t know if this conveys my feelings.

From a student who loves, loves, and loves you more than anyone else in the world.

……

What is this?

The moment I finished reading the letter, I didn’t feel any excitement about the love letter or guilt for reading it late.

Fear. It was pure fear.

Especially the traces of erasure in the middle.

The traces that were not properly erased because the pressure applied at the time of writing was too strong.

Tamamo said in a trembling voice, as if the fear caused by it had spread.

─This is… a kind of love letter that I’ve never received before… Good for you. There’s someone who likes you this much.

“Shut up.”

I don’t have time to care about you right now, so be quiet.

I tried to hold on to my wandering mind and read the letter again.

The more I read it, the more I chewed on it, the more an indescribable fear crept up on me in the love letter, which was a lump of madness.

Who on earth wrote this letter?

“It didn’t come through the mail, so it must be someone inside the academy. By the way, this handwriting, it’s a handwriting I remember.”

Everyone has different handwriting.

Of course, the difference is so subtle that most people can’t tell.

Besides, handwriting is just the shape of letters, so it’s often difficult to use it as a clue to identify a specific person.

In detective movies, they often find the culprit just by looking at the handwriting.

That’s when the suspects are narrowed down to one finger.

It’s not helpful at all when there are 6,000 students in the school like now, no.

“Nine first-year students died, and if you include the guards, professors, and building owners like the convenience store owner…”

About 10,000 people.

That was about it.

The prince who tried to find Cinderella with a glass slipper wouldn’t have had such a terrible chance. At least that guy had a big clue called a glass slipper, and wasn’t it easier to find Cinderella because the glass slipper was so ridiculously small?

I have to compare the damn handwriting with 10,000 people to find it.

Unlike the prince, who only had to find a woman, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that the owner of this letter was a man. There was no mention in the letter that it was sent by a woman.

“……Let’s not find it.”

I don’t care if it’s rude or anything.

I’m too scared to find it.

I think it’s better not to know for the rest of my life.

Yeah, let’s do that.

I didn’t see this today.

* * *

I wanted to hide in my dorm, but it was almost time for work.

To survive in this jungle-like academy, I had to arrive before work. I sealed the love letter deep in my dorm and left.

For reference, Tamamo sealed it herself with eighty-three spells.

It was a large-scale spell that could not be broken unless you were a great wizard, and even if you were a great wizard, it would require a considerable amount of time and thought.

That means she was scared too.

I didn’t eat breakfast, but breakfast wasn’t important right now.

─The tension and fear that the owner of the love letter might come at any moment. Heh heh… this isn’t a military academy, it’s a demon realm.

“Shut up, I feel the fear more desperately than you do.”

No matter how scared you are, you can’t be more scared than me.

Even while fighting Yuren on the academy grounds and becoming half crippled, even when I was hit and flown away by Dorudo at the auction house.

I felt pain, but I never felt fear.

In the first place, I was so brave that I had few experiences of feeling fear.

‘I wonder if I’ve felt it less than five, no, eight times in my life?’

Fear that I’ve felt less than ten times in my life.

Even that fear was not felt in trivial situations.

When I almost lost my younger sibling in front of my eyes, when I witnessed a life form of a concept that I couldn’t accept as a human being, or when I faced the worst war situation in which I almost lost all of my soldiers, and so on.

It was an emotion I only felt in situations where I had no choice but to feel fear.

I don’t know how many years it’s been since I’ve been shaking with fear.

Ha, I shouldn’t think like this.

I focused my attention on my surroundings in order to distract my eyes and consciousness as much as possible. Then I felt people’s eyes on me.

‘Is it because everyone is going to work and school? There are more people than before.’

Even in the early morning, there were quite a few people active, but as 7 o’clock approached, everyone was cursing Monday and dragging their heavy bodies.

And most of them were looking at me.

Well, is this what it feels like to be an ape in a zoo?

It’s never a good feeling, no matter when you feel it.

By the way.

‘Why are people looking at me like that since a while ago?’

The eyes of the people looking at me as I passed by were sticky.

To borrow a figurative expression.

It was the look in the eyes of a boy and girl in love.

I can understand the girl, but why is the boy looking at me?

Look at the female students next to you.

Is it because it’s a world in a novel? There are a lot of pretty girls.

Why are you looking at me?

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get used to these eyes.’

I hate these ticklish eyes.

I’m more used to hatred, jealousy, ignorance, and hatred, so I just let it go.

But I didn’t think I would ever get used to the eyes of the students who seemed to be in love. This doesn’t suit me.

─You know, contractor.

‘Why are you calling me?’

─If you don’t want to attract people’s attention, you should wear a veil or a mask. How can you not get attention with that face?

“……What?”

─I don’t know if you don’t understand or if you’re really not aware of it. Honestly, you’re really handsome. My heart flutters from time to time when I meet so many handsome men and beautiful women. Do you know what level that is?

If you had such a face, wouldn’t you be aware that you’re handsome?

Well, I guess you don’t know, so you’re walking around with your bare face.

Tamamo said that.

Meanwhile, I tilted my head at her words.

I know I’m handsome, but was it that much?

As I questioned my own appearance, Tamamo added with a frustrated heart.

─Innate talent. Just like I used to be in my life, you were born with a beauty that could make a country fall with just your beauty.

“……What?”

My eyes widened at her words.

Then, when I asked again as if I hadn’t heard, Tamamo repeated what she had just said.

─Even though our appearances are different, is it because we’re distant descendants of the same race? Even if the blood has thinned, I said you were born with a beauty that could make a country fall, just like me.

“And before that.”

─From the beginning when I said your beauty is an innate talent?

Yes, from there.

A beauty that can make a country fall.

Innate talent, in other words, ‘characteristic’.

The moment I realized that these two points intersected with me, a current flashed through my mind.

Tatadadak, I reached out into the air and opened the status window and manipulated it.

「Beauty That Can Ruin a Nation(傾國之色)」

Classification: Talent

Description: You are the owner of a charm that can ruin a country just by existing. Even if you are not aware of it, you are a natural femme fatale who will destroy the groups you belong to one by one just by existing.

A normal description I remembered seeing before.

I stared at the status window and rolled my eyes.

My red pupils opened and turned purple. Above it, the Eye of Heaven settled and pierced through the hidden details.

[‘Demon Eye’ has been opened.]

[The wide-open ‘Demon Eye’ achieves thanks to its ability to see ten miles away, ‘Ten Mile Vision’.]

[ pierces through the hidden details of the trait, ‘Beauty That Can Ruin a Nation’, and illuminates it brightly.]

……

[There are discarded sentences in the trait, ‘Beauty That Can Ruin a Nation’!]

[The discarded sentences are output as messages.]

「Beauty That Can Ruin a Nation(傾國之色)」

[A country is the people, so ruining a country is like ruining the people. Therefore, the charm of Beauty That Can Ruin a Nation becomes more powerful the closer you are to the same country, region, or affiliation.]

Two lines of sentences that I couldn’t read until now.

Clearly, a message popped up saying ‘discarded’, but well.

It seems that only the explanation has been discarded in my opinion.

It seems that the effect is working.

“……Was it because of this.”

The closer the group, the greater the influence of fascination.

That’s why I get so many eyes on me, especially inside the academy.

From my residence to my living facilities.

Everything is here.

─Ha……. So how many times is the charm that your beauty emits multiplied? Even without the protection of the system, just looking at your bare face would make the young virgins grab their hearts and collapse. Are you just trying to kill the weak-hearted virgins with cardiac arrest?

“I don’t know.”

Maybe.

As Tamamo said, I know that my original face is handsome.

Well, my face has been used for propaganda by the military several times.

I couldn’t help but know.

My face was for that purpose.

There was even a time when my noncommissioned officer told me that it was okay to get hurt, but if that pretty face got even one scar, the morale of the female soldiers would drop, so he assigned me five or six healing mages in charge of my face.

As a result, my body was scarred and ugly with surgery marks, but my face was still pretty. That was my face.

And that has a multiplier effect?

“It’s a good thing my reputation isn’t good. If I had a reputation for being kind as well as having a good face, it might have been a big deal in many ways.”

Maybe I would have had stalkers or followers like that.

Well, it’s terrible just to imagine.

─What are you talking about? There’s already one.

I was reminded of Tamamo’s meaningful tone.

I didn’t want to remember.

That letter.

“Ah, that’s right.”

There was such a thing.

I tried to forget it somehow with self-hypnosis, and I sent it to the depths of my memory.

It was useless to recall it again.

Ah, damn it.