The S-Classes That I Raised [EN]: Chapter 460

458. Disciples (1)

I rechecked my leg and took off the cast. As the numbness subsided, a throbbing pain bloomed.

“Just endure it! It hurts so you don’t overdo things,” Teacher Horyeon said, glancing at Seong Hyeonje. He was, of course, talking to me.

“Be careful walking for the next few days.”

“Yes.”

“The previous two were too young, but if I were just ten years younger…”

“…Pardon?”

Was he talking about Seong Hyeonje? Even ten years younger, he’d still be more than a decade older. Well, even if it’s more than a decade… twenty and mid-thirties, mid-thirties are a pain, but late thirties and fifties, do as you please, I won’t stop you.

“I’m honored,” Seong Hyeonje said with a gentle smile. Teacher Horyeon hummed and stroked his chin.

“Come to think of it, twenty years apart at our age is just right. Want to go on a date?”

Isn’t he more than twenty years older?

“I’m sorry, but I have a prior engagement.”

“Oh, who? This guy? You spread yourself around evenly. I’m jealous.”

Even if you’re jealous… he’s being quite forward with Seong Hyeonje. Is it because of the age gap? I was slightly curious about what he would say to Chief Song. Teacher Horyeon held out his hand, and Seong Hyeonje handed him a business card as if he’d been waiting for it. He slipped the card between his wrinkled fingers and waved it.

“I don’t have your phone number yet. I’ll buy you a drink next time.”

“You’re buying, Teacher?”

That guy has money to burn.

“I have to pay for my face value.”

Then, he fluttered his white coat and turned around without hesitation. The hospital room door opened and closed.

“Are you really going to let him buy you a drink?”

“I should treat him. My partner owes him a debt.”

“He’s a prospective Haeyeon Guild member, so why are you, the Seseong Guild Leader, doing this? I’ll refuse if you’re using me as an excuse.”

Seong Hyeonje seems to have a thing for older people. Anyway, I can finally leave the hospital. I contacted Haeyeon and looked at Seong Hyeonje.

“You really have nothing to confess to me?”

“Of course, I have many.”

His attitude was so confident that I almost thought he said, “Of course, I have none,” instead of “many.”

“…What do you have so many of?”

“Most recently, that the dessert I ate at lunch wasn’t for dieting.”

“But you said it used calorie-free sweeteners!”

“Han Yoojin, you can gain a little more weight. It’s good for your body.”

“That’s, never mind. Not trivial things. Something important, related to me or the Awakened.”

“Those things should be exchanged.”

Even if we exchange… I’ve already revealed almost everything. The only important information I’m hiding now are things I can’t reveal.

“I have nothing.”

“Then I have nothing either.”

I stared intently at his face with an unreliable smile. The Fairy Dragon climbed onto my shoulder and whispered.

– Just ignore him, Dad.

I can’t ignore him because that guy is unnecessarily competent. But there’s no way to pry, so I took out my staff from the inventory.

“It would be suspicious if you walked with a staff.”

“Myungwoo added a transparency option.”

It won’t be possible to walk completely naturally, but with potions and healers, it’s not a position to save on, so saying my leg is injured is utter nonsense. But saying it’s a curse or other skill that potions don’t work on would be too noisy.

“You don’t have to walk on your own feet much anyway. Just be a little careful.”

“True, I can just carry you.”

A helicopter from Haeyeon is scheduled to arrive, so I can walk to the rooftop where people have been kept. But my leg is a little sore, so I was tempted.

“Then I’ll take you up on that—”

– Gyeol is here too, Dad!

The Fairy Dragon fluttered its wings and descended under the bed. Gyeol’s body, glaring sharply at Seong Hyeonje, grew instantly. Seong Hyeonje, with pinkish silver hair, looked down at me sitting on the bed. Peace tilted his head as if embarrassed, “Kheuung.”

“I’ll carry you. That’s not necessary.”

No, you… Gyeol reached out his arms to lift me. But he’s just a Fairy Dragon who’s only grown in size, and his strength is weaker than mine. Naturally, he grunted a few times, only making my body shake, and made a tearful face.

“Dad…”

Gyeol teared up, saying he couldn’t lift me. I need to soothe him…

“It’s okay, come here. Let’s turn into a Fairy Dragon first, or even a younger version.”

It felt strange because he looked too much like Seong Hyeonje. That face making a tearful expression with round eyes…

“It’s a new feeling to see myself like that.”

“What, you’ve called me Dad before too.”

I said, hugging Gyeol, who had returned to his Fairy Dragon form. He probably doesn’t remember what happened in the mental world. Seong Hyeonje raised the corners of his lips at my words. I had a bad feeling.

“Wait a minute—”

“Dad.”

Gyeol’s eyes widened. Then, with a shocked expression, he shouted like a scream.

– I really hate that!

“I thought Han Yoojin wanted to hear it.”

“I don’t!”

– Let’s call Uncle and Aunt, Dad. Or we can ride Peace.”

“They’ll be here soon.”

Even with a saddle, Peace isn’t easy to ride.

I leaned on my staff and got up, asking Seong Hyeonje to help me pack. Soon after, Yoohyun and Yerim arrived. They both asked me if I was okay.

“It’s just a little throbbing, but it doesn’t hinder my movement. The pain was intentionally left.”

“That’s a relief. Be careful from now on, Uncle.”

“Yeah, Hyung [older brother/term of endearment for a close male friend or family member].”

I really wish I could. It’s not like I wanted to get hurt.

After returning home, the pain in my leg subsided a lot after a day. I worked at a leisurely pace and took care of the kids as much as I couldn’t walk around properly for a while. Actually, there was quite a bit of work piled up, so it wasn’t exactly leisurely.

Besides.

“It’s a C-grade dungeon near Seoul National University of Education.”

Yoohyun said. I should go to a dungeon once.

“It’s close. I can go and come back right away. Gyeol, you stay home with Bbyak, Bellare, and Tiger. Uncle, Aunt, and Peace are here, so you don’t have to worry about Dad.”

“…Okay.”

Gyeol answered a little sullenly. Unlike before, he couldn’t come into my body, and I was a little worried about taking him to the newbie. He was born from the Diarma, a filial piety addict, and the Dragonkin’s mana stone under his command, so the automatic defense system might move like it did with Yoohyun last time. Most attacks don’t work, but I have to be careful. The newbie is also a Transcender [someone who has transcended normal human limitations].

“Uncle, here you go.”

Yerim handed me sunscreen. I was going to take care of my skin for a while, but it was so complicated. Thanks to Yerim, as well as Yoohyun being an S-Class, I just washed my face and was done. Yerim occasionally used packs to get in the mood. Like putting on a black pack and scaring Bbyak or Bellare. So, I secretly asked the Haeyeon coordination team, and they gave me a set of the mildest ones.

There were various ones for morning, before bed, eyes, and neck, but I ended up using only the basics.

“But aren’t you suddenly taking too much care of yourself? You used to hate applying sunscreen.”

Yerim narrowed her eyes and continued.

“Uncle, do you have a crush on someone?”

“What? No.”

I’ve liked them since before the regression, so it’s not new. The meaning of “like” that Yerim is talking about is also different.

“Don’t tell me it’s Teacher Horyeon?”

“…He’s young enough to be my son, no, my late child. He’s a wonderful person, but of course not.”

Hyuna or Hayan, or even Riet, but suddenly Teacher Horyeon.

“There aren’t many new people. Or Sohan?”

“No. In the first place, I have no intention of dating.”

“People who say that are the first to date and get married.”

Considering my age, I’m probably the most likely to get married among them. But I have no intention and no partner.

I told her to stop talking nonsense and left the house towards the dungeon. I knocked and entered the gate, and this time, instead of a snowfield, a wide meadow unfolded. There was also a large lake on one side.

[Huuuuney~!]

A volleyball suddenly popped out of the air and bounced towards us.

[Hello, Honey! Honey’s sibling! Little Waterdrop! Kitty!]

Saying “Little Waterdrop” made it sound like Yerim was a waterdrop, the successor to the Mermaid Queen. She did inherit some of her power.

[I worked hard to change this space for Honey. Now you can stay longer than before, and time flows faster than outside!]

Time flows faster than outside, so it’s perfect for education.

[Of course, I can only provide the space. Chaos is an exception, as I mentioned before!]

The volleyball bounced, saying there was no problem.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

[You’re welcome!]

I stroked the spinning volleyball, and it bounced high into the sky with a “pong.” It’s kind of cute.

“Did the third one come too?”

The figure of young Chaos appeared with a familiar yet unfamiliar voice. In the form of a tall adult, which was out of character. He was as tall as Seong Hyeonje, and his face was similar to Yoohyun’s but more mature. His long hair, tied in one, swayed slightly.

“Why are you in adult form today?”

“I had something to do for a moment.”

Chaos turned back into a boy. His hair also became shorter. The adult form must be his original form.

“Elder, you seem to be a close-combat type, doesn’t your hair bother you?”

Close-combat hunters rarely grew their hair long. Hair that is difficult to control, unlike the body, can be a weakness. Even if they weren’t necessarily close-combat types, short hair was generally preferred over long hair. Even if they were support types in the rear, they could suddenly have their hair grabbed by a monster.

“That’s for youngsters. Once you reach a certain level, it doesn’t matter if your hair flutters or your clothes dangle. You can use those things in battle.”

Youngsters, huh.

“My brother’s hair doesn’t get in the way either. It’s just that short hairstyles are more common in our neighborhood. Right, Yoohyun?”

“Hyung said he liked short hair better.”

“Th-that’s, I said everything looks good on you.”

I was a little out of my mind back then…

“Long hair is good too, of course, long hair. It suits you well, Elder.”

While I was making excuses, Yerim raised her hand.

“What about me then? I’m mainly long-range.”

[I know magic types well!]

The volleyball spun around and chimed in.

[I recommend long hair, as well as tentacles or fins!]

Hair is one thing, but tentacles and fins. Why tentacles again?

“Newbie, do you like tentacles?”

[I also have fins. They’re good for containing magic power. Hair and fins can contain magic power separately from the body, so you can use them doubly. Then you can control magic power more diversely. It’s too early for Little Waterdrop, though.]

“Long hair is annoying.”

Yerim said, pondering.

“I don’t like tentacles, and fins… wouldn’t that be uncomfortable too? To wear clothes. Can’t I have wings?”

[You can have wings, of course.]

“Can I make them appear and disappear like Noah Oppa [term of endearment for older brother/male]?”

[Of course. You have to be able to control that much to make them useful.]

“Then I’ll have wings! How do I get them?”

[Little Waterdrop has to make them herself. With magic power.]

Yerim pursed her lips. She looked like she couldn’t grasp it.

[You’ll probably be able to make them within a hundred years.]

Yerim answered with a reluctant “Uh…” at the newbie’s words that it wouldn’t take long. A hundred years is usually a lifetime.

“Then let’s take a good look at your body first.”

A long wooden stick appeared in the hand of young Chaos.

“Poking is the best after all.”

“…Pardon?”

No, Elder! I was surprised, but Yoohyun and Yerim didn’t seem to care.

“Isn’t that just hitting! Be gentle, be gentle! No violence! Corporal punishment is banned in schools these days!”

“Why is corporal punishment banned?”

“Because of human rights—”

“Then let’s get hit together.”

…Yes? Yoohyun and Yerim blocked my way in front of my bewildered self. Peace also sensed an unusual atmosphere and grew into his adolescent form.

“Hyung can’t.”

“Uncle is already weak. It hasn’t been long since his leg surgery.”

You guys. I’m grateful, but take care of your bodies too. Young Chaos looked at the two and threw out a word.

“It’s good for your health.”

“…Pardon?”

“For health?”

“I can hit just the right amount. It hurts, but it also improves blood circulation and slightly improves mana flow.”

Is it like a massage? Yoohyun and Yerim turned to me at those words.

“Hyung… he says it’s good for your body.”

“Uncle, can you bear with it for a bit?”

They switched sides in an instant. But I was also slightly tempted.

“Well, I’m fine. Please be gentle with the kids. They’re already healthy.”

“I wouldn’t even start if I was going to be gentle.”

“Oh, that’s too much! Who in this day and age— Ack!”

Whoosh, the wooden stick cut through the air. Peace bared his teeth at the attack that narrowly grazed my arm.

– Grrr.

Young Chaos’s eyes slid towards Peace.

“Okay, let’s get hit too.”

No, this Elder! That’s animal abuse! Before I could shout at Peace to run away, the beating began.