I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

49 – 49. Statement

As I expected, this was a suburban hospital.

Instructor Miho and I, who came out of the hospital room and walked down a long hallway, didn’t say much.

Combined with the chattering noises from each passing hospital room, a quite lively atmosphere was created.

Sometimes, when I encounter students wearing patient uniforms going back and forth between hospital rooms.

It even felt like this place had become another dormitory.

“It’s noisy.”

“It’s because there aren’t enough instructors to control it.”

“I didn’t mean it was bad.”

“Do you like this atmosphere?”

“No, not at all. Who likes loud noises? But…”

The outlying hospital is full of students,

The fact that they talk comfortably.

“It looks like there are a lot of people seriously injured.”

“…It’s just as you said.”

That’s why my steps are light.

They are just extras, but the heroines and cast members wouldn’t think that way.

It is safe to say that the best takeaway from this event was that there was no need to feel embarrassed by the looks on the faces of important people.

‘No, is it too early to jump to conclusions?’

I glanced at the back of my right hand.

Originally a faint circular black tattoo.

The sight of a crescent moon-shaped tattoo inside it led me to an inference.

‘Velen’s Brand. She said it was moved towards me.’

The stigma under the guy’s eyes.

It’s exactly the same size and shape.

I killed him, and this is the situation where the stigma came on the back of my hand.

It was so unusual that it was disturbing.

Because even Adam, the main character in the game, could not kill the boss and take the stigma.

It is correct to think of it as Ivan’s unique ability.

Even the status window confirmed this inference.

Then, Ivan-

“What’s going on?”

“…It’s nothing.”

I dropped my right hand, which I had raised slightly.

Yes, it is absolutely correct to say that meditation should be done at the right time and place.

It is very important, but

I decided to reconsider later when I was alone.

For now, I just focused on walking.

At that moment, I heard something in the hospital room I was passing by.

“I believe…”

Slightly different from the chatter in other hospital rooms,

A somewhat uncomfortable voice.

I reflexively opened the door to the hospital room.

“…”

In what appears to be a shared room,

Five or six beds and curtains. And-

“I will pray.”

A white-robed saint who tours the beds and blesses students while holding a statue of Arca in her hand.

Paula was there.

Her soft hand touched the forehead of a female student who was lying down.

Originally, I would have squealed and loved it, but

“hehehe, hehehe….”

“I’m really just going to pray. Please believe me…”

“I believe it! I believe it! No, I believe it!”

The impression of her becoming Russell’s mad dog,

She has the sincerity of a saint that only she has.

Both the students and Paula were going through a transitional period to narrow the gap between them.

Can I help you a little?

I said as I took a step in.

“If anyone sees it, they’ll think they’re getting eaten.”

“Ah, instructor!”

After finishing her prayer informally, she runs towards me.

I tried to look as comfortable as possible and emphasized to the students that ‘this saint does not bite.’

Instructor Miho next to me also asked how I was doing.

“Paula Maria, are you feeling okay?”

“Yes! It’s cool!”

I guess so.

The last place I saw her was in the middle of her battlefield,

Her blood did not get on those clothes until her monsters melted away.

All that was buried in the heavily soiled saint’s clothes was blood and flesh from monsters.

…When I thought about it, I could understand the emotions the students felt when they saw Paula.

“How is Scarlett?”

“Ah, sister… Not you! Scarlett is training at the sparring hall!”

“Yes?”

After what happened, I am now in sparring.

What can I say about this feeling I have right now?

It was very similar to the feeling I had when I saw a student writing down notes on wrong answers on the evening of the college entrance exam.

I felt agape-like madness.

“You have a great student.”

Instructor Miho nodded with pride, but it was difficult for me to evaluate that madness 100% positively.

I changed my mind.

With regards to the last heroine.

“Now that I think about it, Miss Adela was in my hospital room. Do you know why?”

“You must have taken care of the instructor!”

“Why? Did you lose a bet?”

“Uh…No.”

What, so you did it voluntarily?

I quickly thought about it.

I wonder if I owed that friend something big. Or maybe I had caught on to her weakness without even realizing it.

Neither of them made sense.

“Ivan, go quickly.”

“Oh, I guess so.”

This was not a problem that could be answered by thinking about it alone, so I left the hospital room.

Tangbisil, her destination as she walked after her.

After drinking coffee and green tea there,

I returned to the hospital room where I was lying.

Because it is probably the only place in this hospital where you can have a quiet conversation.

Since Adela was sleeping behind her curtain, drooling all over her, it was safe to assume she wasn’t there.

She said as she sat down at the table.

“Then, let’s listen.”

I also sat in front of her, so I could feel it keenly.

Living gently.

The fact that depending on how I state it, it can work against me to any extent.

To put it bluntly, her eyes were so determined that she felt like she could be murdered right here.

I thought.

She knows that the last incident was entirely planned from start to finish.

Furthermore, it would not be difficult to conclude that I was at the center of all previous incidents.

So, making lame excuses is suicidal.

This time, I also had to confess the ‘crucial thing’.

But, of course, I have no intention of starting by saying, ‘I am a possessed person.’

There is no need to completely understand my situation.

To be honest, I don’t know for sure.

What is Ivan doing?

So, there are two facts that I need to convey clearly from now on.

I have many interests involved.

And, despite being that kind of person.

Even though the methods are different, her and I have the same goal.

“Instructor Miho.”

Intentionally excluded interests. Or a story.

It’s enough to lead people to interpret it however they want.

“You and I are different.”

Yes.

All you have to do is not lie.

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Miho composed herself.

She is holding the green tea. I thought of the countless students I had encountered while just riding this one thing.

She had a duty to protect them,

That’s why I had to listen.

Even if it means falling down in complete disrepair and dragging out the person who just got up and then cornering them.

“You and I are different.”

He made his fortune like this.

“Stranger. He has genius swordsmanship and is a hard worker. “With the S-class badge I earned, I lived my life on the front lines of the empire, constantly cutting down monsters.”

He pointed to Miho and summarized her life in one sentence,

Soon the finger pointed at himself as well.

“Although I was born into a high-ranking noble family, I could not grow up in an ordinary life. “He found out things he didn’t want to know and took on burdens he didn’t want to bear.”

She also agreed.

I don’t know what kind of life he has lived, but he would be almost the exact opposite of himself.

“You don’t know my world just as much as I don’t know yours.”

“What…. “You mean you don’t know?”

“Cut down the unclean and protect the people. “For the world to run like a fairy tale, the content is quite murky.”

It was a characteristic pessimistic nuance, but

She couldn’t refute.

“It may have been a fact you didn’t need to know until now, but it would be good to be aware of it now.”

Because what he said was right.

Although he was more confident than anyone else in cutting down and killing monsters.

I don’t know anything else.

She protected the world,

I don’t know much about the world.

“Wherever the people you risked your life to protect are gathered, they could be rotting.”

He looked at the sword that once belonged to Chris and spoke in a heavy voice.

“…Okay. “Anywhere.”

She knew intuitively.

The reason why he can’t tell the story.

Is it a denomination?

“As if the battlefield was familiar to you.”

And, he made his final argument.

“This is also a familiar battlefield to me.”

He stood up. And he turned his back.

In fact, nothing has changed.

His treatment is in her hands,

I could have pulled out my sword right now.

But, the reason why that couldn’t be done.

Even though you may have learned that the instructor in front of you is a ‘person of interest’.

This is probably because what he has done clearly proves his cause.

I am not sure what the circumstances are,

He has no intention of telling me.

However, he protected his students.

Just like she protected people.

The method was just different.

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Because only this fact remains,

The form of words that came out of Miho’s mouth.

“Why are you trying to carry it alone?”

Questions, not orders or threats.

Among other things, it was closer to a request.

“I don’t intend to tell you to trust everyone. But I just can’t approve of your methods. “If your cause and mine are the same, at least to me-“

“I told you so.”

But, he looked back.

I just laughed as if it wasn’t the same.

“The world is different.”

“…”

“I respect your way too. No, in most situations it would be better to solve it straight away. But….”

Sticking to your own way.

“Because it’s a cause and a cause, we also need crazy idiots who will ignore everything and attack it.”

With those words, he left the hospital room.

All that was left in front of Miho was a cup of coffee that had not even been touched to his lips.

He did not deny the statement,

He cut off further relationships.

“…”

We cannot immediately conclude that Ivan is a villain.

He confessed to her that he was an unusual person, and it must have been something he was very unwilling to do.

But he didn’t even fully reach out,

I have no intention of trusting him 100%.

Maintain the status quo.

What he gained from this conversation by sacrificing a lot of things. That’s it.

If he is truly a necessary evil and a good person.

That way, I can’t stand it alone-

“Isn’t it miserable?”

In his hospital room,

Only the inaudible self-talk remains.