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[Video: Bombing Terror Update / A Letter to Valpurgis]
“Well, if it was going to end up like this, I should have just told Professor Chun to delete it back then.”
In the lonely room, I turned on the hologram projector to summon Adella as my conversation partner.
Adella, summoned in a slightly smaller size, rolled around on the bed and then dove into the blanket.
“I heard you two fought because of that? Why did you even leave a good home? It’s not like you’ll be living apart forever.”
“Right? Looking back, I think it would have been better if I had humbled myself.”
“What was the original plan, anyway?”
I had just been planning for the next steps depending on how Valpurgis would respond.
“If they post a video threatening retaliation, then I should just quit the academy and go into hiding for a while.”
In that case, it would likely not be about ‘me’ but rather focused on spreading an ‘ideology.’
Thus, not just I but my acquaintances could also be in danger, and during such times, it’s necessary to cut off all human connections to ensure their safety.
“So what about now?”
“Seeing how they’re sticking to the initial statement without retracting it, it’s highly likely they’re hiding another scheme. Whether it’s me as the target or you, Adella.”
“They’re a sinister bunch.”
“When you actually face people like that, they can be surprisingly pathetic. They put on a front with their ideals to hide their own weakness.”
“But what if they’re genuinely serious?”
“Of course, they might not want to go against Korea… but being optimistic won’t help us right now.”
Looking at how occasionally interviews filled with the disgruntled voices of low-ranking members pop up in the news, it seemed not everyone in the organization was united in opinion yet.
At times like this, blending in with the public and living a normal daily life seemed best.
The scale may be small, but a terror act is still a terror act.
Especially failed terror acts are detrimental to the entire organization, and right now, worldwide pressure on Valpurgis was rising.
However, I never thought the video would be taken down this quickly.
That’s understandable since the level of hatred Americans have towards Valpurgis is through the roof.
“Have I been viewing modern people through a medieval paradigm?”
It was unexpected to see VTube prioritizing the crackdown on hate speech against Islam over the anger aimed at terrorists.
But I wasn’t the only one who thought that since many people bombarded VTube’s headquarters with protest emails, amplifying their voices on social media with the hashtag #savenoname.
Before public opinion took an even weirder turn, I decided to wrap things up by apologizing in a community post, saying I felt I had made a hasty comment.
Three days felt a bit short, but in terms of view count, Valpurgis would have seen it by now.
Anyway, my intended goal was achieved, and tomorrow I should sincerely apologize to Professor Chun.
“Huh? What’s this?”
“Oh, that? I dropped by the class earlier and saw it stuffed in the shoe rack, so I took it.”
A small envelope was placed next to the lamp.
In the center, there was a large pink heart sticker you could buy at stationary shops.
Adella’s holographic hand, unable to interact with reality, slid over the letter.
“This is a… no way! A confession letter!”
“Yeah, it is…”
“Bwahahaha! Someone’s confessing to you, it’s hilarious!”
“Can you not trample over a child’s sentiments?”
“I’m so curious about the contents; show me quickly! Wow, how daring to confess to such a scary older sister! Who wrote this?”
“I don’t know. No name is written on it.”
“Huh? A confession letter? What’s that about?”
*
“So who is this… who wrote it? Come out quickly!”
The next morning, Seo Yu-na was scuttling around the classroom, eager to flush out the culprit.
“What’s with the culprit? No harm was done.”
“Na-me, be quiet! This is a serious matter!”
“What is it? Show me too.”
As Yu-na glared, Seori, next to her, chimed in asking to see the letter out of curiosity.
“Gasp…!”
[To. Na-me
Hi Na-me. This is my first time writing a letter, so please bear with the messy handwriting.
Honestly, I really liked you the first time I saw you.
Because Na-me is so pretty, cute, and seems kind.
Plus, you’re the best in studying and help your friends with exam studies. I’m totally enchanted by that.
So I wanted to let you know my feelings, and I wrote this letter.
I like you a lot.
Even though you’re very famous and have many fans, I don’t particularly care whether you appear on TV.
So, will you go out with me? Answer after school.
From. ]
The sender’s name was missing.
There were no signs of it being erased; it simply wasn’t noted from the beginning.
As the writing went on, it started to get increasingly messy, likely because the writer lost focus while writing.
Or it could just be a prank letter.
Had there been a name, I would have kept it a secret for that kid’s privacy, but since there wasn’t, I freely shared it.
Why? Just because it’s funny.
“It doesn’t seem like it was written as a joke.”
“Why?”
Detective Seori’s guess drew puzzled looks from the kids.
“This heart sticker? It’s an expensive idol sticker that can only be found in department stores or online.”
I had never thought of that, but kids can be surprisingly sharp.
“A boy from our class wrote this? It could be from another class too.”
“No, look here. It says you helped with studying, so it must be from our class.”
“Wow, Han Seori, you’re a genius, right?”
“Ahem! Then the culprit must be one of us!”
This was something easy to deduce.
If it weren’t a prank, my position might get a bit uncomfortable.
No matter how much mental age aligns with physical age, the weight of the years lived is different.
I can only find middle and high school kids as cute like babies, but a bunch of eight-year-olds from the 2nd Grade Elementary Division? That’s a different story.
They’re practically infants to me.
“What’s Na-me’s ideal type?”
“Is there a boy you like in our class?”
Even friends who usually didn’t talk to me chimed in on the questioning.
Romantic topics really grabbed the girls’ interest.
Since things had come this far, I decided to give a suitable answer for the children’s future.
“Someone who listens well to teachers, studies well, and is good at sports.”
“How good do you have to be at studying?”
“Why are you asking that, Kim Han-gyeol? You didn’t write this, did you?”
“Absolutely not! I mean, NoName is first in school, so if she likes someone who studies better, that means she doesn’t like anyone at all!”
“Oh, that’s true?”
“Well, if they’re better than me, that’s fine.”
In the midst of this, Yu-na and Han Seori were observing the children’s reactions, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.
“Once again? Na-me, what’s your other ideal type?”
They had completely forgotten about the confession letter and were just curious about my thoughts.
“I like someone strong too.”
I couldn’t exactly say I prefer someone good at fighting, so I expressed it indirectly.
That wouldn’t be educationally or emotionally appropriate for kids at this age.
“So, you want a guy who can protect you since you’re weak!”
“Wow, you’re like a princess!”
“What nonsense? I’m the strongest in the academy! Please don’t call me weak even playfully.”
“Kyaah! Na-me-chan is adorable, so cute!”
Boys and girls a head taller than me touched around my chin.
‘If they’re satisfied, that’s good enough.’
Partly resigned to my fate, being poked and prodded, my eyes caught sight of a classmate who had just arrived.
The last one on the attendance list, number 21, Hong Jun.
Standing at 138 cm, he matched up with kids from two grades above and was the tallest in class, having played the ace role in the last semester’s Sports Day.
After all, in terms of aura control, kids generally fall within the same range in their abilities, meaning their aura-driven strength was proportional to their usual strength.
“Good morning, Jun! Put your bag down and come sit for a while?”
“Huh? Me?”
“Let’s have an arm wrestling match.”
“…?”
Hong Jun tilted his head as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard.
“Are you giving me a handicap? I feel like I could win this with a finger against NoName.”
“Jun, men shouldn’t casually say things they can’t back up.”
“Are we really doing this? Na-me can’t win against me.”
“No! Na-me can win!”
Han Seori jumped in enthusiastically.
“I told you! Na-me defeated bad older boys at the playground all by herself!”
It seems they felt bad for not believing her all along.
Even though it was over half a year ago, she still held onto it.
So, for Seori’s sake, I had to win.
I firmly placed my forearm on the desk and clenched my fist tightly.
And a tiny pinky finger shyly popped out.
“Hong Jun, grab on.”
“Uh…?”
“Grab! Can’t you see?”
“Why are you the one giving a handicap?”
“Because I’m stronger than you.”
As I coolly pressured him, the boy had no choice but to grab my hand.
“Uuuhhh!”
Voices of disapproval and jeers erupted from the boys.
In contrast, Hong Jun whispered to me with a worried look.
“Na-NoName, should I take it easy a bit?”
“Take it easy? I won’t even break a sweat. Is that how you define being a man?”
“Alright, I’ll do it for real then…!”
It seemed that even younger kids couldn’t tolerate their pride being wounded.
“Three, two, one!”
Han Seori counted down and gave the starting signal.
There was no need to manifest aura against kids.
Unless you’re a trained individual like Ban So-wool from Korea University’s Philosophy Department, you can do just fine operating aura with your breath.
“Why isn’t he going down?”
“Uuuhhh, Hong Jun, don’t go easy! It’s too obvious you’re holding back!”
“No, it’s just…! He’s not/”
That’s when I saw the boy’s eyes tremble intensely back and forth.
The reason I had to study magic and swordsmanship in my past life. And why I chose these kids to be my companions in this life.
Maybe I was captivated by the raw emotions shown by my opponent.
Right now, since my opponent was a little kid, it didn’t stir big feelings, but I ponder what it’d be like if the opponent were someone else.
Shin Yeon-ho from Korea University’s Theory of Magic Department?
Or perhaps Professor Cheon Kyu-jin or Principal Gu On-yu?
It could even be an unknown executive from Valpurgis whose face I didn’t recognize.
Whichever way it goes, I would’ve been truly happy.
Bang!
“Ahhh!”
Hong Jun let a short scream, and the match ended in a flash.
Blowing a cold breath over his slightly reddened knuckles, I cooled his heat.
The classmates still murmured in disbelief.
“Did she really use her strength properly?”
“It’s fine. It’s natural that it’s hard to believe. You can’t know without experiencing it yourself.”
I didn’t even think I would die and reincarnate twice.
Experience really is important for a person.
Soon, the Academy Competition would come around.
It’s about time to slowly start attending to requests that Principal Gu On-yu had made of me personally.
“What are you doing? Come on and sit for the next turn.”
*
“Hello, Na-me’s father!”
“Yes, hello. You must be Na-me’s homeroom teacher? You’re doing great work.”
“It’s nothing! Na-me is so sharp that I’m getting lots of help in class overall. Class A is over this way, sir.”
Before the first period began.
Diligent parents were starting to gather one or two by now.
Among them, the first arrival was Professor Cheon Kyu-jin.
Having arrived a bit too early at the academy, Principal Gu On-yu personally came out to greet him.
After a long wait within the principal’s office, he finally followed the guidance of Jacqueline Carroll to enter the 2nd Grade A Class.
It was the second time he had visited Na-me’s class since the parents’ meeting.
The fact that Na-me received a confession letter lingered in his mind.
A feeling of distress gripped his heart.
He was angrier about an unknown boy confessing to Na-me than the fact that she hadn’t come home.
Professor Cheon Kyu-jin had come to see Na-me as his own daughter.
He wouldn’t let any guy who approached her off the hook.
“Alright, 2nd Grade A Class! It’s almost time to start the first period, so let’s prepare our textbooks and take our seats! Kids, what are you doing over there?”
As Teacher Jackie entered through the front door first, Professor Cheon quietly opened the back door and stepped into the classroom.
“…!”
Na-me, who Professor Cheon had longed to see, was quietly sitting in the middle of the class, surrounded by the boys, receiving cheers and applause from them.
‘Which one is the culprit!’
