Shocking Statent!
Was chick number two actually a villainess?
Even Ihan, who rarely found himself truly surprised, was montarily taken aback by this revelation. Not just anyone, but—
'That fragile girl is supposed to be a mid-boss?'
More than anything, it was the idea of her being a mid-boss that shocked him. This was soone who seed like she could be defeated with a re flick. Even an assassin would have countless ways to eliminate her easily.
'What use could she possibly serve?'
...Perhaps she was just an event boss?
It made so sense. Magic users were often best suited for event-related purposes.
As Ihan's expression twisted with disdain for magic users—sothing quite in line with his usual bias—Derrick, the status window user, began to panic. Seeing Ihan's changing expression, Derrick hurriedly blurted out what sounded like a desperate excuse.
"I-I an, that was just in the past. Or maybe I misunderstood her entirely. Please don't take it too seriously!"
"Your excuse makes it sound even more like you're trying to stir things up."
"...I realized that as soon as I said it."
Regardless of what Derrick said, the seeds of suspicion had already been planted in Ihan's mind. Though Derrick was fretting over the misunderstanding, Ihan was quietly piecing together new information.
‘...This situation is getting more amusing by the minute.’
The status window user, Derrick, didn't know the real truth.
‘He doesn’t realize that chick number two is a transmigrator.’
Why else would he bring up Irene's na so suddenly? Clearly, it was because the Irene Wendler he knew was different from the one before him now. But despite having the cheat-like "status" skill at his disposal, Derrick had failed to realize why Irene had changed.
This hinted at two significant possibilities.
‘One, the skill’s functionality is more limited than I thought, and two, it likely has a lengthy cooldown.’
In short, balance. If the skill was too overpowered, there had to be limitations, like a long cooldown, which could explain why Derrick didn’t know about the "new" Irene.
That seed the most plausible explanation.
‘So this guy ca to before tracking down a regressor or transmigrator?’
Ihan couldn't help but find this amusing. What did this kid see in a re instructor to waste his precious skill on him?
‘Chick number two and that arrogant black-haired noble... they’re all strange in their own ways.’
Everyone around him seed odd.
The question-and-answer session between Ihan and Derrick continued.
“D-Did you et Lord Roen too?”
“We first t at the academy. Before that, we had no connection.”
“I see...”
“Why? Do you know that arrogant black-haired boy too?”
“Still, is it okay to refer to the Duke's son like that?”
“If he acts arrogant, what else should I call him?”
“Hmm...”
Derrick scratched his cheek, shaking his head as if to say Ihan was unbelievably reckless. But even so, he continued to answer honestly.
“...The Lord Roen I know should be in the North right now. It’s a critical ti for him to cent his position as the Duke’s heir.”
“But isn’t he the youngest son and a bastard at that?”
“That doesn’t matter. In Lionel, what’s important is bloodline and a noble soul. If soone ets those criteria, they can be considered a successor. Right now, there’s a fierce power struggle for the Duke’s seat. If Lord Roen stays in the capital, it’s essentially a declaration that he’s forfeiting his claim.”
“He’ll sort it out later.”
“...But he’s the Duke’s heir. Isn’t it a bit too easy to assu?”
“If soone with his abilities loses the position, it just ans that’s his limit.”
“You’re quite blunt, aren’t you?”
“I’m just stating the truth. You, on the other hand, seem overly concerned with things that don’t involve you.”
“...I just think it’s a waste.”
“What’s a waste?”
“Well, it’s just...”
“Haha, alright, keep it to yourself.”
“...Okay.”
From Derrick’s reaction and the information gathered so far, Ihan could deduce the broader picture.
‘In the original setting of this world, chick number two was supposed to be a villainess, and that black-haired boy was supposed to beco the Duke of the North, but sowhere, things went off track.’
Based on Derrick’s response and the information Ihan had pieced together, the discrepancies between what Derrick knew and the current reality hinted at a deeper mystery.
‘So, in Derrick’s knowledge, neither chick number two was a transmigrator, nor was the black-haired noble a regressor.’
There were differences in the world’s state, but the deviations weren’t so severe as to alter everything. This concept reminded Ihan of sothing.
‘Wasn’t this called the multiverse?’
A concept he had encountered in movies. It was an interesting idea, but to Ihan, it wasn’t all that important.
‘I guess that’s possible.’
He didn’t dwell on it further. His primary concern had been to gather information about potential complications in the future, not to unravel multiverse theories.
"Let’s wrap it up here."
“...What?”
“The debate seems to be ending. There’s no point in continuing this conversation.”
“.......”
“Why are you looking at like that?”
“...A-Aren’t you going to ask anything else?”
“What would I ask?”
“.......”
Derrick’s expression turned blank with bewildernt.
‘...Who is this person?’
Derrick realized that despite their long conversation, it wasn’t really a question-and-answer session. Ihan had asked only a few, simple questions.
‘He just listened.’
Ihan's questions were minimal, and they were mostly trivial things like teasing about Derrick’s relationship with "Purple Hair," or why Derrick, who knew high-level combat techniques, was in the History Departnt instead of the Swordsmanship Departnt.
It felt more like a friendly older brother giving advice than a proper interrogation. Derrick couldn’t help but feel—
‘I ended up spilling all the weird questions.’
Why did he ask about Irene Wendler and Lord Roen? And why did he reveal his skill and even ntion the temple? It was absurd.
‘I must be insane.’
What possessed him to ask such suspicious questions? It was as if he were begging to be found out as a shady person.
But what was even stranger than his own behavior was—
‘He never once looked at with suspicion.’
This man, Ihan, was more peculiar than Derrick. Throughout their entire conversation, Ihan had listened to Derrick seriously, nodding along without any hint of doubt.
Suspicion? None.
Even when Derrick ntioned high-ranking nobles and their complicated power struggles, Ihan didn’t dismiss his words as nonsense or a plot to stir trouble.
It was baffling.
How could soone take the words of a complete stranger so seriously? And why was Ihan so friendly and open?
‘It feels like he’s just letting vent.’
Derrick realized he had revealed more today than he intended. He might have even shared information that should’ve been kept secret. Who knew? He could be arrested by the knights tomorrow for being suspicious.
But inside, he felt lighter. It was the first ti he had subtly unburdened himself to soone, and it brought him an unexpected sense of relief.
So, he asked what he truly wanted to know.
“Don’t you have any more questions? I’m clearly suspicious. I’ve said a lot of strange things, but why...?”
Before he could finish, Ihan cut him off.
“Did you lie?”
“...What?”
“Did you lie about anything? Or did you approach with ill intent?”
“N-No! Absolutely not!”
Derrick imdiately replied, and Ihan continued.
“Good. That’s all that matters. There were no lies between our questions and answers. That’s enough for .”
“.......”
“You don’t seem convinced. Let tell you one more thing. I said the sa to that arrogant black-haired boy: sotis, too much curiosity can be dangerous. Curiosity can be a ‘beast’ more terrifying than any poison.”
“...A beast.”
“And this is personal advice: don’t make life harder than it needs to be.”
“?”
“I don’t know your circumstances or what you’re hiding. But if you complicate your life too much, that becos a problem in itself. Living simply and directly will improve your quality of life. People tend to overcomplicate things.”
“.......”
“In short, try living more simply and directly. Don’t risk your life over trivial matters. Today, I just t a curious cadet with so unusual traits. We had a conversation.”
“.......”
“That’s all there is to it.”
“...Huh.”
Derrick was left speechless by Ihan’s advice. It was practically a lecture.
“...But that’s the sa as telling to live like a fool, isn’t it?”
The idea of living simply and avoiding difficulties sounded like Ihan was advising him to run away from life’s challenges. Derrick was about to argue when—
“You’ll be happier.”
“.......”
Ihan’s bright, carefree smile montarily left Derrick speechless. It was—
‘Ah...’
He looked like soone who lived life freely, without caring what others thought. It was a way of living that Derrick found deeply enviable.
‘I wanted to live like that too.’
Derrick couldn’t help but admire Ihan’s attitude toward life.
‘What a dramatic speech I gave.’
Cough.
Ihan realized how corny his words had been and couldn’t help but cough awkwardly. He must’ve been irritated by how needlessly complicated Derrick made things.
‘Maybe it’s because I’m an instructor?’
Though he wasn’t a real teacher, Ihan had found himself delivering a full-on lecture.
Derrick was clearly young and inexperienced in social interactions. Given his awkward manner of speaking, it seed likely that he had been struggling through life, constantly getting pushed around.
Realizing this, Ihan had let his old habit of offering unsolicited advice slip out. It was like seeing an older colleague give drunken life advice to the younger generation.
Perhaps Ihan saw a reflection of himself in Derrick.
‘...I used to be just like him.’
In his previous life, Ihan had been an orphan after his grandfather’s death. He had grown up insecure and constantly worried about survival, getting pushed around by superiors in the military, until he died young.
That’s why Ihan had so sympathy for his forr self.
He didn’t regret his past life; he understood that, at the ti, there had been no other way to live. But still, he couldn’t help but pity himself.
‘I hope you don’t end up like .’
This kid might be a fellow “traveler” from another world, soone who had lived a similarly difficult life. So, with more experience under his belt, Ihan offered his advice, hoping that Derrick could change for the better.
Positively, of course.
Still—
“...Sorry, I ended up lecturing you.”
“No, honestly, it was refreshing to hear.”
“You don’t an that.”
“I-I do!”
“Enough flattery. You’d better get going. Looks like that purple-haired girl is waiting for you.”
“Ugh...”
By now, the debate had ended, and people were gathering around the impressive young girl, handing her bouquets. Yet, oddly, her gaze was fixed solely on Derrick. Despite their earlier denial, it seed their relationship wasn’t just platonic.
“...It’s not like that.”
“Then I’ll assu you’re in the early stages of sothing.”
“Ugh...!”
“Alright, enough flirting. Get going, unless you want trouble later.”
“...Okay.”
With that, Derrick stood up and trudged away, looking like a husband who couldn’t stand up to his wife. Ihan couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.
...Though maybe Ihan should feel sorrier for himself.
Just then—
“...Instructor.”
“Aren’t you going?”
“It’s not that. I just have sothing I must tell you.”
“What?”
“I know this might sound strange, but... on the last day of the exam, a man-eater will appear. Please be careful.”
“.......”
“Well, I’ll be going now.”
“.......”
Derrick hurried off, clearly aware that he had said sothing unnecessary, but looking relieved as though he had lifted a heavy burden by finally speaking up.
However, for Ihan—
“...That kid just dropped a bombshell at the last mont.”
The last day of the exam.
Which ant—
“It’s the day my kids are taking their exam...”
Of all tis, it had to be on their exam day. Ihan’s expression twisted into a deep scowl.
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