Love Letter From The Future Chapter 8

The days spent at the academy were repetitive.

Except for weekends, your schedule was dictated by the lesson’s titable. There weren’t any students who didn’t care for their grade, so they went to their lectures conducted at the academy, where failing even a single class ant expulsion.

I got injured during last week’s battle against Seria, but I still had to attend all the classes except for the ones of that day itself. No matter how wounded I was, skipping lectures would negatively impact my grades.

So, most academy students had their day’s schedule tailored to their lectures.

For example, if there were students who took a particular class together, they would go to eat together after finishing the lesson. Or, if he had ti until his next lecture, he may go to train on his own at a nearby training center.

I was no exception. Already, a week after the confrontation with Seria, my daily life was slowly regaining its natural course.

My daily life was simple. Go to my lecture, hang out with Celine or Leto, and at the end of the day I would train in the evening.

It was an ordinary schedule, but I liked its normality. To be honest, the events I went through last week ripped apart this daily routine.

After a week of losing my mory, the crazy things I did were still being talked about. Since the “Yurdina’s Beating Incident” beca so famous, it was buried, but it seed like I did other anomalous actions at that ti.

For example, I suddenly went to the Saintess and looked at her without saying a word. I also asked Celine if she had any intention of using any other weapon other than a sword.

I felt the need to apologize to the Saintess separately later on. That gentle saint was panicking so much that she asked ‘What happened’ several tis.

And I didn’t even answer those questions and just turned around and walked away, which I couldn’t understand the reason no matter how much I thought about it.

Why was I so rude and brash when I lost my mory?

Now, I was embarrassed by the advice I gave to Seria last week, ‘Be polite to others’ after telling her to greet when we cross paths again. Every ti I heard those rumors, I had no choice but to heave a sigh.

It was the sa today. I was walking down the lane, wondering when it would be appropriate to visit the saint. But soon I felt soone poking in the ribs.

It was Celine. She grinned while having a look of delight in those brown eyes.

“Hello, Ian Oppa!”

“……Yeah, hello.”

At my sighing voice, Celine covered her mouth and giggled. As if she knew what I was worried about as soon as she saw .

Our friendship has already passed the 10 years mark. Having interacted since the age of eight, she must have understood my thoughts just by looking at my face.

“You are thinking about your lost mory”

Just like I thought, she knew. It wasn’t the first ti my mind has been read by her, so I nodded without a hint of surprise.

It was a pretty unfortunate experience for , but it didn’t seem so for Celine. Rather, she stretched her shoulders and placed her hand on my chest.

The sound generated by that soft touch was registered in my ears. I coughed and sneaked a glance.

“Why didn’t you feel satisfied? Did you forget? Those prideful aristocrats, don’t they make fun of us and call us “plebs”…….”

“Not everyone does, and discrimination by status is prohibited within the academy.”

“It’s just sothing written on the academy regulations.”

At my reply, Celine cut off in a firm tone. I looked around. It was because nothing good would co out if these words were to go into other people’s ears.

Fortunately, people around us didn’t seem to have paid much attention to Celine. Sotis, a murmur could be heard as I passed by.

Last week’s draw against Seria was what led to this stronger reputation.

The first ti is a coincidence, but the second ti is a proof of ability. In addition, the dramatic factor of the second rumor was higher than that of the first.

It was impossible for a swordsman in the middle and lower ranks to overwhelm soone ranked at the top of their grade even if they were a senior by a year. The gap in talent was not sothing to be taken so lightly.

In comparison, what an exemplary and beautiful story it is that he won against the top of the grade by aiming at their opening.

The weak can defeat the strong as long as they have the will necessary. It is a beautiful story that instills hope in the lower ranks and caution in the higher ones.

In addition, in the process, there seed to have been a change in the perception of so students who had previously ignored for being a lower aristocrat. What Celine was trying to say was that.

“Do you know how many kids have been showing off their parents’ status? One told I should be honored to be his concubine.”

‘Ugh.….’

“Tell his na. I’ll go find him.”

As Celine shuddered at those mories, harsh words ca out of my mouth.

From his speech to its content, that man was making feel sick in the stomach. It was inevitable that the desire to beat him up appeared.

Of course, I wasn’t stupid enough to go and beat a senior aristocrat.

No, I’ve hit Yurdina’s daughter. Maybe I can do it now?

Celine burst into laughter as I fell into serious thoughts. She looked at , a little more pleased.

“Yes, but I’ll refrain, since it seems you’re just angry at the fact that soone was rude to you.”

There was a look of disapproval. “But you’re a man, aren’t you?” That look.

I smiled in vain while she looked dumbfounded. I wasn’t the one who would give her the answer she wanted.

“? I’m just afraid you will be the cause of the downfall of one of Your Majesty’s loyal subjects… Argh!”

Celine’s answer to my sarcasm was imdiate. Her foot trampled the top of mine, forcing to jump quickly with a foot up while screaming out of pain.

Celine glanced at with cold eyes and soon snorted, with her arms crossed. A sign of her displeasure.

No matter how much I knew her after spending more than 10 years with her, I still couldn’t understand a girl’s heart.

As I looked at Celine with resentnt, she continued her speech as if she felt it was ti to get back to business.

“Anyway, what I want to say is… Thanks to Ian Oppa’s performance, even high-ranking nobles can’t treat recklessly anymore, afraid that you’ll go crazy and point your sword at them.”

“No matter how much I would like to, I could never do such an insane thing twice…….”

Feeling that headache coming back, I gave such an exasperated answer.

The range of those rumors being spread can’t be decided by my will though. My voice even contained a kind of resignation to what I keenly felt for the past week.

Anyway, if it continues on like this, the world will rember as a fiend who beat up the mber of a revered aristocratic family in the Northern part of the empire.

Perhaps proud of that, Celine grabbed my arm with a sly grin.

I can feel her breasts. At that mont, a realization suddenly crossed my mind, Celine is a lady now.

“Should I spread the rumor that I’m Ian’s lover? In this way, I’m sure nobody would look for ”

“How will you get married in the future then?”

“At that ti, Ian Oppa just needs to take responsibility, right?”

I turned to Celine for a mont, baffled by her coquettish behavior. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and a strange smile hung around her mouth.

She must be joking.

I gave her a smack on the forehead while clicking my tongue. Celine stumbled back, while covering her forehead and let out a cute scream.

“Kya!”

“If you’re born pretty, you should enjoy its benefits, you know? There must be a lot of prestigious aristocratic families who would want to marry you based on your looks.”

Celine’s expression crumpled when I said it. Soon she squeaked.

“You think I would ever marry soone based on their status!”

“Everyone says that when they’re young, but marriage is a different matter altogether.”

As I clicked my tongue, Celine’s eyes were filled with sulky emotions. But what I said was certainly true.

Aristocrats bear the fate of their families from the mont they are born. Even if you weren’t the heir, you had to sacrifice your life for the influence and prestige of your family.

The sa was true for marriage. Celine may want to marry soone she loves, like the main character in a romance novel, but when she will beco mature enough to tie the knot, she will have to consider the future of her family as well.

So I couldn’t shackle a woman with such a bright future. The bitter reality brought a complaint about the injustices of life in my mind.

Celine was still grumbling, unwilling to admit it.

“Well, as long as he cos from an aristocratic family. As long as he is a noble…….”

I knew what was on her mind, but I decided not to impose such a tragic reality on Celine. After all, it was useless to do so.

Instead, while I was thinking about words to comfort Celine, I realized that soone was walking up to us from the opposite side.

Yesterday, he must have stayed up all night, untidy brown curly hair and green eyes that couldn’t hide their fatigue lingering in them. He was one of the pillars of the ‘Three Lower Imperial Nobles,’ along with Celine and .

Leto Einstein was trudging toward us.

“Hey!”

I waved my hand in delight, but Celine looked even more displeased after seeing Leto’s face and even acted like she was about to throw up.

Celine was particularly cold to Leto since while she was his cousin, they grew up as if they were blood-related siblings.

Leto, of course, did the sa. He accepted my greeting with pleasure, and as soon as he saw Celine, he crumpled his face.

“Who is this? If it isn’t the ‘Hero of the Interdiate Ranks’ who’s beating up the high rankers of the Academy these days! And… one ugly girl.”

“Who said I’m ugly? You look like a boiled potato.”

“No, this stupid girl is really…….”

Leto, who looked tired even without Celine’s rebuttal, seed to be dumbfounded, but Celine just stuck her tongue out and hid behind my back.

Leto took a step as if he was going to grab Celine’s hair, but his movents soon stopped as he had no energy left.

It was a characteristic of students in the Mage Faculty. Long hours doing tasks and magical research made them prone to beco exhausted like this. Not considering the fact that Leto Einstein enjoys drinking and clubbing.

I watched him with a slight pity in my eyes, and then, as I heard sothing weird in his words, I inquired.

“What do you an by ‘Hero of the Interdiate Ranks?'”

“What do you think? It’s about you. They were treated so half-heartedly, but I guess seeing you made them think, ‘Can I also do what that guy did?’”

I smirked, an ironic smile crept up my face. What a bunch of nonsense.

“I don’t know what was wrong with either.….”

“But since you lost your mory, your senses have beco sharper, right? You gained more magical power, more strength. Well, I’d like to research the cause.”

Leto seed still interested in my condition, but he soon smacked his lips and changed topic as I began showing my distaste.

Then he smirked as if he had just ca up with a good idea. It was truly a beautiful smile. It was a pity that it usually ca out when he asked for sothing.

Leto asked in a voice full of interest. Seemingly having regained so of his vigor by the force of his curiosity.

“Co to think of it, is that true?”

“……What?”

In response to my question, Leto approached as if I was just pretending to not know and slapped on the shoulder. He then continued on.

“I heard that Yuridna’s bastard is following you around.”

“……What?”

The answer ca from behind my back. Celine’s little head, which was hidden as she used as a shield, popped out.

Her face was icy. Her yellowish-brown eyes had a cold glitter.

“That bitch? Why would she?”

And the eyes of the two siblings turned to . Their eyes were asking for an answer. I finally sighed and turned to my back.

Throughout the campus, street trees were planted for decorative fashion. One of them was particularly a large one and right behind it a glimpse of gray hair could be seen.

Seria Yurinda has beco one of my concerns these days.

Leto burst into a subtle smile, amused by all of this. Celine’s eyes were filled with ferocity.

“Why would she follow Ian around?” Doesn’t she rember the last ti when you almost beat her to death? She must be crazy…….”

“Could it be that there’s a reason? Like having a crush on Ian.”

Celine’s throat seed to be choked up by Leto’s subtle allusion and even showed signs of wanting to go and confront Seria. That’s why my hand held her arm.

“Well, it doesn’t bother , so it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s because it bothers ! I’m still gnashing my teeth just at the thought of last week’s events……!”

Celine’s hostility toward Seria seed to stem from last week’s duel. Of course, before that, I had brutally assaulted Seria as well. However, the human brain likes to interpret facts as it pleases.

It was highly probable that the fact that I beat Seria to near death had already been erased from her mind. Only the mories of the violence I suffered from Seria remained.

At this rate, the collision between Celine and Seria seed to be inevitable. And, no matter how much of a young lady she was, it seed too clear who would end up losing in a conflict to a high-ranking aristocrat who had been given the surna of Yurdina.

The last ti I touched Yurdina, she pretended not to recognize and acted like a spineless woman. I was thankful for that.

I glanced at the growling Celine, then turned again to the glimpses of the gray hair I could see behind the street tree.

Co to think of it, it was a matter that had been left unattended for too long. It had already been a week, so maybe we should talk.

Thinking so, I released the hand that was holding Celine’s arm, and imdiately placed it on Celine’s shoulder.

“Wait, I’ll talk to her.”

“…Ian oppa?”

Celine had a dissatisfied look, but the situation still seed to have been defused, perhaps because she had nothing to say as , the person involved, was coming forward.

Leto looked delighted at the perspective of sothing interesting. He then advised.

“You never know. She might be stalking you because she is so into you. If she confesses, make sure to accept it. Good looks, good background, good ability. How fortunate it would be for you to marry her… Aaarghhh”

Of course, that advice was punished before it even ended.

I cald down my pounding heart, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

To be honest, I couldn’t imagine why Seria Yurdina would follow around.

She fell in love? After having suffered a beating by my wooden sword, last week, she looked like a woman trembling with fear. It was impossible.

Then the possibilities extended in many directions. So of them included ominous speculations.

For example, vengeance.

For , it was bound to be a source of stress. Seria also flinched when she sensed my approaching figure, and her hair started trembling, but she didn’t shy away.

Rather, she even peeked out to check if I was approaching her. As I stood in front of the tree, Seria hesitated and walked out from behind it.

“Seria, do you have sothing to say to ?”

Seria bowed her head instead of answering. Her soft milky skin was flushed bright red.

Is she still afraid of ? As I was brooding over my bitter mories, Seria raised her head after having taken enough courage.

And with eyes full of determination, she opened her mouth while stuttering.

“It’s, it’s, it’s, it’s…….”

She, who continued to talk with difficulty, closed her eyes tightly and bowed. It was a polite gesture of request.

“Ehm, I would like to … Ugh…If it’s not a problem for you! Can you give your guidance?!”

She bit her tongue again, but this was good enough for .

She did not have the snobby attitude of a high-ranking aristocrat, and her aloof side was broken compared to the last ti, and her attitude as a junior of asking her senior’s guidance was excellent.

Looking at her attitude, which had been elevated from being “Yurdina’s ill mannered ” to “Junior” in just a week, I nodded in my heart with satisfaction.

And I said,

“I don’t want to.”

“Well, please take care of … What?”

Seria’s expression of gratitude, which seed to have been prepared in advance, went blank for a mont, as if my answer was unexpected.

Her bewitching gaze turned to , and I smiled at her and repeated.

“I don’t want to.”

Seria froze like a statue.

Translator’s notes:

Hi readers, it’s , the Translator. For personal reasons I think this week I won’t be able to post more chapters, this doesn’t an I’m dropping ‘Love Letter from the Future,’ actually this might be what you expected but actually the reason I won’t post is out of spite….after all I’m a petty person.

After being betrayed by my beloved readers I couldn’t sleep the night out of stress, thinking “fuck what do I translate for”….this one is also a lie. I actually took it quite easy.

Anyway, there will be no further chapters this week, as I’m trying to build a stockpile. But rest assured the wait will be worth it.