Chapter 74

Shuou Hero Academy Director.

Yoshizaki Seira, the White Empress, appeared with a parasol like Mary Poppins.

She's alive.

Isn't she impressive? (Illustration 有)

Seira's blood-red eyes, under the fully opened parasol, gazed at the countless Ritsuko clones filling the staircase.

[You, you are... you are...]

Ritsuko's voice trembled.

The Ritsuko clones all over the staircase began to sweat coldly.

The White Empress, Yoshizaki Seira.

Thirty years ago, during the great disaster.

The era of calamity began when the gate opened and the interdimensional monsters, the Isekizoku, first appeared at Ground Zero in the Kanto region.

Ritsuko wasn't so foolish as to not recognize the face of the great hero who had saved human civilization when it was on the brink of extinction.

"Hmm? From the look on your face, it seems you have recognized this body."

Seira's lips curled up.

But her blood-red eyes were not smiling at all.

[How... how could you... How could youuuuuu!!]

Ritsuko let out a tearing scream.

Only the same mental imagery can counter another mental imagery.

With Seira's mental imagery, the World End White, fully deployed, Ritsuko could do nothing.

Just meaningless flailing.

Even now, she felt her body shrink and her magic power being drained by the hostile mental world.

[This can't be. This can't beeeeeee!!]

Just as Ritsuko was about to go berserk.

Seira infused her parasol with magic power.

A brilliant white light enveloped the black parasol, emitting a flash.

Click, clack.

As the black parasol turned pure white, a full-body armor in the form of a white hime armor was donned over her gothic lolita dress.

Seira, who had flown up, gently sat on Ritsuko's waist as she landed.

Snap.

When she flicked her fingers, a teacup filled with tea, which had somehow avoided the battle's aftermath, flew into Seira's hand.

She sipped the tea.

"Indeed, the tea after a battle is the most special."

Seira smiled.

Her gaze, however, was fixed on Kim Deok-sung.

*

Ritsuko's rebellion ended futilely with the appearance of Yoshizaki Seira.

Instead of being transferred to the association's prison, Ritsuko was injected with the new-generation nano machine bomb developed by Saori and forced to become Seira's secretary and slave.

The official reason was to make her experience firsthand what Mako had endured.

But in reality, it was just Seira, who didn't like working, getting a dedicated slave to handle her duties.

An unexpected development in the original story.

'But it's not bad.'

In this kind world, there was no reason for Ritsuko to betray anyone, and she obediently followed the director's orders after being overwhelmingly suppressed by Seira.

The position of the Kamyua clan's head naturally went to Mako.

A mere student became the boss of Japan's underworld overnight.

After the incident, Saori completely removed the nano machine bomb from Mako's body as a bonus.

This was a development that was also in the original story.

"Lord, I value the position of your first sword more than the head of the clan."

Mako said this with a smile.

The fact that Mako was a girl, not a boy, eventually became known throughout the school.

She had taken off her male disguise.

She was quite nervous about it, but in this kind world, no one criticized her for her gender.

"So you were Kamyua Mako, not Kamyua Mako-kun."

"You still look like a prince, though."

"You're an assassin by origin? That's so cool! The boss of the underworld!"

"Totally cool!"

"I want to call you Kamyua-nee!"

"I actually like it!"

On the day she transferred as a female student for the second time, Mako gained a new nickname: "Assassin Prince."

What's an Assassin Prince, an Assassin Prince.

I don't even know what kind of black-haired, black-eyed guy this is, and the world's naming sense is just frustrating.

And what I gained.

[Little one, this time, the mistake with Mako is undoubtedly mine. (; ω ;)]

[Not noticing the Kamyua clan's assassin infiltrating in male disguise... (╥﹏╥)(╥﹏╥)]

[So, to apologize to you and commend your efforts, I have decided to give you a private dorm room, using my authority. ヽ(*´∀｀)八(´∀｀*)ノ]

[I hope you like the private room. Hehe. ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿✿◕ ‿ ◕✿]

It was the private room, a privilege of top students like Olivia, Rin, and Nishizawa, which I had received from the director.

No more cramped two-person rooms.

Now, happiness begins.

I hummed a tune and swiped my student handbook on the door lock of the private room assigned to me.

Beep.

The door, which looked both luxurious and heavy, opened to reveal a spacious room that rivaled a hotel suite.

A sunny terrace, a plush queen-sized bed, and a high-quality wooden table.

The lavish interior design pleased me, making me wonder if this was even the same dormitory.

"Welcome, Kim Deok-sung-sama."

Han Se-jin, a beautiful woman with ash-gray short hair in a black suit, bowed respectfully to me.

Wait, Han Se-jin?

"Why are you here?"

"I have been granted permission to stay by your side as an attendant by the director."

Han Se-jin saluted.

Her gray eyes looked at me.

Attendant?

Like Olivia's personal maid, Bella.

This was an unexpected situation, and I was a bit flustered.

"If my presence is inconvenient... I will leave immediately."

Han Se-jin's voice trembled for the first time.

Her usually calm gray eyes wavered.

I waved my hand.

"No, it's fine. You don't have to leave."

In this crazy world filled with light novel characters, there was no need to refuse the only person who was close to being normal and competent.

Han Se-jin's eyes trembled at my words.

Snap.

She saluted again.

"Thank you, Kim Deok-sung-sama! I will dedicate my body and soul to you!"

Not an old-fashioned salute to a flag.

I don't know why she's doing this.

My head hurts.

"Take it easy. Take it easy."

"I understand, Kim Deok-sung-sama."

I headed to the terrace, leaving her saluting behind.

The exact same terrace that was always shown in Olivia's room in the anime.

I sat at the table there.

The view of the school grounds spread out below, and a refreshing breeze blew.

Yes, this is it.

"Here, a cold cola, Kim Deok-sung-sama."

Han Se-jin placed a glass of cola, with ice so cold it was covered in condensation, in front of me.

I drank the cola she placed.

The fizzy carbonation went down my throat.

Yes, this is the taste.

Indeed, cola is the best.

"And this is a comprehensive report summarizing the domestic reaction to your activities during the Tokyo Plaza terrorist incident."

She placed a tablet PC in front of me.

I picked up the tablet without much thought.

And there it was.

[Can the combined efforts of all Japanese heroes not even match Kim Deok-sung's heels? K-Hero Kim Deok-sung's outstanding performance in the Tokyo Plaza terrorist incident ignites Japan's jealousy! The wounded pride of the self-proclaimed 'Heroic Powerhouse'! On the contrary, K-Hero Kim Deok-sung becomes a model for heroes! The world learns from Kim Deok-sung! "Now Japan must learn from Korea."]

[The world is in an uproar over Kim Deok-sung's outstanding performance in the Tokyo Plaza terrorist incident! The world is now seeking help from the emerging heroic powerhouse, Korea! "What kind of country is Korea to produce such a talent as Kim Deok-sung?" A prominent American scholar is amazed by the Korean culture that raised Kim Deok-sung!]

[(Warning: Anger Inducing!) The absurd reactions of Japanese netizens, who are extremely envious of Kim Deok-sung's performance in Tokyo Plaza! / Japanese people who praise Kim Deok-sung also appear!]

[The Tokyo Plaza terrorist incident, stopped by Kim Deok-sung, a student... The national enthusiasm for Kim Deok-sung's continuous heroic activities abroad...]

[President Kang: "I cannot help but admire Kim Deok-sung's performance. He is the hope of the Republic of Korea. The government will not hesitate to provide continuous and full support to Kim Deok-sung."]

[(Today's Five-Minute News) President Kang, overwhelmed with emotion, shed tears during a statement at the Blue House... "The long-standing grievances of Korea are being resolved by Kim Deok-sung's appearance. As a citizen, not as a president, I truly respect him."]

[(Exclusive) Interview with Kim Deok-sung's high school teacher... "Deok-sung? He was obviously destined for greatness. I knew it, no lie."]

[Han Se-ra, a K-pop idol, makes a shocking confession... "I am a fervent fan of Kim Deok-sung. He is my ideal type. If I were to have a boyfriend, I would want someone like Kim Deok-sung. I want to meet him once and give him my album."]

A damn national pride gift set was displayed.

My head spun.

Who's the high school teacher? According to Kim Deok-sung's memories, all the teachers were bastards.

My face really heated up.

I turned off the tablet's screen.

Why is she showing me this suddenly? Trying to assassinate me?

I turned my gaze to Han Se-jin.

"How do you find it, Kim Deok-sung-sama? Your performance. Isn't it impressive? I must admit, I am always overwhelmed by your performance."

Han Se-jin spoke with rare enthusiasm.

Her burning gaze, like a fanatic worshiping a cult leader, reached me.