No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 59

“Wow… Cassice Demillang is really, really amazing… Even if he gets peeked at, how can he shove it down their throats so thoroughly…”

Hae Yuna said this, and Diedrich said this.

“Haha! Our master is a bit like that… Haha. Ha. Haha. Hahahaha. Ha.”

Just from their reactions, you could see who copied. As the two of them laughed while sprawled on the ground in despair, Shin Myohan sighed in relief while stroking her chest.

“I’m glad I pushed all in a row. At least I’ll get a fifth of a point.”

Capone, who was stabbing his thigh with a ballpoint pen, thought he did well in getting his thigh bruised. Lee Hyang said this to Shin Myohan.

“I prayed to the heavens, but you should have done that too. If you prayed, wouldn’t they have listened a bit better?”

“Ah, that’s a heavenly secret. Professional shamans don’t do that. Maybe you guys, but not me.”

Logan thought he was fortunate not to be a professional shaman. And at the same time, he was contemplating. What should I offer to the World Tree as a sacrifice?

Cassice Demillang smiled at them and said he would only write wrong answers on the exam papers in the future too, so keep that in mind, and after that, they lost all motivation to cheat.

“Even if it was just the magic department, I was going to try to solve the rest, you kind friend…!”

Hae Yuna shouted like this while whining. When asked why she called him a kind friend, she said it’s right that he’s kind for crushing their motivation to cheat, which made even Cassice Demillang burst into laughter. Seeing Diedrich also whining that he’s grateful for making him realize he was wrong and he’s so grateful that it feels too much, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

‘You seductive bastards. Do you know how hard I studied and you’re trying to swallow it for free?’

Ryuseong calmly thought while looking at the torn smile.

The real crazy one must be Cassice Demillang…

That’s right. No matter how you look at it, true madness was Cassice’ share.

After that, four days flowed by like a stream.

“Cassice Demillang is really, really amazing. How can you remain so dignified even during the exam period?”

“We’re covered in dark circles.”

“It means you don’t need to study all night. Geniuses have different brains than us.”

For four days, Cassice Demillang, who studied all night in his room, had nosebleeds about ten times.

There was even an incident where Ryuseong’s bread was snatched away while trying to stop him from shoving blood-stained bread into his mouth, saying he had to study and had no time to replace it with a new one. His already pale skin was getting paler and paler, to the point of looking pale.

However, his efforts were not seen by others.

As if trying to keep the material of a swan swimming under the surface from being known to outsiders, he was only as fierce in places where the students could see him as he usually was.

He was noble and elegant.

But it was different when he returned to his room.

‘…’

He flipped through books like a madman and tried to memorize everything. In short, even if he was told to memorize only the amount that appears in the past exams, he would be sick in bed. Cassice was crazily reciting additional material to prepare for the possibility of the test scope being revised as much as the past exams were fully disclosed.

During those four days, Ryuseong wasn’t worried about who would be carried away, but worried that Cassice, who was carried away, would walk into the exam room while getting an IV drip. It seemed almost like a foregone conclusion that he would be carried away.

But he couldn’t stop him either. Throughout the exam period, he was subtly sharpened.

He seemed to be displeased that he himself wasn’t studying, so Ryuseong deliberately took new notes on textbook content he already knew, but it only made him snort more, so he stopped. When he stopped, he was irritable in that way too, but well.

Prestigious families are usually sensitive to grades.

‘Is it because of that influence?’

Is that the reason why Cassice Demillang is pushing himself?

‘Then were you always like this at some point?’

Even when suffocating and staggering from lack of sleep, did you straighten your back in front of others and pretend not to be? Did you make the internal collapse completely unknown?

‘So did I not know you?’

Who knew you put in this much effort?

Did such a person even exist?

Then on the fourth day. When the exam was completely over.

Ryuseong was about to get up from his seat, but seeing Cassice holding his temple as if his head was spinning for a moment, he hugged and lifted him up. He resisted, but Ryuseong crossed the corridor without paying attention.

The limp wrist’s tapping on his chest was feeble. Pale complexion. Blue blood vessels on the pale eyelids.

Now even Cassice Demillang’s splendor seemed to thoroughly seek isolation.

***

Wow, I almost collapsed right there, but Ryuseong was quick to notice. Very good. I only pretended to resist a few times while being held by him. If I walked on my own, I felt like I would really die. When I looked in the mirror after roughly staying up for ten days, I didn’t look like a living person either. I thought Ryuseong did well not to make me faint. Of course, if he made me faint, I would have killed him. How dare you take away my study time during the exam period? Are you crazy?

To be honest, I’m good at cramming. Studying consistently with preview and review is something I did because it’s a field I’m learning for the first time, and cramming is my true essence. Staying up for ten days? I did this before taking the college entrance exam too and went from full level 9 to level 1 in 6 months.

‘Instead, I was carried away after the exam.’

Now, instead of an ambulance, Ryuseong is just moving me, but it was still a situation of being carried away. Thanks to Ryuseong, I arrived at the infirmary in a dazed state. But the medical professor wasn’t there. Well, since he’s also the homeroom teacher, he must be busy managing grades. I respect you. You do a hell of a lot of work. If I were asked to be both the homeroom teacher and the school nurse at the same time, I would probably throw my resignation letter at the principal’s face. While thinking that and blankly looking out the window, Ryuseong waved his hand.

“What is it?”

“…I’m not sure if you’re in your right mind.”

I tried to laugh, but even my smile faded weakly. I really seemed to have no strength.

“Should I give you a potion at least?”

“If I’m going to take a potion, mine would be better. But still, it would be better to get a checkup first, so hmm. To say there’s a patient on the intercom…?”

“Is it okay for someone to know about your injury?”

“Ah.”

Oops. I can’t even realize such a simple thing, is my head really hurting?

“Say you’re the one who’s hurt.”

“…I carried you, so if I say I’m hurt, it wouldn’t be very natural.”

“Hmm.”

This is also true. Then I was about to tell him to do whatever it takes to bring the homeroom teacher, but suddenly the door opened with a loud bang. Bam! I was just startled, but Ryuseong got on the bed faster than anyone and closed the curtain.

Fortunately, the people who opened the door seemed to not notice the curtain of the infirmary bed closing as they were chatting among themselves.

“Eek! What if you open it so suddenly like that?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve never seen the school nurse in place. The kids also take the potions on their own. Then it gets refilled that much.”

“The teacher doesn’t scold them?”

“He’s probably too exhausted to do that while being a homeroom teacher he wasn’t before. Ah, anyway. Sit, sit. It’s been so long since we’ve had a moment alone, just the two of us…”

And the next development was as expected. They started hugging each other and doing oohing and aahing things. Wow. There are really people who do this in the infirmary? No, there would be, I guess. Because we did it too. Damn it! Darn it! I didn’t mean to do that! I had no choice because I got caught up with Ryuseong!

“They’re being a nuisance…”

Then Ryuseong, who was straddling me, spat out savagely. But I couldn’t understand why he was doing this.

‘Why, are you going to cut your empathy score because someone else is doing what you did?’

I’m not sure, but he seemed to want to pull back the curtain and walk out with dignity, kicking their cheeky butts like a master of double standards.

But I was a lump stuck to his side. As long as I didn’t want to reveal my injured and weak appearance, he couldn’t act rashly.

I was giggling because it was funny that Ryuseong was being swayed because of me, but he made an annoyed expression. Oh, come to think of it, our faces are close. Our bodies are also tightly pressed together.

…Shall we do some serious stuff too?

“Don’t have any ridiculous thoughts. I called.”

Ryuseong looked down at me with eyes full of regret and shook his cell phone. I was a bit confused about what he called, but an absurd sound rang out between rough breaths and moans.

It was the sound of a pig being slaughtered.

“Kkeuuuuugh!”

“Alright. Put your clothes on and get out.”

The school nurse, our homeroom teacher, was hitting their heads with the attendance book with a very tired face. The way he was pounding only the metal parts seemed like it wasn’t a skill he had done once or twice.

‘Well, there must have been more than a few troublemakers at school.’

Thinking about how naked college students were in my time…

Oh my, how terrible.

“Where are you?”

Anyway, after kicking them out and locking the infirmary door, the medical professor called us and Ryuseong opened the curtain. When he said here, the homeroom teacher immediately came this way. Every time Ryuseong talked about the frequency and degree of nosebleeds I had during that time, his expression hardened more and more.

It seemed he didn’t know my condition was this bad since he came in as the exam proctor every time and saw me.

‘My acting skills aren’t dead yet?’

Whether I was being silly or not, the homeroom teacher who finished the diagnosis spoke seriously.

“I think you need to get an IV for a bit.”

Despite the serious expression, it was nothing special. I answered leisurely.

“Yes, please do it.”

“…Me?”

“…Then should I stick it?”

He quietly explained that he didn’t mean for me to do that, and after glancing at me with a complicated gaze, he set up the IV for me. But after that, the atmosphere flowed strangely. The mood was as if I had said something wrong.

‘What? Did I violate the medical law?’

…I haven’t even stuck it yet?