Chapter 257

[V-Tube has deleted the creator’s content.]

[Hello, No Name Official.

The V-Tube team has reviewed the creator’s content and confirmed that it violates the policy regarding hate speech. Accordingly, the following content has been deleted from V-Tube.]

[Video: Bombing Terror Situation Report / Letter to Walpurgis]

“Well, if it was going to end up like this anyway, I should have just told Professor Cheon to delete it back then.”

In the lonely, quiet room, I turned on the hologram projector to summon Adella as my companion.

Adella, summoned in a slightly smaller size, rolled around on the bed before crawling under the blanket.

“I heard you two fought because of that? Seriously, why did you leave such a nice house? It’s not like you wouldn’t see each other for a lifetime.”

“Yeah, I guess. Looking back, it seems like it would have been right for me to swallow my pride.”

“What was your original plan?”

During this time, I had only been formulating future plans based on how Walpurgis would respond.

“If they post a video threatening retaliation, I’d have to leave the Academy and go into hiding for a while.”

In that case, their focus would likely be on spreading “ideology” rather than targeting me directly.

Therefore, there was a high probability that not just I, but my acquaintances would also be in danger, and in such moments, I had to cut off all social ties to ensure their safety.

“What about now?”

“Considering they’re not reversing their initial apology, it’s highly likely they’re hiding another scheme. Whether it’s to target me or you, Adella.”

“They’re a scheming bunch.”

“Such types of people, when faced directly, cannot be that pathetic. They put forth a facade of superiority to hide their own weakness.”

“But they might really mean it.”

“Of course, while they might not want to antagonize Korea… being overly optimistic isn’t helpful at the moment.”

Occasionally, interviews with disgruntled lower-level members of the organization appeared in the news, suggesting that opinions within the organization weren’t entirely unified yet.

At times like this, I could simply blend in with the public and live a normal life.

The scale was small, but terror was still terror.

Especially, a failed terror act could rot the entire organization, and even now, worldwide pressure against Walpurgis was increasing.

However, I never expected the video to be taken down this quickly.

After all, the current level of hatred that Americans had for Walpurgis was sky-high.

“Have I been viewing modern individuals through a medieval lens?”

It was unexpected for V-Tube to prioritize controlling expressions of hatred towards Islam over the anger directed at terrorists.

But I wasn’t the only one who thought this way; numerous people sent protest emails to V-Tube’s headquarters and amplified their voices on social media with the hashtag ‘#savenoname.’

Before public sentiment flowed in a more bizarre direction, I wrapped things up by apologizing on a community post, saying I felt I had made a hasty comment.

Three days felt a bit short, but judging by views, Walpurgis must have seen it and more.

Whatever the case, I’d achieved my intended goal and needed to sincerely apologize to Professor Cheon tomorrow.

“Hmm? What’s this?”

“Oh, that? I stopped by the class this evening and saw it stuck in the shoe rack, so I took it.”

A small letter envelope placed next to the stand.

In the center, there was a big pink heart sticker bought from a stationery store.

Adella’s hand, unable to interact with reality, skimmed across the letter.

“This is a… wait! A confession letter!”

“It is, but…”

“Hahaha! It’s a confession for my older sister, kyaahahaha!”

“Can you not trample on a child’s innocence?”

“I want to see the content quickly! I wonder who would dare confess to such a scary sister! Who wrote this?”

“I don’t know either. There’s no name on it.”

“Wait? A confession letter? Isn’t that odd?”

* * *

“So, who is this? Who?! Come out quickly!”

The next morning, Seoyuna was frantically surveying the classroom to identify the culprit.

“A culprit? There’s nothing wrong here.”

“Name, be quiet! This is a very serious matter!”

“What is it? Let me see it too.”

As Yuna glared with wide eyes, Seori chimed in, expressing her own curiosity about the letter.

“Gasp…!”

[To. Name

Hi, Name. This is my first time writing a letter, so please understand if my handwriting is messy.

To be honest, I liked you a lot when I first saw you.

Because you seemed so pretty, cute, and kind.

Moreover, you study the best in class and help your friends with their test studies, which I think is really nice.

So, I wanted to let you know my feelings by writing this letter.

I really like you a lot.

You’re really famous and have lots of fans, but I don’t like you just because you’re on TV.

So, would you like to date me? Please answer after school.

From. ]

The sender’s name was not included.

There were no signs of it being erased; it simply wasn’t recorded from the outset.

As it went on, the writing became increasingly shaky, suggesting that the writer might have gotten distracted while writing the letter.

Or it could just be a prank letter.

If there had been a name, I would’ve kept it a secret for the sake of that child’s privacy, but since there wasn’t any, I had no qualms about making it public.

Why? Simply because it’s fun.

“It doesn’t seem like it was written as a joke.”

“Why?”

Detective Seori’s deduction drew curious expressions from the other children.

“You see this heart sticker? It’s a pricey idol sticker sold only in department stores or online.”

I hadn’t even thought that far, but it seemed the kids were surprisingly sharp.

“Did a boy from our class write this? It could be from another class.”

“No, look here. It says I helped with the studying. That means it’s from our class.”

“Wow, Han Seori, you’re a genius!”

“Ahem! That means the culprit is among us!”

This was something that could be easily inferred.

If it wasn’t a joke, my situation would become somewhat awkward.

No matter how much one’s mental age becomes fused with physical age, the weight of the years lived is different.

Even looking at middle or high school students, they seem cute like babies, but if it’s the second graders who are eight years old, that’s another story.

They’re like newborns to me.

“What’s your ideal type, Name?”

“Is there a boy you like in our class?”

Even friends who usually don’t talk much with me joined in with the questioning.

Conversations about the opposite sex were always a topic of great interest to girls.

Since the situation had developed this far, I gave an appropriate response for the sake of the children’s futures.

“Someone who listens well to the teacher, studies well, and is good at sports.”

“How good at studying do they have to be?”

“Why do you ask that, Han Gyeol Kim? You didn’t write this, did you?”

“Absolutely not! No, No Name is first in the whole school, and if she wants someone who studies better than her, that means there’s no one she likes at all.”

“Oh, that’s true?”

“Well, being better than me is still alright.”

Meanwhile, Seoyuna and Han Seori were wide-eyed, observing the children’s reactions.

“Again? Name, do you have another ideal type?”

No longer caring about the confession letter, Nuri and Sebin were simply curious about my thoughts.

“I also like someone strong.”

I couldn’t quite say I liked someone who was good at fighting, so I expressed it indirectly.

After all, that would not be educational or emotionally appropriate for kids at this age.

“Since Name is weak, you must want a guy who can protect you!”

“Wow, like a princess!”

“What are you talking about? I’m the strongest at the Academy! I hope you all never call me weak, even jokingly.”

“Kyaah! Name-chan is cute, cute!”

Bigger kids, 10cm, 20cm taller than me, started touching around my chin.

‘If you’re satisfied, that’s enough.’

Half resigned, being pushed around by the kids’ playful touches, I spotted one of my classmates who had just entered.

The last attendance number, number 21, Hong Jun.

At a height of 138cm, he was almost on par with the older kids and was the largest in our class, having played the ace role in the last PE competition.

Since the ability to handle aura at the kids’ level is generally similar, the strength used with aura tends to correlate with their existing strength.

“Good morning, Jun. How about putting your bag down and coming over to sit for a moment?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Let’s have an arm wrestling match.”

“…?”

Hong Jun, tilting his head as if he couldn’t believe he had heard that.

“What’s the handicap? I feel like I could win with just a finger against No Name.”

“Jun, you shouldn’t casually say words you can’t back up as a guy.”

“They’re having an arm wrestling match? No Name could never lose to Hong Jun.”

“No! Name can win!”

Han Seori bounced up excitedly to support me.

“I told you! Last time at the playground, Name defeated all the bad older brothers!”

It seemed he felt wronged that friends didn’t trust his words.

After all, it was more than half a year ago, but he still held onto it.

So, for Seori’s sake, I had to make sure I won.

I pressed my forearm firmly against the desk and clenched my fist.

And then, a tiny pinky finger shyly popped out.

“Hong Jun, hold on.”

“Huh…?”

“I said hold on. Can’t you see?”

“Why are you giving yourself a handicap?”

“Because I’m stronger than you.”

I calmly insisted, and the child reluctantly positioned his grip.

“Wooo!”

The boys erupted in ridicule and jeers.

In contrast, Hong Jun whispered to me, his eyes filled with concern.

“No Name, should I let you win a bit?”

“Letting me win? Trust me, I’ll put in my full strength. Is that how you’re a guy?”

“Then I’ll go full out…!”

It seemed even the little ones couldn’t tolerate actions that insulted their pride.

“One, two, three!”

Han Seori began counting down to signal the start.

There was no need to manifest my aura externally against these kids.

Unless it was a professional trained like Ban So Wol in the Philosophy Department of Korea University, for elementary students, merely using the aura I manage while breathing normally would be enough.

“Why isn’t he losing?”

“Wooo, Hong Jun, don’t let him win! It’s way too obvious!”

“No, that’s not…! I’m not losing—”

Just then, the eyes of the child sitting across began to tremble fiercely left and right.

The reason I learned magic and swordsmanship until death in my past life. And why I chose these kids as companions in this life.

Maybe I was captivated by the raw emotions they presented.

Right now, since the opponent was a little one, I didn’t feel much excitement, but I imagined how I’d feel if it was someone different.

What if it were 신연호 from the Theoretical Magic Department at Korea University?

Or Professor Cheon Kyujin, or Principal 구온유?

It could even be a senior member from Walpurgis, whose face I hardly know.

Whichever side it was, it felt like it would truly make me happy.

Bang-!

“Ah!”

Hong Jun let out a short scream, and the competition ended abruptly.

I infused cold energy into the slightly reddened knuckles of Jun to relieve the heat.

The classmates were still murmuring in disbelief.

“Did you really use your full strength?”

“It’s okay. It’s natural to find it hard to believe. You won’t know unless you experience it yourself.”

I certainly never expected that I would die and be reincarnated twice.

Indeed, experience is truly important for people.

Soon, there will be the Academy对抗赛.

I should start subtly fulfilling the personal request Principal 구온유 made of me.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and come sit for the next round.”

* * *

“Hello, Mr. Name’s Father!”

“Hello. You must be Name’s homeroom teacher? You’ve been working hard.”

“Not at all! Name is very capable, so I’ve been receiving a lot of help throughout the classes. This is A Class, Mr. Name.”

Before the first period starts.

Diligent parents were already beginning to gather one or two by one.

Among them, the earliest arrival was Professor Cheon Kyujin.

Interestingly, he arrived so early that Principal 구온유 personally came to welcome him.

After fidgeting for a while in the principal’s office, he was finally led to 2nd Grade A Class by Jackie Carroll’s teacher.

This was Name’s class, where he would be visiting for the second time since the parent-teacher consultation.

The fact that Name had received a confession letter kept repeating in his mind.

One corner of his heart remained uneasy.

It infuriated him more that an unknown boy had confessed to her rather than the fact that she hadn’t returned home.

Already considering Name like his own daughter, Professor Cheon Kyujin found himself wanting to keep an eye on any boys getting too close.

“Everyone in 2nd Grade A! It’s almost time to start the first period, so let’s prepare your textbooks and sit down! You kids, what are you doing there?”

As Jackie entered through the front door first, Professor Cheon quietly opened the back door and entered the classroom.

“…!”

Professor Cheon’s gaze fell upon Name, whom he longed to see, sitting demurely in the center of the classroom, surrounded by all the boys, receiving cheers and applause all around her.

‘Who is the culprit?!’