[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 325

The International Exhibition Center in Hanover, Germany. In the Grand Hall there, a presentation of scholars’ achievements was in full swing.

Among the many scholars, Professor Hwang, sitting in the mix, glanced to the side. There, a girl with pink hair was nodding her head repeatedly.

Professor Hwang found the sight both cute and admirable, but at the same time, it made him uneasy. Even though it wasn’t his field of expertise and he could only understand bits and pieces, the pink-haired girl seemed to have no trouble at all.

Just then, a scholar finished their presentation and Q&A, and an old man with a white beard took the stage.

“Chairperson Hughes Colton here. This presentation was about the insertion of nano-enchantments to mitigate electrostatic repulsion, essential for the commercialization of room-temperature nuclear fusion, a crucial technology for small nuclear fusion batteries. Let’s give a round of applause to Dr. Christopher for his hard work.”

As Chairperson Hughes Colton finished speaking, polite applause echoed through the spacious Grand Hall.

“Please be seated by 2 PM after lunch.”

Hearing Hughes Colton’s words, the scholars nodded and began to rise from their seats one by one.

“Ughhh.”

Professor Hwang turned his gaze at the sound from beside him. His student was stretching to her fullest.

“Haah.”

“Did you find it helpful?”

“Yep. It was interesting. But is it really hard to insert kinetic energy under extreme high pressure?”

“Well, magnetic fields are more convenient for holding plasma atoms in place.”

“Ah, I see. That’s the most intuitive way.”

Professor Hwang gave a rather condensed answer, but his student responded with an equally condensed reply.

Without a solid foundation of knowledge, such a conversation would have been impossible.

‘Is it normal to have this kind of conversation with a first-year student…?’

Because of this, Professor Hwang’s gaze toward his student began to shift subtly.

Just as Professor Hwang was looking at Han Ga-eul with a suspicious gaze, someone approached them.

“Isn’t this Professor Hwang?”

“Dr. Liam, what brings you here?”

The man called Dr. Liam smiled deeply at Professor Hwang’s words.

“That’s what I should be asking. Why is someone who isn’t even a nuclear physicist here?”

“What era do you think this is? I’m a magical engineer too.”

“Are you here to steal someone else’s achievements again?”

With an unpleasant smile, Dr. Liam started picking a fight with Professor Hwang, but a voice suddenly flew into his ear.

“What the hell is this guy? Why are you picking on my teacher? You wanna die?”

“Tsk. Such language. Is this really the kind of student you’re raising?”

As Han Ga-eul tried to stand up, Professor Hwang quickly grabbed her arm.

“Don’t talk nonsense to my student.”

“Getting all worked up, huh?”

Dr. Liam, who had been laughing at the scene, suddenly made eye contact with Han Ga-eul.

“Gasp…!”

Dr. Liam felt as if his heart had stopped for a moment and instinctively took a step back.

Because Han Ga-eul’s eyes were definitely not the eyes of a normal human.

**〈Friction Coefficient Manipulation〉**

As Dr. Liam continued to step back, he slipped on something and fell forward, hitting his face on the edge of a table.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

How hard did he hit? The recoil made him fall over again.

Dr. Liam, lifting his head, had a nose that was squashed with a clear horizontal line from hitting the desk.

Dr. Liam, bleeding profusely from his nose, flailed on the floor.

“Hahaha. Teacher, look at that. It’s like a worm wriggling around.”

“Hmm.”

Professor Hwang, hearing Han Ga-eul’s words, subtly covered his mouth and turned his head.

It was hard to hold back laughter because of Dr. Liam’s appearance.

“What’s going on!”

At that moment, people who hadn’t left the Grand Hall rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

Among them was Dr. Hughes Colton, the chairperson of this symposium.

“Hello, Dr. Hughes.”

“Professor Hwang.”

Dr. Hughes Colton stepped forward from the murmuring crowd.

“Doctor, Doctor.”

Hearing the cheerful call, Dr. Hughes Colton’s gaze turned toward Professor Hwang.

“Who…?”

“My student.”

“Ah! Nice to meet you. I’m Hughes Colton. A magical engineer with a foundation in nuclear physics.”

“Hello, Doctor. I’m Han Ga-eul.”

Dr. Hughes Colton, greeted by Han Ga-eul, made a surprised expression.

“Oh, Professor Hwang’s student? You look so young, are you already an assistant professor?”

“No, I’m still a student.”

“Huh? Still?”

Han Ga-eul, her pupils shaking for a moment, pointed at Dr. Liam.

“Doctor, that guy came and picked a fight with our teacher.”

Thanks to that, the eyes of the gathered crowd turned toward Dr. Liam.

“Kuhak! That girl used magic! She used magic!”

At Dr. Liam’s words, the crowd’s gaze shifted to Han Ga-eul.

“Huh? I didn’t use any.”

“Then what’s this!!”

Dr. Liam, still unable to get up and wriggling, shouted with veins popping in his neck.

“What’s that, you idiot? Did you enchant your dick with gravity or something? You might end up pregnant with the mantle.”

The crowd burst into laughter at Han Ga-eul’s words.

Dr. Hughes Colton also found Han Ga-eul’s words funny, but as the chairperson, he couldn’t let the chaos continue.

“As always, the Hanover Grand Hall is equipped with a magic detection device.”

Finishing his words, Dr. Hughes Colton pulled out a round object from his pocket and showed it to the crowd, then raised his other hand.

Whoosh!

Weeeng-! Weeeeng-!

Flames rose from Dr. Hughes Colton’s hand, and a loud siren began to blare.

“Since everyone here is a scholar, you all know this, but if you trigger the mana detector, this happens.”

Dr. Hughes Colton pressed a button on the mana detector, and the noise immediately subsided.

Seeing this, the crowd’s gaze turned back to Dr. Liam. One of them grabbed Dr. Liam’s flailing arm and helped him up.

“This… uh, what?”

Dr. Liam, holding his squashed nose with one hand, stood up and began to visibly panic.

“Ah, no, what on earth is this…”

“Really looks like a loser.”

“Profit!”

Dr. Liam, noticing the ridicule directed at him, quickly pushes through the crowd and heads outside.

“Teacher, let’s go too.”

“Let’s do that.”

Han Ga-eul grabs Professor Hwang’s hand, helps him up, and links arms with him.

“Let’s go on a date with me outside.”

“Haha.”

Professor Hwang, walking arm in arm with Han Ga-eul, turns back and nods his head.

Dr. Hughes Colton, who made eye contact with Professor Hwang, also nods and waves his hand.

“But, teacher. It’s the weekend, is it okay for me to be here with you?”

“Scholars should frequent places like this, where else would they go? And it’s dangerous to go alone because of nerds.”

“Heehee.”

Han Ga-eul, arm in arm with Professor Hwang, looks around as they exit the expansive Hanover International Exhibition Center.

“If you come to Germany, you have to try this.”

“That?”

In response to Professor Hwang’s question, Han Ga-eul laughs and raises a finger.

“Sausage!”

“I’m not really into salty stuff though?”

“Ah, teacher. What isn’t salty in Germany? Even the soup here is probably salty.”

“That’s true. I noticed there’s salt in the bread and pastries too.”

“Right.”

Professor Hwang, walking in step, looks at Han Ga-eul.

Her way of speaking seemed very familiar with foreign countries.

“Ga-eul, have you been to Germany often?”

“No, I haven’t been here before, but I was once invited to a yacht party in Dubai. I tried various foods from different countries there.”

“I see. A yacht party sounds romantic.”

“It was super fun. We went treasure hunting, saw stars with Baekseol. Ah! I also met a lot of nice people.”

Professor Hwang looked at Han Ga-eul, who was chattering away while holding his arm, with a pleased expression.

It was the same back then.

Several active guilds had come to the academy to help with the students’ first dungeon training.

One of them had raised their voice at Professor Hwang, and Han Ga-eul had delivered a flying kick without even looking back.

How could one not adore a student who stands up for them? Although a bit extreme, it was clear that she wasn’t a bad student at heart.

“How did you do that earlier?”

“I cursed them with my superpower.”

“Haha.”

Professor Hwang didn’t press further, sensing that Han Ga-eul didn’t want to talk about it. Many hunters hide their specialized abilities.

Han Ga-eul, knowing this, felt grateful.

“But why does he act like that?”

“Once, our research topics overlapped with Dr. Liam. But after I won the engineering award for that topic, he’s been like that. He thinks I stole his award. Sigh.”

Han Ga-eul tightens her grip on Professor Hwang’s arm as he sighs.

Professor Hwang felt the bad emotions quickly dissipate with the warm body temperature.

“Such people are everywhere, right?”

“But let’s ignore them from now on. We’re scholars, after all.”

“Yep. Huh? We?”

Professor Hwang nods his head with a smile.

“Uh… um. Teacher! I…”

“Let’s go!”

Han Ga-eul, sweating profusely, urgently points to a nearby rented stall.

“This isn’t a tourist spot, so the vendor might not speak English.”

“It’s fine. I can’t speak fluently, but I’ve got confidence!”

Han Ga-eul and Professor Hwang approach the stall, and Han Ga-eul greets the owner.

“Hey. Guten Tag, bro (Hi).”

The stall owner, momentarily flustered by the casual mix of languages, can’t help but smile back at Han Ga-eul’s bright smile.

There was no hint of malice.

“Tag, dude. (Good day, friend).”

“Ich hätte gern das Wurst (Can I have a sausage?).”

The stall owner places a large sausage on the grill, and the sizzling sausage starts to emit a delicious aroma.

“Ga-eul, you speak German too?”

“Just enough to order food so I don’t starve abroad.”

“But your pronunciation…”

Professor Hwang looks surprised at Han Ga-eul’s sharp pronunciation.

“Professor, what would you like to eat?”

“Uh… something not too salty.”

“How about some mashed potatoes?”

“That sounds good.”

Han Ga-eul glances at the food photos on the stall and then looks at the owner.

“Wir hätten gerne einmal das Wurst, zweimal den Kartoffelsalat (We’d like one sausage and two potato salads).”

“Zum hier Essen oder zum Mitnehmen? (For here or to go?)”

“Zum Mitnehmen, bitte (To go, please).”

The stall owner nods at the final order.

“Wow, that curry smell. Is that currywurst?”

“Currywurst?”

“It’s just grilled sausage with curry tomato sauce.”

“Ga-eul, you know a lot about food, huh?”

“I didn’t know much, so I looked it up before coming to Germany. Cooking is my hobby. Eating is also studying!”

Han Ga-eul strikes a fighting pose, and Professor Hwang laughs.

“Professor, let’s go to the butcher shop after this.”

“To buy sausages? I thought processed meat products couldn’t be taken back?”

“We can just put it in the space.”

Professor Hwang’s eyes widen at Han Ga-eul’s words.

“That’s illegal.”

“Oops. Old habits.”

“Han Ga-eul!”