I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy

N – 14. Marriage

If you think about it, it is indeed cheating.

If you dig deeper, I was cheating from the beginning.

I thought it was a problem to be resolved someday.

But to come up like this here.

“…I’m sorry for having a brother like this.”

My sister approaches with her fists clenched.

Tears trickle down as she closes the distance.

The tears are for Scarlett.

The fists are for me.

I took a couple of steps back.

At this moment, if I get hit obediently-

Things will really get complicated.

For now, I didn’t want to get hit by her.

“Wait. I understand you’re angry.”

“Scarlett, let me handle this. Let me do it with my own hands.”

“Hmm.”

Scarlett remained silent with her arms still crossed.

I could feel the determination to quietly observe whatever chaos might ensue.

At this moment, the best I could do was?

“…Paula.”

“Yes, yes. Yes, Instructor.”

“One.”

Whispering to the little saint.

And gently placing her down.

“Two…”

This is not running away.

It’s just a move to create a new position.

Even if I don’t deserve to feel wronged-

It’s not like I have nothing to say even if I had ten mouths.

“Three!”

If a dog stays at a school for three years, it can recite poetry,

And if you live as a disciple for six months…

Even the saint will develop a sense of awareness.

“Oh, oh-“

The panicked last words of my distant sister.

Without any prior consultation,

We started running in opposite directions.

“Huff, huff…”

I returned the power I had gained from the other world.

All of it. Without leaving a single trace.

What was left for me then?

Nevertheless, am I not an adult man?

If I run at full speed, leaving behind a college girl-

“Huff, huff…”

It wasn’t as easy as pie.

But I did it.

Enjoying that joy, I leaned against the railing.

“I’m going to die…”

The voice of my heart flows out without filtering.

It’s possible because it’s the rooftop on a moonlit night with no one listening.

After a midnight chase, the place I finally reached was, after all, the top of my house.

I couldn’t take care of Paula…

I can find her later.

She’s a saint who stands out immensely.

“Puhup…”

Laughter.

Only then did I feel a presence behind me.

I slowly turned my head and-

“Sigh…”

I let out a sigh.

“How long have you been here?”

“For quite a while.”

“How did you know?”

“I thought you’d come here.”

Scarlett. Scarlett Rain.

It was unfamiliar to see her giggling with a bottle of alcohol in one hand.

But she was the Scarlett I knew.

At the same time, the tension that had been on edge was released.

“Pff…”

She, precariously perched on the rooftop railing, burst into laughter again.

Normally, I would stop her,

But even if she fell backward, she would land on her feet.

“Do I look that funny?”

“Funny. So funny it’s a bit hard to handle.”

Is she the type to laugh easily when drunk?

“The guy who didn’t flinch in front of a monster the size of a house, doesn’t want to get hit by his little sister… Kk…”

“Really…”

“Isn’t this the first time you’ve blatantly run away? We should commemorate this.”

I responded to her, who seemed to have a bit of Paula mixed in.

“If I just take it quietly, I won’t be able to make any excuses later.”

“Excuses. Excuses…”

Scarlett looked at me while shaking the bottle a couple of times.

Her drowsy eyes cleared, and she looked at me with a sharp gaze.

“What excuse?”

The response came back, and the laughter stopped.

But she wasn’t angry.

“Tell me. I’ll listen now.”

She seemed eager to hear.

What I was thinking.

What my plans were,

and why.

Her hair was swept and scattered by the strong wind.

The moonlight gently touched her bright red hair.

“……”

I answered.

“Paula Maria. Adela Cash.”

“……”

“I love them.”

“…Really?”

“Maybe as much as I love you.”

It was truly a trashy thing to say.

But it was something that had to be addressed eventually.

“Why did you accept my proposal?”

“Because I wanted to marry you.”

“Ah, so to sum it up…”

Scarlett downed the remaining liquor straight from the bottle.

As if to soothe myself in advance for the words I was about to hear.

This one sentence is also my share to spit out.

“I intend to propose to both of them.”

“……”

“Well, actually-“

I shrugged my shoulders.

Since I had become honest with myself, and since I had become trash, I decided to be a little more shameless.

“It’s not that strange, is it?”

“……Is this?”

“In that world, you know.”

Let’s not forget. Scarlett’s hometown is the Middle Ages.

It’s not a worldview where polygamy is a heinous crime.

So I started with the younger sister.

This is my true intention and plan, but,

To persuade the younger sister-

“Not in this world, though.”

A difference in perception spanning centuries.

There was no way to bridge that gap.

“……”

Scarlett quietly stood up.

She stood tall on the railing.

“I actually knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Everything. I kind of figured.”

A natural sense that doesn’t falter even while staggering.

She spoke as she walked along the railing as if performing acrobatics.

“But hearing it from your mouth is something else.”

“…Is that so.”

“To put it more bluntly-“

Whoosh!

With the sound of the wind, Scarlett descended from the railing.

“I’ve been hurt.”

“……”

“A feeling I was sure I’d never experience in my life. It’s very complicated.”

She was born a woman,

But she hasn’t lived long as one.

She regretted it inwardly.

Maybe she should have waited a bit longer before speaking.

“The feeling of sharing someone you love… I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”

“…I understand.”

She had said everything she needed to and had no intention of taking it back,

Now it was time for her to lose face.

The man with his head bowed spoke.

“You must be disappointed in a person like me.”

“……”

“No, even if you feel more than that, I can’t help-“

Smack!

A blow struck the top of his bowed head.

As the world spun,

He realized Scarlett was right in front of him.

“The part that really pisses me off the most.”

“……”

She smiled faintly.

Looking straight up at me.

She wasn’t particularly teary-eyed,

Nor was her smile particularly bright.

It was the same smile I always saw.

“I don’t think it’s particularly so.”

“……”

“And you, you seem a bit arrogant.”

She shrugged her shoulders as she passed me.

“You haven’t even proposed to them yet, have you?”

“Th… that’s right?”

“Since we’re on the topic, do it now.”

“What?”

Now? Propose?

While I was savoring the feeling that something was off, Scarlett, who had gone behind the rooftop pillar, peeked her head out.

“Say the same thing in front of this guy.”

“…No way.”

They say people can be killers.

The owner of the head peeking out from under her was-

“…Instructor.”

Paula.

Paula Maria.

“…Uh, since when?”

“I was here before you.”

“……”

“I picked her up.”

Cold sweat trickled down.

“Well… from the beginning, I guess?”

A truly devilish idea.

A drunken Scarlett could twist things up like this.

“Instructor, um… that…”

Paula, twisting her body and unable to even make eye contact with me.

In this atmosphere,

To the saint who had heard all the conversation until now-

I have to ask her to marry me.

“……”

I need a drink, a drink.

I need it desperately.

At the moment when I was lost for words and direction.

It was Paula who spoke first.

“In, Instructor!”

“…Yes. Yes. Miss Paula.”

“Now, now…”

And then, she spoke with courage.

Paula, who had witnessed all my trashy moves until then, opened her mouth.

“…Can, can I call you husband?”

“……”

“……”

—

A white dress flutters in the wind.

Each headpiece, adorned with style, also shines brilliantly here.

Russell.

The square of that place.

Among them, the one in the blue patterned dress,

Strides towards me-

“Ahhh!”

Pulled my ear mercilessly.

“Why are you doing this on such a good day-“

“Good day? A good daaay?!”

With a snap, the grip is released.

The lingering sting still remains.

And, as if receiving that sting on her forehead-

Adela, panting heavily.

“Are you crazy, brother?! Do you want to die?”

“Because it’s someone who can really kill me, my knees are trembling. Please, just a little more gently-“

“How, how on earth, how could you!”

Beyond that, there is a white dress being adorned by students,

And next to it, a woman in a red hanbok looking at me with disdain.

And then, awkwardly perched at the tips of Paula’s slowly maddening fingers-

“Are you trying to add a bride on the wedding day?!”

There was a black dress.

Waving her hand awkwardly towards this side,

Her tail, too large to hide, swayed along.

“Haha…”

Instructor Miho…

No, Dress Miho.

I replied.

“It’s a misunderstanding.”

“Same old story. I could barely tolerate three brides, but adding one more on the day itself?! What is this, a restaurant reservation?!”

“Really. She just wants to feel the mood.”

“…Huh?”

Adela let go of my collar,

And in the meantime, Miho stepped in to mediate.

“That’s right, Adela.”

“…Really?”

“Yes, really.”

After a very deep and serious conversation with Miho,

We decided not to go through with the wedding.

We agreed to take the dream of a midsummer night to the grave.

However, at my and their wedding-

She said she wanted to try on a dress too.

That couldn’t be helped.

“…Hmm.”

Adela’s eyes narrowed as she resolved the misunderstanding.

Turning the black dress this way and that, she shot a remark at the awkwardly fidgeting Miho.

“How ridiculous.”

“…Ahem.”

It would have been nice if it had ended there.

“The woman who will be thirty the day after tomorrow…”

“…Say it again.”

The most precarious wedding in the world began.