No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 112

“Oh my god! Cassice Demillang is returning!”

“Wha, what?! Really?! The light is coming back here?!” 

With those words, the entire academy was turned upside down.

Far from returning secretly, he came back quite brazenly through the main gate, receiving a barrage of camera flashes, and the first thing he did was visit the principal’s office to report the end of his field training, and then he was just meeting his friends.

“Hmm. Did you all enjoy your academy life? Fellow students?”

‘…As if?!’

At Cassice Demillang’s words, Lee Hyang swallowed the words he was about to spit out.

Actually, even while Cassice Demillang was gone, the academy was relatively peaceful. Because the ‘Villains’ who were expected to cause trouble to an abnormal degree were docile.

‘Logan Esteban, Capone Jones, Diedrich Vinckel.’

Cassice Demillang’s gang and the bad guys who had been secretly harassing students while avoiding their master’s eyes.

It was beyond imagination for Lee Hyang that they wouldn’t cause any problems even without Cassice Demillang’s gaze.

Although he had little interest in worldly affairs, Shin Myohan, who decided to be close friends with us, and Hae Yuna, who had a soft temperament despite the tragedy she experienced, seemed to dismiss it, saying, ‘It’s good if there’s no trouble, right!’, but Lee Hyang was different.

As the third-generation only son of the Jeonju Lee clan of the Joseon dynasty, he had long watched the Western powers’ schemes targeting South Korea, so he couldn’t be at ease unless he found out what those bastards’ ulterior motives were for acting like that.

He was in tension and vigilance mode for a while like that, and then…

‘Cassice Demillang suddenly escaped from his private plane without even Reversa’s escort?!’

‘Then what about the raid?! What’s going to happen?!’

Tremendous news exploded belatedly, and other news gradually began to spread as well.

That was what was driving Lee Hyang crazy.

* * *

Normally, such private news from the outskirts would never be known to the whole world, but, well.

Now, on every route leading to the raid location, everyone’s eyes were flipped upside down with the delusion that the ‘unidentified benefactor’ who went demon hunting might be Cassice Demillang. It couldn’t be quiet as usual.

The goal of all broadcasters was to arrive faster than anyone else and meet Cassice Demillang, but Cassice Demillang, who reached the dungeon at an unimaginable speed, had already finished the raid, rescued all the survivors, and even escaped from the area.

‘No, why is he running away again…’

‘What’s the problem? What’s really the problem?’

Give us at least one interview! The sincere cries of the journalists echoed throughout Russia, but were buried in the snowstorm. It couldn’t be helped. Because Russia is cold. They had no choice but to get interviews from the remaining people.

The journalists first tried to get an interview with Reversa. And they were brutally cut down. To be exact, they were about to be knocked out cold after being hit once, but they survived thanks to a potion given by an intern reporter they brought along. I don’t know why they’re so angry, but the tough journalist grumbled and squeezed out one more headline.

It will get boiled. The front desk might desperately try to stop it, but armed with snickers to give them a taste of their own medicine, the journalist next tried to meet Ivan Karpin.

Ivan Karpin was a decent person. The soldiers tried to bury the journalist in the snow, but he stopped them and even gave a brief interview.

“He was a god. The light itself.”

Although the first words seemed to be out of his mind, from the next one, proper information was conveyed.

“I declare that there will never again be a person as brave and righteous as Cassice Demillang, the young master of Demillang. It was because he acted self-sacrificially that we were able to come out without a single casualty, and I am truly grateful for that fact, but I only hope that next time, he will take care of himself a little more than us.”

That was… how should I put it.

It wasn’t a description of Cassice Demillang that the journalist knew.

‘Did they make an agreement to heroize him since someone like Cassice Demillang helped here?’

So they asked other soldiers and attackers as well. Although opinions were slightly divided among them, the tone itself was not different.

For example, the soldiers said this,

“He saved us. Ah. Amen.”

“That we… sob. The reason we were able to come out with all our limbs intact was all thanks to him sharing potions and taking care of us…”

The attackers said this,

“His temper is no joke. But, we… The young master… cleaned up the shit we took for us.”

“With a very brutal, bizarre, and great… wonderful scheme, he saved everyone. Honestly, I don’t think I can become a person like that. Even if I live forever. Eternally.”

A sense of awe, respect, and gratitude was commonly felt in their words.

‘Not every single soldier and attacker can be sincere about heroization. What the hell did he do?’

Brainwashing? Mental victory?

Since the Named was a spirit world demon, it might be possible… The journalist was trying to infer Cassice Demillang’s intentions then.

When he approached a child who was picking up something from the ground to help, he saw a certain picture.

And he silently pressed the shutter towards that scene.

[Photo description: A child with dirt on his hands is drawing Cassice Demillang, the young master of Demillang.

The text written below is in Korean.

“Thank you berry much. Thank you.”]

Perhaps other journalists might have a different story, like inciting criticism against Reversa or questioning if this is all fabricated. They might also argue whether Russia and the young master planned this together to go for the family head succession…

But the journalist felt that all of that was meaningless. Just, at some point, those things are not needed.

He felt that everything was fulfilled when he heard that girl’s laughter at that moment.

[No one can see the sincere gratitude of a young child as someone’s political scheming.

Cassice Demillang was truly the hero of this land.]

* * *

It was because he read that very article that Lee Hyang couldn’t stay sane.

The attitude he had been showing towards Cassice Demillang so far, the boiling han as a member of the Daehan clan, and the worries about what kind of attitude he should maintain in front of him in the future were almost paralyzing his head.

“You became a hero! Why are you so nonchalant!”

However, Cassice Demillang, who didn’t know Lee Hyang’s inner thoughts, only looked at Lee Hyang from top to bottom with very indifferent eyes…

“What’s so great about that…”

“Are you kidding me?!”

Lee Hyang suddenly approached right in front of him and shouted as he was about to brush it off.

“It’s an incredibly great thing! You, you’re really on a different level from us! You too, Ryuseong! What is this? You, wow. I never thought you could do such a kind thing…!”

“What did you say?”

“You really don’t belong in the academy! Why did you come here! Why are you alive! Get out quickly! Go away! No, wait. If you leave, those bastards might go crazy… Aaargh! Don’t go!”

…I gave him a hint, but this bastard is being ridiculous.

Then there’s only one way…

“I don’t know why you became kind, but I’m genuinely happy about your repentance, ugh!”

Cassice Demillang, who coolly struck Lee Hyang’s solar plexus, looked down at him collapsing with indifference and tapped his shoulder with the tip of his foot.

“Then why did you say something that would get you hit…”

“Urgh. Not changed, at all…”

“Oh my, you only realized that now…”

Then Cassice turned his head, smiling softly. When he glared at Shin Myohan and Hae Yuna to see if they had anything to say, Shin Myohan raised both hands as if surrendering, and Hae Yuna trembled, saying, “I, I’m fine! I’m sane! I’m different from that bastard!” and cut her tail. Lee Hyang looked somewhat wronged, but what can you do? If this bastard was the first one to act crazy.

‘You should be the one getting hit, right?’

Eventually, Cassice Demillang turned his head a little more.

And seeing the three with serious or tense expressions, he smiled brightly.

‘How much information did you sell?’

In his mind, the words of his great-grandfather who said he would make him the family head were replaying.

‘I’m sorry, but since you achieved victory over the Named as a result of borrowing the power of the same demon, it’s difficult to prove your achievement with this raid. It will be hard to succeed the family head like this. So…’

‘I thought so. I’m fine, so let’s end this.’

After that phone call which he listened to the long nonsense and immediately hung up right after the raid…

What was Cassice Demillang thinking?

‘As planned, I’ve taken Russia. And unexpectedly, I’ve gained one more card just for me.’

And are you curious about what happened?

‘Then now, which country should I make my ally next…?’

This is all for you, Ryuseong.

‘To repay the debt I owe you, I can do anything.’

Even if it’s the young you who saved me with just trauma.

If anyone should be compensated, it must be you who lived with harsh memories.

‘For you, I…’

Now I can even die, Ryuseong.