Chapter 99

I became a mafia of the academy, Chapter 99

I could feel my adrenaline surging as the Black Mist appeared.

I didn't expect the principal to bring out the Black Mist here.

As I slowly reached out, the information of the item appeared before my eyes.

[Name: Black Mist (黑霧)]

[Grade: Relic]

[Type: Shoes]

[Description: These are boots made from the shoes used by the legendary thief known as Iljimae (一枝梅). When worn, they completely silence footstep sounds and significantly reduce the user's presence. They also allow the user to leap into the air more than twice and increase agility by 30%.]

Black Mist (黑霧).

In the game, this item was mainly used when raising assassin or archer-type characters.

There were two ways to obtain this in the game: the first was to buy it through the black market once the game progressed to the mid-stage, and the other was to join the Academy Student Council in the early stages and become the principal's disciple.

Given that it was a relic, it not only had basic defensive capabilities but also excellent additional effects, making it one of the highest-tier shoes in the game.

I felt like grinning at the unexpected gift, but I tried to hide my emotions and calmly spoke.

"…To think that these are items the principal used in the past, they must be very precious. I feel quite burdened to accept such treasures."

Of course, it was a lie.

I wanted to grab them and run outside immediately.

But as a Korean, shouldn't I naturally refuse the first offer?

Now that these shoes were on the table, I had already decided to get them no matter what.

"I'm giving them to you because I believe you deserve them. Please take them, considering the effort I put into making this decision."

"…If you insist, I can't refuse, can I?"

I said this, closed the box again, and quietly placed it beside me.

Still, I planned to refuse up to three times, but since he was so insistent about me taking them, it seemed like the disciple's duty to accept.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a man in peculiar clothing among the crowd heading home.

A man wearing a pure white fedora, pushing through the crowd.

It was Gwak Chun-sik.

"Sir, what's with that hat?"

"Hah, for someone who caught the villains, you look pretty intact."

"…Can't you see that my uniform is all torn and I'm wearing a suit?"

"I thought it was some kind of casual dress code or something. Haha."

Gwak Chun-sik burst into laughter, wiping away tears as he spoke.

"Looks like you're getting an estimate. That miner must have thrown some dirt. Is that right?"

I nodded, and Gwak Chun-sik started laughing so hard he almost choked.

"Dear me. To think that only your uniform got torn in such a situation. You must be wearing something pretty good. Let me see… 'per l'Imperatore?' Is this… made by Maestro?"

He seemed to know it was a good outfit, suddenly widening his eyes and asking me.

"What are you asking for? Yes, it's a suit made by Maestro."

"Ha! I thought you weren't from a wealthy family, but you're wearing a building… Haha."

"Sir, you have a lot of money saved up. Why don't you get one for yourself?"

"Brat! A man must face the world with nothing but his bare body! Besides, do you think Maestro is that idle? If I order a suit now, it won't be ready until I'm dead!"

…Is that so? I can get one made right away.

"Anyway, I came here to check on you after hearing about the villains being transported. I'm glad you're okay."

Gwak Chun-sik said this with a smirk, then grabbed my shoulder and spoke in a gentle voice.

"You did well, Eugene. You saved the children. I'll apologize on behalf of the incompetent Association, who couldn't do anything."

…Why are there so many people expressing gratitude today?

It made me feel a bit awkward.

"I'll make sure you get a reward. After all, my disciple did such a big favor, so they should give you something."

Reward?

I'd definitely say thank you to any reward, but I'd feel embarrassed if it was just gratitude.

"Sir, please make sure it's a good one."

"Huh? Hahahaha! Kid, don't worry. Do you think I'd bring back some cheap stuff? I'll get you the best! Hahaha!"

After saying this, Gwak Chun-sik left with a wave.

He seemed busy with the investigation of the villain alliance's terrorism, but… would he realize?

That this terrorism was just the beginning.

"Well, there's still some time left, so it should be fine.

During this time, I had to become stronger.

* * *

As soon as I returned home, the mansion was in an uproar as expected.

"Are you okay?"

My father, Farnello, and the consigliere were waiting for me as soon as I got out of the car.

"I said I'm fine, didn't I?"

"Just hearing it isn't enough to ease my worries."

The consigliere, who had gone to check on me, looked exhausted, probably from the scolding he received from my father.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry if I caused you worry."

Hearing this, my father shook his head and simply hugged me.

"Don't worry. Your vendetta is Calione's vendetta."

"…What?"

Vendetta.

It was the Italian word for revenge.

But in Calione, the meaning of vendetta was a bit different.

It meant 'revenge that must be carried out at the cost of one's life,' a kind of destiny.

Hearing this, I looked around, and the mansion's appearance began to change, clearly different from usual.

Soldati (soldiers) armed with heavy weapons patrolling the mansion, the appearance of action team members, and cars gathering in the mansion's parking lot.

Farnello spoke first, breaking the silence as I observed these things.

"The consigliere confirmed a building suspected to be the villain alliance's hideout. We plan to set out with money as the lead."

"…Father, you're going personally?"

I was surprised and looked at my father.

"If my child is involved in terrorism, it's only natural for me to step in."

If only the Calione members were going, it would be one thing, but my father going personally was a different matter.

It meant that Calione was preparing for a full-scale war and declaring a clear war.

"From now on, the villain alliance is Calione's enemy."

And it seemed my father's decision was final.

"Then I'll prepare as well."

My father's will was Calione's decision.

And Calione's decision was an order I had to follow.

But my father looked at me as if I was saying something absurd.

"You should rest after all that hard work. I've already told Alessia and the other servants, so rest well today. The rest… I'll take care of it."

With that, my father patted my shoulder a few times and walked silently toward the parking lot.

For some reason, his figure seemed familiar.

It was because it was the same figure I often saw in the game when they set out for war.

The atmosphere in the mansion was cold, but they all seemed to be filled with a burning passion that was gradually rising.

A fitting departure for the emperor of the underworld.

And Farnello and many soldati began to move, following my father.

The kids of the villain alliance… are they really going to be destroyed?

* * *

In a small apartment, the cold moonlight shone through the curtains, and a cool breeze blew in from the open window.

A man sitting there, leisurely stirring his teaspoon, was smiling broadly, clearly enjoying something.

At that moment, a knock came from outside, and the sound of someone approaching.

The man stopped stirring his teaspoon and turned his head to speak.

"Come in."

The door creaked open.

"Plague, we have intelligence. It seems Calione and his hound are heading this way."

The man who entered was a tall foreigner with blond hair, and he was chuckling, clearly amused by something.

"Oh, Calione? Did they already figure it out?"

"No way. We haven't even started yet."

"True? Then why are they moving?"

The teaspoon clinked again as he stirred.

"I haven't done anything to provoke Calione… we've only messed with the academy so far, right?"

"Are you talking about using the miner?"

"Yeah, I heard it failed instantly. Well, the purpose of greeting the South Korean government and the Association was achieved, but… I heard an interesting piece of information. The freshmen involved in this terrorism managed to subdue the miner and other villains…"

The teaspoon stopped.

"Blood Clown."

"Yes, Plague."

"Investigate those kids. Find out who they are and what special skills they have."

"I'll do that."

Plague then lifted his teacup, inhaled the aroma, and brought it to his lips.

He gulped down the steaming hot tea in one mouthful and playfully threw the cup and teaspoon out the window, smiling.

"Then, shall we move?"

"Should we leave a generous gift?"

"Of course. Since our guest is Calione, we should leave a generous gift."

The bandages covering his face twitched.