Chapter 23 - The Main Duty of the Student (1)

It was already evening when Jeongjin arrived at his dormitory. He didn’t bother for dinner and only washed and locked himself inside his bedroom. And while he was inside, he saw Behemoth scratching its fur next to a bowl filled with chicken bones. It seems that Nebo had already provided the cat with water and rice.

“Did Jebedi treat you well? It seems your evening wasn’t bad either. But it’s a miserable sight for a cat like me to eat a bowl of quail filled with mushrooms without fine wine,” the cat complained.

I think it would be better if I were a cat. If I study hard, I have no guarantee to become a better student,”

he thought, feeling down.

Jeongjin sat down next to the cat and wrapped its arms around its soft and warm body. He thought hugging the cat would relieve some of his anxieties, but Behemoth flinched from his touch and ran away to the window.

It was his first sleepless night since coming to this world. What had happened the whole afternoon was too much for him. Nevertheless, he was determined.

Let’s do this.

Right away, he took out his notebook and a fountain pen. And sitting on the desk that he had never seated before, he wrote:

Both were related to the author, and they don’t seem to belong in this story. It would be likely that clues about who the author was were hidden in some parts of the story.

Was it because of my lack of interest in the story and the unresolve clues to identify who the author was that I could not open other functions of Promise? Does this mean that I must delve more deeply into the world?

However, he felt it was too dangerous to get deeper into the narrative just to know the author – He doesn’t want to know; for him, it didn’t matter.

‘Whatever becomes of the story, won’t Arthur still become the king in the end?’

It’s hard to go against the author’s will completely. Even though Jeongjin has tried to co-exist with Clayo, he just couldn’t let himself be used by the author. After all, he never said he would help in the revisions of the novel. But even if he did agree, it’s still useless.

‘Arthur and I have known each other already. But he is suspicious of me. Well, I’m not a friend of the main character nor his colleague. Not even a servant who has sworn allegiance to him. Since I don’t take part in any on these three, I won’t have any problems to deal with,’

he tried to rationalize in an effort to console himself.