Chapter 78

[The editors and translators have forwarded some notes with this chapter and I’ve rewritten and condensed it below: Allen is a male assistant professor; however, from Chapters 30-31, in the ‘train assault arc’, Deculein felt that ‘his’ hand felt odd, etc, and had noticed other clues in their day-to-day. Allen’s true gender is female. Basically, going forward, if it’s in the perspective of Deculein (1st Person POV), Allen is referred to as a female since he knows her true gender. However, if it’s anyone else referring to her, or if in a dialogue between people, she is referred to as a male since they themselves don’t know her identity. As of late, the nuance of the way Deculein has been talking to ‘Allen’ could infer that ‘she’ is a female, which is why we’ve gone ahead and changed the pronouns. That and the fact that this ain’t no BL novel, boys, your boy Active’s got you. What makes this SUPER confusing is that the Korean language literally doesn’t use gender pronouns, so in addition to the author’s ‘superb’ fantasy-world naming sense, his complicated writing style, the non-descriptive nature of Korean fiction (namely with character descriptions), having multiple soul puppets with different genders from their host, and now a character disguised in the opposite gender, it’s been hard to be completely accurate. The only way for us to do so is to read 20-50 chapters ahead for context, which is impossible with our current budget. Anyways, we might add a few sentences in the earlier chapters to ‘localize’ and provide context to the transition of the pronouns over time.]

[Pig’s Flower], a famous restaurant near the Imperial University.

“I’ll kill him!”

Sylvia stared at her fellow debutante, finding how she exploded in rage while ripping the Roahawk apart funny.

“I’ll find him and kill him no matter what!”

She hadn’t found who tore apart her paper yet, and perhaps she would never know. There were so many people nearby at the time.

“Stupid Epherene.”

Turning her head, she glared at Sylvia, bitter tears welling up in her fierce eyes.

“You won’t be able to do anything even if you knew who did it. Your paper won’t revert to its original state.”

“… Did you come to mock me?”

Laughing disdainfully, Sylvia pulled out her own paper, making Epherene envious.

Whoong—

Sylvia’s barrier wrapped around the dining table.

“Assistant Professor Allen told us not to lose this paper, but she didn’t tell us the exam location.”

“… Did you figure something out?”

“No. Not yet.”

How was this paper related to what they had learned so far?

Although it was dodgy, Sylvia believed in Deculein and his lectures.

“If you haven’t figured out anything yet…”

Lightly glancing at her, Epherene hesitantly brought up a proposal.

“D-do you want to team up? We did the group project together anyway. You remember, right?”

“Stupid Epherene.”

“W-what? I’ll be a great help. I’m second only to you, you know.”

She put the piece of Roahawk down, which clearly showed how desperate she was. Nevertheless, Sylvia shook her head.

“You don’t have a paper. I do.”

“… Who doesn’t know that?”

“Perhaps cases like you will be more frequent. We do still have three weeks for the exam. ”

“Sigh… I want to cry.”

She sniffed and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket. Trying to look pitiful, she wiped tears off her eyes, but Silvia was far too focused on the cloth she took out to notice.

“…”