Bolton stuck one hand in his pocket and nodded at Rukna’s letter.
“Got yourself a girlfriend, troublemaker?”
Rukna frowned and eyed Bolton warily.
His balloon-like muscles and the black eye patch covering one eye contributed greatly to making him look as menacing as a pirate, but that wasn’t what was uncomfortable.
‘What’s uncomfortable is the fact that this guy is a member of the student council along with Matian.’
It was even more troublesome since lately he had been monopolizing the student council’s fervent attention due to that damn club that called itself the light.
“The troublemaker who was a student of concern has not only established a rebellious club, but now even has a lover? Putting flowers in letters?”
“What are you talking about.”
Rukna answered indifferently, thinking he should quickly send the letter and leave.
However, the inside of the mailbox seemed to be full, as the slot for inserting letters wouldn’t open at all.
“Is she pretty?”
Bolton asked, staring at Rukna who was struggling.
Why won’t this open? Rukna answered while grappling with the mailbox.
“Yes. She’s incredibly pretty. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Prettier than you?”
“……”
At those words, Rukna, who had been wrestling with the mailbox, looked up at Bolton with a grimace.
‘He must think I’m a man.’
Do people usually compare a woman’s beauty to a man’s?
Seeing Rukna’s expression, Bolton seemed to belatedly realize that what he had said was strange and hurriedly tried to make excuses.
“I, I’m saying this because you have quite a decent face too!”
His reddening face made the awkward situation even more awkward.
‘This guy, could he be into men?’
Rukna frowned and distanced himself from Bolton.
“Ah, don’t misunderstand! I was trying to ask you to introduce me to some pretty girls!”
Bolton clenched his fists with his bear-like body and stamped his feet.
His girlish tantrum did not suit his rough appearance at all.
“I don’t know any girls.”
“There’s your stepsister, Giselle Golden. I saw her when she came to visit you last year, and she was pretty.”
As Bolton scratched his chin and called her name, Rukna jumped up.
“Giselle is off-limits!”
How dare he mention her! I can’t introduce our deer-like Giselle to someone who looks like he’d be chopping wood in the mountains.
But speaking of deer and woodcutters, it strangely seemed to suit them well, so Rukna corrected the metaphor to a deer and a pirate.
“Why are you jumping up like that? I’m quite a decent man if you get to know me!”
“If you’re so decent, why don’t you meet someone on your own?”
“Sigh, what can I do when there are no women I like around me. As you can see, I only have one eye, so I have extremely high standards.”
“So what do you want me to do about it?”
“Chad, who has a lot of women around him, won’t introduce me to anyone, Matian isn’t interested at all, and this place is crawling with guys. At this rate, I might end up dating a man.”
I know a lot of handsome men, but I don’t know any beautiful women.
Bolton sighed, tapping his eye patch.
Well, it wasn’t an unconvincing argument.
Matian with his perfect looks, Chad with his decadent charm, Aaron the pretty boy.
Being around such student council members, it was understandable that one’s standards of beauty might rise, regardless of age or gender.
“Then date a man.”
Why is he suddenly acting friendly? Rukna waved his hand, feeling no need to respond.
“You, you! How can you say such things so casually?”
Bolton’s ears turned bright red as he flailed his arms.
How did he interpret what I said like that? Rukna glanced at him suspiciously but soon focused on trying to open the stubbornly closed mailbox slot.
Even though his strength had increased quite a bit, he still couldn’t open this damn slot.
Just then, as the thin slot of the mailbox opened inward, a human hand suddenly popped out from inside.
“Aah!”
A ghost! Startled, Rukna almost fell backwards.
He nearly landed on his bottom, but thanks to Bolton quickly supporting him, he didn’t fall.
“It’s not a ghost, it’s a postman.”
A voice flowed out from inside the mailbox.
A postman? Why would a postman be inside a mailbox?
‘Moreover, the voice sounds strangely familiar.’
Since there were no postmen he knew in this world, it must be his imagination.
“Why are you inside the mailbox?”
“Because I’m shy.”
At this nonsensical answer, Rukna narrowed his eyes.
“If you have a letter to send, could you put it in here?”
“I’ll give it to you when you come out. It seems suspicious.”
“Just give it to me, Kim Rukna.”
“Kim Rukna?”
Rukna asked back, furrowing his brow.
Did he just call me Kim Rukna? It was as if this person knew my true identity as Kim Ha Yoon.
“I called you Rukna. You must have misheard.”
“Who are you?”
Let’s say, for argument’s sake, that I misheard ‘Kim Rukna.’ But a postman who recognizes me as Rukna just by hearing my voice?
It was too suspicious.
Especially with the recent incident of a thief breaking into my room, I couldn’t just let this go.
Bolton, who had been watching the situation, cracked his knuckles and stepped forward.
“Yeah. Who are you to know the troublemaker’s name?”
With those words, Bolton lifted the large mailbox with a thud.
The mailbox that had been fixed to the ground was ripped off with a crack, and Bolton began shaking it vigorously from side to side like he was mixing a cocktail.
“Aaaah! Put me down! I’m getting dizzy!”
A weak scream echoed from inside the mailbox.
“You, you beastly students!”
At that moment, a bespectacled postman came running from afar.
“S-Seongha, no, don’t bully our Nylon!”
The postman grabbed Bolton’s sleeve and begged him to put it down.
The postman’s appearance was so sacred that Bolton sheepishly lowered the mailbox he had been holding.
“Thank you, student.”
The postman bowed to Bolton and hugged the mailbox.
He asked the mailbox, “Nylon, are you alright?” and then made the sign of the cross.
‘What the? Why is a postman so reverent?’
Both the postman inside the mailbox and the one making the sign of the cross were suspicious.
“The person inside is my colleague. He’s very shy, so it seems he got in there while collecting the mail.”
“The shy person inside knew my name without ever having met me?”
“W-well, he knows almost all the names of the cadets at the military academy. He’s in charge of this area.”
“A postman knows the names of cadets?”
Rukna asked again, glancing at Bolton.
Bolton, with a threatening expression and arms crossed, nodded and said, “That’s dedication,” seeming to accept it.
“That’s right. Dedication. Haha, he even makes sure to confirm if the delivered items have been properly received.”
After finishing his words, the postman lifted the entire red mailbox.
Heave-ho! Despite his frail physique, he was incredibly strong.
“Wait a moment, where are you going with the mailbox?”
“I need to deliver the mail inside to its destination.”
“Don’t you usually just take the mail?”
“If you think inside the box, you can’t become a great person, student.”
Suddenly lecturing like this? Rukna’s eyes widened in bewilderment.
Wondering if she was the only one who found this strange, she looked at Bolton, but he was agreeing, saying, “Thinking inside the box is bad.”
Is that guy an idiot, or am I being oversensitive?
“You there, sensitive-looking student.”
At that moment, the postman called Rukna the sensitive student. Rukna unconsciously responded with a “Yes?”
“Is that express mail?”
The postman asked, glancing at the letter Rukna was holding.
“Ah, yes. The faster the better, actually.”
“I’ll send it within two days.”
The postman, whose hands were full from carrying the mailbox, nodded towards the leather bag slung over his shoulder.
Rukna reluctantly put the letter into the bag.
“Then, if we have the chance, we’ll meet again, students.”
The postman politely bowed and disappeared towards Wiegratz College, where the student council room was located.
[This is the timeline separator]Third floor of Wiegratz College, student council room.
At a time when all students should have been in class, Matian was receiving a guest.
A peculiar guest who had popped out of a bright red mailbox.
“Fortunately, it’s still alright, young master Matian.”
The silver-haired man removed his hand from near Matian’s heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was Nylon, the empire’s Grand Priest.
Although he was wearing thick-lensed glasses and a postman’s uniform, he was indeed the Grand Priest.
Jerome, the Chief Priest who had accompanied him, was busy keeping watch near the entrance.
“I was thinking of visiting His Holiness, but I’m grateful that you came personally.”
Matian expressed his gratitude while buttoning up his shirt that had been wide open.
“The seal on the Demon’s Egg has become unstable. The situation is so serious that I came to check on you personally, young master.”
Inside the Demon’s Egg was the Demon King, sealed by heroes during the past Demon War.
If the seal weakened, it would naturally affect Matian, whose heart had a fragment of the soul embedded in it.
“I thought my heart pain had been getting worse lately, so that’s what was happening.”
“The Red Eagle is starting to move in earnest.”
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
