An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 18: Angels preparing (4)

The referee quickly looked around the cathedral.

As long as the situation was like this, I had to somehow survive.

‘As the cathedral of ancient civilization, there is no place where rain or wind comes in.’

It is also the last church. It must be superior to any other place in terms of defense and barriers.

‘then… … .’

The referee tried to go downstairs.

A basement that can only be opened after being acknowledged as the owner of the Last Cathedral. What the hell is hiding there? I don’t know what it is, but there are probably items that will help you in your life… It was a delusional referee.

‘I just want a bed, a TV, and a refrigerator… … ! Oh, and a computer that can play games even if it’s not up to date.’

It was a referee who thought nonsense.

In technical jargon, this is called escapism.

As soon as the referee touched it, the sound of the latch on the other side opening was heard, and the clattering of the hinges filled the cathedral.

I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

And beneath the referee’s feet, a staircase immersed in endless darkness.

The referee saw it and muttered.

“… Shall we see you from the beginning?”

* * *

I bought a simple side dish, a burner, a fire starter, and various tools. And, most importantly, the flashlight… … .

The boy cautiously went down to the basement of the cathedral. What kind of cleaning magic was working, even though the door was opened for the first time in thousands of years, the air was quite clean.

“… This.”

It was a mural.

A mural depicting some kind of angel.

And underneath it was some text.

‘It is not the language of the human world. Then the language of another world… … ?’

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Nor is it

There was no such thing as a foreign language.

However, the referee was able to read the language despite the first written characters.

“Aren’t angels without wings an angel?”

That’s a word I’ve heard somewhere.

The referee cautiously turned over the mural.

And I was able to find a few things.

“With unidentified potions… Is it an ancient generator? And rubbish.”

Dungeons and ancient facilities always work without stopping. Even without any maintenance or fuel. The reason it was possible was because of this semi-permanent magic generator, simply the ancient generator.

This ancient generator, glimmering in blue, was larger than any other ancient generator the Referee had ever seen. For reference, the referee was an angel who had seen the ancient generator of the Mariana base, the highest fortress in the world.

The ancient generator at the Mariana base was only about the size of a soccer ball. Nevertheless, it was enough to supply all the power of the Marina base alone.

But this size… … .

“It looks like five times bigger.”

I needed a magic genius who could handle this. Perhaps such a mage genius can make a lot of things with this generator. for example… … .

Anyway, I didn’t have to worry about where to get the power from. Just get a magic converter and you’ll be fine.

Then the power problem ends with this… … .

how do the rest

Even an angel could not help but have physiological problems. had to eat If it were a dormitory, I would be eating a buffet-style meal by now.

“… It’s not enviable.”

The referee twisted his body in envy.

In order to live quietly without getting caught up in accidents, sometimes you have to give up on something. Also, there was a point of not being able to eat the buffet, which was advantageous.

‘The fact that I can cook whatever I want… … !’

Yes. The referee was in a hurry to raise the cooking level now. He didn’t know how to raise the rest of his skills, but he knew how to raise his cooking skills.

First of all, the cooking skill level increased the more often and the more difficult the cooking.

‘If you just cook more often, you level up by boiling a few hundred bags of ramen noodles. You can’t level up if you do it for a hundred days like that.’

But does the referee know how to cook difficult dishes? That was never the case either. The only dishes the referee could cook were boiling ramen, scrambled eggs, and cooked rice. No, even more so, kimchi fried rice… … ?

‘And all those skills are Lv.1 cooking. You won’t be able to level up after doing it hundreds of times… … .’

But only one thing… … .

Although the referee knows the recipe, there are dishes that the skill judges to be difficult.

There is a thing called fallen rice in this world. It is a subspecies of rice that grows in the land that has been engulfed by magical powers, and it was, of course, a plant that humans could not eat. It is strong against magic erosion, so it is usually used only for experiments to check what kind of magic contamination there is.

However, there was a food made from this rotten rice.

It’s magic rice… … !

It was the food that wizards were delighted to eat.

It’s simple to make.

After purifying the corrupted rice into edible rice, the rice is used to cook rice. Food made in this way is called magic rice.

I said earlier that the way to make it is simple, but in fact, it is absolutely not. Holy power is more dangerous than any other mana, and whenever it is used, it destroys the user’s body and mind. But what about using such precious divine power to just cook rice?

If there is no divine power to purify, you have to cook with holy water… Cooking rice with Seongsu, a national strategic product? It’s really going to get caught.

So, magic rice is Lv.10. It was the most difficult dish for the skill to admit. Don’t you get a sense of humor when you see that the Lv.9 dish is steamed dragon tail?

So the referee unpacked the fallen rice. black rice… No one eats it, but I liked that it was polished to make it easy to change color.

Then, after boiling the water, I cooked the rice as it is with unpurified corrupted rice.

In this way, let alone cooking, it would be nothing but ruining the experimental materials… … ?

And after putting the frying pan on another burner, I poured the heavenly perfume little by little.

‘Last time I ate some perfume… Was it delicious?’

living point. The heavenly perfume is edible.

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No, to be precise, it’s even delicious.

Besides, if you stir-fry kimchi… … ?

“Is this okay?”

There was a divine scent somewhere. Sacred Garlic, Chili… and what do you have

Fallen rice that is completed in a timely manner. With a worried expression, the referee placed the fried rice on the frying pan.

“… It is purified.”

The heavenly perfume had more divine power than any other holy water. Of course, it was natural to purify such corruption easily.

Of course, it was never the oil that was given to be used for this kind of thing. It is a precious perfume that is poured out on those who will become prophets and kings… … .

So the grains of rice turned white, and because of the kimchi, it turned pink and even shiny with oil.

Somewhat appetizing… … .

Kimchi fried rice is ready.

“Well, I think it’s fine… … .”

Suddenly the boy felt a headache.

A pretty painful headache.

＜Sacred Kimchi Magical Fried Rice Lv.12 Completeness: ★☆☆☆☆>

＜You have completed an incredibly difficult dish!>

＜Cooking skill level rises!>

＜Cooking skill level rises!>

＜Cooking skill level rises!>

＜Achieve cooking lv.4>

Suddenly, strange sensations enter my mind. How can I make a snap to fry without spilling? And what spices go well with what ingredients? What should I do when boiling noodles? And the bread… … .

“… Heh.”

The referee, who has never learned to bake in his life, has acquired a level of baking skill that would not be strange even if he opened a bakery now.

And the many bags of fallen rice that caught the boy’s eyes.

… And the angelic power that still remains in the body.

The referee muttered.

“Today’s cooking Lv10… take pictures.”

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＜You have reached Cooking Lv, 10. Now you are a master of all dishes!>

＜If you become a master in one field, you can also step into other fields!>

＜A master cook has always been a master of knives. From now on, you will receive a talent correction for swordsmanship!>

＜The master cook has always been a master of fire. From now on, you will receive an affinity correction for the fire attribute!>

＜A master cook must have strong endurance, of course. From now on, you get a correction for your stamina!>

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The moment all twenty bags of corrupted rice were emptied, the referee was finally able to achieve cooking lv.10. It was really great.

The level of ‘Cooking lv.10’ is highly unlikely for a talented cook to reach even if he devotes his whole life to it. However, the referee managed to get to this point by using tricks like a fool.

“Ah, oh my… … .”

Behind them are kimchi fried rice and egg fried rice piled up like a mountain. And ham fried rice… The flavor was not a joke because all of them used heavenly oil. In return, the referee’s arm trembled. Cuts and burns that were barely healed with bandages and bandages using all of their angelic powers.

Finally, the feeling of exhaustion that comes after consuming all the angelic power… … .

“Oh my God, the angel is dead… … .”

The referee felt the need to quickly replenish the angelic power.

I’m really going to sleep

If I fall asleep like this, I will never wake up again… … !

‘I need angel power… … !’

The referee started putting various kinds of fried rice in the lunch box he bought yesterday.

‘Our handsome young master girls won’t eat this. I was very suspicious in the first place, so I would never eat anything from an outsider like me.’

I had someone to share.

* * *

“Damn warlocks.”

A murmur echoed in the bathroom.

Of course, it was Soya.

The gray-haired girl pulled out her lunch box with a dissatisfied expression.

… Why does Soya eat in the bathroom?

There were three main reasons for this.

First, there was Soya and a bit of a gritty mage family. Naturally, this was the fault of these mage families, who stole Soya’s research results and announced it as their own, and when they were stabbed, they took the lead and bullied Soya.

Anyway, those kids are the number one reason… … .

Second, Soya didn’t have a very good personality. There is a saying in this world that if you endure, you will be broken. But Soya persevered and never tried to lose.

And, of course, the establishment doesn’t like that kind of person.

Lastly, it was because of Soya’s major.

black magic… … .

In fact, it didn’t matter that it was black magic. The other two reasons are too ugly to wait, so I’m just calling him a warlock.

So Soya was bullied.

The bullying continued even in the dormitory, and I couldn’t even eat comfortably.

Still, it was this Soya that never gave up.

“Damn black horse haters!”

Promising to get revenge someday, Soya tried to open the lunchbox with joy.

And at that moment… … .

Chowak- Wastewater used to purify magic fell on Soya’s head.

A lunch box that could not be eaten in an instant.

“Oh, is anyone there?”

“Looks like no one is there. There is no answer.”

obvious laughter.

Still, Soya did not cry.

The moment I came out to the rooftop of the Faculty of Magic with patience… … .

“found… Soya!”

A boy was calling himself with a bright expression. Seeing that I was sweating, I felt like I had run here.

“The referee?”

He was a referee, a handsome boy with a beauty that is hard to forget once you see it.

“Did you have lunch?”

“… No, not yet.”

Failed to eat was correct, but Soya, who had high self-esteem, could not say that.

“Okay, then let’s eat together.”

“My, why am I? I have someone to eat with.”

“I even brought you something to eat… no? Then I have to throw it away… … .”

It smells really good somewhere.

Soya quickly wiped away the flowing saliva, then raised her head stiffly and said.

“Then there is nothing you can do. I can’t throw away food.”

So, Soya ate the referee’s divine-magic fried rice. The scent and taste explode with the use of heavenly oil, and the magic rice has a savory taste that makes the wizard go crazy… … !

A truly terrifying taste.

A taste storm.

“… … .”

It was literally heavenly.

Soya felt the sadness she had been experiencing for several days collapsed in an instant. The sadness that had collapsed was soon melted into tears.

“ah… … .”

Soya quickly wiped away her tears and said.

“Don’t get me wrong, this is… This is sweat… … ! Sweat drips from the wizard’s eyes… … !”

These ridiculous excuses were not important to the referee. What’s important to the referee right now is… … .

＜It is like an angel to fill the stomach of the hungry!>

＜It is an angelic thing to fill the stomach of a future hero!>

＜It is truly an angelic thing to accept the sorrows of future heroes!>

It was these enormous angelic powers.