I Became the Academy’s Genius Shikigami Summoner – Chapter 92.2

Johan observed Han Kang-yoon for the next few days, but he couldn’t find anything particularly suspicious.

On the contrary, he seemed to be on good terms with many of the academy’s celebrities, and he blended in with his surroundings too well to be an old-fashioned sinner.

Johan thought that if all of this was an act, he would be really shocked.

As Johan was observing Han Kang-yoon again today, feeling confused, someone suddenly approached him.

It was Shin So-ra, one of the celebrities in class 2-A.

“What are you doing?”

“Me? What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you lurking around here suspiciously since yesterday. And. . . . . . .”

Shin So-ra grabbed the back of Johan’s head and looked him in the eye, grimacing as she gradually increased her spiritual power.

“What? Are you planning to do something to Han Kang-yoon?”

“W-What? No, that’s not it. . . . . . .”

“Your presence is too ominous to just let you go.”

Johan was dragged into a dark alley and had no choice but to tell Shin So-ra some of what he knew.

Of course, he left out all the important information, including the karma value stone.

“What? That again? You’re talking about the vengeful spirits attached to that guy. They’re just like accessories.”

Shin So-ra’s explanation was the behind-the-scenes story of the Red Oni incident that had recently occurred in Seoul.

Shin So-ra’s words seemed to be somewhat true, but that made them even more suspicious.

“How can an ordinary person carry such a wormhole and still be so normal?”

“Not a wormhole. A vengeful spirit.”

“. . . They all sound the same to me.”

And although he couldn’t explain it to Shin So-ra in detail, a karma value above the red point level couldn’t be accumulated for such a simple reason.

One couldn’t reach that level unless they dabbled in deeper, darker taboos.

Shin So-ra sighed and grabbed Johan’s arm, who couldn’t shake off her suspicions, and suddenly began to move somewhere.

“Where are we going?”

“To Han Kang-yoon. We can just ask him directly.”

“. . . No, are you crazy? If he finds out, it’s death!”

“It’s okay. If what you say is true, I’ll take responsibility and buy you some time.”

“W-What the hell are you talking about?”

Johan made an indescribable expression as he listened to Shin So-ra’s words.

Shin So-ra was very skilled, of course, but if Han Kang-yoon was really that Alan Kruger, Shin So-ra would be torn to shreds in an instant without a trace.

“L-Let go of me!”

“Oh, there he is.”

Finally reaching Han Kang-yoon, Johan desperately looked down, regretting that he hadn’t asked his family for help sooner.

And despite Johan’s desperate plea, Shin So-ra’s mouth opened before he could do anything about it.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

𝘢𝔴ė̇𝚋ṡ̇ṫ̇ᴏ𝕣𝘪𝙚𝔰.𝙘𝕠𝕞

“Isn’t this kid really funny? He said you were a high-ranking criminal or a warlock of the highest rank who would cause an uproar if found out.

“. . . . . . .”

I chuckled awkwardly as I listened to Shin So-ra, who had suddenly come to find me.

Well, it was because her words seemed to hit the nail on the head somehow.

But I had no idea how he had come to that conclusion.

“Was it Johan? Say something. This kid isn’t really a weirdo, is he?”

“Oh, no. Well, that’s. . . . . . .”

Johan, who was being held by Shin So-ra, had a look of resignation on his face, as if the world was ending and it was all over.

Seeing him like that, I could guess what had happened.

「𝙃𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙤, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡.」

It wasn’t a part that was emphasized much in the original story, but there were definitely hints of it here and there.

Perhaps Johan, who had somehow sensed something strange about me, had suspected me and had his suspicions confirmed by Shin So-ra’s insight, which led him here.

In that case, I needed to shut Johan up first.

I awkwardly played along and hurriedly spoke.

“There seems to be some misunderstanding. I think if the two of us talk for a moment, it’ll be resolved.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll step aside.”

“Thanks.”

Now that we were alone, I sighed and spoke to Johan, whose face had turned white with fear.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

“. . . R-Really?”

“Well, some of what Shin So-ra said was a misunderstanding. Of course, there are things that aren’t.”

Johan seemed to find some relief in my answer, which I had mixed with some honesty.

And then he asked me a question.

“Then, your karma value is. . . . . . ?”

Fortunately, I had prepared a repertoire in case something like this happened.

A cover occupation for emergencies that didn’t deviate too much from the exorcism worldview.

“I have what people call the power of prophecy.”

At those words, Johan’s eyes widened.

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