I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 84:

You crazy!

Heh, heh!

Isheri winced at the sudden outburst of profanity.

Oh, Im sorry. I just got a weird email all of a sudden andwas definitely not directed at you.

Oh, is that so? Phew, I did something else and.

The panic that was emanating from Isheri immediately subsides.

No, I knew she was a scared character, but how could she react like this right away?

Its not like Ive done anything to scare her eh hmm.

That stung more than I thought it would.

Its no big deal, anyway, Im just grateful for you today and always.

Hehe, if you say so, Im very grateful to you. Oh, and Im not done with my club activities yet, so Id better get back.

Okay, Ill have my cupcake and eat it too.

Go, have fun!

After saying goodbye, Isheri left the club room.

After escorting her out the door, I headed to the training room where the kids were eating cupcakes.

But.

Jin-woo Bevalt, I think you can do five more.

No, Im going to die, Im going to die!

Ill save you before you die, just do five more. Here, one.

No, not one, Im going to die!

Well, since youre screaming, lets do ten more. Here, one!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Jin-woo is shaking while lying on the bench press machine, and Ji-hyun is eating a cupcake with a relaxed expression while Young-jae and Se-ah are watching the scene with amusement.

Oh, the president is here?

Do you want to see it too, Mr. Eugene?

What the hell is going on here?

Im dead.

Ji-hyun sighs and snaps her fingers at Jin-woo, who is screaming while blowing bubbles.

In response, the dumbbells that were meant to crush Jin-woo move to the safety bar.

When hes finally out of danger, Jin-woo slides down the bench in a heap.

Ji-hyun looks at him pathetically, then looks up and sees me.

Ah, youre here?

Instructor, when did you get here?

Since I had sent her a separate message, I assumed she was somewhere else, but I didnt expect her to be in the training room.

Me? Just now. I just moved over here and Jin-woo was lifting weights, so I was helping him, right?

Ji-hyun nudged Jin-woo while saying that.

In response, we hear a reply from below, Neeeeee..

So, what happened?

Oh, that?

Ji-hyun nods as if she understands my reaction.

I was informed from above, so I dont know the details, but it sounds like Choi Yeon didnt want to do it because shes not interested, so what can I do, the vice president will have to do it.

Then I

Some people are dying at work at night because theyre being tortured by a club that just wants to make things happen.

I was going to say.

She seemed to have practically said that she wanted me to do it.

So, whats the date, the notification doesnt even have a schedule yet?

The Academys welcome party was frequently rescheduled back and forth depending on circumstances, so it was good to know for sure.

The kids reacted as if they had never heard of it before.

Huh? We have a welcome party?

Im pretty sure it was on the schedule.

Eh?

Seeing this, Ji-hyun made an apologetic face.

Huh? Didnt I tell you today? I thought it was next week.

What else is there to forget, the academy schedule?

Hey, class president. I want you to tell the whole class. Theres a welcome back party next week.

In the end, Ji-hyun decides to take it up with the class president who was right next to her

As he stares at her in disbelief, Ji-hyun coughs, turns her head, and nudges Jin-woo on the ground with her foot.

Hey, stop shivering and get up, Ive tightened up your upper body, you should tighten up your lower body too.

Eh? Im dying.

Your upper body may be dead, but your lower body is still alive. Eat this and get up.

Mmmm

Jin-woo ends up having a cupcake shoved into his mouth by Ji-hyun, and is forcibly dragged to the squat machine.

Start.

Instructor, judging from Jin-woos performance, I think hell do one more set.

Right, lets do one more set.

Kishaaaaaaaat!!!

Next week.

Its going to be tight.

* * *

[Kwak Chun-sik: Ive decided, sowait]

When I got home, I found a message from Kwak Chun-sik.

Apparently, he had finished organizing his mind.

It was as expected.

As he asked me to wait, it seemed that he was planning to come here after he finished organizing everything there.

I gently told Han Seo-joon that if Kwak Chun-sik needed anything, he should take care of it.

Kwak Chun-sik also has connections, so it shouldnt be a problem.

After changing into DisPater, I stepped out of the room.

Youre out, Master.

The maid, who had been waiting outside the door earlier, bowed her head in greeting.

And Jiyun?

Yes, shes just fallen asleep.

Very well, Alessia, Ill be right out.

Yes, Master.

With those words, she fell in behind me and began to move down the hall.

Jiyuns personal maid, Mikhail Alessia is a Russian immigrant with neatly tied back mauve hair and red eyes that had grown up in the Corleone family since childhood.

And her true identity.

Youre accompanying me on patrol today?

Yes. Han Seo-joon has some work for the Master today.

I see.

She was also a Hitman for the organization, although it was only when Jiyun was asleep.

Thats why today, when Han Seo-joon was on duty, she would be performing the nighttime policing activities that were a basic part of Corleones job, the so-called night walk with me.

She was a named character in the game, so I had no complaints about her skills.

Whats your patrol area today?

Area C.

Area C is where the Asian immigrants live.

That should be fine.

Yes. Its my first time taking a night walk with you, so Im excited.

Alessia says with a smile on her face.

I can see why CS players call her the Hydrangea of the Underworld.

After leaving the mansion, we decided to take a bike ride through Area C, which is characterized by many alleys.

Incheons foreign neighborhoods are located in areas A through G.

From what I heard in my successor class, it used to be up to Zone D, but its expanding as the area is growing and being subdivided.

Master, how many walks did you take until tonight?

Alessia asked as she handed me a helmet before getting on her bike.

Umm I believe this is my third or fourth.

Youve been out more than I thought, I thought youd been out once or twice at most.

I went a few times with Parnello, who said I should familiarize the locals with my face beforehand, since Im thesuccessor.

And sure enough, every time I went for a night walk, the influence of [Main Story (Gangs of Corleone)] influence increased a little bit with each night walk, so it wasnt all bad.

Thats wise of you, most merchants in the Foreigners Area are wary of outsiders, and surely getting them to familiarize themselves with you in this way will be of great help later.

Good, then.

Well, then, lets go.

Alessia pats me on the back.

I know how to ride a bike, but I cant do it in this body.

I better get my license soon.

Sliding into the seat behind her, I wrap my arm lightly around her thin waist.

If you hold it like that, you might fall off when we leave.

Alessia then spoke as if she were an older sister chastising an embarrassed younger brother.

cough.

Shes said this much, but I cant get her to say more so I finally managed to get a good grip and steady myself.

Im sure you wont fall off at this rate, so lets go.

She started the engine, and the saddle began to shake slightly, as if an electric motor was revving.

I knew it was a different model than the one Parnello drove, but for some reason I was starting to feel uneasy.

Is thatAlessia?

Lets go.

At the same time, a tremendous amount of inertia kicked in and my body lurched backwards, so much so that I would have rolled backwards if I hadnt held on to Alessia.

Now, wait, even if there are no cars and people near the mansion, isnt this too fast?!

Ive been doing this for a long time, Im the first place winner of the Corleone Bike Racing.

No, there was such a competition?!

The two of us got on the bike and started speeding down the road.

I glance at the dashboard and see the number [362 km].

Is it okay to ride this fast in Korea?

Is there even a police officer in South Korea who can follow me?

Probably not.

Master.

Hmm?

You need to hold on tight so you dont bounce off.

What do you mean by bounce off

With that, Alessia breaks the front wheel and drifts off in an instant.

The bike leaned heavily to the side, and if I hadnt stuck out my knees, I would have crashed to the ground.

Alessia?!

Dont worry, were not going to fall off.

True to her word, the bike returned to its original angle.

Alessia, arent you riding your bike too hard?

In the old days, if you didnt ride like this, youd get caught by the enemy, so I guess old habits die hard.Ill try to be a little more careful.

Alessia suddenly broke off her rant.

I cant stand straight lines.

Ah

* * *

We continue on the outer road of Area A and enter Area C directly.

Countless cars racing down the road, countless signs decorated in neon, and a bustling crowd.

It was an area that could be called exotic.

Something tells me they keep looking at us.

Its probably because Im wearing a maids outfit. The only people in this district who wear maids outfits are members of the Corleone family.

I see what you mean.

The suit is plain enough that they wouldnt recognize me as a member of Corleone by myself, but theyre looking at me because shes openly advertising Im Corleone.

Do you want me to take a slow circle around Area C?

No, lets get off nearby and walk.

I could really use a walk right about now as an aftereffect of her breakneck speed.

Okay. Okay.

She parked the bike in the parking lot of a restaurant belonging to the family, just in case, and I got off the bike and took off my helmet.

Phew, helmets are stuffy after all. I guess its the same thing when you get hit.

It must be because we were going over 360 kilometers per hour, I thought to myself.

What did you say?

I didnt say anything.

Apparently, Corleones maids have learned to read minds.

Well, its been a while since Ive walked alone with you, so Im excited.

You do realize that were here to work, right?

She beamed with pride.

Of course I do. Im a maid of the Corleone family, trained by a master maid.

But

Turning her back to me, she murmurs quietly to herself.

A little deviation wouldnt hurt, would it?

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.