People should start running at him soon, too. It would become a pain to carry his spoils of war out amidst that chaos. But it wasn’t like he could throw away the monster by-products. so what could he do?
Yu IlHan fell into panic like the time he was asked ‘do you like mother, or father?’ from his aunt when he was 5 years old.
However, his agony was meaningless. It was because when the gazes that focused on the Empress turned back to the original position, they couldn’t see Yu IlHan’s figure.
“Whoa, where did he go?”
“Amazing, he must have run at a speed we can’t see.”
“SungDaein Bolt……!” (T/N: Sung – Sungkyunkwan, Dae – uni, in – can mean ‘person’, and also a part of Usa’in’)
“SungDaein Bolt!”
Yeah, I knew this would happen.
Even though the situation went as he wanted, Yu IlHan couldn’t hide his complicated emotions. Especially, the fact that the second lieutenant was looking for Yu IlHan with a serious face but couldn’t find him, was heart-aching.
He left through the crowd of people while pouting. It was because he wanted to eat his mother’s food.
The time he recognized that he left his bag in the lecture room, was after he came down to the bottom of the hill.
That day, when he came back home (of course, he went back to get his bag), after Yu IlHan ate dinner with his mother, who greeted him overly delightedly due to the monster incident at the campus which was broadcasted to the whole country, and his father, who came home with a scared face due to some incident, Yu IlHan left his house quietly after locking the door while pretending to sleep inside his room. (T/N: Super long sentence… so hard to TL)
In his hands was a bag which contained the carapaces of the insects he hunted that day and some tools.
[Where are you heading?]
“Anywhere secluded.”
In truth, nights nowadays were all without human figures. It was because the nervousness of Korea, especially Seoul, reached the extreme due to the monsters that brazenly invaded the college campus in the afternoon.
He placed himself inside a random neighborhood playground and spread the carapaces out on the floor.
Yes. He came out to make some defensive equipment himself befitting of Yu IlHan, who couldn’t stay still without doing anything.
“As expected, it it a bit insufficient to make an armor? Moreover, it’s non-metal too…… It should be possible to make if it’s just the wrist and knee protectors.”
He wanted to make an armor by whatever means possible but insect carapaces were too hard to handle. As it wasn’t like he could melt it and process it like metal, so he had to go with a making a DIY furniture feel rather than a blacksmith feel.
But, Erta became worried even at that simple process.
[Monsters’ byproduct’s characteristics are very hard to handle. It’s better to not touch it rashly as there is no proper craftsman on Earth yet.]
“What are you saying?”
Yu IlHan retorted while wearing the work gloves.
[Oh…… Ritaaaaaaaaa!]
Erta seems like to like Rita a lot – Yu IlHan uninterestedly muttered before taking out a saw from the bag and started working. But Erta, who was watching him cutting the carapace with resignation, spoke.
[Even so, you were in a world without mana so you don’t know about mana crafting, right?]
“What is that, that awesomely strong sounding name!?”
[It refers to to putting a special power inside a defensive equipment or armor using mana crystals, including magic stones. In other words crafting artifacts.]
“Teach me!”
Yu IlHan’s eyes burned with passion for new knowledge and technique He lifted Erta up before placing her in front of his eyes and shouted as if to hypnotize her.
“Teach me!”
[You’re close, too close! I will teach you so put me back on top of your head!]
He obediently placed her back on hish head. Erta was taking deep breaths to forget Yu IlHan’s face, which came close to the point that she was about to get swallowed up (physically), and spoke.