Translator: Seven Editor: Yahiko (+ thursdays as of 6/5/2021) PR: LightBrin
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The Black Dragon Master stared at me.
“You went around calling him the 2nd-year loser of Shinseo High School or whatever, Kim Gongja. Thanks to you, some weird stuff is happening in our class…”
The Black Dragon Master's eyes held deep contempt.
But this contempt was short-lived. The Black Dragon Master frowned for a moment before her face returned to its previously expressionless state. It was as though her own feelings made her tired. Even a sigh would not look as expressionless as that face.
“…Forget it. I don't even want to talk to you about this. Just talking about it makes me feel bad. Dammit! I would have gone to a different high school if I knew there'd be bullying here.”
“You're the class president. You're responsible for what happens in the class.”
“So what? Are you trying to say it's my fault?”
The Black Dragon Master's tone dripped with sarcasm.
“How amazing. I heard that you've been hanging out with ■■ lately and meeting other students one after the other. [Kim Gongja repented. Kim Gongja has changed.] Even the teachers were complimenting you in the staff room. Good for you.”
There was a cold sneer on the Black Dragon Master's face.
“It must be nice to have it easy like you. It's fine to hurt someone as long as you apologize afterwards, right? Forgive me because I apologized a lot, and then it's over. Everything I did wrong was a mistake. The hurt I inflicted was just a joke.”
“And even that should only happen once or twice. But can you say that your whole life was a mistake or a joke? If you stop making jokes or mistakes, will you get ill? Do you think the world is a dump that accepts your mistakes and that people as trashcans to receive your jokes? Sick bastards. Scum…”
She dropped it. The Black Dragon Master closed her lips.
Once again, she stopped just before her emotions became too intense. The Black Dragon Master looked down at her shoes like she was nervous. Since coming to the rooftop, she hadn't looked at the Constellation Killer even once.
“Class President.”
“…Don't do this to me,” muttered the Black Dragon Master. “Don't bring me to a place like this with ■■. You're trying to make me apologize or admit that I did something wrong. I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one who did…”
“You don't think so.”
When the Constellation Killer committed suicide in the last trauma, the school desperately turned a blind eye. The class used all kinds of tricks and methods to overlook the [incident].
『He sent that sort of text. Wasn't he really crazy?』
『That's right. In retrospect, he's always been a little weird.』
The Constellation Killer was crazy. He was a weirdo.
We, on the other hand, were 'normal.'
Perhaps we sent a text like that to the Constellation Killer as a mean joke. But it was only a joke. It was just a brief deviation from the norm. Everyone made jokes and slipped sometimes, so we were still normal.
Maybe we made fun of the Constellation Killer once. But that was a mistake. We didn't mean it. We didn't do it on purpose—we were just swept up into the atmosphere and laughed with the others. We did nothing wrong.
『Think carefully about what's important to you and pull yourself together.』
『Yes, teacher.』
And so, the class pushed one of our classmates aside.
Even death or suicide hadn't been able to awaken our guilt.
The one that murdered me was you.
Don't forget.
You killed me.
Except for one person.
The Black Dragon Master was the only one who didn't say, “Yes, teacher.” She said nothing,
only bowed her head without a word.
“Seriously, don't do this to me…”
One single bystander remained silent while numerous perpetrators stood proudly.
“I did my best. I tried to stop it when I was a first-year. Dammit.”
And there were hundreds of reasons why someone might remain silent.
Chapter end
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