There Is No World For ■■

* * *Middle of the night at the Academy, where moonlight scattered as it mingled with the streetlights.As the woman known as the third shepherd, identified by the numbers 10-11-16, sprinted through the darkness, only one young man occupied her mind.…Cheon Yeomyeong.The savior of Manchuria, the Dragon Rider, the first and last transfer student of Lord Howe…To the South Korean government, he was truly an enigma.A genius who appeared out of nowhere, seemingly having fallen from the heavens.He did not come from any notable family nor did he have a prestigious background nor was he part of the government’s Superhuman project.Born into the lowest of circumstances, just like so many others, he was just someone who barely managed to graduate high school through a GED after bouncing from one orphanage to another.Even the government agents charged with tracking him down couldn’t believe how ordinary his past was.And no matter how many times they looked into him, there was nothing special about Cheon Yeomyeong’s life.They even traced his lineage due to his unusual eye color… only to discover that he was a descendant of a farmer who had illegally crossed the Dimensional Portal several decades ago.In the end, the government could only reach one conclusion about Cheon Yeomyeong.A monster who just happened to be born with talent…It was an unbelievable reality, but the reality nonetheless.While the powers outside the academy still had their doubts, the South Korean government did not.It would have been even more unbelievable if they did. After all, they knew exactly how many pig-heads and cow-heads he had killed in Manchuria.It was a tragedy among fellow Koreans…The third shepherd lamented as she recalled her fallen colleagues.Did Cheon Yeomyeong even know?Did he know that the pig-headed men he killed weren’t monsters, but patriots who laid down their lives for the country?He probably didn’t, just as he didn’t know what the Korean public was calling him.…Tsk.The third shepherd clicked her tongue as she thought about the current happenings in South Korea.As she darted through the academy, searching for the Black Sheep’s trail, recent events from just a few days ago flashed through her mind. * * *…Back in Korea, Cheon Yeomyeong had become so famous that there was no one who didn’t know his name.

Of course, it was only natural. He was the Superhuman who saved Manchuria with the help of the Saintess, and he was Korean.Not only did the so-called tabloids peddle the news with an excessive patriotic flair, but even major media outlets claiming to be the true voice of the nation profited from articles about him.And the public hungrily lapped up those articles.After all, the blatant story of a hero was far more appealing to them than the grim tales from Manchuria.However, news about Cheon Yeomyeong didn’t last more than a few days.To begin with, there wasn’t much to report about, and with him already at the academy, they had no way to extract fresh news either.However… everything changed the moment the military got involved.Angered over losing the dragon’s bones, the military went out of their way to downplay Cheon Yeomyeong’s achievements.They claimed that it was the Sonjuk Mercenary Group and the Saintess who defeated the dragon, and that Cheon Yeomyeong was merely a figurehead.Even though Cheon Yeomyeong’s transfer to the academy made their claims irrelevant, the military refused to back down.At some point, some even went as far as to assert that Cheon Yeomyeong should enlist.It was likely an attempt to save face and sway public opinion, but instead, the public directed their fury on the military.- Is the military trying to create another Jeon Yongseop?- Why force a student who’s going to study at the academy to enlist?- What if he defects to the U.S. or France like the other superhumans?Pleased with this shift in public sentiment, politicians and Korea’s Superhuman community stepped forwards.It was a perfect opportunity to criticize the military, which was stubbornly clinging to its power even after the dictatorship ended.They didn’t didn’t let this opportunity slip by and spoke fervently.They argued that South Korea must do its best to keep Cheon Yeomyeong and even accused the military of suppressing a future Superhuman due to budgetary concerns.Though these were the usual empty political instigations, due to the trauma caused by Jeon Yongseop and his son, Jeon Yunseong, the public and media fervently agreed with them.After all, it had only been a little over a decade since Jeon Yongseop, along with the statement that Korea was a wretched country, became a naturalized citizen of the United States.And just a few years later, his son, Jeon Yunseong got the better of Korea’s next generation of Superhuman rising stars.To the public, Cheon Yeomyeong was nothing less than a hero sent by the heavens to revive Korea’s Superhuman community.A hero who would retaliate against those despicable Americans and traitors and restore Korea’s dignity on the global stage.Not ones to miss the chance to cash in on this public sentiment either, the politicians made grand, empty promises.Their eloquent words made it seem like Cheon Yeomyeong was already Korea’s representative Superhuman, a patriot who had gone to the academy to find a means to defeat Jeon Yunseong.…Of course, as usual, the expectations of the public and the promises made by politicians never turned into reality.While the official excuse was that ‘Cheon Yeomyeong is at the academy,’ the real reason was something else entirely.The reality was that Korea had neither the resources nor the means to entice Cheon Yeomyeong.Offering martial arts training or elixirs, as was done with other Superhumans, was out of the question from the start.Rumor had it that the dwarf chaebols from Chicago across the ocean were supplying him with dragon bones, treasures, and all sorts of elixirs.No one knew why the dwarves were going that far, but the South Korean government couldn’t match them, if only for the sake of fairness.If material wealth was out of reach, they could have at least tried to offer power and honor, but even that paled in comparison to what foreign countries could provide.Especially countries like France or the U.S., which were particularly obsessed with Superhumans, could offer exemptions and honors beyond what South Korea could provide.In the end, all Korea could do was rely on Cheon Yeomyeong’s patriotism.But neither the government nor the politicians dared to speak of such a thing.What if Cheon Yeomyeong, who had no family in Korea, publicly rejected them at the mere mention of patriotism?After all, politicians were practical people above all else.Instead of chasing the impossible, they devised a more realistic plan.- Before he graduates from the academy, we’ll use him to stir public opinion, then after graduation, have him naturalized in France instead of the United States.In order to preserve the equillibrium, they planned to split the two Korean-born geniuses between France and the United States, rather than letting the detestable United States have them both.It wasn’t the best solution, but it was free from risks.Even the ‘patriots’ under the government’s wing did not object to this plan.After all, they, too, were unable to come up with a better idea.However… now that they were at the academy, wasn’t there a more enticing bait to keep Cheon Yeomyeong around?Honey trap.It was a really simple idea that no one had thought of.Well, it was mostly because they had assumed that it wouldn’t work on Cheon Yeomyeong, especially since he was constantly accompanied by the beautiful Saintess…In the end, it doesn’t matter how much of a genius he is, he’s still a man.For the first time in a while, the third shepherd smiled.She finally spotted the traces she had been desperately searching for at the end of her gaze as she brought her Flying Kick technique to a halt.Signs of a fierce struggle and a torn piece of cloth.Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the cloth was part of a school uniform skirt. This was undoubtedly the Black Sheep’s clothing she had been looking for.…That’s good, the Red Sheep’s report was true.The shepherd felt a sense of satisfaction as she realized the plan was unfolding according to her expectations and moved on towards the next trace.The first was the hardest to find, but the rest followed easily.Beyond the unlit path, more torn clothing was scattered along the way.A discarded sock, a single shoe, a skirt ripped in half, a broken bra, and then……A piece of paper?The third shepherd furrowed her brow as she picked the paper. Tiny letters, visible only on using mana, were scrawled across it. Idiot