Conquering the Broken Heroine?

Han Seo-yeon has a dream.
A dream she wanted to fulfill if she entered a web novel.

A kind of romance she wants to achieve.
That’s the reason why she’s pretending to be a Japanese sword-wielding high school girl with a hwando.

Shouting famous lines from web novels.
Monopolizing the fortuitous encounters in web novels.
Seducing heroines from web novels.

Of course, this is just a fantasy.
While she wants to achieve it, if it’s realistically impossible, she wouldn’t be too disappointed if she couldn’t.

…Actually, she would be a little disappointed.
Because fantasy and purpose are entirely separate matters.

A purpose is something that must be achieved.
That was the attitude of an overpowered protagonist who intervened in what would have been a happy ending originally.

However, Han Seo-yeon wasn’t without greed.
So she often tried to fulfill her fantasies whenever the opportunity arose.

She shouted a famous line.
As a result, she was immortalized.

She monopolized the protagonist’s fortuitous encounters in her own way.
Thanks to that, she suffered greatly in the slums.

She didn’t seduce any heroines.
Because there weren’t any heroines she particularly liked in this novel.

She did find someone she liked, though not an original heroine.
It was still safe since she hadn’t been rejected yet.
Probably.

“…Hehe.”

And now, Han Seo-yeon was about to indulge in a new fantasy.

“Hihi…!”

Her laughter doesn’t stop.
She suddenly looked in the mirror.

Unsurprisingly, a beautiful young girl was there.

Black long wavy hair.
Red eyes with thick eyelashes.

Fair skin without a single blemish.
A perfect beauty was smiling in the mirror.

And it’s not just her face.
Her figure is no less impressive.

The contours are visible through the perfectly fitting school uniform.
Large and beautiful things that make their size guessable just from the outline.

In terms of cup size, comparable to Michaela’s, a volume hard to believe for a 17-year-old.
Perhaps because she grew up in the slums, there’s not an ounce of excess fat.

Without a doubt, Han Seo-yeon is the second most beautiful girl in the world.
Of course, the first was her girlfriend.

On that beauty’s shoulders, a coat is draped.
A coat straight out of fiction that exudes coolness.

It’s cool.
This was the very embodiment of coolness.
It was amazing and incredible!

Han Seo-yeon looked in the mirror and struck poses she had only imagined in her head.
It felt like a scene from a novel illustration had come to life.

“…What are you doing?”

An unexpected fashion show unfolding in front of the mirror.
Her roommate and landlord looked at her with a strange expression.

“How is it, senior?”
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t it cool?”

Han Seo-yeon, wearing the coat, feared nothing.
It was cool even from an objective point of view.

“I don’t understand why you’re draping the coat over your shoulders.”
“That’s just how it is.”

Simply wearing the coat would just be ordinary fashion.
That wasn’t what Han Seo-yeon wanted.

Draping it over the shoulders with the sleeves fluttering without arms in them.
That was the image Han Seo-yeon wanted.

“Wouldn’t it be inconvenient? It might slip off or drag on the ground when you walk.”
“It’s fine. I have a plan for that.”

A practical observation, if practical.
Han Seo-yeon didn’t back down.

She had anticipated such minor drawbacks.
Such minor drawbacks couldn’t stop Han Seo-yeon’s fantasy.

Though invisible, pins to secure the coat to the shoulders were included.

“Above all, it seems like it would be quite a hindrance in combat.”

The gray-white uniforms of Hunter Academy are all made of special materials.
A kind of artifact made by applying the hide of powerful monsters or the highest grade magic stones.

Naturally, it would be unbalanced if the coat’s material is relatively cheap compared to such items.

“That’s not the case either.”

Han Seo-yeon showed the coat’s maker.
The name written was ‘Firefly’.

“The Firefly Group…”

Even for Michaela, a foreigner, it was a well-known top Korean conglomerate.
It was a special hunter coat from that conglomerate.

There’s no need to elaborate on its defensive capabilities.
Proportionally, it was hard to guess how many zeros were on the price tag.

“…Where did you buy such an expensive item? Don’t tell me you took out a loan?”
“I received it as a gift.”
“…Surely you didn’t follow some strange man and receive it as a gift?”
“It’s not like that!”

Han Seo-yeon was a woman with some experience, over thirty years old combining her past and present lives.

Both Han Seoyeon and others, why do they often treat her like a child?
Even if the mental age follows the body, they’re roughly the same age.

Sometimes Han Seo-yeon found this frustrating.
Of course, she let it slide because her senior was cute.

“I received it from Baek Da-eun. Baek Da-eun.”
“You mean that student with the peculiar hair?”

Although Michaela didn’t have much contact with students, there were a few faces she knew.

Baek Da-eun, whose hair style rather than color was unusual, left a strong impression.

“Yeah. She said thanks for saving her before.”

To think she would receive a gift from Baek Da-eun.
And such a satisfying, taste-matching gift at that.

‘I never thought she’d give such a cool coat. Maybe our tastes are surprisingly similar?’

Han Seo-yeon doesn’t know Baek Da-eun.
More precisely, she doesn’t know the heroines well.

The character profiles that remained in her memory while reading [The Falling Star Swordsman of the Academy] were only the overly kind protagonist and her favorite character.

So the more she thought about it, the more unexpected this hobby seemed.
Could this be a hidden setting not seen in the novel?

“I see. Is this kind of thing fashionable among students these days…?”

A coat only draped over the shoulders.
It was a fashion Michaela couldn’t understand.
At the same time, she accepted it.

She wasn’t very sensitive to trends.
It must be what they call an ‘insider’ trend.
Something she couldn’t understand.

“That’s not it!”

Her guess was cleanly ignored.

“Senior. This kind of fashion is originally for outsiders. Don’t try to copy it elsewhere. Got it?”
“…”

This time, Michaela received advice.
It was advice so surprising she couldn’t continue speaking.
But there was one thing that bothered her.

Such a coat was clearly not a normal woman’s hobby.
Even to the insensitive Michaela.

The girl called Baek Da-eun must have sent a gift tailored to Han Seo-yeon’s hobby.

“Then…”

Michaela could guess this much.

“…The friend who gave you that gift must like you quite a lot.”
“No. Not at all, senior.”
“…”

Han Seo-yeon shook her head firmly.
Then what on earth was it?
For Michaela, who had few friends, this was the limit of her guesses.

“Anyway─.”

Han Seo-yeon’s eyes sparkled.
With sparkling eyes, she twirled to show off the coat.

“How is it, does it suit me?”
“…”

Michaela hesitated to answer.
It wasn’t that it didn’t suit her.
Rather, it was the opposite.

In her view, Han Seo-yeon could objectively be included in the category of beautiful people by aesthetic standards.

If she had to choose between praising or not, the former was obviously correct.
She just didn’t know how to praise.

She had never praised anyone before.

“How is it, how is it…?”

Because there was only one person in the world who had approached her so actively.
Michaela, overcoming the unfamiliarity, gathered a bit of courage.

[It seems you need advice,]

Suddenly, the voice of the sword spoke.

[In times like these, you see.]

The voice in the sword had helped Michaela many times until now.
Since that time when she was born with the sword and pointed at as a child of demons.

Therefore, that advice was trustworthy.

[This is how you do it.]

The voice seemed unusually excited, which was a bit strange, but─.

“I see.”

Michaela followed that advice without hesitation.

“…Hiyat?!”

Michaela gently stroked Han Seo-yeon’s head as if petting a dog.

“It suits you well. Very much so.”
“Wa, wawawa…!”

Han Seo-yeon’s eyes spun round and round.

It’s a bit embarrassing to say herself, but Han Seo-yeon, taller and slimmer than her peers, had a model-like figure.

She was even taller than Michaela.

That’s right.
It can be asserted.
In yuri terms, she was definitely not the bottom, but the top.

It’s a memorable first skinship.
A small-framed girl gently patted a slightly less small girl.

This isn’t some light novel.
Would anything special happen just from having her head patted?

“Uh, ah, um…!”

It did.
And dramatically so.

Her strength leaves her and she slumps down.
The confident Han Seo-yeon who had been wearing the coat was gone.

“You don’t look well. Was I rude?”
“No, not at all!”

It was ecstatic.
For a moment, Han Seo-yeon felt heaven.
This kind of situation wasn’t all bad.

“Rather, I like it…”

It was truly a strange reaction.
That’s what Michaela thought.

She couldn’t have imagined that this act, which was nothing more than treating a person like a dog, could be felt as something romantic.

[Have a good time. The outsider will disappear for a while.]

She couldn’t possibly have thought that.

“…Do it more.”

It was truly an incomprehensible girl’s heart to her.

It’s nothing new to say.
The heroines in [The Falling Star Swordsman of the Academy] are never likable no matter when you look at them.

Even if they go through the washing machine later, they’re not like that in the present.

Especially the student council president Lee Ha-yul’s unlikability was on a different level from the other two heroines.

Unlike Baek Da-eun, who had a twisted sense of noblesse oblige, Lee Ha-yul was closer to a real fucking racist.

Well, like other heroines, she had her circumstances, but still.

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[Lee Ha-yul]
Lv. : 51
Exp : 815/3671
HP : 147
MP : 87

[Status]
Strength : 75(Rank : B)
Agility : 70(Rank : B)
Intelligence : 41(Rank : C)

[Original Skill]
Unique Ability/Enhancement – Body Strengthening(Rank : S)

[Normal Skill]
Charisma(Rank : E)
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It’s a thug-like status.
A strength unthinkable for a student.

“You there.”

A monster high school girl with innate ability and combat sense, unmatched among her peers, appeared before her eyes.

“Han Seo-yeon.”

Lee Ha-yul saw Han Seo-yeon and said.

“Take it off right now.”

And suddenly, an incredibly lewd line.

“…Pardon?”
“Are you pretending not to hear? Then I’ll say it clearly once more.”

Warm mayonnaise, how disgusting, what is this?

“I said take it off.”
“…My clothes?”
“Don’t try to gloss over it with nonsense.”

Lee Ha-yul pointed her finger.

“That coat.”

What she pointed at was none other than the coat.

“Improper conduct. Violation of school rules.”
“…Then what about what you’re wearing, Student Council President?”
“This is the formal attire of the student council.”

The Academy was a military facility.
Hunters were treated as wartime soldiers.
Hunter Academy students were treated as quasi-hunters.

In other words, they were also soldiers.
And soldiers are the face of the nation, meaning they’re a group that must maintain a certain dignity.

“If you’re cold, wear a sweater. Even if you’re from the slums, you should have a school uniform, right?”

Han Seo-yeon, a female high school student who had completed military service, understood this immediately.

“Surely you didn’t sell it somewhere because you needed money.”

Every word was correct.
Except for one unnecessary addition.

“If you lack ability, you should at least try to make an effort in other areas.”

Han Seo-yeon laughed it off.
After all, the point about school rules was true.

‘…What a shame.’

She had just received such a cool coat.
Tears welled up in disappointment.

“Ah, don’t tell me you’re aspiring to join the student council?”

Gloomily.
Han Seo-yeon was terribly sorry about the coat.

“Wake up from that dream.”

She was so sorry that she could barely hear what Lee Ha-yul was saying.

“The student council is strictly meritocratic. Even if you could defeat an S-class monster, luck is just luck in the end. That can’t be considered ability.”

Han Seo-yeon clearly has a fantasy.

“Don’t forget your place just because you gained some fame in the media.”

But if the fantasy interferes with the goal and prevents achieving one of the two, the goal of saving the world should take precedence over the fantasy.

“In the end, you’re just an E-class incompetent.”

Looking back at future developments, she needs to stay at the Academy for about a year.
Even to twist the original plot, there will be moments when she needs to skip school without permission occasionally.

It would be troublesome if she got into unnecessary trouble before that and, in the worst case, got expelled.

“…I understand.”

With tears in her eyes,
Han Seo-yeon was about to remove the coat from her shoulders─.

“─What do you think you’re doing?”

Just as she was about to remove it, Baek Da-eun appeared.

…Why are you coming out here?

She wore it.
The coat given as a gift.
As if she was extremely happy.

“Ah, don’t tell me you’re aspiring to join the student council?”

She was crying.

“Wake up from that dream.”

She showed tears.

“The student council is strictly meritocratic. Even if you could defeat an S-class monster, luck is just luck in the end. That can’t be considered ability.”

That kind child.

“Don’t forget your place just because you gained some fame in the media.”

The strong child who had saved her twice.

“In the end, you’re just an E-class incompetent.”

So, even if it might be a burden to that child.

“─What do you think you’re doing?”

Baek Da-eun stepped forward without hesitation.
Even if it meant being a liar who deceived her benefactor despite having her life saved twice.

She no longer wanted to just watch.