I Become a Mafia in the Academy - Chapter 558

After Michaela expressed her ambition not to properly chase the Magical Log.

“I’m shocked…!”

“Don’t just eat the meat. Here, wrap it in this leaf and eat it.”

“Leaf? Is that how you do it?”

“Yeah. Add some ssamjang.”

“It’s quite big though… Ah. Woah?!”

Having entered “Let’s have some proper fun” mode, I taught her about the Korean wrap, K-ssam, which can only be experienced in Korea.

“I’m shocked!”

“Ah, this is what we call Korean sangchu ssam. It’s the wisdom of our ancestors to help us eat healthier by having vegetables with our meat.”

“The wisdom of K ancestors…! What else is there?!”

“Hmm, since we’re done with the meat, should we try some K fried rice?”

“K bokkeumbab!”

The reason I was teaching her all these things with such enthusiasm was because her reactions were so delightful.

She would look at me as if she had never seen anything like it in her entire life whenever I explained something, and when I exaggerated a bit, she would blink in genuine surprise. So, I couldn’t help but get excited and teach her about all sorts of things.

“The place where the meat was is now covered with rice and various sauces!”

“Yeah, that’s how you make K fried rice. By frying the rice over a fire.”

The oil from the meat and the fried rice sauce. The sesame oil and the rice sizzle and cook over the fire, and a delicious smell starts to fill the air.

“The smell is starting to change! Can I eat it now?”

“No! Not yet! The rice hasn’t stuck together properly yet, so wait a little longer.”

“Yes…!”

She was a child who had only known missions before.

Her reactions were so delightful that it made teaching her even more enjoyable.

“It’s delicious!”

“Yeah, eat lots! And drink more cola too!”

“Yes! But, Junior. Is there no alcohol?”

…I had forgotten.

That this girl is quite the drinker. But what could I do about it?

“In that case, I’ll give you… the opportunity to drink Korean wine.”

“Korean wine…!”

“Auntie! One bottle of bokbunjaju here!”

“Bokbunjaju…!”

Just as she had celebrated by opening a wine worth tens of millions of credits in the past. I too, will commemorate today by opening a bottle of bokbunjaju.

“Michaela. Welcome to Korea once again!”

“……Yes!”

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“Oh dear, it seems like you have a hangover.”

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that we had a very enjoyable night, as we even started drinking bokbunjaju.

I was a little worried because the price range was much lower compared to the wine she usually drinks, but fortunately, Michaela seemed to like the bokbunjaju very much and kept gulping it down.

In order to get drunk together, we, who usually don’t use our aura, were barely able to return to the Callione mansion, almost half-dead.

It hadn’t even been 4 hours since Michaela had scattered to the guest room that had been prepared in advance, and I to my room.

Even so, there was a reason why I woke up at 6 in the morning, just 3 hours after I had fallen asleep.

“Ugh… Let’s get rid of this hangover first.”

I took out the ‘Cross of the Holy Knights of Brass’ from my cube and invoked divine power with my aura to get rid of the hangover.

Only then did my pounding head start to calm down a little, and my mind began to clear up.

“……I need to get ready.”

I got out of bed and quickly took a shower. After preparing a neat outfit, I went outside and saw a familiar figure from behind.

“You’re up. I heard you came in late last night. Aren’t you tired?”

It was my father, who was waiting for me while holding the still-half-asleep Yoon Ji-yoon in his arms.

“Yes. It’s nice to be an Awakener in this way.”

“Haha! That’s for sure. Let’s go together once Dominic comes out.”

A moment later, the consigliere, who was dressed in a suit, also came out of the mansion and was surprised to see us.

“I guess I was the last one.”

There was one reason why our Callione family had gathered at this early hour.

Morning mass.

It was a tradition in the Callione family to ask a prominent religious figure to conduct the mass whenever one came, so as soon as it was decided, the Callione family asked ‘Michaela’, the guest from the Vatican, to conduct the mass in advance.

And she readily accepted this offer, and that’s how she came to conduct today’s mass.

The four of us walked to the cathedral together.

Suddenly, the Consigliere tapped my shoulder.

“Eugene. You worked really hard yesterday. You were with the guest from the Vatican until dawn, weren’t you?”

My godfather talked to me as if he was sorry and grateful.

“So, what do you think of the guest from the Vatican? Yesterday, you and the guest were both drunk when you came in, so I couldn’t really talk to you properly.”

“Ah, you mean Michaela?”

“So, the guest’s name is Michaela. Yes. What kind of person do you think Michaela is?”

The two of them still don’t know that Michaela is my acquaintance.

I smiled as if to tell them not to worry and replied.

“You don’t have to worry too much about Michaela. When I was in Italy, she was a comrade and friend who fought alongside me.”

“Hmm? Is she the one who came today? I heard that she’s from the ‘Inquisition’….”

How come other people have such a bad image of the ‘Inquisition’?

There are plenty of good people in the Inquisition… it seems like occupational discrimination.

“She said that she came because she wanted to go herself instead of someone else bothering me. In fact, it seems like she came here for sightseeing, so you don’t have to worry too much either.”

“A guest from the Vatican who came to Callione is your friend… I’m relieved to hear that. I guess we can cancel all the other plans that we prepared for the intelligence agency.”

Those other plans were definitely related to erasing evidence related to the Magical Log and preparing a grand banquet for the guest from the Vatican, right?

I think it’s a good decision because it will reduce unnecessary waste of manpower on our side.

Then, my father, who was holding Yoon-yi in his arms and patting her head, said.

“The person who came this time is Eugene’s friend… This is the first time my son’s friend has come to play at home, but I didn’t have time to think about what to do for him.”

“Yes?”

“Isn’t that right? Since our family is a family, you’ve never brought any friends over.”

Is that how it is?

Come to think of it, I realized that I had never brought any friends or acquaintances to our house before.

If I had to say something similar, it would be one day… but that was almost like a branch family.

This is really the first time I’ve brought a friend home…!

“So Eugene, do you know what kind of things the Sister likes?”

If it’s something that the Sister likes…

“She likes wine.”

“Hmm? Wine? Of course. As a clergy, she would like to receive wine as a gift. Hoo hoo, this. I should open my collection for the first time in a long time.”

My godfather was surprised by those words.

Since this is a family gathering, not a gathering for organizational matters, his tone of voice to my father is more friendly than usual.

“Are you really going to open that? Then I’ll definitely have to attend the banquet…!”

“Is my father’s wine collection that great?”

I didn’t know much about wine since I only drank it when it was available, but judging from my godfather’s reaction, it seems like the collection is quite considerable.

“Do you really not know? There probably isn’t a nobleman in all of Asia who has a larger wine cellar than your father.”

“That much?”

“Yes! In fact, every single bottle in there is filled with wine that you might only come across once in your life. Your father is making a big decision by giving it as a gift, so you should be grateful. Keuk keuk!”

If my godfather is saying this much, I can’t even imagine how much he’s taking care of me just because I’m his friend.

“Thank you, Father.”

“Haha! What’s there to thank me for? Would I be stingy with that much to your friend? Okay, okay, let’s watch the mass first. I have to greet her separately. Let’s go in.”

That’s how the four of us arrived at the cathedral.

Was it because of the rumor that a Sister from the Inquisition would be conducting the mass? There were more members of the organization sitting in the cathedral and preparing for the mass than usual.

We naturally walked to the empty seats at the very front and sat down.

My father sat Yoon-i between him and me and stroked her hair to wake her.

“Yoon-i. Shouldn’t we pray?”

“Yes….”

Yoon-i answered in a dreamy voice, rubbed her eyes, looked at the altar in front of her, and bowed her head slightly with her hands together.

Before I knew it, it was time for mass. When the second hand pointed exactly to 7 o’clock.

I could see Michaela, dressed in a pure white Vatican uniform, walking to the altar, leading the priests who had been there originally.

Michaela as a priest.

It reminded me of when I first saw her.

An expressionless face that showed no emotion. However, what I felt there was not coldness, but compassion.

“Wow… She’s pretty.”

Yoon-i, who was looking at her, muttered.

The others were also looking at Michaela curiously, who was carrying all sorts of rumors even though she was small.

Michaela, who had passed them all and climbed onto the altar, slowly opened her mouth.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”

Her voice, like a silver bell, echoed throughout the cathedral.

“The Lord be with you.”

“And also with the priest’s spirit.”

Priest Michaela’s mass began.

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The mass ended in a great success.

“This is my first time at mass, but it’s more fun than I thought?”

“I heard she’s from the Inquisition? Isn’t it unusual for her to mix her own experiences into her stories? I was so nervous listening to her that my hands were sweating?”

Listening to the members of the organization leaving the cathedral with the closing hymn, I could tell that Michaela’s mass was more successful than I thought.

I was surprised at first.

Of course, to convey the words of the Bible, she would mix in her own experiences to make it easier to understand.

The story of how she executed a devil worshiper who had fled to the Middle East, the story of how she tracked down a god who was treated as a heresy in Italy, and the story of how she defeated a giant with me on Mount Etna.

From the listeners’ point of view, it must have felt like they were listening to an epic poem of a hero.

Michaela’s good voice also played a part.

After the mass, our Callione family walked towards Michaela, who was cleaning up the altar.

“Yesterday, you looked very tired, so I couldn’t greet you properly, but today I can finally greet you. I’m Vito Callione. Sister.”

My father naturally bowed his head and greeted her first. Michaela also bowed her head and greeted him.

“Normally, if you were a guest, I should have gone to greet you as soon as I found you, but I thought it would be impolite to visit you so late, so I unintentionally greeted you now. The 0th Captain of the Holy Knights of the Holy Vatican Empire, who was dispatched to the Korean Peninsula. My name is Michaela. It is an honor to meet Brother Don Vito Callione, who is known for his deep faith.”

And then she naturally greeted each of them one by one.

“I’m Dominic Avandanto, an advisor to the Callione family. It is an honor to meet you.”

“Oh, you must be Callione Junior’s godfather. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh, hello. I’m Yoon Han Callione!”

“Nice to meet you, sister. When Junior was in Italy, he always missed his younger sister, but now that I see how cute his younger sister is. I finally understand.”

“Hehehe….”

Finally, the Callione family and Michaela met face to face.

“I have prepared a dinner for the sister. Let’s go there.”

As my father stroked Yoon-i’s head, Michaela nodded.

“Yes. Yes, I was just getting hungry.”

Watching the scene from the side, I quietly wiped away my cold sweat.

‘As long as Michaela doesn’t do anything strange.’

A meal with friends and family.

Is it normally this tense…?

I gulped.