Chapter 106 – Foundation (1)

Base (1)

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It was a really lacking time.

After the battle for the capital, a lot of things changed in an instant to organize the situation.

My declaration of entry into the palace made at the same time as the capital ‘Banseok’ was built.

60 days of temporary protection period announced by the system immediately after the declaration of entry into the palace.

It was broad daylight when the number ’60’ had already been reduced to ’56’.

“President-! It’s coming! We can finally take the President in the President’s protocol vehicle, President Nii-im!”

I turned my gaze to the surroundings as I looked at Koh Goh, who was making more of a fuss than I was at the slowly approaching black luxury sedan.

The surrounding scenery has changed significantly from before the start of the battle for the capital.

To borrow the comment from the system message window, is it because Banseok University has become a ‘human territory’—

The zombies who had been harassing the camp members so far moved all at once to other areas without showing any flesh.

It’s probably that he’s moved to a ‘special compensation area’ that he hasn’t figured out yet, or outside of the university.

Anyway, thanks to being free from the threat of zombies for a while, I cleared all the vehicle barricades blocking the library and the roads around it.

Now he was in a position to defend not only the library and its surroundings, but the entire university.

Hehe— President—! I will serve you, President-!”

Koh Jang-hoon shows a cunning smile while repeating the changed title several times.

I walked along with Goh Goh, who was gliding on a sedan that stopped at the entrance of the library.

Click-!

Goh Goh-hoon gently opens the back door with a very picturesque smile.

I let out a light laugh and boarded the sedan through the back door he opened.

A seat that is much more comfortable than you think, as if it satisfies the impression that emerges from its luxurious appearance.

Tuk-

I leaned back against the soft ride that I felt along with the soft sound of the door closing.

“Good morning, President.”

Yoo Seo-joon’s morning greeting from the driver’s seat.

The moment he nodded his head at the gaze of Yu Seo-jun, who bowed in the rearview mirror-

The person who had previously been in the passenger seat turned his face.

Blond blonde hair and blue eyes staring at me for a moment.

“… Bye- no, bye… Yo, President.”

Maybe it’s a strange greeting that I can pass because I’m a foreigner.

He wiggled his head on his own, rolled his eyes, and laughed at the completed greeting.

“We just said let’s talk comfortably with each other, don’t you remember?”
“… Haha-.”

At my question, Linnea gave a more awkward expression and a robotic smile.

“I’m really grateful and excuse me, President–!”

A high-tension shout broke through the rather awkward atmosphere.

Linnaeus, who was looking at Gao Ji-hoon, who quickly crawled into the seat next to me, turned her head to the front again as if she had been waiting.

“Then—let’s go, President.”

Yoo Seo-joon, who confirmed that everyone was on board, gently stepped on the accelerator.

I looked at the sedan sliding forward and leaned my back against the seat again.

Since the first destination of the midterm inspection of the entire university was the College of Agriculture, I had to stay in the vehicle for a little longer than I thought.

If I had thought about the time it would take in the first place, it would be much more economical to just run, but what matters to me right now is not how fast the inspection can be done—

The purpose was to show the camp members who was conducting the inspection and in what form.

“So- have you talked about doing it with the dorm campers?”

Stare out the window for a moment, then turn your gaze back to the front.

Linnea, realizing that the question was being addressed to herself, turned her head just in time for her.

“… Uh- that’s… Yo. This…”

Even after looking into each other’s eyes, Linnea kept talking for a long time.

“… That’s- I’ve talked about it, but it’s a little passive, people.”
“Okay?”

She shook her head at her answer, which she struggled to vomit into her awkward face.

Being passive…

Well, from their point of view, they are doing very well in the dormitory, but if they hear the idea of ​​merging the residential facilities, there will be no lightning in the dry sky.

Whether it’s an alliance or something, from their point of view, it’s no different than a stranger.

“… Mi-sorry.”

… Yo. This.

Linnea’s apology, which she whispered softly as she looked at my expression as I continued to think.

I calmly examined Linnea’s face, which seemed to be intimidated for some reason, and finally smiled softly.

Three camps put together in a very short time.

Moreover, it was an agricultural college and dormitory camp with survivors comparable to the library camp.

It must be more strange that there is no friction or noise in the first place.

Moreover, it was the early days when the three groups were reborn as one group.

The most important thing right now is to instill awareness that even if they become a group, their original lives are maintained or improved.

The plan was supported by a royal power that did not increase so dramatically compared to the two cohorts it engulfed.

New camp members who don’t easily go over to the ‘obedience’ stage.

It must mean that they are all literally looking at the liver.

I had no intention of wielding a strong whip from the beginning, when it was obvious that there would be noise.

Mix gently until the part where it can be mixed gently-

It was only necessary to properly thin out the thorns protruding unsightly.

“Are you okay. Why are you sorry to tell me honestly that you feel uncomfortable?”
“… Haha-.”

The problem of integration of the newly increased campers, the housing problem that needs to be taken to use the expanded area more efficiently, etc.

I was not impatient because these were issues that needed to be addressed properly over time rather than quickly.

As long as it’s in my hands anyway, cause can be created anytime I want.

“More than that, these roads— you said you organized all of them, Linnea?”
“… You asked me… Yo. This.”
“Still, I didn’t expect it to end so quickly. You won’t be busy with dorm work either.”

At the question full of admiration, Linnea smiled with a slightly relieved face.

I kept praising her, watching the road conditions clear enough for her sedan to pass.

“You’re much more diligent than I’ve heard.”
“… Haha-.”

Or, you have a personality that is not good at refusal.

Looking at Linnea’s face, who was much more comfortable than the first time, I repeated whispers that I couldn’t hear.

Neither surrender nor obedience—

If I have to define it, that timidity that strangely maintains a low profile even in a relationship close to ‘cooperation’.

The personality Cha Seol-hee whispered to me, or more than that, has a tender heart.

Compared to those distinct features and images, the underlying psychology is too pale and hazy.

I turned my gaze from the inside of her wall to the window again.

College roads that have been cleared along the entire pre-planned inspection route.

The traces of the cleaning that the campers had previously swept past quickly.

Rather than being clean at this level—

“It seems a little empty.”
“… That’s why, President.”

A clear whisper follows the quiet chanting.

As I turned my head to follow the sound, I was greeted by bright eyes that felt a bit burdensome.

“I’ve come up with a plan to fill those empty spaces in a very meaningful way, President!”
“… What.”

Shiny eyes that do not hurt at all even with slightly narrowed eyes.

Gong Hoon hurriedly took out his notebook from his pants pocket and let out a cunning laugh.

“First of all, we are going to build a memorial hall to commemorate the President’s great achievements! And we will record the president’s biography in the memorial hall so that everyone can engrave it in their hearts!”
“…”
“Especially the pictures of how He built this great ‘Rock’ are lined up and hung on the wall! A picture of the president who kills the very wicked trash at once! A picture of the president using the jigsaw in the east and in the west! Oh, and we’re going to make a magnificent statue in front of the memorial!”
“… Axial Law.”

I interrupted Goh Jang-hun, who I was more excited about, and brainwashed myself.

“… This is a repertoire I’ve heard a lot about.”
“No, President-! Those piglets are spouting outright lies that they don’t even know their own weight, and doesn’t the president really show off the jigsaw while flashing in the east and west?!”

Those sincere eyes without a single lie.

The story of Koh Jang-hoon jumping from a rooftop building in fright and falling naturally flashed through his mind.

“… If you think about it, you are right.”
“Exactly, President-! We are literally facing the president’s founding myth, which is reality itself!”

He stared at the hometown Hoon, who clenched his fists tightly and shook them and sprayed saliva, and asked quietly.

“… Okay. Even if the painting is drawn by an art college survivor, what are you going to do with the statue?”

There are no raw materials such as copper needed to make statues, and there are no facilities to melt and cast the raw materials.

At my question, Goh Goh’s eyes, which were filled with self-confidence, trembled slightly.

Chin-!

“… Alas!”

Perhaps the answer to my question, was the frivolous sigh he spat while slapping his forehead.

“Ahhh, don’t blow up the wind, let’s do what you’re told to do first, eunuch.”
“… Yep, President!”

Koh Goh-hoon looked at my naturally crumpled face as if he had chewed something astringent and quickly stuffed the notebook into his pocket.

Tsk-!

I clicked my tongue briefly and looked at the front again, and I was greeted by other bright eyes other than Koh Goh’s.

… What.

Eyebrows twitched spontaneously at Linnea’s expression, which she was seeing for the first time in her life.

Rinne stretches out her finger with a bright smile despite my expression.

“… I-I saw this-! A scene that always appears in K-drama!”

Linnea’s outstretched white finger pointed at me.

“King-, King!”

Then, he moved a little to the side and pointed at Koh Goh.

And-

“Shell!”

Rinnea, who called her hometown Hun vigorously, spoke the following words without lifting her finger.

“Goja!”
“… Yes?”
“Goja! The eunuch behind the king in red! I heard that you were a eunuch earlier!”
“…”

Goh Goh-hoon’s face convulsed slightly at the spotless smile.

“… That- Ms. Linnea.”
“Yes!”
“Geu-Goja is something like a friendly nickname the president calls you, but it doesn’t mean that.”

Not at all, still alive.

Linnea’s smile slowly faded at Goh Jang-hoon’s elaborate excuses.

“Ah- I’m sorry, Goja-san.”
“… Yes.”
“Yeah, but it was so much fun listening to it! Because it’s not the image and conversation I thought. Uh- TV? That’s right, it was like watching a TV show I used to watch when I was young, you two!”
“… Hehe – thank you Rather than that, I’ll say it again, but the eunuch is really just a nickname—”
“Ah-! I’m really sorry about that, Mr. Goja.”

… Ah.

“… Ah, yes.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.

Koh Goh-hun quietly approached me while watching Linnea’s eyes.

“… Aren’t you feeding me this now, President?”

Contrary to the question he asks in whispers, Linnea still stares at Koh Goh with a bright smile.

I smiled as I looked at Linnea’s bright eyes, which I hadn’t seen despite several attempts at conversation and creating a comfortable atmosphere.

Two people having a pleasant conversation and a common interest that they know after a long time.

Those curious eyes that protrude from it and the sense of distance that seems to have shrunk in an instant.

While quietly observing Linnea’s underlying psychology, I let out a small smile with a brighter smile.

Yeah- that’s definitely what it’s supposed to look like.

“… You have to be patient, eunuch.”

You are a foreigner

“… Are you talking about me now?”

He looked at Linnea, who pointed at himself and tilted her head, and shrugged playfully.

“… Well.”

From very far-

A stranger who can’t go back.