The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 90
As soon as I got the message, I contacted Luke right away.
[Belief_]: Can I go as early as tomorrow?
A reply came instantly after I sent it.
Even though hardly any time had passed, it was as if he'd been waiting.
[Luke]: You may come anytime.
The entry time was set for late evening.
Until then, I didn’t really have anything to do, and I didn’t feel like focusing on anything either.
So I decided to just let the day pass casually.
I slept in late, stopped by a café for coffee, and wandered around the campus.
It was different from the usual days where I’d split my schedule by the minute, analyze, and fill it with training.
I figured… just for today, it’d be okay to live like this.
I quietly looked up at the sky above Gaon.
The sun was slowly setting.
Since I hadn’t expected any important messages, I hadn’t even worn my smartwatch. But as soon as I turned it on again after a while, waves of vibrations flooded in.
“…What is all this.”
[Missed call from user: Summer]
[Summer] Mo
[Summer] Hae
[Summer] ?
[Missed call from user: Summer]
[Missed call from user: Summer]
[You have received a voice message.]
Notification windows completely filled the screen in an instant.
I clicked the voice message among them.
Without earphones, a familiar voice played quietly from the watch.
— …What are you doing? Ahem. Okay, just like that… Haein-ah, where are you? It’s the weekend, what are you doing? Let’s eat together.
At first it sounded like she was just muttering to herself, then it naturally shifted into addressing me.
The start had an awkward cough and mumbling—probably unintentionally recorded.
I let out a small laugh.
I placed a finger on the watch’s keypad and left a short reply.
[Belief_]: Later. I have plans today.
A read receipt appeared shortly after.
Then a single line of text arrived right away.
I didn’t bother replying.
The promised time was approaching.
***
“Busy, huh…”
Yoon Chaeha lay on her bed, glancing sideways at the book spread open beside her.
The cover was still as flashy as ever.
[The Rules of Relationships Even Closet Magicians Are Curious About~ The Ultimate 199 Fatal Flirting Techniques!]
It was the book she’d half-jokingly used before.
Back then it was just for fun. Maybe light curiosity.
But not anymore.
Yoon Chaeha no longer denied her feelings.
She wasn’t stupid—she knew exactly what this emotion was.
So this time…
She wanted to approach it more carefully, more seriously.
Calmly, like studying an ancient tome.
Just before she made her fourth call, one sentence caught her eye.
“If you pull too hard, they might get tired of you! Balanced push-and-pull is essential!”
“…Is that so…”
She murmured to herself, and slowly set the watch down.
“……”
She waited quietly.
“…That should be enough, right?”
She glanced at the time to check.
Not even five minutes had passed.
“……”
It didn’t suit her.
Playing hard to get was not her style.
She’d just go to him.
She sprang up.
Threw on a coat, stepped out of the dorm.
And before she knew it—she’d arrived.
In front of Jeong Haein’s dorm. Somehow, her feet had carried her here.
A quiet hallway on a late weekend afternoon.
The exchange match was over, and it seemed like most people had gone home.
But she knew he hadn’t left.
The male dorms usually restricted female access.
But it wasn’t heavily monitored. And it was the weekend.
If she was careful, no one would know.
She gently pulled her cap down and slowly climbed the stairs.
I’ll probably get scolded if I get caught.
But she didn’t care.
When she reached his door, she paused to catch her breath.
Then, she knocked.
What do I say? A question about magic? About career paths? Or just…
Honestly, should I say I missed him?
— Clatter!
A thud echoed from inside, something falling.
The flustered movement of someone who had just jumped out of bed.
It seemed like he’d been lying down.
She clutched her pounding chest.
Then—
— Creak…
The door opened slightly with a soft sound.
But what flowed out from behind it was hot, steamy air.
And a strange, unfamiliar scent—mixed unpleasantly with Jeong Haein’s usual smell.
She immediately waved her hand, as ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) if to sweep the scent away.
And through the narrow crack in the door, a face peeked out.
“Oh?”
A woman with disheveled braided hair and a loosely hanging outfit slipping down her shoulder, as if she’d just gotten up from bed.
Her cheeks slightly flushed.
Yoon Chaeha’s eyes trembled faintly.
She had seen this person before.
In the mock team match.
Jeong Haein’s childhood friend who got obliterated by him from the side.
Ha Sion.
Yoon Chaeha’s head spun.
But the one who was equally flustered was Sion.
Jeong Haein should have been at the Arcadia Order by now—preparing to enter the Sanctuary.
So she’d come to enjoy a little “happy time” while he was away.
She’d assumed any visitors would be Kang Arin or Yu Hana.
She figured she was about due to get caught anyway—loose ends always catch up.
But the woman standing in front of her was not who she expected.
Ah.
Sion instinctively realized—
This was going to be a pain.
Yoon Chaeha clenched her teeth and forcefully threw the door open.
— Whoosh.
…Hot.
The trapped heat and humidity burst out into the hallway.
She quickly scanned the room.
Thankfully, Jeong Haein wasn’t there.
But that wasn’t the point.
Slowly. Very slowly, her head turned.
Like a creaking doll.
Yoon Chaeha’s gaze locked onto Sion.
“…Haa.”
Sion closed her eyes and lowered her head.
***
Arcadia Order, underground reception hall.
I was sitting in the designated waiting seat.
A space infused with soft candlelight and divine power.
I was waiting to be led into the Sanctuary.
Since I could only enter during Cheon Yeoul’s time slot—
I had to wait until Johan, the Hero, was finished.
After a while, a priest in a robe quietly approached through the corridor.
“Brother, preparations for entry into the Sanctuary are complete.”
“Ah, yes.”
I slowly stood.
I had brought a lot.
Weighted sandbags optimized for training efficiency, and a whole bunch of other things stuffed into a bundle.
And then—
“You’re here?”
Next to the priest, Cheon Yeoul appeared.
…Whoa.
A look I’d never seen before.
Her outfit was unlike her usual attire.
Clothing embroidered with traditional gold patterns—garments meant specifically for the Sanctuary.
The tailored fit accentuated the curves of her body and exuded a strange mix of impressions all at once.
“Sorry. It took me a while to put this on.”
Cheon Yeoul fiddled with the hem of her robe, looking embarrassed.
“Though… we have to take it all off once we’re inside anyway…”
I froze in place.
“Undress? What do you mean, undress. Why?”
I asked urgently, but she just turned her head with a sly smile.
“You’ll find out once we go in~”
Her tone made it impossible to tell if she was joking or not.
It had to be a joke. She’s a Saint, after all…
We walked slowly down the corridor leading to the Sanctuary.
Before long, we arrived at the entrance.
The enormous doors were shut, and two devotees bearing the Hero’s insignia stood in front of them.
Then—
— Ruuumble…
The thick doors began to tremble as they slowly opened.
The holy energy flowing from within felt strangely heavy.
And from inside, one person emerged.
It was Johan.
“Ha…”
His whole body was soaked with sweat, like he’d been through intense training.
As he came out, the waiting devotees approached at once, carefully wiping his sweat and offering him a towel.
Breaking the silence, the priest beside us bowed his head and spoke.
“It is now time for the two of you to enter.”
I nodded.
Cheon Yeoul also took a short breath and matched her pace to mine.
Moonlight streamed in faintly through the stained-glass ceiling above the sanctuary.
The moon was already high in the sky.
“Hey, wait.”
Just then, Johan, who was about to walk off, turned his head toward us.
He looked at us like he’d just noticed, and confusion spread across his face.
His gaze lingered briefly on Cheon Yeoul.
Then it shifted to me.
“You—two of you are going in together?”
“That is correct.”
The priest bowed his head quietly.
“…”
Johan’s eyes wavered ever so slightly.
Then, standing beside me, Cheon Yeoul gently stepped closer.
Her fingers lightly grazed her sleeve, and without hesitation, her hand wrapped around my arm.
Not once did she turn her head toward Johan.
“Let’s go.”
I nodded and took a step forward as she led me.
“Yeah.”
We walked toward the doors of the Sanctuary.
The moment we crossed the threshold, the divine energy within the Sanctuary met our skin.
As I inhaled, a cold, clear force filled my lungs to the bottom.
— Ruuuumble…
The doors closed behind us, sealing us off from the outside world in complete isolation.
A quiet shaft of light descended.
The only illumination came from the moonlight through the stained glass.
A soft glow blanketed the Sanctuary interior.
Sacred energy soaked the entire space.
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With every breath, it felt like cool holy power was seeping into the depths of my lungs.
Rather than solemnity, it brought a strange sense of calm.
I lightly planted both feet on the floor.
Then a few jumps.
“This is insane.”
It felt different.
Even I had never considered actually using this place—only knew about it in theory.
It was strictly reserved for the Saint and the Hero.
But I could feel it—my body was becoming activated.
I unpacked the supplies I’d brought.
Weighted sandbags, resistance bands, various tools.
There wasn’t much time allotted to me.
To get the most out of this short period, I’d have to distribute my energy efficiently.
Now was the time to focus.
“I think I’m gonna be busy for a bit, so just focus on your own—”
I turned my head toward Cheon Yeoul as I spoke.
At that moment—
— Shhh…
The sound of fabric brushing the floor.
“Hey, what are you—”
She was slowly removing the sacred robes she’d been wearing just moments ago, layer by layer.
Undoing her sleeves, loosening her waist tie—her robe slipped naturally off her shoulders.
She was actually undressing?
— Shhh…
This was getting dangerous.
I quickly turned my head the other way.
“Could you… cover up a little? There’s nowhere for me to look.”
“It’s not like that. To absorb the sacred power floating around inside the Sanctuary more effectively… you have to expose as much skin as possible.”
Huh?
She said it so casually.
It made me feel like I was the weird one for being flustered.
Cheon Yeoul didn’t seem to think anything of it, while I was the only one reacting.
“…I see?”
In theory, it made sense.
Actually, I could feel it more clearly on exposed areas like the backs of my hands.
Covered areas felt noticeably duller in comparison.
I nodded awkwardly.
“I’m not gonna take everything off either. But you should remove a little too—it’ll help.”
I started to get convinced by her words.
I mean, since I was already here, I might as well make the most of it.
I pulled off my top and sat down.
It was time to start training in earnest.
I had things to do.
Then—
“Haein.”
“Yeah?”
I turned my head without thinking.
And in that moment—
I completely forgot to breathe.
Shhh.
As the fabric slipped down, part of her bare body was revealed.
Beneath the sacred robe that slid down her nape, the curve of her side quietly came into view.
Moonlight passed through the stained glass and gently spread along her shoulder and hip.
What she wore beneath the robe was unexpected.
Rather than something holy, it was a functional outfit optimized for absorbing divine energy.
It covered precisely what needed to be covered, while exposing the maximum surface area of skin.
In a way, it was the most efficient clothing one could wear inside the Sanctuary.
The contrast between the sacred space and her appearance somehow blended in a strange harmony.
She looked at me quietly.
At the corner of her lips, there was the familiar hint of mischief—and something else I couldn’t place.
“How do I look? Am I pretty?”
My face burned.
I felt like I had to say something, but I couldn’t find anywhere to look.
In the end, I could only slowly nod my head.
“…Yeah.”
No matter how I looked at it, focusing on training today…
didn’t seem like it was going to be easy.
