Chapter 148: The Knight Hates Balls (3)

As if he was enlightened by the Gods, Lee Han suddenly understood everything. It was the Dream Demon in front of him who’d eat Blackie later in the future. Though he had no evidence whatsoever, he could just tell when he looked at her.

This is the sprout of villainess if I ever see one.

She had no conscience nor shame. The way she ended up creating another personality in order to survive showed her selfishness. There was also the way she confessed everything without a modicum of shame and hesitation. She was like a personification of the famous saying, once one climbed a mountain, one would eat it just because one had a lot of energy left.

Selfish, shameless, and an attitude that rationalized everything she did. It was definitely the attitude of a villainess who often appeared in rofan.

She only has the qualities at the moment, but if there comes the time when she just go fuck all and do whatever she wants to do…

Right now, she was just a little malicious at best, so whatever she did could be shrugged as a joke. However, if those malicious aspects were to mature in five years…

A beast will be born.

This wasn’t just a prediction, but something he had learned after he became an instructor to his students.

For example, Assistant Number 1.

He heard from the status window guy that Assistant Number 1 was a collaborator to the evil Mage Chick for her evil deeds. If he hadn’t disciplined the guy, he would’ve become a bad guy just like his counterpart in the original work.

In other words, the presence of an educator who was willing to scold their student for their bad behavior was a big turning point. This was why [love whip] was so necessary.

Of course, I don’t want to become like that teacher who refused to praise me and just kept on beating me just because I’m an orphan.

When a student you taught went astray and went down a bad path, or when they became more brazen, that was when a teacher should use their love whip. Love whip wasn’t something a teacher should use without reason, that would just be abuse.

At the same time, it was also a symbol that was used to show off their authority.

So Lee Han felt a sense of mission as an educator(?).

People are humans, not beasts.

This was the only chance he had to turn the worthless thing in front of him into a human.

To reform someone, one must start doing it when they were still young. Hard-headed adults could never be reformed.

That was a lesson he learned in life.

“You said your name is Judia, right?”

“…Yes.”

“From today onwards, you are a transfer student in the Academy.”

“Yes?”

“Also, from today, your status as an intern is over. But, your education will continue until I say it’s over.”

“…Yes?”

“If you understand, why do you keep saying ‘Yes? yes?’ like that? You only have to answer once, got it?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Haaa… It seems I have a lot to teach you.”

“???”

Judia still didn’t understand what’s happening. But unbeknownst to her, she became the first intern to receive a [number retirement].

And thus, marked the beginning of a nightmare that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Exactly in the afternoon, when lunchtime was approaching, Judia, or rather ‘Pierre’ opened her eyes.

Then she…

“Why didn’t you kill it?”

“?”

“That beast was rude to you. You should have killed it.”

“You… So you do have some shame, huh?”

“!!”

Pierre’s personality was basically that of a callous man. Blunt, barely showing any emotion, and cold. It was completely different from Judia, who was shameless and completely honest about her feelings. Though they were split personalities, seeing how they were so different, it only drove it home that the Dream Demon was a special species.

“You hate your ‘darkness’ that much, huh?”

“I do. More than you think.”

“I see. So that’s why you were so ready to kill yourself the moment you got a reason to.”

“…”

“Enough about that. I have a question. Is that darkness awake right now?”

“No. The Dream Demon is a nocturnal race, just like the Vampires. They sleep most of the day, and if I don’t lose consciousness, nothing will happen.”

“So it’s asleep right now?”

“Yes. However, since we share memories, the beast will know everything we talk about.”

“I see. So that’s why you seem so embarrassed. All the secrets you had kept hidden have been revealed.”

“…”

Now that I think about it, this is the first time this girl has talked so much.

Pierre talked so much that he suddenly had that thought.

That meant she was excited.

Well, that makes sense.

After hearing about her origin, it was clear that Pierre was born to be tortured and in Judia’s place. Which meant, she had been suffering from the moment she was born, so it was only natural that she grew to be like this.

Her hatred must’ve turned solid like a lump of tar.

Lee Han couldn’t help but pity her a little.

But that was it.

“Anyway, how do you use Divine Power in the first place? I thought most Mystic Race can’t use that?”

That was what Lee Han had been wandering about. ‘How could two Mystics ‘coexist’ within a single person?’. This was the first time he had ever seen such a case.

“Because I can’t use the power of the Dream Demon.”

He didn’t expect that she’d give him the answer so easily like this, yet for some reason she just told him the truth.

It could be because she accepted her situation, or it could be that she was grateful to him for beating up her darkness.

“On the other hand, that beast can’t use Divine Power. It’s the grace and mercy of the Light. It proves that I and that beast are separate people.”

“Hmm.”

…Or it could be that she was just bragging.

Over the fact that she was a completely different entity from the beast.

…If that’s the case, what a childish— No, actually, I can see why she feels that way.

Trying to ignore her bragging, while just following her story, Lee Han finally understood why this cold girl decided to become a priest and joined the Heretic Inquisition—a group of fanatics that only followed the will of their God.

Because Divine Power is her means to prove that she isn’t a Dream Demon, but a separate entity.

As much as she denied and hated the Dream Demon, she also constantly struggled to let others know that she was faithful to her God.

Lee Han could feel her tenacity from that.

She had a complicated set of values, but he could understand it.

Nevertheless…

“So you’ll do anything just to prove that—even dirty things. Which means, for the sake of staying in the temple no matter what, you’re more than ready to betray even your benefactor.”

“…”

The girl in front of him would do anything to remain in the temple. Even if she was just a created personality, she still thought that she could be saved as long as she was in the temple.

And this was why Lee Han found her unlikeable.

“It was Raphael who saved you, right?”

“Yes, the cardinal. I’m really grateful for him, as he was the one who brought me to the temple.”

“Yet you ignored your benefactor’s words and attacked me like a fool? Thank you, now I can’t even feel regret for beating you up even if I wanted to.”

“I won’t make any excuses.”

What a joke of a reply.

“It’s not that you won’t, you just have nothing to say. But I’ll give you a piece of advice. I don’t care if you commit suicide, become a fanatic, or betray Raphael. Because in my eyes, you and that thing you called a beast are the same kind of fuckers. Shameless fuckers.”

“-!”

Finally, her expression cracked. Saying that the Dream Demon and her were the same must have been an extremely unpleasant insult to her.

However, it was true that from the eyes of a third-party, the two of them were the same; both were horrible people.

After all, they both had the mindset of a criminal.

One is a sprout of villainess without conscience, while the other is a black-haired, no, a red-haired beast.

At this point, Lee Han felt sorry for the old priest.

Why did he even accept this double-faced fucker who didn’t know how to be grateful?

“What? Are you angry that I’m treating you the same way as the beast?”

“…”

“Good. I want to you to be angry, you fuck. Hey, Traitor who doesn’t know gratitude. I have a question for you.”

“…Is that how I’m called now?”

“Don’t interrupt me. That group who kidnapped you and other Mystic Races, do you know what they are up to now? I’m a little interested in them.”

“…”

Lee Han couldn’t care less how the girl would live in the future. If she did something wrong while he was around, he could just beat her up.

However, if she got into trouble after becoming independent, then…

Instead of a whip, I’ll use the sword.

He wouldn’t hesitate to send her to the afterlife.

In any case, he was more interested in the guys who kidnapped the Mystic Races than her.

“…I don’t know much about them. It happened 10 years ago, and I was very young at the time.”

“Try to remember it. The faces or features of the guys who experimented on you, or the structure of the facility, or whatever.”

“…Is that something you’d normally ask a victim?”

“I don’t normally do this to other guys. But you are a heretic inquisitor. A part of the group that torture people for a living, so who the fuck cares.”

“We inquisitors are those who punish heretics, not a group of lunatics.”

Pierre tried to defend her organization, seemingly trying to correct his ‘misunderstanding’ of their group, but…

“Lunatics will never realize that they’re lunatics.”

“…”

“Tell me what you remember. Quickly.”

“…Now that I take a closer look at you, you’re suited to be an inquisitor more than a knight.”

“I’m weak-hearted, so I can’t become someone like you.”

“…”

For the first time in her life, Pierre felt ‘sadness’.

Don’t remember my ass.

Though she said she didn’t remember much, she gave more information than he expected.

Lee Han didn’t know whether it was because she was born with a good mind, or if it was just a characteristic of a Dream Demon, but her memory was quite good. Otherwise, it would be pretty shocking for someone to remember memories from 10 years ago so vividly.

Haaa… There’s a magic freak involved this time too…

Illegal mages. They were a group of people that Lee Han detested with all his being. They were also a group of people that he’d use their blood to paint the wall with without hesitation.

The moment he confirmed that the ones who kidnapped and experimented on Mystic Races were that kind of people, Lee Han immediately started to rack his brain faster than usual, processing the information Pierre had given him.

Raphael raided the illegal mage’s facility, but only Redhead survived while the rest died. The illegal mage ran away…

One important detail here was the fact that the magic freak ran away, so there was a very high chance that he was still alive. After all, magic freaks were tenacious like cockroaches.

So this is what he looks like?

Based on the information the Traitor provided, he got to draw the fucker’s ‘montage’. It was crude, but it still contained all of his characteristics.

Since this was his only lead, one would wonder what he could do with it, but…

Creak-!

This much was enough for him, he could do a lot of things just with this. He opened the wardrobe in his room.

There were hardly any clothes inside, but those weren’t what he was looking for, but rather…

Rustle-!

These huge piles of paper.

“…It’s been a while.”

When was the last time I looked through these? I haven’t been looking at them since I became an instructor…

The papers consisted of mostly ‘newspaper articles’ including ‘wanted notices’, and most of them were related to people like [illegal mage] and [slave trader].

All this information was collected by him, but some of it was now useless because…

“Ah, this guy’s already dead… These guys too… Ah, this guy, right, I threw him into a goblin cave. This guy… How did I kill this guy again?”

About 1/3 of the contents of the newspapers and wanted notices were useless because of his own doing. Since there were a lot of things he needed to throw away because of that, he had no choice but to look through all these papers while sorting them.

Perhaps this was his punishment for being lazy.

Rustle-! Rustle-!

Nevertheless, he still earnestly looked through the materials. After concentrating on those papers for over an hour, finally, he…

“This is the one.”

Stopped his gaze on a 15 years old wanted poster. It was a wanted poster for an illegal mage who was said to have been sentenced to death, so it was pretty much irrelevant, but Lee Han simply didn’t believe that the fuckers had died just like that. Seeing is believing, he wouldn’t believe a magic freak had died unless he had seen their corpses.

After all, magic freaks were like cockroaches that would somehow come back to life after they got killed.

So…

“Assistant!”

He decided to go and find the fucker.

“D-Did you call me?”

“Go to the Guild Union right now and tell a guy called Simon to find this guy.”

“…Huh? S-Simon? A-Are you talking about the Guild Union’s leader??”

“What about it?”

“I’m going crazy.”

“What’s the problem?”

“…How can someone like me ask for information from the guild leader himself?!”

“Because I told you to.”

“Why don’t you go there yourself then?!”

“Because I’m busy. Fine, if you don’t want to go there, you can go to other places instead.”

“Y-You should’ve told me that earlier…”

“Which one do you want to go to? Galahad or Pendragon?”

“…”

“Pick one, quickly!”

“…Fuck it! I’m going to the Guild Union!!”

“Hey, watch your mouth.”

Lee Han sternly scolded Assistant Number 1, who was becoming increasingly foul mouthed lately.

This guy…

He became more and more like a delinquent by the day.

They were right, character education is hard.

Lee Han clicked his tongue at his incompetent assistant.