episode_0030

The night road.

Executioner Mena Ruina stands before the two people who are fleeing from the city.

“Hey you two, wanna stop for a moment?”

Seed couldn’t help but be extremely nervous.

Why is that person here? Why is he standing here, blocking the path of the two people? It may be because the church has already decided to eliminate the two people.

“Right, right. Okay… .”

A halo of light gathers on both of Mena’s hands. It looks like dozens of fireflies are flying around. Her face is clearly visible in the light.

And then he slowly walks towards the two people.

“Ha.”

But, being nervous is a mental thing, and it’s not like your whole body is tense and your muscles are stiff.

At all times, each muscle had to move as desired. If I lost the flexibility of my joints and muscles even for a moment, I would be cut to pieces and die. I spent over a hundred years learning the sword.

A silver sword appeared at his fingertips, reflecting light here and there and dancing on his fingertips. He absentmindedly swung the sword around like a circus performer and looked straight into Mena’s eyes.

To read numbers through eyes. The number battles of the Somnium swordsmanship always started from the eyes. It is now easier to understand the movements of the arms, legs, and even the tips of the toes by looking at the eyes.

Maybe I wanted to see the sincerity fleeting in the teacher’s eyes.

How are you going to move?

A halo of light in your hand. You can extend a chain of light from it, pierce it with a spear of light, or shoot an arrow from it.

It is possible that the light may be emitted as is without changing its form, and the light on the hand may be a trick and the real thing may be the foot.

What will you move first? How far can you bounce with your current body and aura?

And the first one to move was Irusia.

It strikes at a terrifying speed, cutting through the night wind.

“You probably thought I was still a devil.”

He holds onto the hand that is sensitive to light. However, Irusia’s hand does not burn with divine power. It is now a completely human body.

“I threw away all the magic. And… ”

Magic power gathered in the empty opposite hand.

“I just scraped together what was left, so I got 5 classes?”

The enormous magical power that was briefly in his hands during the coronation, enough to make the entire city tremble, was clearly all used up for the coronation. So, when he says that there was anything left, that’s not what he’s talking about.

Recycling of magic power.

After casting a certain amount of magic, a small amount of magical power floats around in the aftermath. Collecting it and replenishing the lost mana is an essential technique that most high-level magicians are familiar with.

But that’s literally just a minor recycling, reusing only some of the magic power used to use one spell.

Pilgrimage Hall.

If we assume that the ranks are determined according to the regular magic system, then there must be 10 classes outside the standard.

So, even just a little bit of residue spread in the air was enough to spread throughout the body, seep into every nook and cranny of the body, and take deep root.

To the extent that it forcibly breaks down the 5-class wall that an ordinary wizard would never be able to overcome in their entire life.

Boom!

5th class magic Dark Flame. However, the strength of the explosion exceeded that of 6th class magic.

The extreme wisdom that remained in his head had not disappeared at all. Compared to ordinary magicians, the magic was structured to be several times more efficient, but he forcibly amplified it by increasing the amount of calculations to the point of inefficiency.

For a moment, the two figures are seen clearly in the fierce, burning black flames (it’s strange that something black can shine), but then they are covered in acrid dust. Darkness again.

In that short time, Seed was able to check Mena’s expression without missing a beat. He could read it with just a quick glance.

Embarrassment, shock, a sense of crisis, a step back with the left foot as the pivot, a desperate attempt at defense, and…

“… No hostile intent?”

The dust settles.

“Huh? What?”

The protective shield that Mena had reflexively deployed was in tatters.

“Ahahaha… Did you hate the teacher that much?”

Mena with an awkward smile.

“I was so surprised that I blocked it, but huh… If that makes you feel better, I won’t block you this time, so you can do it again. The teacher will accept it. ”

With eyes filled with resignation and a hollow smile, he spread his arms wide open defenselessly.

“Do you think you can’t do it?”

Irusia gathered the pitch-black flames in her hands once more. Her red eyes were sharply and coldly staring at Mena.

“… Stop for a second, please!”

***

Let’s talk for now.

a little!

“… Ah. I thought so. That’s only natural.”

It is said that Mena had no intention of fighting at all. She was not pursuing him on orders from the sect, nor was she there to eliminate Irushia, who had shown demonic powers.

And he said that gathering divine power in both hands was just because it was dark. It felt like turning on a lamp.

“But then what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing much, but first of all… . I want to say I’m sorry. For many reasons.”

Sorry. In what sense? That’s what Sid thought.

“The more I think about it, from the day you met the devil in the back alley, until this happened to you.”

Did you notice Seed’s thoughts?

“Couldn’t I have stopped it? When I think about it like that, what did I do? How much did you guys get hurt? It all seems like it’s my fault… right?”

What is that, you ask?

“I was thinking about that, and when I came to my senses, I was secretly chasing you guys.”

“That’s… ”

Ah. She blurted it out like that.

“That day. I thought he was just an ordinary teacher, but he turned out to be a demon hunter. You guys thought so, right?”

Smile.

Mena closed her eyes with a bright, yet sad smile.

“This is the opposite. I thought I was a demon hunter, but I was actually an ordinary teacher?”

As the executor of the sect, it was natural that I had to deal with the two. That was the condition from the beginning. Normally, quietly, living a normal school life on the outside, while cooperating in the devil hunt behind the scenes.

But then a big incident happened involving the two of them, and they tried to escape. Whatever their intentions, whatever the circumstances, they had to be eliminated.

That’s the principle. Because of that sharp principle, demon hunters have been able to hide their existence and operate under the surface until now.

But can a teacher kill his own student?

“No.”

It felt a little different from the warm heart represented by affection. It’s not that I’m weak-hearted and can be swayed.

As a teacher, I thought it was something I shouldn’t do.

Rather than the sense of duty as an executor who punishes demons, the sense of duty of the identity of a teacher chosen for camouflage has grown. He has forgotten his mission. He is disqualified as an executor.

So even more so.

“Okay, so here’s the main point. I’ll take responsibility for everything.”

If you are a teacher.

“So, one, you two, go back to the dormitory quickly. Two, when the sun rises, go to school properly. Got it?”

Of course, the biggest responsibility is to ensure that children can attend classes normally, without any problems.

“I came to say that~. Yes~.”

A teacher with a dazzlingly bright smile.

Well, when I say dazzling here, I’m not talking metaphorically. It was a really brilliant teacher who was directing with his face full of sparkling light created by divine power.

***

In any case, I had to get stronger. Moreover, time was running out. There were still about three years until Noctilla’s coronation, but that was only a rough estimate.

And in order to become a strong person who can operate smoothly in the Demon World, three years is usually not enough.

Even the hell of the Demon World. Let alone fighting countless demons, just for two people to breathe in the Demon World required at least 7th class level of aura and magic power.

Irushia’s magical power was 5th class. Cid’s aura was even lower, at around 3rd class. So it was true that he didn’t have time to take classes at the academy.

but.

‘It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just trust me, teacher, and focus on your precious time at the Academy, which you only have once.’

Seed and Irusia. A wandering swordsman from an orphanage and the Demon King that everyone tried to kill.

In fact, school life is something that both of them have already experienced once. For the two people who had never been welcomed by anyone in their entire lives, the kindness of the teacher was so unfamiliar and precious.

I don’t have time to go to the academy, but I think my teacher will be sad if I don’t get at least one diploma.

So the conclusion they both came to was.

“… Hee, eek!”

“Okay, I got 300th place.”

The Academy’s ranking system.

As soon as the morning dawned, the two of them went to school and started challenging each of the thousand or so students above them to duels, one by one, and worked their way up the rankings.

-Well, if you beat up all these guys and say, “There’s nothing more to learn!”, they’ll let you graduate early or something.

That was roughly the idea.

“Ah, who are those kids who bullied you?”

“Huh? Actually, almost everyone except you… Hey, wait, stop! Stop it! Don’t use that dark flame or something!!”

Black flames gathered in both hands. Considering that the Academy students are usually of the 3rd class level, although there are differences, it was excessive firepower.

“Why? I’ll bake it all now.”

Sid screaming almost in a fit.

“The name itself is so embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!”

“… Oh, is that you?”

“What, you’ll eventually have a dragon coming out of your left arm!! Are you some kind of hidden dark lord or something?”

“Oh, if you go up to class 8, you can really summon the Black Flame Dragon? And he was the Demon King.”

“… Really?”

“What the heck, you idiot.”

So, the Imperial National Academy was in an uproar due to the two people’s fighting and magic fighting(?), which was also a petty revenge.