Killing is the answer – Epilogue

Killing is the answer – Epilogue

Finding the purification flower wasn’t that difficult.

As I scattered mana around, purification flowers responded by shaking their bodies here and there.

Among the purification flowers I found, I picked two of the best-looking ones and handed one to Rumi.

“Take it.”

There was no special reason, but I gave it to her with the intention of making her pass the test properly, preventing the Heaven God Cult from using any tricks.

However, Rumi seemed to interpret it differently, carefully accepting the purification flower and saying to me.

“Um, can I really have this?”

Seeing her receive it as if almost hugging it, I wondered why she valued it so much and continued speaking.

“That’s why I gave it to you.”

“… Hehehe.”

A foolish laugh.

Thinking that I couldn’t understand what was going on in her head, I turned around, but suddenly noticed one strange thing.

‘Why is she suddenly using formal speech?’

I clearly remember her using informal speech at first.

I glanced at Rumi, wondering if there had been some change in her attitude, but.

I sighed as I looked at Rumi, who was smiling brightly despite being beaten up.

‘It’s fine. It probably won’t be a big deal.’

Deciding to give up on thinking too deeply about it, as there were more important matters at hand, I turned my gaze away.

* * *

When we arrived at our destination, not only covered in mud but also bloodied, the test site was in quite an uproar.

There were various reasons, but the main one was that it was revealed that proper ‘supervision’ was not being carried out.

‘Well, it’s a problem created by the deep involvement of the Heaven God Cult.’

To the professors and staff who were unaware of this fact, it must have seemed like there was a major problem with the system itself.

‘Moreover, while Rumi might not matter, I, the youngest son of the Lercier Family, am also one of the victims.’

They must be anticipating and preparing for the considerable impact this will have.

As I calmly drank my beverage, watching the professors moving around in a fluster.

Rumi, who had been quietly observing from the side, spoke to me in a small voice.

“Are you… alright?”

Still using formal speech.

I nodded briefly in response, and she muttered ‘That’s a relief’ with a grin, seemingly pleased for some reason.

‘Isn’t she the one who got hurt the most?’

I couldn’t understand why she was worried about me.

As I stared at Rumi like she was some unidentifiable alien.

Delia, who had just arrived, looked at the two of us sitting there and said with confusion.

“Huh? Why are you both in such a state?”

She seemed to understand Rumi’s condition, but couldn’t comprehend why I was also covered in blood.

I looked at Delia, who was watching us as if we were a spectacle, and feeling annoyed for no reason, I smeared the blood on my hands onto her.

“Aaargh! What are you doing!”

The reaction was quite satisfactory.

Ignoring Delia who was freaking out in front of me, I decided to leisurely observe what kind of repercussions would come to the Academy.

* * *

As expected, starting with all kinds of personnel changes, a situation occurred where most of those involved in the incident took responsibility.

‘If it were an ordinary student, the problem wouldn’t have grown this big’

It would be right to assume that the principal, being mindful of the Lercier Family, had cleaned things up more thoroughly than in a normal situation.

‘If not, the responsibility would fall on him.’

For someone who’s merely on a contract, it would be better to quickly cut ties and make a good impression on the Lercier Family.

In a way, it could be seen as a rational decision.

While I was watching the newly recruited professors mixing with the professors who were fired this time, Delia approached me.

“Hey, you ranked first again this time.”

“I know.”

After scattering so much mana and discovering the best purification flower, there’s no way I wouldn’t be first.

I nodded without much enthusiasm, and Delia sat down on a nearby chair and spoke to me.

“So, I couldn’t ask at the time because it was so chaotic, but what exactly happened? What occurred that made Rumi get hurt like that and the professors get fired like this?”

At first, I thought about telling her the truth.

But not knowing if it was right to tell her, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut.

‘If I carelessly give information about the Heaven God Cult, things could get complicated in many ways.’

It was better to eliminate possible variables, so it would be better to just leave her in the dark like this.

Moreover, from Delia’s perspective, it would be better not to know unnecessary things that could put her in danger.

It seemed right to just not say anything.

I turned my gaze away, indicating that I didn’t want to answer.

Delia shrugged and didn’t ask any more questions.

She must have realized that I wouldn’t open my mouth even if she kept pestering me.

I thought I quite liked Delia’s reaction as I looked out the window.

I decided it was about time to throw Delia a carrot.

*

After that incident occurred, there was one more unexpected thing.

It was the fact that the modified formula I wrote in the test caused quite a stir.

From my perspective, it was just something I had hastily written down during the short allotted time.

But the magic society didn’t seem to take it that way, as they focused intensely on it.

They began writing all sorts of articles praising my formula.

[Has another future Grand Magician to succeed the next family head been born? 30% modified formula completed in just minutes during the theory test? What are the chances of the Lercier Family’s youngest son becoming a Grand Magician?]

[While the child of a prestigious family created a 30% modified formula, what were our children doing? What should wise parents do at this time?]

[Do the children of prestigious families only become more outstanding as time passes? How can my child catch up to the children of prestigious families?]

Articles not much different from internet articles.

Well, I thought that from their perspective, they need someone to look at to continue their lineage, so it can’t be helped.

I checked the most popular article first.

‘It seems to be mainly composed of more professional research results.’

When I asked Delia, she said that since this article came from the most credible institution.

Here’s the translated text:

The content written here is treated as officially certified, and I was told that all magicians would check it at least once.

While I was looking around with such thoughts, there was a story at the end that I couldn’t just pass by.

[As a side note, most of the magicians who verified this modification formula expressed their willingness to forcibly kidnap Deren Lercier and make him their graduate student, if only he wasn’t the youngest son of the Lercier family.]

Although making someone a graduate student is a joke, it doesn’t seem much different from human trafficking.

I thought that there are many strange people among magicians and said.

“First, I need to catch and punish the bastard who leaked this modification formula.”

“Uh… huh?”

“Regardless of the results, I don’t like the fact that they extracted information without my permission.”

“……”

At those words, Delia looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.

I ignored Delia’s gaze and stood up from my seat.

“Now, let’s help with the magic modification as promised. Come with the magic you want to modify at dawn.”

At my words, Delia opened her eyes wide in disbelief and asked me again.

“Uh… huh? What? Really?”

“You’re noisy.”

“Kyaaah!”

A sound that could be either a scream or a cheer echoed through the hallway.

Delia jumped up from her seat, cheering,

“I fucking love you! Woof woof!”

She said that and ran off somewhere.

Hearing those words, I decided to give her a smack when she returns, grinding my teeth.

People around me look surprised as they stare at me.

They gaze at me blankly for a moment, then hurriedly leave while starting to whisper.

“I guess it’s true that he said he wanted to make Delia his bitch last time.”

“But to do such a thing in a place like that…”

“I heard somewhere that geniuses usually have perverted tastes.”

A headache comes on, perhaps because I know that confronting them would only make me look worse.

I decide to transfer all this stress and anger to Delia as I quickly leave the place.

*

“There’s only one thing to keep in mind when modifying magic. What exactly do you want?”

I inwardly sigh as I look at Delia, who is nodding her head earnestly while holding her forehead because I flicked it hard.

Originally, I had planned to tease her for a day using this as an excuse, saying ‘I’ll think about it.’

But feeling that might cause her to cry and make a fuss, which would be more troublesome to deal with, I ended it with one sincere forehead flick.

Thinking that it feels like I’m babysitting a relative’s child, I slowly continued speaking.

“If you consider this point and modify the magic you want, the path will open up more easily than you think. For example, in the case of the Ice Sphere magic you brought…”

By the way, teaching Delia about magic modification was unexpectedly helpful for me too.

The reason being that the magic spells Delia brought were all filled with considerable potential.

Just by helping with the modifications, it became possible for me to learn and apply those spells.

As I realize the research achievements while helping with such magic modifications, I’m smiling inwardly.

Delia, who was diligently writing down the modification formula, suddenly seemed to remember something and brought up a topic.

“Oh, by the way, could you maybe come to our house later?”

“House?”

Suddenly, I asked back, puzzled by the unexpected invitation to come home.

Delia continues writing while talking to me.

“Oh, yeah. It’s nothing special, just my parents saying they want to see your face. I guess they’ve misunderstood that I’m dating you since they’ve seen me going out early every morning. Of course, you can ignore it if it’s bothersome.”

“……”

At those words, I frowned and flicked her forehead once more.