episode_0002
by fnovelpiaThe academy is a harsh place.
Because the world is a cruel place.
Because the academy is a place to go out into that kind of world.
So the atmosphere at the Imperial National Academy, Sarasa, was always cold.
The education is strict, and the teachers are somewhat unsympathetic.
All the students around me are my competitors.
If you are weak, you will be ignored, and if you are ignored, you will be trampled on.
Petty politics and collusion, discord and group violence among children.
In fact, now that I think about it, it seems like the entire academy was encouraging it.
Well, since it is a place to teach children, it is still incomparable to the outside society.
It was a dry place, thought Sid.
But if there is a place in this ‘Sarassa’ where you can find a little bit of warmth.
It must be around a child named Irusia.
Always be kind to others and help those in need.
Even when things are hard, you smile, and even when someone uses you, you try to trust them even more.
Someone you can still trust at the Academy.
A person who can share pure joy without pretense or show.
A person who can reveal their hardships without it becoming a weakness.
I said it grandly, but it just means that he is a kind and bright kid.
Naturally, other people gather around this kind of person.
That was Seed’s biggest problem right now.
***
The day begins like any other morning.
As always, students sit down and listen to the lesson.
Sunlight pours down through the window.
In the warm spring weather, the cold atmosphere of the academy seems to have softened a little.
It’s an ordinary spring day, nothing out of the ordinary.
Magic class.
A young female teacher with a tear stain draws complex formulas on the blackboard.
Tack, tack, the sound of chalk hitting the blackboard in a steady rhythm.
Sometimes, you can even light a firework with your fingertips.
As always, we continue with the class.
Everything is exactly as it was in my memory.
The time that I thought would never return was now placed in front of Seed.
The seed is all of this, the space, the atmosphere, the sound, even the humidity of the air.
Everything was so suffocating that I thought I was going crazy.
I just wanted to scream.
A girl who is called the Demon King in the world 10 years later.
They kill countless people in various ways, or turn them into grotesque monsters.
Or people who have become slimy, fleshy monsters and make others kill others, like their families.
Or torture without killing, or dance with small gestures because the screams are too sweet to bear.
Killing people who beg you to spare their lives happily, and forcibly saving people who beg you to kill them.
There is a girl who, by consistently and faithfully repeating the things she loves, eventually turned the world into a sea of blood and flesh.
We are in the same classroom.
It’s within sight. If you get up and walk a little, it’s within reach.
It feels like boiling oil is flowing through my blood vessels instead.
From the moment I met you, I couldn’t stand it.
The wave of joy that came with the enlightenment of the sword has all subsided.
Then, what was left on the floor was, as expected, endless hatred.
But more than that, a sense of mission.
If things continue like this, the world will be ruined again. And I am the only one who knows that fact.
I have to do it.
The child now has not done anything wrong, that is the voice of common sense and conscience.
But it would be better for that child to die now, to end things now before they degenerate.
The voice of such clammy rationalization is crushed.
My head was so full of such thoughts that I thought it would burst.
But I just couldn’t put it into practice.
There are dozens of students in the classroom.
They are not ordinary students, but students of the Imperial National Academy.
A handful of children gathered from all over the country.
In recognition of his talent for fighting.
These are guys who take classes to learn how to fight.
Although I still lack experience, I can still suppress third-rate mercenaries.
Break time.
A few of those children gathered together and surrounded Irusia’s seat.
It’s not an easy task.
I wish they’d all just turn off. Really.
But it gets more difficult once class starts.
A ‘teacher’ who teaches students and can subdue all the students in the class at the same time.
If the students are the best sprouts they have gathered and gathered, the teacher is already a finished fruit.
They were the finest, most desirable fruits the empire had ever produced.
Okay, okay.
Suddenly stood up from his seat during class, with dozens of students and a teacher watching.
Then you take out your sword, walk over to Irusia’s place, and swing it?
Of course, I couldn’t just sit back and watch.
There is no need to kill secretly.
I decided to take the blame.
I’m not afraid of punishment.
I don’t mind being labeled a murderer, because it’s true.
I will accept the death penalty with a smile.
But the reason was that multiple battles were difficult.
Even if it’s one-on-one, it’s not like a teacher can’t try.
Well, right now it’s not like that at all.
It is impossible to subdue a large number of students and teachers alone.
Besides, they are innocent people, so you can’t hurt them.
Slicking back her glossy brown hair.
The charming teacher with tear stains enters the classroom again.
Classes start again.
So, Sid was sitting at his desk, very nervous.
When on earth will class end?
As a result, time passed slowly while I was struggling with the same concerns as many students.
***
It’s not like I can understand why he’s taking magic classes now since he was born with a stupid mind.
The class content that I wasn’t understanding properly even before was not being understood even more.
Anxiety, nervousness, the urge to jump up and run at any moment.
I barely manage to clear my complicated mind and just wait for time to pass.
“… Seed, are you listening?”
The teacher’s voice.
When the student next to him tapped his shoulder, Sid finally came to his senses.
That alone seems like it’ll explode.
The mind is not properly controlled.
I almost scream, but I barely manage to answer.
“Uh, yes… yes! What was it?”
“I asked about the interference of this magic field. 20 pages down.”
There are no books.
Of course, because it’s expensive.
The teacher taps the blackboard.
It’s drawn exactly the same way on the blackboard, so I guess that means look at this.
But of course, there is no way that Seed can answer such questions.
This is a fact that both Seed himself, the teacher, and the students all know.
So this is a task to pick one and tease it out.
To make students laugh a little bit unless they are paying attention in class.
Then, just that alone will significantly increase the interest of other students… I think they think so.
“The phase difference that causes destructive interference in the forward direction for a given magic field… No, let me ask you something easy.”
That teacher is also quite an innocent person.
I scratch my head without answering, and the children laugh lightly.
But since they are children, they probably just know how to laugh together and get through it happily.
I think that after class, we’ll get along well if we tease each other or bicker.
That teacher was that kind of person. What was his name?
… How do you become a teacher here?
Now that I look back, I have new questions.
But in reality, something a little different happens.
It’s more like making a laughing stock of students who don’t pay attention in class or failing students.
“Okay, I’ll give you a look. Take a picture.”
Dozens of eyes looking at me.
But the students’ faces are not smiles mixed with playfulness.
It seems like he is looking at me with genuine pity.
These are the kind of looks that look down on you, as if you are a thorn in their side.
In fact, it’s not even funny; it’s just offensive.
Meanwhile, Seed’s eyes search for Irusia.
I’m not the only one looking this way.
Bow your head deeply.
Are you laughing at me slyly?
I had a feeling that it wasn’t just that.
Why is that?
It doesn’t matter.
“To cancel this magic field, where should I pour my mana? Here, A, or B.”
Two dots drawn on a blackboard.
The probability is 50%.
But right or wrong, it doesn’t matter now.
Because there are much more important things to do.
I guess this is good.
There’s no way I know the answer, so I guess it’s best to just answer appropriately.
but.
“… !”
My head hurts.
Not a dull, blunt headache, like being hit with a blunt object.
A sharp pain suddenly runs through me, as if a thin needle is piercing through just one point.
A glimpse of what I understood in the moment when I was struck by the great miracle that destroyed the world.
Forgetting is not the disappearance of memory, but rather the inability to access it.
The principles of magical power understood at your fingertips.
Numerous spells were warded off in the final fight.
Among them, I remember disintegrating the oncoming magic wave with just one sword.
It comes to mind.
I can’t give a theoretical explanation at all.
Still, I think I know the answer, somehow.
But is it really necessary to match it?
Even if you draw attention to something for no reason, there won’t be anyone laughing and saying, “Oh, I saw it again!”
Rather, if you do something a little different from usual, you never know how things might go wrong.
But even if you know it’s wrong and do it on purpose, if you somehow catch on by something like an expression, no.
No, damn it, in the first place, in the first place, this kind of thing doesn’t matter anyway. What’s the big deal about this?
The very thought of this is cumbersome.
That’s not what’s important!
My head feels like it’s hurting more and more.
I need to answer something quickly, but my mouth won’t open.
The body trembles slightly.
Was this classroom a traumatic space? To the point where it left a mark on my body.
‘What’s wrong? My head hurts because I’m thinking about something I’ve never thought about before.’
Someone sneered in a voice the teacher couldn’t hear.
it’s bothering.
It’s annoying.
Or scary.
‘Tell me, you little orphan. Huh? Are you speechless at the loss of your mother?’
‘Just answer anything quickly. What would I know if I thought about it?’
‘What is he doing? You idiot.’
Oh, I’m so pissed.
Guns, guns, guns, guns.
My head hurts.
“Seed. Answer me. Or I’m sorry for not paying attention in class, speaking confidently is also a way… ”
It’s noisy.
My head feels like it’s going to explode.
Oh, shit.
“Neither is correct. Both are correct.”
“Yes?”
He said it as if spitting it out.
And countless more frowning, glaring faces.
Irusia turned her head in surprise and looked this way.
A gentle smile mixed with surprise appeared.
Ah, since becoming the Demon King, this is the first time I’ve seen you smile so brightly.
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