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The smell of baking bread was sweet.

The finished pound cake was of quite good quality.

The taste was also pretty good.

Time passed like that.

Seed didn’t kill Irusia until the end of the day.

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I could only sigh.

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“What should I do now?”

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Seed muttered while lying on his bed in his room.

If you are wondering what to do, just think about a specific method.

But in my head, the only thought was, ‘What should I do?’

So, in reality, I’m not thinking about anything.

I didn’t have a single bit of detailed thought about how to get the murder weapon or how to find an opportunity.

Even though Seed himself didn’t know it, he unconsciously felt a sense of resistance to thinking like that.

I remember your bright smile.

My heart kept pounding loudly.

Maybe I… .

No. I’m just angry. I’m just mad because I see that face of the Demon King who slaughtered countless people.

Let’s say that.

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And the Master’s voice. What was it?

This is even more so, no matter how much I think about it, I can’t find an answer.

‘Sword’ doesn’t keep appearing.

“Haa… Seriously. I’m going crazy.”

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But what needs to be done must be done.

The night passed by, deceiving myself, thinking, “What should I do, what should I do?”

The sweetness of the pound cake lingered in my mouth.

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At the same time, in the same night.

Irusia was also lying on the bed, lost in thought.

Today in particular, I felt like I hated myself.

Random thoughts continued. Surrounding himself, countless faceless people were throwing stones.

But I know. It’s all me. It’s a manifestation of self-loathing.

Every time a rock flew at me, I almost rationalized it by blaming it on the environment, the situation, human nature, or some other number of things.

Every time, I recall today’s events, the conversation we had today, Sid’s dark expression, his bloody clothes, the taste of pound cake.

I felt like vomiting.

But I couldn’t really vomit.

I couldn’t even prove to myself that I was suffering this much.

For similar reasons, I didn’t shed any tears. No, I held them back.

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Sweetness on the lips.

Another night was passing by.

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***

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The next day, Rhett didn’t show up for school.

Maybe he ran away because he was scared, thought Sid.

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Irusia was surrounded by other children as usual.

We chatted and chatted brightly.

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Seed was asking himself.

What do you want to do? What should I do?

The truth is, I didn’t want to do anything.

I didn’t feel like doing anything. I felt extremely lethargic.

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Are you hesitating now?

In the future, the faces of the dead people pass by Irusia one by one.

I bit my lip until it bled.

The bloody taste is definitely there.

I find myself feeling a little bit more comfortable with the familiar taste.

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schooltime.

“The tactical evaluation meeting will be held in a month. Do you know that?”

Everyone was in an uproar over this.

The tactical evaluation meeting was basically a school test, but on a very large scale.

A show, a grand competition between students of all grades held in a public place using a stadium.

Anywhere that needed excellent talent, such as the Knights Templar, the Mercenary Corps, the Tower of Magic, etc., was paying attention to this grand event.

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Just having a diploma from an academy doesn’t necessarily guarantee success.

Students wanted to do well in the tactical assessment, or at least make an impression, even if they did poorly.

First year. Still very immature and not much I can do.

The students’ eyes sparkled.

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This didn’t matter to Seed either.

No matter what, I was planning on becoming a murderer from now on.

The future, career path, and everything else were all good.

And actually, I’ve already seen it once, and man… it wasn’t very good.

But still, the world will change.

If I could kill the child who would become the Demon King.

To save the world, you must kill your childhood friend.

With a sense of mission weighing on his shoulders, Seed began to force himself to think.

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First of all, we need a weapon.

If it were an ordinary weapon that couldn’t be stored in the visual space, a longsword would be too conspicuous.

In the first place, I can’t handle it well with my current body.

Yesterday too, I moved around without thinking with my weak body and it was too much. Even though I only swung a book.

At that time, was I this weak?

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hmm?

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In the desk drawer that was always empty, something whitish appeared.

The small piece of paper had instructions on where to be and by what time after class that day.

Even though it was 10 years ago, isn’t this method too old-fashioned?

You can just ignore this. What are you going to do?

So, Sid glanced at the paper, crumpled it up, and threw it away. He didn’t even remember the contents properly.

Although he seemed careful, in some ways he was a bit simple-minded.

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Continuing with the thoughts I was having earlier.

What kind of weapon would be good? If I were to prepare one, I think a dagger would be good.

After class today, let’s go to the training ground.

The training grounds are equipped with a variety of weapons for physical training using weapons.

Of course, it’s for training purposes so it doesn’t have any lethal power. If you beat someone up all day, they’ll die.

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But there are ways.

If you grind it with a student ID card made by mixing hard magic stones and sharpening it, it will become sharp enough.

If you don’t know, it’s because back in the Academy days before the regression, there was a guy who bought this.

But Seed’s plan soon fell apart again.

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***

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What is commonly called ‘ability’ in this world can be broadly divided into four categories.

Aura is the ability to sense and manipulate the body’s activity, energy, and vitality as a living being within nature and one’s own body.

Magic that explores and elucidates the principles of mana that make up the world, and moves them to bring about change in the world.

Divine power that comes from serving the gods, receiving their favor, and being granted a portion of their power.

And lastly, the miracle, an unknown power whose principle is unknown, an ability unique to each individual.

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The Imperial National Academy Sarasa’s training grounds offer a variety of facilities to suit students who use a variety of powers.

Among them, Sid was walking towards the training room for purely martial arts that did not fall into any of the four categories.

I felt a little nostalgic on the way there.

I used to practice swordsmanship alone here all the time.

For example, if you have an Aura, there is no need to train in pure swordsmanship separately because the swordsmanship and tactics using the Aura are very different.

Is it really the case that a person with four arms would practice fighting with two arms?

The other abilities are the same. No one comes here except Seed.

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As Seed entered the training room, several other students around him looked at him with questioning eyes.

Why? I remember coming here almost every day, so I got used to it and no one paid any attention.

I held up my student ID to the device in front of the door.

The type of training room you could enter was also limited based on your ability classification.

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As soon as Seed entered the training room, he realized that his plan was ruined.

A variety of weapons prepared for training, including longswords, spears, swords, and greatswords. Of course, there are also daggers.

But I knew it the moment I saw it.

Each and every one of them was carefully enchanted.

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“Ah, as expected… .”

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The dagger he held in his hand for testing had faint, unintelligible formulas engraved on it.

As I got closer to the training room door, a faint blue glow began to appear on the formula.

This is some sort of anti-theft magic.

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Now that I think about it, the guy who caused this accident was a guy who used magic, right? He was pretty good at it.

I guess it was done by somehow bypassing the anti-theft magic. I didn’t know that.

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I’ve been here a few times, and when I tried to train with a pure heart, I had no idea what I was getting into, but now that I’m trying to steal, I know right away.

I burst out laughing.

Of course, there may also be a difference in experience of 10 years.

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It’s hot, it’s hot.

Still, Sid decided to move his body a little while he was there.

I still wasn’t used to this body, as if it were someone else’s.

Because plans keep going wrong, things might take longer than expected.

It wouldn’t be a bad idea to take this opportunity to move your body a little.

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A practice dagger that is much lighter than an actual iron weapon, but still has a decent amount of weight to it.

Since I’ve been using a broken sword for a long time, I feel more comfortable with a dagger than a longsword.

There is a saying that a craftsman is not picky about his tools, but in fact, a craftsman is the one who is most picky about his tools.

Although he had some experience using daggers, Seed thought he needed to get a little more used to it.

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***

“Hoo… .”

Wipe off the sweat.

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It felt good, honestly, Cody thinks.

‘Like dancing’.

During those days, the movements and sophisticated techniques learned through hard work at this training ground were easily displayed at your fingertips.

Of course, it was quite difficult to move around for fun because my body didn’t support me.

Even in this situation, swordsmanship was still enjoyable.

It’s the last pleasure before committing murder.

It’s like a death row inmate’s last meal.

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Still, Sid comes out of the training room with a proud expression on his face.

But something was strange.

Isn’t it getting more attention than before?

As he walked inside the building, students stared at him from every direction.

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The reason became clear quickly.

I saw one person standing in front.

Jewel-like blue eyes glared at Seed with a fierce gaze.

It was Lett.

Yeah. Because I come here every day. He always waits in front of here and drags me away after training.

Actually, now that I think about it, I wonder why I just waited for that. What the hell is he doing?

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“Follow me.”

“Why me?”

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I answered with a shameless expression, but I felt a little embarrassed.

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“Did you see the paper I left behind…? And you ignored it!”

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A voice full of anger, as if chewing and spitting out every word.

A very angry and frowning face.

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“Oh, by any chance, you were looking for her while wondering where she went?”

“Keukk… . I just heard that you went to the training ground without answering. I didn’t just go looking for you! ”

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Lett’s face became even more distorted.

But, huh? You probably didn’t go to the training ground for just one or two days.

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“Okay, let’s say that. What’s the matter? I’m busy.”

“Follow me…he said.”

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Slowly, an invisible energy flowed out from Lett’s body.

In the current situation, it is difficult to fight empty-handed.

Still, provoking him was the right choice. If he gets angry and loses his senses, he’ll somehow find an opening.

It might be a good idea to run away when you get the chance.

Because now that I have nothing in my hands, I am truly at my weakest.

Seed’s two eyes looked at Lett carefully.

And then, shock.

“Sleep, no, you???”

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Not something like Mana or Aura.

The energy flowing out of Lett began to change strangely.