episode_0012

Even if you say you’re going to find out something from student relations.

It may be possible for Irushia, who is loved by everyone, but it is impossible for Cid, who is always ignored.

Even our proud academy teacher, Mena Ruina, is aware of that.

Don’t you know?

No, no, that’s not true. So this is just an excuse. I wish you could have a normal, normal school life.

But I can’t just say something straightforward like, ‘You can’t do anything, and it’s pitiful that your life has gotten messed up at such a young age, so just ignore it and enjoy your youth as you normally do.’

Rather, if you install it more and it causes an accident, it will happen. That’s why I gave you a mission that has no meaning or specificity.

But what Mena doesn’t know is that Sid is a hairy old man who returned from 10 years in the future.

My life has already been ruined once.

And I had no intention of staying still. If I wanted to protect Irusia, I had to move.

Actually, I had similar thoughts as the teacher.

I wish Irusia could just live quietly, normally, and happily.

A magic class as usual.

I still get a headache when I look at the diagram. I feel like I can understand it instinctively.

But since magic is a discipline that operates on both intuition and cool reason, it wasn’t of much help.

In addition, Seed’s body was innately unable to handle magical powers. Most normal people were like that.

So it was meaningless and just gave me a headache. It was annoying.

If only I could pour magic power into the sword.

Even if Irusia were to breathe magic into the sword, it would be useless. No matter how much magic there is, there is a limit to how much an object can hold, and it would quickly dissipate.

Instead, it is needed continuously, in very small amounts.

Ah, what if I keep fighting while holding hands with Irusia?

What are you thinking, that makes it hard to move properly?

My head was spinning.

“Teacher, can I go to the infirmary?”

“Ah, Seed Student. What else is wrong? You’ve always been weak… .”

“My head hurts a little.”

“Yes, go and get some rest.”

It’s true that I have a headache, and on top of that, I had that same experience yesterday. As Professor Mena, I can’t say anything.

He asked calmly where it hurt, but he couldn’t hide the look of worry on his face.

Actually, I had no intention of going to the infirmary, but I felt a little bad about lying to them.

I got up from my seat. The gazes were fixed on me.

The guy who should have been working the hardest, the last one, suddenly skipped class, saying he had a headache.

Did it look pathetic?

I need to turn this gaze and the atmosphere around.

“Tsk. You idiot, you have nothing on your mind, but you still get sick… .”

“Over there.”

“Huh, huh?”

Did you never think that I would react?

Could it be that you didn’t even think about the obvious, that the other person is also a human and that they would naturally hear what you were saying?

“I didn’t hear you properly. Say it again. Look into my eyes.”

“Uh, uh… .”

“If you can’t do it, don’t say it like that, kid. My head really hurts.”

I don’t even remember hearing his voice properly. He always had his head down, so I’ve never seen his face properly.

In Seed’s tired eyes, there was a dark, murky, dusty, suffocating, bottomless depth.

“Yeah, sorry… .”

A meek reaction. It’s so absurd that it’s almost ridiculous on Seed’s part.

Such an easy task.

I thought that the reason I was like this in the past was not because I was incompetent, but because I was timid, not confident, and couldn’t say anything.

Why were the dozens of eyes surrounding me so scary back then?

I’ve fought demons with a thousand eyes, so I’m okay now.

It’s the devil.

… all demons were once ordinary girls, La. I don’t believe everything the demons say, though.

If that’s the case, then defeating all the demons in the world isn’t the answer either.

It becomes a matter of repeating the ending we wanted to change with our own hands.

As I grew stronger, I had to find another way.

This time, as part of that effort, Seed began to walk leisurely towards a different place than the infirmary.

***

The classroom is still in the midst of a magic lesson.

Unusually, Irusia also had a huge headache today.

However, it was a metaphorical expression, in contrast to Sid, who really had a pain in his head.

‘Hey, hey, you know. This is easy to calculate by doing a colant transform based on the gamma point and then substituting it!’

The reason is because of the strange voice that is quietly heard in my head.

Suddenly, I wondered what this was, but when I did the calculations as the voice said, even difficult problems were solved smoothly.

‘How is it, right? Hoohoo~.’

Moreover, the voice I hear strangely resembles my own, which makes it even more annoying and bothersome.

In fact, even that is because of the subtle difference in how he hears his own voice. If someone else could hear it, they would probably say it was exactly the same.

“Now, this problem regarding the hafcidine derivatives due to the micellization phenomenon of high-concentration manna has been a difficult problem that has been bothering many scholars for decades and has not been solved yet… ”

‘Even though it’s difficult, is this level of problem? Take the inverse function and organize it, then use the Lorien-Ernst theorem, and, oh, that hasn’t come out yet? Then it’s going to be hard. Then, even if the calculations get so dirty that you wonder if this isn’t it, the correct answer is to first expand the equation to the end…!’

Irusia is so confused that her eyes feel dizzy, but she doesn’t care and just keeps chattering away. What on earth is the identity of this voice?

Could this be the voice of the devil sleeping inside Irusia?

That’s what I thought.

But then why, instead of saying things like ‘Kill the humans!’ and ‘Give me blood!’, are they so focused on solving the difficult problems of the magic world?

‘Mutter, mutter… So, by substituting the triple root from this side, in the form of a power series… That’s it! This way, the complicated equation finally becomes a little simpler! Hehe.’

I tried talking to myself.

‘Who are you?’

‘And this on a flat surface… Huh? Me?’

‘Yeah, who the hell are you?’

‘Well? Curious? Isn’t this problem more interesting?’

Is it fun?

In fact, honestly, it is strange even when I think about it, but it is interesting. More than the problem itself, the methodology for solving it is especially. I feel a sense of familiarity in the basis of the way of thinking. And yet, it is a very sophisticated logic that I cannot think of.

‘For now, should we go with the unidentified assistant?’

An assistant.

All I’ve done so far is solve magic problems for fun.

The knowledge that ‘Voice’ conveys is certainly surprising and much more valuable than you might think.

But that wasn’t what Irusia needed right now.

Even if you accumulate a lot of knowledge, if you do not have the intuition to understand it with your senses, you may become a great magician, but it will be difficult to become a skilled magician who can use high-level magic.

Right now, he needed the strength to protect himself. Not to cause trouble to Sid. That was all he desperately needed.

That is, I don’t know what the identity is, and I don’t know if it will be of any help yet.

‘Are you the devil?’

‘In a way, aren’t you also a devil?’

‘Ugh… .’

‘Haha, sorry. I was just joking~. So. Don’t make such a sad face.’

Could it be the voice of the devil sleeping deep in my heart?

But faintly, as if a fragment of a dream from last night that I had forgotten suddenly came to mind.

What flashed through my mind was the image of a well. A well?

I don’t remember anything like this. A well? It’s something that’s hard to find these days. I can’t figure out what’s what.

And then, a certain older sister’s voice.

It felt like he had said something to me, like he had hugged me.

What could it be? Why am I suddenly having such strange thoughts?

This time my head really hurts.

‘Don’t worry. As long as I am your helper, absolutely, absolutely! You will never fall this time. You will never turn into a demon. I won’t let you. Yes. That’s what it means to be your helper. Just understand this for now.’

The voice sounded very warm. The warmth felt familiar, and I felt a sense of deja vu, so I unconsciously tried to find the cause in my head.

The more I do that, the more I get a headache on my forehead. It feels like it’s going to break. And eventually, it feels like my head is going to burst.

“… Teacher, I have a headache. Can I go to the infirmary?”

“Really? Yes~.”

Permission was granted so readily.

Get up from your seat and head towards the infirmary.

Oh, before that, he looks back at a student and says clearly.

“I really have a headache too. Okay? Tsk.”

“Huh? Huh… .”

Irushia left the classroom, her cheeks slightly puffed out without her knowing it.

Was it too much to ask you to come to school the very next morning? You must have been very tired, exhausted, and felt a sense of alienation from all the scenes of your daily life, and you might have felt like vomiting. Because that’s what I did.

Reflecting on her own experiences, Mena reflected again.

By the way, that’s right.

The school nurse, it’s rare for him to be in the same position. I don’t know how he’s teaching here.

oh.

‘If this happens, just the two of us in the infirmary, oh my… ♥ No way, a love that sprouts between two people who have gone through hardships together, oh my.’

The hearts of children were much stronger than we thought, much stronger than we really thought! In this situation, such… .

It was the beautiful teacher Mena Ruina who had a gluttonous mind and imagined things for which there were no answers.

***

Unfortunately, the place where Seed was headed was not the infirmary, but the rooftop of a building. The highest point in the academy. A small view of the system was visible.

From this distance, it was a truly vibrant and beautiful city. Of course, it was only when seen from afar. Still, as Cid was more used to seeing the city completely burned down and reduced to ashes, he could not help but feel that it was beautiful.

I hope this city doesn’t collapse.

I’ve long since let go of the sense of duty I had before, of having to save this city, its people, and the world. Now, I just want things to continue like this.

The sky is really blue.

Even the clouds are moving slowly, as if they don’t want to leave this wonderful city.

There were passengers there just like in the picture.

“… Hmm. You’re that failing student? Are you just lucky enough to get a bang?”

“Isn’t that the same for you, senior?”

Cold, piercingly beautiful eyes look at Seed.

A girl born with the destiny to become an adversary who will fight the Demon King who will appear one day.

But even as the world was burning, there were people who simply gave up, decided it was impossible, tied themselves down, and ended up in vain.

A bird that never flew because it was afraid of falling.

Noctila Sarsberry.

But Sid looked at her with slightly sad eyes, as she had the most beautiful wings.