episode_0036
by fnovelpia“I have something to show you.”
The president extended a long aurora with the tip of his index finger and placed it on the index finger of his other hand.
“Yes.”
And then, with a rustling, unpleasant sound.
His finger was severed, leaving a smooth cut, and fell to the floor.
“People say, “Oh, the president is amazing for having both aura and magic.” It’s a bit unfair, I have miracles too.”
From the mirror-like cross-section, lumps of flesh emerge, as if bubbles are rising.
For example, a fairy tale where a princess melts and turns into bubbles. It’s like it was reversed. The finger has become healthy in the blink of an eye.
The severed finger that fell to the ground crumbled into dust and was quickly blown away by the wind. It was as if the laws of the world did not allow for the existence of two fingers.
The third power of the president that people don’t know about. Irusia thought it was something like super regenerative power, but it was a little different.
“The miracle of a perfect hand. My hand always remains unique and perfect. That’s all. … Isn’t it nothing?”
It would be great if he had the ability to regenerate his body, but it was only a hand.
It seems a bit lacking for someone in the position of president. It’s not that he’s hiding it on purpose, but it’s probably not well known.
“Anyway, the task I give you is to injure this hand.”
The president spoke as if he had discovered something very interesting.
“The students who lost to you. From what I’ve heard, they seem to have been badly hurt, but most of them are unscathed.”
It is said that Irusia used black flame in her fight with the students. It is safe to say that there are almost no students who can withstand 5th class magic.
But this is the result. No one was seriously hurt. Some students even said they felt like they were being stroked by black flames.
“What could have happened? Did he perfectly control the power of magic, adjusting it so that it wouldn’t hurt his opponent, like a sword strike? That can’t be.”
It may be very, very surprising to have 5th class level magical power due to natural talent, but it is possible.
But on the other hand, controlling magical power requires a long period of training.
This does not mean that the relationship is like ‘magic power is talent, control is effort’. There are people who are born with a special talent for the delicate control of magic power.
Simply put, the two are inversely proportional.
If the magical power is excessive from the beginning, it is naturally difficult to control. If the control is too good, it is difficult to squeeze out magical power beyond the limit, so the magical power growth is slow.
In any case, at this age, it is impossible to have an overwhelming amount of magical power of a 5th class while at the same time being able to control that magical power in detail.
Moreover, although most of them were unscathed, some students were receiving treatment for severe burns, a clear indication that control was not perfect.
“You seem to have an extreme aversion to hurting people.”
That was the conclusion of the president who had seen countless students.
This was exactly what happened to students who had a strong aversion to hurting people.
If it’s a sword, the arm will stop before it touches the opponent’s body, and if it’s magic, the magical structure will collapse the moment it touches the opponent, rendering it harmless.
The unconscious realm prior to conscious control. A species-specific qualm about harming members of one’s own species.
“Often this happens. No, perhaps this is more normal for people.”
The president continues speaking with a slightly complicated expression.
“Well, we don’t need any sane people in our academy.”
The highly refined wildness of an Auror user, and the cold, sharp wisdom of a wizard.
The president looked at Irusia with eyes that contained everything and asked a question.
“Okay. You, who was at the bottom of the Academy, somehow managed to beat up all the braggarts and stand at the top. … How was it, did you feel good?”
“… .”
“Not at all. I can tell.”
And Irusia was thinking this.
‘Uh… I feel so down. I’m sleepy.’
These are the guys who ignored Seed. It was actually seriously fun to subdue those guys one by one.
‘And the magic power, it’s true that I controlled each and every one of them.’
Although the amount of magical power had been greatly reduced (at least by the Demon King’s standards), control was still intact. To be exact, the magical power was ‘moving’ according to Irusia’s will.
Magical demon. Ruler of magic. Demon king.
Magic, even after letting go of everything, still loved her. From the pure magical power that made up the world, he felt something like an obsession.
‘It’s not like my ex-lover still clings to me even after I dumped him.’
And then why did some students get hurt so badly? It was because they were the ones who had been specifically bullying Seed. He didn’t hurt the guys he had been secretly bullying, but the ones who had touched him were out.
As he was thinking that, the president reached out his hand to Irusia, who seemed to be hesitating.
“Okay, if you cut off this finger like I just did, it’ll pass. Since I saw that it heals quickly after cutting it, my mind will feel relieved. But it won’t be easy.”
8th class aura and 8th class magic power. The president wasn’t exactly using them to protect his hands, though.
At that level, you can block most attacks from levels 4 to 5 just by breathing because of the energy that naturally flows through your body.
Moreover, the miracle of the ‘perfect hand’. Its greatest characteristic is perfection.
For using auras, for using magic, for holding weapons, for making hand seals. Those hands have the most ideal shape.
The flow of blood vessels, nerves, aura, and magical power through the most efficient path is a defense that even a student cannot answer.
“That is, seriously. Even if you have the same amount of magical power as me, you have to pour out all your strength without any hesitation. Against a human body.”
In fact, the director’s guess that there would be an aversion to harming people was somewhat correct.
Although I controlled my magical powers perfectly and consciously so that I wouldn’t get hurt, the reason I controlled it like that in the first place was because I didn’t want to get hurt.
Because I had absolute confidence that I wouldn’t get hurt, I could happily step on them. Just like when you have a pillow fight, you don’t worry about your opponent getting hurt.
The challenge the president gave was something like asking him to put down his pillow this time and swing a sharp knife in the same way.
‘Ugh, I wonder if I can do it. It’s a bit ambiguous.’
After the current Irusia and the Irusia from the previous life became one.
Irusia was screaming inside her mind without resting for a single moment, buried in the memories of the things she had done.
I feel like my heart will break at any moment, and if I let my guard down even a little, I feel like I’ll bite my tongue with all my might.
Even so, the reason I was in such a decent state was because of my desperate poker face. While I was separating my thoughts in my head and thinking normal thoughts, hell was going on nonstop in the background.
It was only because I had experience as a Demon King that I was able to endure this much. If I had never been a Demon King in the first place, if I had lived without doing bad things, this wouldn’t have happened.
Dissociation of thoughts. Desperate acting, fooling oneself into thinking that one is sane.
‘It’s unclear whether the dam will collapse or not.’
There is still no need to worry about power control. Even if we say that the power possible in the current situation is nothing compared to the power that was originally handled.
I’ve seen the hand regenerate, so there’s no problem.
Still, you really have to cut off the person’s finger anyway.
Even if he were to regenerate, it wouldn’t mean he wouldn’t be in pain. As a master warrior and magician, he could easily endure that level of pain, but it wouldn’t mean he didn’t feel pain at all. Such complicated thoughts.
‘Oh, I see.’
If you think about it, the fact that Seed was always getting hit, exploding, and bleeding was also this old man’s fault as he went up.
Even so, it’s still amputation. It’s different from burning the skin of those who touched Seed with fire.
Since I loved cutting people’s butts in my past life, especially fingers, I’m wondering if I can’t stand this one time and go crazy.
I keep having those worries.
“Ah, then maybe you need a little stimulation. Yeah, honestly, I have higher expectations for you out of the two. I guess you two get along pretty well. Anger is a strong driving force. How about the death of a precious friend?”
Speaking as if singing, the president slowly approaches Seed.
“It’s a bit disappointing, but… if you dissect it and look at it from all angles, it has its own value.”
The expression on his face was clearly murderous.
All senses told me that the Chancellor was about to kill Seed.
No matter what, I wonder if he would kill me. When you reach a certain level, you can fake the level of murder. Maybe he’s just bluffing.
Perhaps, it was not enough.
It was lacking.
lack.
That the seed could get hurt.
Not even a little bit of possibility.
I don’t like it anymore.
One step at a time, one step at a time, taken by the president.
Even Mr. Mena couldn’t move a single finger due to the ripples that spread with each step. He was completely crushed.
The only one who is free and unaffected is Irusia. It’s obvious. It was the president’s intention.
An aura blooms from the president’s fingertips. He extends his arm towards Seed. His hand gradually gets closer to Seed’s neck.
If the president wanted to, Donggang, that neck and nape could be cut off more easily than cutting grass. It’s mine. If I were to cut it, I would cut it. I wanted to cut it myself.
and.
“shi, foot… . There are, number… behind. You… .”
Phew!
Irusia spits blood profusely from her mouth. Blood flows out of her nose, ears, and even eyes.
In return for selling everything, including my internal organs and life.
“… Hmm.”
The president’s wrist left a mirror-like cut surface.
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