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Mena’s freezing of time was reflexive.

To be exact, it would be correct to say that the power of winter moved on its own without me even realizing it.

“Sigh.”

A time when everything stops.

Just one breath, but in that gap that no one can invade, that should not exist.

[… With just one sword, can you see beyond the divine realm?]

The Goddess of Winter sighed softly.

Cutting through frozen time like an icebreaker, the sword strike was definitely, definitely, moving. It was being drawn. Without any time to dodge.

Slowly, a line splits Mena Ruina’s body into two.

Cut diagonally from the left chest to the right waist, slicing through the flesh and bones.

It was cut cleanly.

“Sun, sir…!!”

The stopped time begins to move again, and blood is belatedly sprayed. A body torn in two falls to the floor.

“Haa… .”

The swordsman let out a deep sigh and put the sword back into its scabbard.

“… … .”

A swordsman quietly muttering something.

“You… .”

In that moment, Irusia’s reason suddenly wavers.

…even now?

No. It’s too late. It’s already too late. No matter what you do now, there’s no turning back. But.

Ugh.

It takes strength.

“… It’s okay, after a little while, I’ll be able to put this back on.”

“In his characteristically leisurely voice, Mena spoke as if he were cut in half and lying on the ground.

My heart sank.

“Sir, sir… .”

Gently stroking Irusia’s hand, which was clenched so tightly that it wouldn’t let go.

“Ah, even so, for now… ”

Boom!

The attack continued. The invisible slash of the sword-sheathed sword clashed with Mena’s divine power.

“It seems like it’ll be hard to fight properly right now, so can you move over there?”

“Yes, yes!”

Mena’s intentions were clear. Even if it was possible to defend a little in its current state, it would only hinder the battle if it remained as it was.

Rather, it would be better to protect Karni and Sid, who are unable to move anyway, and focus on their recovery.

Under the protection of Mena’s divine power, Irusia quickly moves Mena’s torn body next to the sleeping Karni.

“Where.”

“Heh heh. You pulled out the knife and then put it back?”

The chief stopped the search for the two, taking turns with the two.

The gazes passing by. Tension.

The indifferent gaze of the inspector until now is now wavering.

At that moment, Karni and Sid opened their eyes at the same time.

“Ah… ?!!”

As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a teacher right next to him whose upper and lower bodies were separated. At the moment when a scream was about to escape Karni’s mouth.

“Calm down. Are you okay with this?”

Mena smiles faintly. She strokes Karni’s head, who is trembling and sobbing in confusion.

Leaving that sight behind, Irusia grabs Seed’s shoulder and meets his eyes.

“The situation is urgent. … How was it over there?”

“… Irusia.”

No more words came out. Seed said only that and quietly looked into Irusia’s eyes.

I know just from that.

“There was no answer.”

“… Yeah. Fighting is unavoidable.”

“Okay. It’s okay. But there’s a way out here.”

The swordsman incapacitated Mena in one breath with such force that he put his sword back in.

He is strangely reluctant to use a sword.

The swordsman clearly put the sword away and muttered this.

“’There are three left’, he said.”

Kwaaah!

The president is blown away with a loud noise and crashes into the wall of the building.

The swordsman is approaching.

“Yes. I will swing my sword three times from now on. There is nothing to hide. No, I beg you.”

The man at the top of the sword, who could easily kill everyone here if he were to draw his sword right now, spoke quietly.

“Even if it’s only three times. If possible, I don’t want to swing my sword even once more.”

The inspector bowed his head.

“Please.”

silence.

“… So.”

It was Irusia who broke the brief silence and asked again.

“So, don’t resist and just die?”

“My target is that kid. You don’t have to die.”

“What, what is it! What, what the hell is this? Huh, huh… .”

Seed quietly wrapped his arms around Karni. A silver sword was soon in his hand.

Irusia suddenly burst into laughter.

“Phu, puhahahaha… !”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Ahaha, ha… . I’m letting him die… .”

It’s the same as me dying.

Because it would definitely be unbearable. Right now, the ‘me’ that I have barely managed to hold onto due to many coincidences is going to die.

Because I will definitely become the Demon King.

“Absolutely, absolutely unacceptable.”

“I see. Is that your choice?”

With a lonely expression, the inspector looked around.

“Yeah.”

Irusia was smiling, really refreshingly.

***

Barely, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope.

Seed focused all his attention on the hand holding the sword.

For some unknown reason, the sword master can only swing his sword three times.

That was a spine-chilling blow just now, but you can tell.

It is unfinished.

The absolute realm of the 10th class. The perfect sword that does not allow any defense or evasion. In front of it, no speed or strength means anything. A kind of divine realm that can be reached with just one sword.

One step forward to that area.

In other words, the inspection is definitely one step short.

‘I’ll just consume all three of them like this.’

Then what’s left is an invisible sword that flies without drawing it.

And the unidentifiable, enormous power that I feel from Teacher Mena. Once the teacher recovers, this will definitely be enough to overwhelm him.

Until then, we must hold on.

Sacrifice is essential.

I have no choice but to do it. Even if my heart bursts and I die.

“Irucia.”

You have to live.

The moment when you are ready to take a small step forward, with determination.

“Stay still.”

Irusia whispered in a sweet voice.

Irusia’s magical message flows into my head.

[You’re thinking, ‘I’ll protect you even if I die’ like an idiot, right? Hehe.]

[… Then that won’t work?]

I’m angry. I’m so angry. Up until now, you haven’t done anything for me.

[If you die, I will kill myself. Somehow, definitely, definitely, by all means.]

[… .]

[So take care of your body while you fight, okay?]

But, but then.

Then in the end.

“It’s okay.”

As soon as Irusia said those words, a giant pillar of ice crashed into the sword master.

“Hehe, I’m not dead yet.”

The president smiled sheepishly and waved his hand.

***

“Tt… .”

The swordsman cleanly split the pillar in half with an invisible sword strike.

However, the inspector did not look as relaxed as before.

“I guess I’ll have to spend all my money today.”

“You bastard… .”

Obviously that attack just now.

It was a power that could not be created by an 8th class aura user, an 8th class wizard, or even by combining the two.

Was the class hiding? Or has it awakened now? No.

The sword master, who is standing on the threshold of the 10th class, says that the middle-aged man in front of him is still at the level of the 8th class.

Once again, a huge pillar of ice approaches, blocking all vision.

“Ugh… !”

He opens his eyes wide and cuts through the ice pillar with his sword. However, a splintered shard grazes his cheek, leaving a long wound.

It works.

It was a miraculous power.

‘… dirty gentleman.’

Irusia muttered to herself.

Irusia knew. The president was now using a miracle. Not the ‘miracle of the perfect hand’ he originally possessed, but other ‘miracles’.

Unlike Aurora and Mana, the ‘miracles’ have little potential for development. They take students with ambiguous talents who possess ambiguous miracles and conduct horrific human experiments behind the scenes at the academy.

The president has had many miracles transplanted into him.

“Haha, do I have to draw my sword?”

The president continues to launch attacks.

… The president had previously told a certain anecdote to Cid and Irusia.

The story of a student who had great magical power but was unable to project it over long distances.

-Well, that guy, he made a spear of ice and then threw it with his hand!

The president is doing the same thing at a slightly higher level.

The normal magic of throwing a spear of ice involves several steps: creating and gathering moisture, freezing it, compressing it hard, and then firing it.

Water is supplied by the ‘Miracle of Spring Water’. It is frozen by the ‘Miracle of Extreme Cold’.

Magic is only used to compress strongly with extreme pressure, and then blow it away with full force using the aura.

The more power you focus on one process, the more powerful it becomes.

“You. You… !”

So much so that the wounds on the sword master’s body piled up.

“Ugh, ugh… .”

Of course, the price is certain.

A miracle is a power that can be used because it is that person. A phenomenon that is literally like a miracle that is created by the length and proportion of each body part, personality and way of thinking, and all of those detailed personal characteristics.

Forcing miracles that were not his own, and using multiple of them at once.

The president’s body is slowly disintegrating from the inside. The president’s mind is slowly falling apart.

but.

“Because it’s a jewel you’ll never see again in your life, hehe.”

He can’t let Irusia and Cid die. It’s the pure desire for sparkling talent that drives him.

“I have a favor to ask.”

The president extended both hands to Irusia.

“I know roughly.”

The current Irusia accumulates magical power just by breathing. In addition, the world itself, which has sensed a sense of crisis, is madly pouring magical power into Irusia.

The magical power, which was at the beginning of the 5th class, had been forcibly expanded in the meantime and had reached the end of the 6th class.

If it’s this, then it can be done. Irusia cut off the General’s hand with the Black Flame Blade.

“Yeah. You know a lot.”

Until it becomes powder.

and.

“Hoo… .”

A strong wind started from Irusia and swept away, carrying with it the particle that was the president’s hand.

The hand is the most major magical ‘spring point’.

The fact that it can be effectively used even when cut, torn, and pulverized is due to the president’s ‘miracle of perfect hands’ and his perverted research just for this.

“Self… !”

The president laughs and shouts, oblivious to the pain that engulfs his entire body.

“Even so, you won’t draw your sword…?!!”

Every single ‘particle of the hand’ that flutters becomes a flame, a poison, a ray of light, a curse, a lightning bolt, and an explosion.

At the same time, tens of thousands of blades filled with aura rush in.

“Ahh. Shit, shit…!!!!!”

The swordsman grits his teeth and takes the sword in his hand.

And once again.

The world is divided.