episode_0531

The first emotion Mirif felt upon seeing the sight before his eyes was closer to a sense of crisis than fear.

A sense of crisis that if he continues to stay here, he too may end up like that.

And the anxiety that even though I discovered such a terrible place, I might not be able to tell the world about it.

Treating and mourning the victims, who may have been human, was unfortunately a secondary priority, since in the current situation, he was not even sure if he would survive.

‘First, we have to break free of the chains.’

Mirif, not knowing what to do, tried pulling with all his might, but the chains that were made to tie people up in the first place couldn’t be released that easily.

Even with her strength as a priestess, it was even more impossible to break them. There were some monsters around that had broken free of their chains, but they had naturally broken free as they grew larger or smaller… or even lost their limbs, so it wasn’t a method to refer to.

-Clang, clang!

“Keuuup… !!”

… If he could have escaped by cutting off his wrists or ankles, he would have done so. The only skill he could utilize was to use divine power to restore his body.

Mirif pulled the chain with all her might, thinking that her wrists would be torn off, but it was impossible for her to exert that much strength.

“Haa, haa, haa… .”

“… No, Miss Mirif. If you treat your precious body so carelessly.”

“… … ?!”

A voice was heard from somewhere while he was struggling with the chains that bound him.

When she turned her head to the voice that seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, there stood a professor with a face that was all too familiar to her.

“… Professor Bellus.”

“I never thought Miss Mirif would volunteer to come here. Thanks to you, I didn’t have to worry about persuading her.”

“… Persuasion, you say?”

“Of course, it’s to persuade Miss Mirif to come here. It’s a secret underground space hidden behind the Academy’s research lab, so unless you’re someone you can trust, you wouldn’t think of coming in with her, right?”

“Surely, Professor Bellus is really… .”

“I guess it’s time to confess to Miss Mirif. Yes, as you can see, the monsters here… no, the humans are all the results of my research.”

“… … .”

It was a truth I didn’t want to believe.

I didn’t want to imagine that a professor I trusted and respected, even though he was from a different department, could really be doing something like this.

I wish Professor Bellus had answered that he didn’t even know this space existed, but his expression was instead filled with joy.

“Oh, how could a professor do something like this… .”

“Yeah, I wanted to see that look. Everyone here who heard the truth gave me that look.”

“… … .”

“That’s why you shouldn’t trust others like Miss Mirif. Well, Miss Mirif ended up becoming a test subject sooner than expected.”

“… What do you gain by doing this?”

“A study of the genetic nature of humans and monsters. It’s about seeing how long a monster with a human soul can survive in its body, and guessing which monster is closest to humans.

Well, so far, it’s just that the smallest and most energy-hungry creatures have lived the longest, perhaps due to compatibility issues. The longest-lived human ever was a slime that survived for two days, but even so, it’s impossible for a human’s ancestor to be a slime, right? ”

“… … .”

“But if you are a member of the church, you must be able to resist the soul not fitting into the body to some extent with your divine power. If so, I believe you will provide much more accurate data than those defective products.”

“… Are you crazy, you.”

“Originally, researchers had to be a little crazy. Without that, there would be no progress in magic or medicine.”

-Ugh.

“… … !”

-Clang, clang!

With those words, Professor Bellus takes out a syringe from his pocket and injects the medicine.

Mirif instinctively realized that it was a dangerous object and instinctively flailed her limbs to resist, but the chains that still bound her body had no intention of letting her go.

“It might sting a little.”

“Hic… !”

“Don’t worry, Miss Mirif. Thanks to Miss Mirif, if I can get some proper research materials, I’ll add Miss Mirif’s name to the list of people who helped me.”

no.

I don’t want to die like this.

I would rather die a horrible, meaningless death than sacrifice myself for others.

Please, please, anyone, please save me.

-Bam!

… Even in this underground room where no light comes in, did his prayer reach heaven? Suddenly, the door to the exit opened roughly and a group of people came in.

The black-haired woman standing at the center was one of the most trusted people in the Academy, as well as someone that Miriff knew well.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

“, Energy Bolt!”

-Phew!!

“Huh?!”

-Thud, thud.

As soon as I opened the door, I reflexively cast a spell at the sight I saw.

Miriff is lying on a research bench, chained up, and the professor approaches her with a suspicious syringe.

I couldn’t judge or use anything because I had a gut feeling that if I was even a little late, it could become irreversible.

“Suddenly what… .”

“Hey, the priestess lying over there is Mirif!”

“I know too.”

“Confirmed!”

Ethan and Antonio’s nameless escort draw their swords and approach Mirif while the man who missed the syringe is still unconscious.

At the same time that the chains binding Mirif’s hands and feet were cut off with a single swing of the black sword, Antonio’s escort, whose name I do not know, carried her back to us.

“Mirriff!”

“Lee, release…?”

“Are you okay?! Are you hurt anywhere?! Seriously, it’s not too late, is it?!”

As we passed through the path filled with flesh-colored monsters, we already had a rough idea of the situation.

Monsters with unnatural colors were all lying there as corpses, so since I had seen this kind of development a lot in my past life, I couldn’t help but think that it was a human experiment.

He was worried that Mirif might become a victim of the experiment because the rescue was delayed, so he rushed over. Even though it was a world with priests, there weren’t only diseases that could be cured in this world.

“Lee, Sister Lily… .”

-Thump, thump… .

“Ugh, yea… . Thank you, thank you for saving me… .”

“… … .”

…this fucking kid, for real.

Seeing Mirif, who had only shed a few tears after being kicked by the Goblin King, sobbing like this naturally filled my head with anger.

Because I could feel how scared he must have been before my group and I arrived.

“Sob, sob, sob… .”

“… It’s okay, Mirif.”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh keukkeu… .”

“ I will be able to tear the limbs.

After leaving the crying Mirif in the care of Mezlen and Kate, I approached Ethan, who was confronting the professor.

This guy is probably the same Professor Bellus who was said to be close to Mirif. Since I haven’t seen his face in the original work, I’m guessing he’s not a guy who appears in the story at least not in the ones I know.

In other words, it also meant that it was so crappy that it wasn’t even worth covering in the original.

-Sreung.

“Tell me exactly what place this is and what you just tried to do to that woman.”

Ethan stands on the study table, looking down at Belus, holding his sword in front of his neck.

Normally, it would be normal to be scared when a flying object looms in front of you, but that guy’s attitude was more relaxed than I had imagined.

“Ha, haha… If I speak politely, will you spare my life?”

“Well, that depends on what your guy says.”

“Please put that knife away before you speak. My voice is shaking, so it’s hard for me to speak properly.”

“Is it time for you guys to assert your rights?”

-Ugh.

“Oh my, I’m telling you, it’s really dangerous.”

… something.

Something is strange.

If it was a villain whose face I didn’t recognize, he would definitely be a mob, but the laid-back atmosphere he gave off wasn’t like a mob at all.

It could be a bravado before death, but even so, his eyes don’t even waver. It’s as if he has an expression on his face that doesn’t even threaten him to this extent.

“… … !”

-Shhh!

Sensing ominousness, I suddenly threw a dagger at Belus’ neck. I decided that it would not be a good idea to waste time fighting that guy.

Yes, my dagger, which should have pierced Belus’ neck exactly as it was supposed to,

-Kkaang!

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… Oh no, I got caught.”

…it just bounced off the guy’s neck as if it had hit a solid rock.