I Noticed That It Was an Academy After 10 Years

180.Is What You Are Doing Now a Funeral? (14)

“…What are you talking about?”

The reaction is Yeongmaengtang.

I succeeded in making the guy who had n’t said a word throughout the competition talk, but his reaction was still weak.

Seeing that they are acting like they don’t know right away, does that mean that the greetings from the Harpas Church aren’t enough to get them hooked? Or do you really not know? Do we have to face weapons first?

I deliberately took a relaxed stance with the shovel hanging out long.

Anyone can see that it looks like there is no intention to attack.

If Luis and Theo attacked to take the initiative, I intentionally planned to give up the first attack.

My purpose was to figure out the identity of that guy.

“…”

“…”

“What, why aren’t you fighting?”

“That’s right, it’s a fight between experts.”

“Adept?”

“We are at the stage where we understand each other’s strength based on momentum alone. It means there is no need to rush.”

“Aha, so that’s why you stay still like that?”

Since I’m so quiet, I can hear the voices around me very well.

When I glanced around and saw an old man with a goatee giving an explanation that seemed like something out of a martial arts scene, I almost burst out laughing, but since we were still fighting, I held back my laughter.

By the way, aren’t you planning on taking the lead?

“Hey. “Did you say you were from the South?”

“…”

“I don’t know why a talented person like you would act like a mercenary. It would be better for you to receive a knighthood somewhere appropriate.”

“I have no intention of leaving anyone behind.”

“Are you calling me a guy who just messes around with someone?”

“When do you say I said that…”

“Shut up. Rude guy!”

I am the truth. I am the truth. I am the truth. I am the truth. I am the truth. I am the truth.

“This already suspicious guy is so rude, he must have a purpose for participating in this competition. “Can’t I point it out right away?”

“I don’t know why I’m doing this.”

“Think about it against your chest. Rude guy.”

“I don’t know if I came here to fight or argue…”

“Shut up.”

“…”

“Production.”

The floor of the martial arts arena rises.

With a dumbfounded expression on his face, Stoke kicked the ground and jumped up to avoid the pillar rising from the ground. It wasn’t an attack he intended to hit from the beginning, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed when his opponent easily avoided it.

I tried to mentally shake it up a bit, but it doesn’t come down easily.

Still, I should try a little more.

“Harpas b*stard…”

“…What?”

“Harpas you fucking crow. When I find that chick, I will rip out all her feathers, cover her in breadcrumbs, and fry her. “He’s a bird too, so he’ll make delicious fried food.”

His expression was slightly shaken by my unexpected cursing at Harpas.

My bait looked pretty appetizing. I still don’t know if I’m just embarrassed or annoyed.

So keep going.

“…He was crazy.”

“Crazy guy? Produce. I produced it. Crazy, production. Bloke? Production.”

He’s quick and good at dodging like a damn cat. I clicked my tongue as I watched Stalk dodge the pillars that were placed clumsily on purpose.

No attack?

“Is there a disease that kills you if you attack first? Production.”

If this continues, the martial arts arena will be filled with pillars first. I patted Lue while leisurely observing the progress of the war.

[Contractor, have you ever done anything like a gangster?]

What nonsense.

Turn on the lie detector.

“You only live with your mouth.”

“Harpas b*stards.”

“Under. Why on earth are you doing this to me? It must be our first time seeing each other.”

“Can’t you speak?”

“I don’t see what you gain by doing this.”

“If you don’t know, don’t be a fearful person and say it quickly.”

“…Ha.”

Look at his face his hardening. How much I wanted to see that agony expression.

“Did I ask a difficult request? It shouldn’t be that difficult to insult the main enemy of the continent, the Harpas Church.”

He said with an annoyed face at my point.

After completing the ideological verification, I dealt him the final blow.

“Stork, stork. Did you learn to assassinate like this from your crows?”

“…How do you do that?”

Stoke’s expression visibly distorted at the word stork.

Stoke.

Translated as stork.

Another bird that symbolizes Harpas in the form of a crow.

And it is the name given to the executor of the Harpas Church.

It was a fact that occurred to me as I was being teased.

“…I knew this from the beginning. I heard that a strange man is sticking around with the abominable saint, but I can’t believe he knows our church’s internal secrets. “I think we should raise your risk even further.”

“Getting the form.”

Look at the tendons growing on my hands.

By now, I could clearly see him thinking, ‘How can I control this b*stard?’ Yet, it was quite admirable that his eyes maintained a cool-headed glow.

Does this mean that he did not take on the position of executor of the church?

In the game, I’m wearing armor, so I wasn’t sure what it looked like on the inside, but that’s roughly what it looks like when I take it off. If you take off that guy’s back, he’ll have a crow pattern, right?

“Hey. If you are caught obediently, you won’t face any hardships-“

“Shut up.”

“I don’t like it.”

“…The mission has failed, so I guess I’ll have to take your head back with me.”

“You? Me?”

I deliberately made a disgusted face and laughed at him.

“Do you believe in mad dogs? The mad dog is far away. There is plenty of time to cut off your head. “Your physical abilities are probably not that great.”

With those words, Stoke kicked the ground.

Almost at the same time, a sharp sound of wind rushed towards my neck. The time given to me is fleeting. I blocked the incoming sword with the back of a shovel.

“It’s pretty heavy.”

My hand hurts like it’s going to tear.

“Production. Production. Production. Production.”

A pillar with a sharp end protruded at an angle and separated the stalks.

The distance has widened again. I didn’t attack too hastily and waited for his next move. But Stoke seemed to be wary of my counterattack and stopped and glared at me as if he were going to kill me.

Are you saying that you won’t be easily involved?

“You managed to block it with a shovel or something.”

“You’re talking a lot because you’re scared, right? “Stork.”

“…”

Look at how they get picked by an Auror just because they said one thing. I used magic while looking at the sword that was emitting dark red light.

“Sprinkler.”

The floor is soaked with sticky liquid. I spread the slime as wide as I could. No matter how fast you move, you won’t be able to completely avoid the slime sprayed throughout the martial arts arena.

Perhaps he was still obsessed with the duel, or perhaps he realized that he couldn’t escape on foot, but he didn’t leave the arena and had no choice but to get covered in the slime that was being sprayed.

I looked at Stoke, who was shaking off mucus from his body as if he was offended, and took out a match from my pocket.

“This is…”

“Thanks to you guys, I couldn’t have a campfire yesterday.”

Chi-Ik-

On a hot sunny morning, a firework the size of a fingernail appeared.

“Crazy guy-“

“They say cremation is popular for funerals these days.”

I dropped the match on the floor.

Hey, it rides well.

“Wow, the stadium is on fire! “Creating oil using magic is a unique magic!”

Oh, I was so focused that I couldn’t even hear what the host was saying. I gave a quick wave to the audience and looked back at Stoke, who was trapped in the flames. It’s time to measure sharp angles.

“Rye, get ready quickly.”

[When will it finally be time for me to step forward?]

I took Lue, which was hanging from my waist, in her hands and lifted it high. This should be enough. I threw Lue high in the sky.

“Huh?! A grimoire! Throw the grimoire into the sky! What kind of magic are you trying to show me!?”

Unfortunately, it’s not that flashy magic. I immediately grabbed the shovel and jumped towards the dwindling fire.

As I expected, Stokes was in good condition, except that his clothes were burned and his skin was tanned. I guess they blocked it by surrounding themselves with auras. I looked at Stoke, who looked like a beggar, and twisted the corner of my mouth.

“Now you’re a bit like a crow’s minion.”

“You b*stard…”

If I do it just a little longer, I think I’ll lose my mind. But from my perspective, it was advantageous to be moderately rational.

Because-

“Hey, why do you think I was playing with fire?”

“…”

He doesn’t even answer anymore. I turned my body to avoid the sword strike, which was a bit slower than before.

It wasn’t that difficult to predict where a sword strike would come from by looking at the slow movement of the arm.

How many sword strikes did he avoid?

I said, pointing to the sky with my finger.

“The answer is above the sky.”

“Nonsense-“

Perhaps unable to overcome his anxiety, his eyes naturally turned upward as he lost his composure.

At that moment, Lue’s eyes, which had fallen from the sky, sparkled. Her sparkle was lost due to the bright sun, but the effect was still intact.

[Your mental barrier is very thick?]

“Is it completely immune?”

[I am nothing in front of this body!]

Aside from that, I don’t feel like I’ve been brainwashed.

“What…Are you going to do?”

Still, it’s not very effective.

His body, which had been fine until a moment ago, was shaken.

It was the effect of the brainwashing beam that Lue had used non-stop during the time she was being chased by a cat.

As expected, it was difficult to completely attack the executioner, so he just stumbled, but that was enough.

“Production.”

A pillar with a three-pronged end, like a trident, rises up, aiming for his crotch. At the same time, I poured all my magical power into increasing the intensity of the brainwashing beam.

“Tsk… !”

“Uh, uh…Uh…Quo, Sir Quartz! This is too much! Isn’t this just a couplet?!”

What do you say?

The host’s voice, full of confusion, penetrated my ears.

With a sad face, I pointed to the crow pattern visible through Stoke’s burned clothes and shouted.

“This guy is in the same company as yesterday’s assassin!”

“Huh? Really?”

“It’s real, there’s a crow symbol on my back!”

“I was rooting for that guy…”

The audience was thrown into confusion by my shout.

It was natural that people who knew about yesterday’s disaster were among the audience. I glanced at Karina, who was looking at me with worried eyes, and then turned my attention back to Stoke.

“What? “That guy is an assassin?”

“I thought something was suspicious, but…”

“I said he was a good guy yesterday!”

“How would I know that guy is an assassin?!”

“…Well, then I can’t help it!”

After all, a quick-witted person is also good at understanding society. I glanced at the society, which immediately changed its stance, and then turned my attention to Stoke.

After successfully completing the neutering surgery, he sat down with blood bleeding from his crotch.

No matter how hard a person trained, he would never have his crotch explode. After all, this is efficient.

Without hesitation, I approached him and slapped Lue.

After seeing that the light had completely disappeared from its eyes, I gave Lue a final command.

“Rue. Write what I say in that guy’s head.”

It’s a shame that I can’t reveal the secret because it’s banned.

[Okay.]

Oh, and finally, I have to hand over the gift.

I took out the item that Principal Merlin had given me from my arms and put it in his arms.

“You-“

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‘Is the mission a failure?’

Dark back alley.

Stoke, who managed to run away from the stadium, clenched his lips torn from the excruciating pain he felt in his crotch and took out the brooch from his pocket.

An artifact that can be used when completing a mission or failing.

He used the artifact without hesitation.

Normally, he would have used it after being sufficiently alert, but all he could think of was having to go back.

I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back. I have to go back.

Close your eyes.

He hoped more earnestly than ever to go to the place he would return to.

As if in response to his wish, the artifact began to vibrate and scatter rainbow-colored magic.

When he opened his eyes again, the place he wanted to return to was right in front of him.

Occupied by abominable religious enemies.

‘…What is this?’

Hatred is seeing.

He raised his sword with more anger than ever.

“Damn Kalon b*stards… !”

“…Are you here?”

“Yes? What happened… “

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden… ” “

“aah!”

The target is the henchmen of the abominable Kalon religion. He swung his sword with his eyes closed.

Fresh blood and screams fly.

He swung his sword ceaselessly without stopping.

One Two Three Four Five…

There is no point in counting. You just have to kill everyone. He mustered all his strength and moved forward.

Everything that stood in his way was cut down and disappeared. But his body has already reached its limit.

In the end, he lay down in a pool of his blood without even thinking about removing the sword stuck to his body. The sky seen through blurred eyes was scarlet.

“What needs to be done… Must be done…”

There is work to be done.

A sentence that clearly appeared in his mind

He took out a blue-colored stone from his chest.

A religious object that sends a rescue signal in case of emergency. It must be that thing.

He was extremely impressed with his own preparedness and gathered all his magic power into his stone.

A blue mark rising toward the sky.

But I couldn’t tell because his eyes were barely visible.

The symbol of the Kalon religion is drawn, not the symbol of the Harpas religion.

“To the God of Destruction…Glory…”

That was his last will