Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius - Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius chapter 93

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The Pope does not reveal his appearance well, and even if he does, he shows the mercy of God as a person who is considered to be the closest to God.

In addition, hundreds of devotees who donate or share the teachings of God from all directions boast goodness in their respective positions.

Rebecca opened her clenched hand. I was sweating profusely. It was because I received a call that the bishop would be arriving soon.

So, is the denomination necessarily good?

Rebecca answered that question:

It’s not.

There is always a shadow under the light.

In order to claim goodness, the evil that sustains the good is necessary.

rumble rumble.

You can hear the wheels of the wagon being dragged to the ground.

It was the sound he heard because he made his senses sensitive by using divine power.

Those who are coming now are the evils of the denomination.

“The Heretic Judge.”

The denomination does not punish those who do not believe in God.

They acknowledge human free will and only care for believers.

But heresy, that is, those who deny God and oppose the sect are different.

They are clearly the antithesis of the denomination, and the denomination and the pope refer to them as evil.

Evil meets evil

This is the doctrine of heretical judges only.

Instead of crosses, they take up weapons, and instead of holy water, they sprinkle blood on their faces.

A name that anyone, even if not a member of the denomination, would have heard of it at least once. The church’s sword, hammer, or axe.

There is one bishop who controls and deals with such heretical judges.

That is why Rebecca is trembling like this.

She looked into the air and muttered.

“Ifelsio…”

Bishop, Ifelsio.

He is the one who made Rebecca a saint, and is the person who was asked by the Pope to investigate Professor Akdin’s situation.

Rebecca had never seen anyone as dangerous as Ifelsio.

He made a clear distinction between those who believed in God and those who did not.

The dichotomous attitude was so creepy that even the brothers of the same denomination sometimes avoided Ifelsio.

He was also assigned the position of controlling the Heretical Judges…

It was perhaps natural that the name of Bishop Ipelsio was circulating within the denomination.

From the moment Rebecca learned that Ifelsio had arrived, Rebecca moved quickly. Her footsteps were naturally directed towards Deron.

**

“…so you came running to let me know?”

“yes.”

Rebecca nodded and smiled.

“her.”

My head was pounding. When I saw that confident expression on my face, my blood pressure went up. I rubbed my nose and furrowed my brows.

“Bishop Ifelsio and the Heretic Judge. That’s fine, but what are you going to do for me to tell you?”

“Yes? Uh…”

Rebecca rolled her eyes and tilted her head.

“Iknow, right?”

bean!

As soon as I heard the answer, I immediately put chestnuts on Rebecca’s head.

I tried to be patient, but I just can’t stand it.

“Ouch… it hurts.”

“I was beaten because it hurts.”

“Hey.”

“Don’t make a silly face. You’re still stupid, but you should hide it with your face.”

Rebecca puffed up her cheeks and was annoyed, but she ignored it and said the name of the bishop she had spoken to.

“Bishop Ifelsio…”

“He was the one who brought me.”

It’s a surprise.

Rebecca was muttering to the side, changing her expression in an instant.

“When the priests find a candidate for a saint, they sometimes bring it in, but sometimes the heretical judges bring it in.”

“Then the Heretic Judge brought you here?”

“No, I said he came to pick me up.”

Rebecca’s eyes fluttered wildly as she talked about Bishop Ifelsio.

He seems to feel terrified every time he recalls his memories.

“Rebecca.”

“yes?”

“Are you going to tell me a story you didn’t tell me then?”

A story about the denomination that I couldn’t tell you yet.

Somehow the story seems to relate directly to Bishop Ifelsio and Rebecca.

My intuition, having read novels for a long time, said so.

Rebecca licked her lips and shook her head.

“No, I don’t think it’s now.”

“Then don’t tell me.”

I drank the green tea that was steaming up on the table.

The warm water melts my insides a little bit. It feels warmer in winter.

“You can tell me when you want to. I’ll be waiting for you for quite some time.”

Her secret made me a little curious as a reader, but I didn’t want to know it until I pushed her.

If anyone but me saw her eyes tremble, they would dry up.

It seems that Rebecca has not yet prepared her heart enough to tell others about her past.

And since I’ve been reading novels for a long time, I didn’t know of any other way to do this other than waiting for you.

Rebecca listened to me and was silent for a moment. I don’t know why, but I guessed that she was preparing herself.

After that silence, I slowly got up from my chair.

“If you have nothing more to say, get up first.”

I looked down at Rebecca, who was still silent, for a moment.

She still bows her head.

Rebecca seemed unwilling to move, so I moved towards the bishop.

Still, she’s the one who warned me, so it wouldn’t hurt to meet him at least once.

**

This winter at the academy was complicated.

Winter is the season when solitude sinks to the ground through the snow.

The loneliness that permeated the earth naturally made people share the warmth of each other in a warm house without going out easily.

However, the current situation changed that winter. Even if the flames ignited by the nobles were extinguished, the flames still remained and wandered around the academy.

And as those tiny sparks piled up and gathered together.

It soon created a spark that could pierce even the cold of winter.

Thousands of people escaped the academy following the flame,

Also, those who volunteered to represent God came to the academy.

I glanced at the man in front of me for a moment.

A strong body, well-groomed hair, and afterimages that slowly leaked under the shirt.

The energy emanating from the man was not strong, but it was terrible.

A smell of blood stung my nose. Magi was running wild, but calmed it down. There were no corpses or battles around.

It was just the smell of the man in front of me.

“It has a strong scent. It’s a good tea.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Bishop Ifelsio glanced at me and sip my tea.

It was the same green tea Rebecca ate.

Beside him were three heretic judges waiting.

Not all three, but at least one could be said to resemble a being, as far as I know.

‘It’s like an orc.’

It is not empty words or expressions. In fact, the Heretic Judge’s face resembled an orc.

“Hmm….”

Bishop Ipelsio, who was watching me observe the Heretic Judge, said to me.

“I heard you were the one who stopped the professor.”

“Um, I thought that it would be better for the teacher to send the teacher’s last.”

He answered while sipping the green tea that was placed in front of him.

The story related to Professor Akdin was a part I didn’t want to talk about, so I shed a little bit of dislike.

However, the bishop in front of me continued to ask me questions, whether he was ignorant or pretending not to know.

“If there is an evil spirit from the professor or any signs of that appear…”

widely!

Eventually, when he carefully revealed his true nature, I reacted immediately.

As I put down the teacup a little harder, a look of embarrassment fell on the bishop’s face.

I asked, glaring at him.

“As far as I know, it is clear that the Duke of Philasia and Marshal of Cardia have proved that Professor Akdin is not a demon-related person.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Then do you think the Bishop’s testimony is false?”

The water in the teacup shook. Even though I put down the teacup strongly, the movement had already stopped.

This movement was the movement of the table as Bishop Ifelsio shook his legs.

He trembled a little and answered me.

“Is that possible?

“Is that so? I guess I doubted the will of my father and the Count. I must have misunderstood.”

“Ha ha ha. I’m glad the misunderstanding was cleared up.”

I watched him for a moment, then drank the whole tea from the teacup.

thump.

I heard someone running. It was someone I knew. The sound of footsteps and the gasps heard while running were proof of this.

“The story after that seems to be good to hear from others.”

“Another…?”

Bishop Ipelsio tilted his head. I slowly got up from my seat.

It’s coming down quickly.

“Lord, Bishop!”

Ifelsio’s eyes widened. Because he is one of the few people who knows the identity of the person who jumped down a while ago.

At the same time, his gaze turned to me.

Looking at her as if she knew how the hell she was.

I said with a smile.

“You seem to have a lot of questions. I’ll just leave.”

Bishop Ipelsio’s eyes trembled. I tapped Adele’s shoulder, who had come down a while ago, and whispered quietly.

“Speak as Rebecca, not Adele. The Bishop will keep asking you questions about Professor Akdin.”

“…I know.”

Adele closed her eyes once and then opened them again. Her eyes were not purple, but golden, divine light.