Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius - Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius chapter 97

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After hearing Dean Crepon’s message from the senior maid, I headed straight to Rebecca.

Now, beyond the sweets, she also dominated the learning within the academy.

“Um, it’s delicious.”

Because of Rebecca’s unusual hair, people who don’t have it flock to her.

Although they do not show off each other, the existence of a saint inevitably attracts people’s attention.

I took a deep breath.

I was prepared to get people’s attention and told me to accept it, but I didn’t mean to come forward like that.

It seems that I had seen Rebecca’s boldness too much in vain.

“Jeep.”

Seeing her eating bread with a happy expression on her face makes me wonder if she really is a saint who has been blessed by God.

And it seems I’m not the only one who thinks this way.

“that person… Is that a saint?”

“Why is the saint in our academy?”

A buzzing sound is slowly coming into my ears.

It’s audible to my ears, so of course Rebecca can hear it.

But she ate the food regardless.

“… … .”

Seeing that, I shut my mouth.

Maybe it’s something you have to face. One day, she had to reveal the fact that she was a saint.

If it is revealed, it would be better to make a commitment and reveal it yourself, not by someone else.

but apart from that.

“Get up.”

I often walked over to Rebecca and grabbed her arm weakly.

Now is not the time to waste time here.

“Why, why?”

Rebecca looked up at me with her eyes wide open.

There is bread in her mouth that she has not yet swallowed.

I frowned and turned my face slightly.

It was because he did not want to see the food in his mouth.

“Let’s talk after we’ve finished eating.”

Rebecca nodded and pursed her lips.

Its cheeks are puffed up thickly, like a squirrel.

If there were no people around, Rebecca would have delivered Dean Crepon’s message here, regardless of whether she ate bread or not… .

‘You have too many eyes to see.’

The eldest son of Philasia. That fact brings people together, but since I’ve been at the academy for a long time, there’s no problem.

I’m not alone in bringing people together like this.

But the problem was Rebecca.

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Just because she is in this academy, people inside come to watch.

Is there a picture of me whispering softly so that I can’t hear her?

On that day, I assure you, all the rumors will spread.

At the very least, dating rumors will spread from the fact that I threatened a saint.

… I guess there are only bad things about me, anyway.

Rebecca pursed her lips and swallowed.

I said after confirming that she had finished eating.

“I have a story to tell.”

“which… ?”

“For now, this is not a topic worth discussing here. It’s about the body.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes.

For a woman who knows what’s wrong with my body, it’s a topic to follow.

“I know.”

“Then leave immediately.”

The eyes of the surrounding spectators widen. Rebecca and I talked a few words, and Rebecca followed me, so I was curious enough.

And that curiosity will stimulate the imagination of people and spread rumors.

I shouted at the crowd, planting a little mana.

“If strange rumors about me spread, I will definitely find them and punish them. I promise you in the name of the Philasia family.”

Then, the gossiping voice diminishes.

The price of the name of the Philasia family is enough to make the heads of imaginative spectators pause for a moment.

Of course, it cannot be completely prevented.

I stared at the whole crowd once and left.

Rebecca followed me.

**

Where is the Academy’s most secret place? If you ask me, I usually point to the library that looks beyond the Trea Pavilion.

A library that has been maintained without damage since the first dean, the Archmage Iliad.

All kinds of rumors circulate in the library.

For example, the ghost of the first dean is floating around, or the autobiography of a nobleman is hidden.

It’s a false rumor, but most of the students stop by the library just in case.

And even if that’s not the case, the library is well worth a visit.

An old book in which wizards, swordsmen, and scholars who have been famous for hundreds of years have spread their theories.

Because this library is the place to put them all together.

Therefore, this library is also called a repository of knowledge for the academy students.

However, the opinion that this library is the most secret place is wrong.

The real secret is hidden just below the library.

“You have arrived.”

I took Rebecca to the sewer under the library.

This sewer is the most secret place in the Academy.

“Is this a sewer?”

“Yeah, sewer.”

“Why are you here… ?”

I laughed as I watched Rebecca tilt her head.

Let’s check how long we can keep that expression.

Sewer congestion under the library.

It also appears in the mid-to-late part of the original.

I couldn’t remember exactly, but I remembered hearing the senior maid say there was a dungeon.

“Thorium, Grisha, Petrum.”

I mumbled three words that seemed to have no meaning at all.

Rebecca looks at me with strange eyes.

Kurur.

The inside of the sewer trembled, and then mana was collected.

At the same time, the blue energy created a vortex and created a portal.

Rebecca’s eyes widened.

“What, what?”

“It’s a hidden dungeon.”

“Who doesn’t know that? How do you know that?”

I pondered for a moment and answered.

“I saw it in a book.”

“book?”

It’s not wrong. Because I really saw the information about this dungeon in the book.

The problem is that the book doesn’t exist in this world.

“Just say you don’t want to tell. What is a book, even with an excuse?”

“Really from the book… .”

“That’s Okay. I just won’t listen.”

no it’s real

What should I do with this innocent saint who thinks it is a lie even if I tell the truth?

“So, what the hell is Dean Crepon’s message? You say it has something to do with your body? Find a dungeon like this.”

“I heard there is something in this dungeon related to the energy in my body.”

“yes!?”

Rebecca’s hair is a little lighter, but brighter. I want you to control your divine power. Then it will be the real sun.

“How does the dean know about your condition?”

“I do not know either. However, from the time of the Morax subjugation, the dean already knew my physical condition.”

Information about the sage’s gaze was deliberately omitted.

There is no need to teach that I know the dean’s abilities, and there is no way to know.

Rebecca frowned and muttered.

“Since the battle of Morax?”

“Yeah, the dean came to the hospital room when you weren’t there.”

“What do you say?”

“I knew it was a deadline.”

“How can I get better?”

I shook my head. Rebecca shook her head slightly.

Her blonde hair is losing color a bit. I think the emotional ups and downs are a bit harsh.

I said as I gently stroked her hair.

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of dying until I hear from you.”

“… It’s not up to you.”

“Then who do you think will decide my life? I decide my death. At least, I don’t want to die from a disease like this.”

Even if they say it’s an end-of-life life, it’s changed to ?? now.

And even now, I have no intention of dying.

There are still many things I want to do in my life.

In conclusion, wouldn’t it be too unfair to die while being possessed like this?

Rebecca laughed at my words and muttered.

“Is bluff a characteristic of nobles?”

“Don’t compare me to other nobles. Even if they bluff, I speak the truth.”

“Yes, yes. You would.”

Her hair shines again. It seems that the emotions have been suppressed.

I lifted my hand from her head. No, I was beaten.

“Wait.”

“Well?”

She grabbed my hand with her two small hands.

Then, he puts his hand, which had been slightly raised, on his head again.

“Please touch me a little more.”

“Rebecca, did you have such a taste… ?”

“Oh, no… ! I don’t like that.”

Rebecca glanced up at me and said cautiously.

“Somehow, I feel at ease.”

“What if I stroke you like this?”

“yes.”

tilted his head. Has anyone ever stroked their hair like this before?

When asked that question, Rebecca gave a bittersweet expression and muttered a little.

“Because the body of a saint is sacred and cannot be touched.”

“… … .”

“You said you were raised in the church since you were young, didn’t you?”

“It did.”

“So there was no one to stroke my hair.”

Rebecca sat down on a rock that had risen around her.

He then slaps the rock next to him.

As if telling me to sit down.

As I sit down, she uses my legs as a pillow.

It wasn’t that heavy.

“What are you doing?”

“a little bit.”

Rebecca said as she turned her head and looked straight ahead.

“I’ll be like this for a while.”

Somehow the voice was so mournful and sad that I allowed her to lie down without answering.

“It’s only been 10 minutes.”

“I know. If possible, can’t you stroke my hair too?”

“I want a lot of things.”

I groaned and reached out my hand and parted her hair.

Rebecca mumbled with a bashful laugh.

“You’re complaining that you’re going to do it anyway.”

“Do you want to come down right now?”

“no.”

“Then let’s be quiet for ten minutes and then come down.”

Rebecca nods her head with her knees on her pillow.

I fiddled with her hair again.

It was shining brightly, but the light somehow felt dark.

Also, there is not much strength in the hair.

I felt the story of each character anew.

The settings hidden behind the story that even the author did not know.

Those settings must have come together to make Rebecca.

I swallowed that bitter feeling in the back.

Because I didn’t want to reveal it.

10 minutes passed like that.