Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer - Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 154

154 – Evil Dragon (3)

Under the night sky, there was a space colored like the deep sea. Is it just a simple interior? Maybe it’s a cave or something.

[Why?]

However, there was a man there.

A tall man with black hair and dark eyes.

A pair of horns rising above the head and straight slit pupils suggest that the being is not an ordinary human.

Dragon.

[Did it really have to be like this?]

The man was the evil dragon Bahamut.

[I respected you. That is why I admired him and served him with all my heart.]

Who is the person asking? The question is, who is it aimed at?

There was another man in front of Bahamut.

[…] ….]

[You didn’t trust me?]

Bahamut spoke to the silent man.

It wasn’t an angry voice, but it wasn’t calm either.

It wasn’t anger.

It won’t be a disappointment either.

It was just a very small feeling of betrayal.

I’ll say it again, because the feeling wasn’t that big.

Maybe you just want to hear the reason. You might have wanted to listen and judge the reasonableness of the reason.

And I understand.

Ah, I guess there was a reason for that.

Then I can understand.

[…] ….]

Did you really say that?

Bahamut frowned.

Only then did he realize. This is a memory.

Memories of the past, the last encounter from a hundred years ago.

The last moment I was able to have a conversation with the Dragon Lord Carsilion…….

[Well.]

Right there.

Yongje said:

At that point, Bahamut raised his head, and the fantasy world that had not yet disintegrated was still showing him the image of the Dragon Lord.

The hair was of indeterminate color, so to speak, a jumble of hair. It seemed either briefly burning or stiffly frozen.

He knows that it is something that cannot be seen with the naked eye. The fact that looking at it has no meaning.

But Bahamut did not take his eyes off him.

The reason was simple.

Was it nice to see you?

Probably so. It was nice to meet you, and it wasn’t very easy to look away since it had been a while.

The reason is really not a big deal.

[I have never not trusted you, Bahamut. Is there any reason to doubt your loyalty?]

So he just listened to the story.

These are words I already remember.

But this was a story that was not over yet.

A story that will never end until one side reaches eternal extinction.

And in this section, I am not talking about the Dragon Emperor and the Evil Dragon on each side.

It’s just simple.

Not the Dragon Emperor and the Evil Dragon, but the Dragon Emperor and the rest.

Because this fight was like that in the first place.

[It’s not that I didn’t believe it. I also received a lot of help from you, and it was an incalculable amount of cooperation and cooperation over these eons.]

Yongje said: It’s not that I didn’t trust you.

Now even Bahamut knew that fact.

I know that’s not a lie.

Should we just say that this assumption was wrong in the first place?

‘It wasn’t something that could be compared to bright concepts like faith or trust.’

Bahamut did not know that at the time.

He must have felt betrayed because he didn’t know.

I wouldn’t have been able to understand. And he was constantly racking his brain, generating probably thousands of possibilities and hypotheses.

For example, the Dragon Emperor may have fallen for the devil’s trick.

Or maybe someone is doing all this while wearing the guise of a dragon emperor?

Things like that.

Regardless of the fact that all of those hypotheses were meaningless, at least all of Bahamut’s thoughts had one thing in common: praying and wishing that there was no ‘will of the Dragon Emperor’ in this matter.

He didn’t do it. He knows he wouldn’t do something like this.

[…] ….]

It was an equally foolish self-excuse and shabby rationalization from the foolish evil dragon who considered himself his confidant and close friend.

Now he too can admit that he was wrong.

[Listen carefully, Bahamut.]

What he already knew, what he had heard but thought he had not heard.

I will not ignore you anymore.

[I am. This world is truly good. It’s a world I like.]

Recall every word of what you heard. I reflect. Put it in your head once again.

To never forget again.

[Because there was nothing like this where I originally lived.]

First.

‘My lord was not born in this world.’

[So I don’t plan on leaving anymore. I must have made up my mind about a thousand years ago that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just sit down.]

Second.

‘…… The master’s plan has already been in progress for over a thousand years.’

[It’s unfortunate, but the end comes in every world. Just as a train has a destination and a living thing has a lifespan, it is as natural as an apple falling from the sky.]

And, third.

[Because I hate the end. I plan to postpone that for a moment.]

The Dragon Emperor pushed all his compatriots, including himself, off a cliff.

[There is a full backpack. Anyone who wants to secure space first picks out the useless things in it. Isn’t that right?]

The one who set off the catalyst called the seed of evil and hastened the downfall.

[In addition, if they are particularly large in size, they will inevitably attract attention. Big, useless things. Things that are squeezed inside even though they are not worth it. The selection process is complete. So what should we do with them now?]

In the end, almost 1,000 dragon clans were annihilated.

[I’m just getting rid of things that no longer need to be left in my backpack, Bahamut.]

In fact, everything was for the world.

‘… ….’

Now.

‘Not the same nature.’

Bahamut knew that was bullsh*t.

For peace, for the longevity of the world.

You can see how absurd that sounds just by using a little bit of sparrow brain. It’s impossible not to know, right?

Even if the action was truly for the good of the world, it had nothing to do with the Dragon Emperor.

Why can you be so certain?

[I want to make this beautiful world, where a thousand people can live for a thousand years, into a place where only one individual, ‘me’, can use it for a million years.]

That’s why the Dragon Emperor’s last words were like that.

‘My lord.’

It was a very simple truth.

Bahamut just closed his eyes.

‘Isn’t it too ugly? Something like that…….’

What I muttered inside my mind were words that would not reach me, and at the same time.

This is something I tried to achieve at one point.

*****

The story has ended.

It wasn’t a long story.

However, it is a story that can never make the listener feel good.

“…… Really.”

To put it simply,

“I heard something unpleasant.”

I felt extremely depressed.

A feeling as if something is boiling.

There may be differences between additions and less, but it is certain that everyone in the room shared the same feelings.

Tsk, Tsumei thought, clicking her tongue.

They are just crazy people.

‘Not to mention Carsilion, Bahamut, who still can’t abandon such a bastard, is just as crazy.’

Is it more appropriate to describe them as two crazy bastards?

Maybe even that wasn’t enough.

If you take a bath in lava on a hot summer day, it won’t be this unpleasant.

Of course, she won’t feel the heat again if Tsumei is covered in lava, but-.

Anyway, let alone metaphors.

‘…… I did this to prolong my life. What? Genocide?’

Right now, Tsumei has lost the ability to care about any minor errors. She was in that state.

What was the cause of the uncontrollable anger?

There is no need to look for it.

Kugugugugugu…… !

The reason why her magic resonates with emotions is why the entire basement of the academy is about to undergo a seismic change. That’s right.

It was just simple.

“… ….”

The seed of evil was clearly the work of the Three Kings, but behind it was the Dragon Emperor.

He stopped the beginning of the genocide of his own people.

So, Celine.

It seems he died because of the solvent.

‘Ah.’

Tsu Mei reached out her hand without thinking.

She realized it late, but she didn’t want to worry about that.

Quaak!!

“…… “Wow!”

I moved impulsively and grabbed it impulsively.

Tsumei was feeling refreshed.

The heat felt as if my whole body was melting. The cause was magical power, but paradoxically, magical power may not be the cause.

The fundamental reason lies in emotions.

She couldn’t hold back her anger, couldn’t suppress her feelings, and the lingering regrets she had forgotten began to echo in her head.

-Please do me a favor, Tsumei.

The last thing I heard was that.

We couldn’t even have a conversation.

-Since I consider you my younger brother, Flügel is also your nephew. It is not so?

What happened right before the problem broke out.

It was a voice that came suddenly.

It wasn’t long before she realized that it was a magic communication that spoke directly to her head, but it was too late.

Because Celine’s rampage could not be prevented.

Out of a sense of urgency, I traced Mana’s path back and arrived at the western border of the empire.

It took two days to find a trace there again and move.

She was in a small town with a small population.

Sky Dragon Celine.

She lost her will and the village was annihilated. Since it was already in that state, there was nothing Tsumei could do to change it.

Her hardened tears could not be wiped away.

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Tsumei ground his teeth.

Her pupils were burning with fire.

“The seeds of evil are.”

To repeat, she impulsively grabbed ‘something’ just before that.

“There was a time it inevitably took to bring the host into runaway mode.”

At this moment, it was Bahamut who was held by Tsu Mei’s hand and causing her to struggle.

My bloodshot eyes and sleepy neck have already reached their limit.

Even so, Tsumei did not stop her words.

“I’m sure you had a time like that too. There must have been a reprieve, Bahamut.”

To her now, it was a fact that could not even occur to her that the body she was holding onto was not originally Bahamut’s.

This is because her mind has already become agitated and completely white.

Without any energy left to even think about her basic thoughts, Tsumei nevertheless came up with one possibility.

Her eyes sparkled.

“There must have been time to stop it.”

And spits out her words.

By Tsumei’s standards, it was an extremely reasonable inference.

“Why didn’t you stop me? Why didn’t you tell me or her sister? At least if you had done that, if you had stopped Carsilion with us…… !”

I couldn’t let out my voice until the end. At one point, her throat seemed to be blocked, and Tsumei crushed her parted lips back in the middle, leaving her with no choice but to remain silent.

She was dizzy.

This situation was very confusing to her.

The same thing.

For her, she was born in the same way that no matter what she did, she wouldn’t necessarily hate her.

But what about now?

It is said that those compatriots are now dead to their compatriots.

Not to the devil, but to the Dragon Emperor!

“…… Under.”

A broken laugh escapes my lips.

Tsumei eventually had to release her powers.

Bahamut fell helplessly, but Tsumei no longer paid attention to him. She couldn’t care less.

I just think.

First of all, she didn’t even know if Yongje was still alive.

This is because the disappearance of the dragon emperor also meant extinction.

Meanwhile, she somehow found out about the survival of the Dragon Emperor.

And he also caught one of his minions infiltrating the academy.

Although it was absurd and heated.

In other words, that’s exactly it.

There was no shock other than anger or confusion.

“…… Crazy bastard… ….”

Funny enough, only half a day passed and that didn’t happen.

No, it wasn’t actually funny, but-.

Anyway.

“… ….”

Nothing will change even if you just keep showing off. In fact, it was Tsumei herself who knew it better than anyone else.

So, for now, I decided to calm down.

‘…… Sister.’

I force myself to hold back the tears that well up in my eyes and take a deep breath.

Tsumei bit her lip and tilted her head back.

“Whoa…” ….”

Her sigh at the end of the long silence was complicated.

Still, it may have gotten a little better.

I was able to suppress my anger.

The emotions calmed down.

“Great, write it. Write.”

…… It was around that time that a slight groaning sound was heard from afar.

Tsumei frowned and turned her head.

I’m trying my best to control my mind, but why does that tactless evil dragon make such unnecessary noises?

I was able to endure it well as long as I didn’t rip off his head.

“You’re really being too harsh. Write… ….”

“… ….”

I didn’t notice because of those thoughts. To be exact, it was a little late.

Tsu Mei let out her voice inwardly. Ah.

If you look at it that way, the owner of that body was different.

Her complexion turned white.

“Gwae, it’s okay…” … ?!”

Tsumei, whose mind became urgent, immediately approached her ‘her body’.

So, in the direction where Dante is sitting.

As she was struggling, Tsumei hurriedly approached her and tried to stretch out her hand, but Tsumei only froze in response to the sight of Dante flinching, perhaps as a reflex reaction.

Tsumei, who had been turned into a statue for a very brief moment, soon recovered her hands, which were unnaturally outstretched, like a rusting machine.

She had unintentionally experienced what it felt like to be rejected.

I feel like my heart suddenly jumps and sinks.

I don’t think it will be a very good experience. Tsumei said that without hesitation.

“Ah, um.”

Of course, apart from his reflexive reaction, Dante did not pay much attention to such things, but he was still a little embarrassed.

Anyway, she regained control of her body, but the moment she returned, she felt a suffocating sensation.

“…… That old man, no, the evil dragon was talking about it.”

Still, it wasn’t to the point where she couldn’t speak. Anyway, there was something I needed to talk about now.

Preferably at a time when you can use Bahamut as an excuse.

‘You must prepare in advance. To the Shiryong Corps.’

Dante’s eyes narrowed slightly and at the same time began to take on a serious glow.

After swallowing dry saliva once, his lips slowly began to open.

“The Dragon Emperor’s plan centers on the East.”

I spit out my first words and look at Tsumei.

“So, Dean.”

I’m trying to say what needs to be said.

The thoughts Dante was thinking about right now were nothing else. If it is simple, should it be said to be simple?

The plan was grand, but it could be summarized in one sentence.

The travel club had to go on a trip.

*****

“What should I do? Dante.”

First word.

It was silent.

“I didn’t know that your pained expression could feel so erotic in a different way… ….”

Two words.

Still, there was no answer.

And, finally, three words.

“You’re lucky that your partner is talented at both, right?”

“Please shut that mouth, Flügel.”

I couldn’t bear it anymore.