Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer - Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 159

159 – The Devil on the Beach (2)

The devil stumbled, but did not lose his balance.

Apart from the large hole in his chest, he looks quite fine.

Beatrice frowned and thought.

Still, it was a spear of holy light filled with power.

‘It’s not completely fine, but it’s still not a fatal injury.’

It was indeed a devil operation. I never thought he would be defeated easily, but he shows more grit than expected.

If you can hold on like that after being hit once by the Spear of Holy Light, do you think you will see a different reaction the moment you fire ten shots in succession?

With such thoughts in mind, Beatrice first objectively judged her own condition.

In other words, it is power and odds.

The power of the saint is powerful.

Sacred power is the devil’s natural enemy.

From the beginning, it is a fight that you enter with the upper hand, and it should be a fight that you cannot afford to lose even if you want to lose.

The thing about saints and devils.

But.

‘…… The story is a little different if the opponent is a demonic duke.’

Beatrice narrowed her eyes and shook off his hand. The outstretched spear of Holy Light has already scattered and disappeared a long time ago.

It immediately creates a second window.

Wow!!

The powerfully gathered fragments of divine power soon take shape.

Spear of Holy Light, the strongest skill as a saint.

There is nothing more effective against the devil.

So what we focus on is this.

Checks using the Spear of Holy Light and subsequent hand-to-hand combat must also be considered.

“…… Ah really.”

It was at that moment that the devil covering his face spoke out.

“I was quite wrong.”

For the first time, he opens up his instrument (惡氣).

Kooooo!

Black energy soars high into the sky.

A musical instrument that stretches out steadily and turns the blue sky black.

Beatrice clicked her tongue inwardly at that strong momentum, and it was around that time that the vacationers around her noticed the strange incident.

No matter how relatively peaceful the south is, it is still a continent.

There is no one who does not know the existence of the devil and the nine heavens, and to some extent, they can even read the presence of the instrument itself.

“Oh, devil? Why all of a sudden, why in a place like this?”

In the end, thanks to the mutterings of one or two people, everyone on the beach realized the identity of the monster.

A devil who crawled up from the nine heavens.

Some turned around with a look of exhaustion on their faces, while others froze as if they were frozen in place.

It doesn’t matter whether you haven’t finished assessing the situation yet or whether your body hasn’t been able to overcome the instinctive stiffness caused by the sudden appearance of the devil.

Anyway, one thing is important now.

Beatrice gritted her teeth.

Quang!

And hit the bottom. As if resisting the musical instrument trying to dominate the surroundings, the platinum-colored divine power made the space brighter.

The moment when the expressions of those who have not yet been able to move take on a new look of surprise.

“…… Where is the time to pay attention? “Get away from here quickly!”

Wow!!

Beatrice suddenly swatted away the flying chunk of the instrument and then let out a roar.

The bodies of those who had been frozen at the sound of her voice flinched once, but-.

“Oh, let’s go quickly.”

The shout itself was effective in bringing people’s tension down to an appropriate level.

The people who had stopped as if petrified began to move in a hurry one by one.

[…] … Where… ….]

Wouldn’t you like that kind of movement?

The devil turned his gaze and stretched out his fingertips.

The instrument vibrates. It looks like it will jump out of the devil’s hand at any moment.

It felt like it would jump out and explode the heads of those running away.

“Sanctuary, deployment.”

Beatrice pursed her lips and touched the ten fingers of both hands at the appropriate positions.

It was to prevent the devil’s magic from spreading even if it was too much.

Holy magic Sacred Ground.

Originally, it wasn’t something she could unfold with her own strength.

A high-ranking technique that could only be completed with the help of Flügel during the battle in Yeongsan the other day.

It is still not completely unfolded.

Just simplified and simplified. In order to force it to unfold, the area was reduced and the power to be exerted was roughly cut in half.

Nevertheless, the sanctuary was a sanctuary.

[…] … !]

The devil’s already thin eyes were torn even longer.

Are you embarrassed or shocked?

Looking at the reaction, which would probably focus more on the latter, Beatrice did not waste any more time.

In the first place, isn’t sacred barrier the skill in which she is most confident?

Even if it is spread out in the form of a sanctuary, nothing will change.

Bound her demons, and drew them into her own battlefield.

Beatrice’s eyes sank into a deep pure white light.

What does the change mean?

Golden wings were her strength half a year ago, and for her now, the change in her ‘eyes’ is proof of the level she has achieved.

What is a saint, the daughter of a goddess?

The only human girl on the continent who had the potential to reach the realm of demigods was a saint.

Even if she is a demon duke, there is no reason why she cannot be dealt with.

Saaa!

Beatrice waved her hand, and with that light gesture, five orbs of her divine power coalesced in separate places.

Like an orchestra that performs all its actions according to the conductor’s instructions.

There was a result.

“Why don’t you stop harassing the powerless and play with me like you want?”

In total, five spears of Holy Light floated into the air.

Beatrice waved her arms with her confident smile.

It is fired. Quick as an arrow, strong as a crossbow, precise as a bullet.

I repeat, those were five spears of Holy Light.

[…] ….]

This means that no matter how much the devil’s work is done, it is not something that can be easily withstood or blocked.

The devil in the form of a young man twisted his mouth.

[Saint, La… ….]

Immediately, she raises her hand.

Without moving from your seat.

Beatrice’s eyebrows were slightly raised.

Are you planning on blocking it in place?

‘It doesn’t matter.’

Beatrice did not intend to mind.

Because there was a judgment that it was nothing more than a bluff.

There is absolutely nothing that cannot be pierced by the Spear of Holy Light.

It was a belief, a proven fact.

It doesn’t matter if you want to block it in place.

I will look through it while taking that into account!

Boom! Kwagwagwagwang!!

Spears of Holy Light pierced the devil one after another. At least he was definitely stuck where he was standing.

Beatrice could not help but frown.

‘…… ‘The feeling is conveyed.’

The sensation of the body connected to the window of Holy Light, which could also be said to be a kind of notification function, was now being spoken of.

It didn’t work.

Whoop!

At that moment, the smoke cleared.

The devil duke has appeared.

[Did you know I would appear…… ? How?]

And when he spoke, his voice was extremely calm and peaceful.

No shaking.

Beatrice’s expression became heavy.

Isn’t it true that there was no damage?

‘That can’t be possible.’

You can’t avoid being hit. That was impossible.

The Spear of Holy Light is a technique that must be effective even for the Three Kings, depending on the divine power it contains.

No matter how much he is a duke, isn’t he, to put it another way, a ‘mere’ duke?

It would not have been possible to neutralize the current attack using normal methods.

So, what happened just before was a phenomenon that involved something other than a normal method.

Beatrice didn’t bother to comment and began examining the devil’s whole body.

‘Blue spot?’

It didn’t take long to discover the singularity.

Beatrice closed her slightly opened mouth.

The sharpened eyes scan the spots.

It’s like a tattoo engraved on the devil’s body.

What is it? What is a liquor?

What kind of effect are you expecting from that?

[Hey, say something.]

The attack and defense were reversed, and Beatrice continued to observe and measure while calmly passing off the attacks of the demonic duke who was now beginning to attack her.

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‘Spot, spot.’

What I am thinking of, as always, is the old book storage at the church headquarters.

There were books and phrases that I had read at some point.

The spot symbolizes witchcraft. Even if it is magic, it is a form, structure, and type of magic that is worthy of being called a spell.

The color blue had three meanings.

Regeneration and protection. Or, reflection.

I had to find one of them.

‘Accumulation of damage suffered. No way?’

It was a moment when Beatrice’s eyes twinkled even more deeply, and she felt that she was getting closer to the correct answer, even though she was not sure.

Shocked.

Beatrice’s body shook reflexively.

Before I knew it, the devil had taken over my back.

“Pfft…” … !”

It is too late to turn around to prepare.

He projected his divine power into his palm.

The waves that were fired were meant to keep the devil away.

[I’m asking this seriously!]

Quaaang!!

It was no use. The shallow divine power that was only meant to keep things in check did not have the power to push back the demonic duke’s charge.

A single blow.

“…… “It’s big.”

The devil’s outstretched leg kicked Beatrice’s abdomen, and Beatrice, who could not bear the momentary pain, had no choice but to let out a helpless moan.

In other words, what was thrown away was endured.

‘Ah, Pa…… !’

But the shock was very big. Although Beatrice was crying inside, she formed a temporary barrier to prevent a possible pursuit.

The heavy breathing that came out of her mouth meant that her condition had worsened considerably.

Indeed, he was a devil Duke in name and reality.

A class recognized as the rulers of the Nine Heavens.

Beatrice had no choice but to distort her expression.

‘Strong. A lot of that too.’

Actually, I knew. I knew it.

The Demon Duke is strong.

It is impossible to guess the level of achievement achieved by monsters that have lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years, but at least it will not be easy for a girl who has just turned 19 to face it.

What difference would it make if she was a saint?

In fact, he had to be proud of himself that a fight like this could be established.

Beatrice thought that without lying and with all sincerity.

[Your pretty stomach looks bruised.]

It was around that time that the Demon Duke took a step forward.

[Let me confess, I’m a man who doesn’t even have that kind of taste.]

Could that have been said as a joke?

It seemed like he was smiling like that.

“Ha.”

Beatrice just rolled her eyes with a 100% displeased expression.

How many times have I heard this extremely unpleasant harassment?

She just sighed and adjusted her posture once again.

A ring of divine power forms on both of her arms and begins to circle.

“I wouldn’t be happy at all if I had my body praised by a guy like you.”

[Oh my, that can’t be anything other than sad.]

It was said to others as a message to be moderate, but the devil didn’t care and just smiled softly.

A reaction that doesn’t seem to make sense.

With a short sigh, Beatrice decided to admit it first.

It’s not like I couldn’t guess the outcome of this fight.

If this continues, she will lose.

Defeat. Or complete defeat.

When you heard the keyword ‘Devil Duke’, did you really not think of it?

Could he not have calculated the odds of winning?

It wasn’t like that.

‘I knew I was going to lose.’

Defeat is certain. In order to overturn that confirmed future, she ultimately needed to make her own gamble.

“… ….”

Yes, it was.

Now is the moment when gambling is necessary.

‘Phew.’

A short breath exhaled from within.

The shaking image calms down.

‘Whoa…’ ….’

Then, Beatrice closed her eyes without hesitation.

The vision was blocked, and the devil’s appearance disappeared.

[…] … Under?]

Rather, it was the devil who was embarrassed by Beatrice’s unexpected behavior.

Because closing your eyes during battle was an act that deserved such a response.

Because he was a devil who thought of himself as a gentleman in his own way, he did not immediately attack Beatrice, who closed her eyes like that.

I was thinking of waiting for about 5 seconds.

‘Goddess.’

It was his misjudgment.

‘Goddess, are you listening?’

At this moment, Beatrice was trying to talk to the master of her faith whom she had served since she was ten years old.

A quiet secret conversation that takes place in a world of inner images that the devil does not know about.

There was no such thing as time constraints.

Because it was a world of imagination.

‘I have a few things I want to ask. So, I’d like to request a personal interview.’

Beatrice knew.

Your own vulnerability.

Actually, she was the one with the talent that deserved to be revered more than anyone else in the academy, no, more than any teenager on the continent.

Because she was the daughter of a goddess.

In fact, it is difficult to even call her talent, that is.

You can say it is not a talent, but an acquired awakening.

──She had one weakness that couldn’t be ignored.

A problem she knew about long ago, but could not find a solution to.

It was none other than the absence of faith.

‘I don’t worship you. ‘You know?’

No answer comes back.

But you will be listening.

I was confident that there was no hesitation in continuing the conversation.

‘I don’t doubt your existence, but my entrance into Christianity was too sudden for me to have a deep and unwavering faith. So, I would be a bit of an ambiguous child to be revered as a saint.’

Beatrice Louise in the world of imagery.

She was looking up into space.

A colorless being.

A formless being.

It was clearly a goddess.

‘But. I wonder if the time has come, because if I don’t properly use my saintly power, I’ll be left behind a lot.’

I continue speaking.

I reveal my true feelings.

Beatrice looked a little embarrassed, and while she was awkwardly scratching the back of her head, she did not forget to look at the goddess within her.

It was a fixed gaze.

‘That’s why I’m saying this.’

Beatrice’s voice, echoing in the world of images, began to become quite soft around that time.

It may be a bit of an ambiguous adjective to apply to her voice.

‘I don’t think there is anything that can replace faith.’

But without a doubt, it was a voice that could be said to be ‘soft’, ‘soft’, ‘of a fresh girl’, and ‘mixed with excitement’.

Beatrice did not try to calm her pounding heart at this moment.

‘If divine power is a power that arises from believing in something.’

No, in the first place, her throbbing sensation was something she brought out on purpose.

‘If it is an ability given because you deeply respect something.’

I remember.

I remember.

I recalled.

Beatrice.

‘Will you allow me to no longer believe in you, but in the presence of love within me?’

She decided to offer a compromise to the symbol of her faith.

She did not overestimate her own feelings.

It is clear that these are serious feelings.

Affection, affection, and sincerity in the name of pure love.

As a girl, she has fallen in love with a boy, a feeling that may one day develop into an even greater love.

And that, perhaps, is a mortal shackle that is insignificant and useless in the eyes of a transcendent being called a goddess…….

‘But. I am.’

Beatrice.

She hoped that the goddess she once trusted and followed was not such a romantic denier.

‘No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think my feelings are inferior to the faith of other priests.’

Maybe not now.

It may still be insufficient.

But tomorrow. The next day. And the next month and the year after that.

It will change.

That could be certain and guaranteed.

‘Your believer, please help me just once. Goddess.’

That is why Beatrice proposed to the goddess.

‘If you can treat my love as faith, please give me more powerful divine power.’

Divine power was a power to believe in.

Faith was the most suitable and efficient thing to exercise such divine power.

Perhaps that is also a kind of ’emotion’.

‘So.’

Beatrice closed her eyes again.

Now it was time to emerge into reality.

In that sense, I will speak to you for the last time.

Even if the efficiency is not up to par.

Even if it is an emotion that is not suitable for divine power.

If your feelings, this love, this girl’s light childhood affection.

If, in your judgment, you are single-minded -.

‘Give me strength.’

Moreover, please give me a chance to prove it.

Beatrice made such an innocent request.

The waiting time did not last long.

Just before Beatrice opens her eyes.

In other words, right before returning to reality and facing the evil Duke once again.

[■■■■■.]

I heard it.

The goddess’s answer.

“…… Ah ha.”

Suddenly, Beatrice burst into cheerful laughter.

Because that was the inevitable answer.