Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer - Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 175

175 – Agony (6)

The time when the sun sets and the moon rises.

Except for the faint moonlight that seeps in, the whole world is dark.

“…… Hmm.”

A bed whose position has been adjusted so that it can view the moonlight from a distance. Beatrice was there looking out the window with a slightly tired expression.

Even that didn’t last long, and soon I turned my gaze to look at the boy next to me.

Beatrice pursed her lips for a moment, letting out a short drooling sound, and then before she could find anything to say, she looked close to Dante’s face.

A quiet sound of breathing. Obvious. I fell into a pretty deep sleep.

Beatrice’s expression turned slightly disapproving.

I heard the story.

Perhaps it was said that he lived half a life in the world of images with the help of divine power?

It was not something I would ever recommend, but for some reason, the Pope allowed it.

At least Dante’s health was carefully controlled to prevent any major problems, but I couldn’t help but be worried. Why on earth did you do such a reckless thing?

“… ….”

I’ve thought about it that way, but it still goes back and forth and it’s back to the starting point. Beatrice sighed.

In this case, the world of images may have been the safest refuge for Dante.

Beatrice did not want to criticize it as being wrong.

I only heard a short story.

If only I had experienced something like that based on common sense, and now I would have realized the truth related to that ‘possession’. How can you maintain composure?

At least if the person involved was herself, Beatrice couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t fall into a state of panic.

‘I guess it’s amazing just not going crazy.’

Sighing in confusion, Beatrice weakly stretched out her hand and gently brushed away Dante’s bangs.

Is it because I touched it suddenly? He frowned for a moment, but he showed no signs of waking up.

…… I guess I should say I was fortunate, but I was relieved that I had someone to tell Dante everything about this time.

That wasn’t talking about Beatrice herself.

To borrow Dante’s expression, the true owner of the body. ‘The real Dante’.

If you think about it, I didn’t really feel it because it was someone I had never had a conversation with.

However, Dante said that he came out of that world of images after organizing his mind to some extent, and as a result, I think he was able to convey his consolation quite well.

I’m jealous, or I’m upset. Unexpectedly, I didn’t feel that big of an emotion.

‘…… It must have been difficult.’

I just thought that they were bodies with a lot of stories, and even more than that, they were two souls with strange fates.

Beatrice was stroking Dante’s hair impatiently while organizing his thoughts.

As expected, I think we will need to take care of him a little more actively in the future.

Probation was something that was so necessary that it could be said to be unconditional, at least for a while.

The state is unstable, you don’t know what might happen. It wasn’t that kind of story.

Human psychology is weaker than we think, and even if it seems to have recovered once, there are cases where it is accidentally broken.

As much as possible, we had to prevent Dante from being put in a situation where he would suffer a deep psychological blow.

It is the same even if it is a worthy place or person.

Beatrice’s golden eyes sank even deeper.

Yes. It is a person.

For example, the mythical creature that bothered Beatrice the most since it appeared in Dante’s story.

Dragon Emperor Carsilion.

‘You won’t be able to completely prevent contact. If it is as I heard, the Dragon Emperor will not give up his obsession with Dante.’

Wasn’t the reason Dante and Tsumei’s group moved towards the East in the first place was to stop the Dragon Emperor’s plan?

I didn’t know that the Dragon Emperor had something more worthy of wishing for than touching the Seed of Evil and the Flügel.

And that wish, I really didn’t think it would be directly related to Dante, but…

But it doesn’t matter.

The existence of a solvent itself was not good. At least for the current Dante, he will never be a person who can have a good influence.

If it can be prevented, it should be prevented.

He intends to kill Flügel and Tsumei, and now that he is also targeting Dante, the Dragon Emperor is already like a mortal enemy to Beatrice.

Soon she closed her eyes and thought.

‘Let’s become stronger.’

What it came down to was Ilsin’s ability.

There were so many things I wanted to protect.

Ten-year-old Beatrice Louise had no strength. I didn’t have the ability.

That’s why I couldn’t protect it.

I had to just watch the burning village, unable to do anything against the rampaging dragon even as I was suffocating and dying.

There was a terribly heavy feeling of helplessness.

So now, things have to change.

I have gained meaningful abilities.

When she awakened her saintly power, her footing was almost ready.

With her effort, talent, opportunity, and luck, she was a saint who could reach the level of a half-god.

And truly amazingly, although Beatrice did it in an unusual way, she completely laid the foundation for herself to become a demigod.

In fact, she can become a demigod even now if she puts her mind to it.

‘Hmm. Hmm, hmmm.’

The moment that thought came to mind, Beatrice opened her eyes, which she had instinctively closed halfway.

With a very careful movement, she turned her gaze and looked at the boy sleeping next to her.

It was the target of her pure heart.

Beatrice’s toes twitched.

‘…… I could do it. Today.’

Her eyes looking at Dante were tangled with various emotions.

Is it pure affection, or is it an anticipation filled with s*xual desire?

In fact, if she had wanted to, she could have already made it through her first night.

What do you mean you can’t do it?

They had feelings for each other, the place and atmosphere were prepared, and in fact, it was not like her partner and she both had no desire to do so.

Moreover, they must have been able to see through each other’s desires really accurately.

-Sleep, wait a minute.

-Prepare your mind…….

But Beatrice, at the moment when she truly came close to falling into bed with Dante, she took a step back.

With the justification of preparing the mind.

‘Preparation of the mind, D.’

Thinking back to the words she had spoken at that time, Beatrice let out a laugh without even realizing it.

She then moves her small body around, bringing her body a little closer.

He almost hugged Dante’s body like a love doll.

You wrap your arms around his upper body, and carefully raise your legs over his knees.

It was such a difficult position that Dante groaned in real time, but of course it didn’t matter to Beatrice.

Rather, she did it because it was the most comfortable position for her.

After placing her hand on her chest, which has become firmer since becoming her servant, she wiggles her five fingers as if she is a little embarrassed.

Now, her legs are almost anchoring Dante’s lower body to her.

If you look at it from an outside perspective, it will be a very unique posture and composition.

It is not strange to think that you are practicing some kind of gymnastics.

But what is it? At least in this room, there is no one else other than her and Dante.

A complete secret room with no one watching or hearing. It is truly the optimal battlefield for doing business.

But Beatrice had no intention of doing such a thing to Dante, who was sleeping.

It wasn’t about talking about etiquette or ethics.

If they were going to ask about that, they wouldn’t have done something like this to a sleeping person in the first place.

It’s just because she had her own circumstances.

Beatrice laid her head down on Dante’s chest and soon made a sad expression along with a low sigh.

‘For the time being… …. ‘I’ll have to resist the temptation.’

The reason was no different. Right now, she didn’t have the confidence to truly have s*xual intercourse with Dante.

She was not uninterested in s*xual activity. It wasn’t like she was scared for the first time.

At this point, Beatrice had circumstances that made it impossible for her to say that she was truly sorry.

She herself knows well the structure and principles by which her ‘power’ operates, so there is one proposition she can be sure of.

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Her affection for Dante does not disappear, but she falls even deeper in love and eventually ends up having emotional and physical union with him.

She is the apostle of the goddess in the true sense of the word.

She becomes a demi-god, transcending humans.

This was already decided when the source of divine power was diverted from faith.

‘Demigod.’

Beatrice rolled the word around on the tip of her tongue, lost in her deepest thoughts.

I know that there was only one demigod in history who was a saint.

Therefore, the saint had no choice but to leave more records in her church’s old book archives, which would naturally mean that Beatrice had a lot of information to know.

Beatrice knew.

What changes occurred in the nature of the saint who became a demigod?

What are the limitations of being a demigod?

Is it really possible for a human heart to remain intact in such an insignificant being who transcends humans and achieves half divine status? ….

‘…… It will be difficult, I guess.’

Beatrice frowned and thought. She and she remembers. Records of the old book archive.

A saint who becomes a demigod becomes a god in both a good and bad sense.

[When she became a demigod, she developed a personality that could not pay attention to smaller things.]

That meant looking at the world from a more macroscopic perspective.

[She was able to sympathize with the pain and suffering of each person, and at some point, she began to judge everything in the world utilitarianly…….]

I’m not saying it’s bad. I’m not saying it was wrong.

It’s just that it was a very fleeting change in personality.

[Ultimately, a being whose ‘great cause’ is to aim only at prolonging the life of the entire world.]

At least Beatrice didn’t want to go down that path.

[That is the true nature of beings called demigods, who have glimpsed the extremes of divine power.]

‘…… ‘I need to study a little more.’

Beatrice realized the necessity.

What kind of change in character will be faced by one’s own ‘half-god’ who uses love as the driving force?

At least if you compare her to the saints of the time who were based on faith, there will definitely be a big difference in some way.

This was the moment when she decided to explore her wider knowledge.

‘…… So until then, let’s really, really refrain from crossing the line with Dante… ….’

At the same time, it was also the moment when she cut off the starting point of what would become quite a long period of frustration.

*****

Here, there was a girl crying.

“Junior, junior…… !”

The silver-haired girl was as devastated as a saint somewhere, and her mind was disturbed in many ways by the disappearance of her younger brother, her junior, for a month and a week.

As soon as she heard the news, she returned to her academy, and at the same time, she found a boy coming out to meet her.

It’s a familiar face. It was an unforgettable face.

The girl unconsciously covered her mouth and sobbed.

There is no doubt. My junior is back.

“Ah, uh, huh…” … !”

I had a lot to say, and there were a lot of things I wanted to ask.

Even though I kept reminding myself every day that she would definitely be fine, it seems like I couldn’t erase all my anxiety.

The moment I confirmed that he was safe, I just saw all the strength drain from his body.

The girl couldn’t even say a word and just dropped her half-outstretched hand.

I don’t know. I didn’t know what to say first, whether to get angry or cry, so I just babbled in silence.

And the boy was watching the girl’s reaction.

Afterwards, I became lost in thought. Her own relationship with her, her own identity.

I think about it again.

Soon there was only one thing I became certain of.

“Sister.”

You may not be ‘Dante’. He was certainly not a being who could at least call himself ‘Dante’.

But, that is that and this is this.

She was her own older sister, and she herself was her only younger brother.

For now, yes. I guess that’s it for now.

-Even if they are cousins, there is usually no younger brother in this world who looks at his sister as a romantic partner.

It was surprising, but as he remembered the words he heard from his friend in the world of images a few days ago, the boy took a step forward without realizing it.

Approach the girl. After catching her bewildered expression in his eyes, he extends his hand towards her.

He hugged me tightly.

“I like it.”

It was just a word I said instinctively.

I didn’t think much about what happened after that.

Because that wasn’t important to the boy now.

Because right now, I wanted to hug her and hug her as much as I overcame her agony.

“…… Eh?”

The boy didn’t pay much attention to the girl’s reaction.

Maybe she had lost her mind halfway.

The boy remained as a boy, and the girl as a girl, no longer speaking or moving, maintaining their posture as is.

For a moment, their time froze.

“… ….”

The saintess, who was watching the reunion of the two siblings from a little distance away, looked at the boy with cold, dead eyes.

So bad, until the boy pulled away from the girl.