Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death - Falling in Love at the Academy Means Death chapter 114

Fondant-

The Chimera’s head, which had been severed first, fell into a ditch, and then his enormous body rolled backwards.

And after I cut off the Chimera’s head with a single knife, the system log popped up.

[You have defeated a powerful enemy.]

[One stat free point is given.]

[Select the stat you want to raise.]

It was a pleasant message. It must be the timing to receive a reward for accumulated combat experience. I looked at my system log.

[Name: Johan Esperts]

[Class Rating: Main Character]

[Strength: 2, Agility 5, Sense 7, Health 5, Charisma 4, Wisdom 8]

Investing in agility is the right direction if you simply want to raise your fighting ability. This is because agility creates synergy when combined with senses.

However, considering the future events with Bastia, it’s better to put strength on it. This is because the skills that can be learned from the swordsmanship teacher as a reward for [Bastia’s New Ceremony] are affected by the strength level.

After thinking for a while, I chose power. I looked at my abilities with a little satisfaction.

[Strength: 3, Agility 5, Sense 7, Health 5, Charisma 4, Wisdom 8]

3 corresponds to the average value. In other words, my strength now met the standard of an average male age.

Even physically, the sword felt lighter than before. it’s got strength

“John, are you okay?”

“yes. it’s okay. Let’s bring Hoan.”

“I’m fine too.”

Hoan walked out of the thick dust. There were traces of washing with water, but the blood that continued to flow out of his mouth explains his internal injuries.

First of all, I’m relieved that he can walk. I began to ovulate the body of the chimera, whose head had already fallen off, as he walked.

Fuuk- Sshaak- Kwajik-

“… John?”

I felt sorry for Adrinne, who withdrew with a frown, but this was an unavoidable procedure. Chimera’s blood gushed up wherever the sword passed.

Pussik- Pusik- Puuk-

As the huge flesh was cut off, the canal was stained with blood. I continued to cut and said to Adrine, who was making a bad expression.

“It may not be the first time you see it. Haven’t you already experienced combat? Even in the clock tower. Also on the first march.”

“It is, but… Why now?”

“To avoid giving Kirov room to ‘reassemble’.”

“John… Are you sure she made it?”

“yes. I’m sure Please take care of the guardian knight who had to eat too much for us rather than me.”

I let go of Adrine’s interest like that and quickly dismantled the Chimera. Then, cleverly avoiding their gaze, he took the [venom bag] connected to the Chimera’s esophagus. I hope you don’t need that, but if you ever need to use a trick within the academy, this [Venom Sac] will be a useful item.

Thinking that I had spawned enough chimeras, I looked at Joan and Adrinne. Apparently, I looked hideous as I dug up the corpse covered in blood.

And I had something to say to them.

“Adrine, do you remember the first march?”

“… Then, what are you talking about?”

“On the march… There was a time when I asked for a slap in the back of the head because I wouldn’t speak for a while.”

Hoan put on a bizarre expression, and Adrinne nodded shyly. I continued.

“Like that time, I won’t be able to speak for a while.”

It is an inevitable step. The aftereffects of using the [Goblin Illusion] will surely come upon me. To avoid fainting here, you have no choice but to use [Auto Skip].

“If you get out of here, please hit me in the back of the head.”

“… I know.”

“And Joan.”

I looked at Hoan, who was looking at me without answering. I felt it a little while ago when I fell into the water, but I have a feeling that my relationship with this guy is going in a bad direction. With that in mind, I calmly continued.

“Do you remember that assassin?”

“It’s not even that old.”

“Did he hear anything about the way to the waterway?”

There is a reason why even I, the developer, do not know about the structure of the canal. This is because the structure of this waterway is randomly generated each time you play the game.

Fortunately, Hoan nodded and said.

“yes… there is.”

“Did you draw a map or something?”

“no. I’m just memorizing… But I don’t know the way from now.”

“Why?”

“Because the passage he gave me wasn’t the route to go this way.”

After thinking about it, I realized that it made sense. Unless you have a sword that can cut through bars like me, you won’t be able to think of going in and out of the place we came in.

“Then where am I?”

“I do not know. I’ve never seen the inside from the outside, so it’s impossible to enter that route from outside the academy. I don’t know if it’s the other way around.”

I nodded my head with a little regret.

“Still, you are probably the one who can recognize the route well. Please guide us well.”

“… All right.”

I hope you don’t have to assume that you encounter other monsters here. I don’t know much about it, but it seems that a monster of the size of a chimera would have conquered this place earlier.

And even so, it couldn’t be helped. Because the dizziness was coming. I said softly.

“Use skill, [Auto Skip]”

Then my consciousness subsided quietly.

***

Generally, water leaves no footprints. Therefore, it is almost impossible to find traces of someone who has stepped on the water. It’s impossible for even the most seasoned Ranger to infer something based on the traces ‘flowing away’.

However, in this world, there are people for whom such a general theory does not work. Wizard Kirov was such a person. With the lamp in her hand, she was examining the outlet of the academy’s underground canal. Reading the traces the water remembers.

Reading that only she can do.

The splashing water droplets speak. Waves spreading in ripples report. The spreading water bubbles accuse.

After reading their reactions for a while, Kirov’s mouth opened.

“There were three guys who came in… .”

Kirov ran his tongue through his dry lips and walked away again. The waterway here also serves as a kind of sensory barrier for her. To her, the waters here are like limbs with nerves.

“There is actually only one Ben.”

Looking at the chimera’s intestines floating around the corner, Kirov frowned slightly.

“Stupid bastard. I made it so that I can grow on my own, but I only fall for three guys.”

The impressions of the intruders that water had told her about were people she knew. One day, a trio of people came in for a visit.

And there is a yellow-haired girl who proved herself to be a princess.

Kirov remembered what the girl had said.

‘You, Kirov, have you made a half-baked person who is not even sure of his guilt!’

‘Immediately transfer this person to a military medical facility.’

‘If he doesn’t recover, you will have the same experience.’

And because of her, there was a student he had to let go. It was a student he had an attachment to. A short boy who did not even think that rehabilitation would be possible in the first place.

However, the student completely betrayed her expectations. Of course, I remembered the name.

Sabaki Taro.

A coveted little boy who stubbornly endured his own torture.

After walking away for a while, Kirov was able to double check the traces of the boy.

The sword that ran along one wall, scraped and split the stone itself.

In that swordsmanship, it was felt that an experienced swordsman must have polished it. And under the sword, there were two pieces of wood.

It was a magic imprint.

She made them and hung them all over the waterways.

Kirov picked up a piece of wood that had been cut in two and tried to fit the severed parts together. The intaglio engraved on the palm-sized piece of wood is the image of water that she often associates with.

Three curves that continue to bend.

Kirov tried to empathize with the person who damaged it. Leaving this sword mark and leaving this piece behind proudly shows the wrath of the person who damaged it. ‘I’m going to kill you’ is like a letter from a lover promising a reunion.

“okay. Come on, kid.”

It’s fun to thoroughly destroy a person. Moreover, it is even more so that the opportunity to destroy the object that has been disturbed again comes. She walked away with a happy thought.

“Because I’ll make you pretty this time too.”

There was no one to accept Kirov’s self-talk. She extended her magical influence for a long time. It was like widening the neuronal range.

sigh-

The water that flowed along the canal split on both sides. The sound of the water rubbing was chaotic, but the neatly divided waterways reminded me of the ceremony of well-trained soldiers. Kirov, looking at the improvised road without much inspiration, began to walk quietly along the forked road again.

I can’t say it’s a pleasant environment. There are also areas where the water has rotted from feces, filth and puddles. But the foul smells didn’t stop her searching. During torture, you experience all kinds of stench that humans can give off. And she was a human being who felt joy in such things.

30 minutes to walk like that.

She has reached her final destination.

The remaining walls and chains connected to them.

This is a site where torture was once practiced. And the torturer was not himself.

She recalled the memory of the first time she found this place.

Pooh- Pooh-

Intermittent breathing sounds.

The breathing sound that was not smooth means that the person has something filled in their mouth. And the fact that breathing is repeated in the same position means that the opponent is bound.

During the rainy season, a prisoner was confined to a space where water was supposed to be stored. Gagged, with all his fingernails missing, he moaned lowly, tied to stakes and chains driven into the wall.

It was a familiar scene for her.

Literally a torture site.

And she had a distinct philosophy after torturing countless sinners. It was about torturing people.

Torture is like a conversation with the accused. And the skilled torturer always juxtaposes hope and despair. And he himself feels joy at the moment when his opponent finally loses hope.

Therefore, the means of torture are always secondary. It is the same whether using tools, heat, poison, hunger or loneliness. The important thing is the message through the conversation.

The traces of first aid that appeared throughout the body of the defendant and the wounds that were divided and distributed were similar to those of a craftsman. The torturer played the accused character as if he were handling a musical instrument with care.

However.

in that sight.

There is no ‘despair’.

The torturer did nothing to the accused that left permanent scars. This means that the torturer is performing purposeful torture with his emotions dead.

I can only say it’s rude.

This was against her aesthetic of torture.

“Maybe the country boy will come too.”

Kirov remembered the princess’ guardian knight and turned around.

“The despair you couldn’t convey, I will deliver.”

That was it. A tribute to the Chimera he worked so hard to create.

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Now was the time to prepare for the real big day.