I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy - I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy chapter 132

132 – Regita -14

“Jekiel-sama, are you feeling better?”

“Wow… You really worked hard.”

It takes quite a lot to cut ermethylene… No, he had to consume almost all of his mana, so my Kiel was taking a break.

Like a chick discovering something for the first time, Ruin and DeMerry ask him how he is doing.

“All right. It’s okay, let’s go out.”

However, the current Jekiel did not even have the time to accept that worry. It is best to briefly gesture and tell them to leave.

“Zekiel Niim… “

However, despite Jekiel’s order to celebrate, Demery could not leave easily.

Making work difficult and loyalty are two different things. He had a loyal heart and years, so he was not the only one to worry about.

Sariel, who was watching from afar, burst into laughter as if the situation was amusing.

“Are you tired of just doing that? There’s nothing wrong with being a sin.”

“It’s not even a sin anymore.”

“Still, I commend you for your attitude. I didn’t even think of pushing out my mana in order to gift it to someone else. Hey, I couldn’t even imagine that.”

Poof!

Jekiel easily accepts a vial thrown by Sariel. For some reason, just looking at the elixir with a slight blue aura calmed me down. Maybe because it resembles a lake?

“What is this?”

“It will help you recover your mana. They say blood is the best for vampires, but it’s not like there’s blood here.”

“Thank you.”

Push the medicine bottle into your mouth at once. It was a small amount in the first place. The taste was not bad though.

There are people who want to be alone when tired and tired, and there are people who want to share time with someone else.

Of the two, I belonged to the former. The little bit of Zekiel’s spirit left in his body seemed to welcome him even more.

So, I took turns looking at everyone. It meant that now that I understood enough, please really go out.

Fortunately, everyone moved away this time.

“Ha ha.”

It was only then that I put my hand on my forehead and enjoyed my free time. I felt aches and exhaustion all over my body.

“If you ask me to do it twice, I won’t be able to do it.”

After mumbling until there, I noticed that there was someone else besides me.

I don’t feel as bad as having someone else listen to me talk to myself. I quickly turned my head to confirm the identity of the one who had not yet escaped.

And without knowing it, I tilted my head. A person I hadn’t even thought of was standing there.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hello. Um, hello.”

The one staring blankly at me was none other than Regita.

Usually, Regita didn’t seem to have any thoughts, perhaps because she couldn’t keep her sanity, but today she hovered over here as if she had some business.

“I asked what happened to you.”

“Um.”

She purses her lips, but she can’t quite say anything.

It doesn’t seem like he can’t speak because he’s nervous, trembling, or hesitant, he just seems to be careful in choosing words.

“Why. Why?”

“Why?”

Regita nods her head.

“Why are you making a greatsword?”

Aha. Her question seemed to be just why I was making a greatsword and gifting it to her. It’s not really a difficult question to answer.

“Because it’s more helpful for me to have you come to your senses.”

“Spirit? Help?”

“Yes.”

“……”

Regita came towards me and she suddenly started to massage my calves.

Because it was an act I didn’t expect in the slightest, I couldn’t let go of that hand and asked.

“What are you doing?”

“Help. Me too.”

She seems to have understood her situation only to the extent that the existence of me was giving her what she called ‘help’ anyway.

So it seems that she is giving back that ‘help’ to me now in her own way, but the way she did it was a bit embarrassing.

It seemed that she wasn’t even used to being massaged. He was kneading my calves with such strong force as to crush them.

I felt like my legs would really break if I left it like this. I removed that hand.

“Are you planning to kill me?”

“No. Help. I’m just trying to help.”

“Tsk.”

I clicked her tongue once briefly and then gently cupped her shoulder with one hand.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Regita’s face. Weird. In the past, even if I touched her body, she would have a blank expression.

Anyway, I gently rubbed her shoulders about three times.

“You can do it with this much force. Perhaps if what you are trying to do is a massage.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

I nodded her head in succession, and only then did Regita step back a bit. As she opens and closes her hand in the air, she tries to remember the century.

“Over there.”

“Why?”

Regitta thought hard about something for a while. She returns to her usual goofy face.

“No. Nothing.”

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It took two full days to replenish her depleted magical power.

Even that was thanks to the magic medicine. Since it was an isolated space with runes, there was no means of recovery other than naturally replenishing mana.

Still, once the greatsword is completed, Regita will be fine. What is it that gives you great power?

That’s why it’s absolutely impossible to do it roughly.

Jekiel went to Sariel’s workshop while adjusting his clothes. And, without realizing it, I vomited.

“……No!”

Kang! Kang! Kang!

Sariel was vigorously pounding Ermethylene, which Jekiel had cut to a certain size, with a hammer.

Of course it’s nice to see Sariel working hard. However, it was natural for Jekyel to vomit his flagship because of the explanation he had heard from Sariel before.

-Of course, hammering should be done by someone who uses a greatsword.

“What are you doing?”

Jekiel hurriedly grabbed Sariel. But Sariel just stares at Zekiel.

One second. This second. Three seconds.

A cold stillness descends, then a sudden burst of laughter.

“That’s a joke. Starting from hammering, it’s okay if I just do it.”

“Why did you lie like that?”

“Well, to tell you the truth, it doesn’t seem like this will happen in two days?”

“This is absurd.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Is there a compelling reason? The reason why I must recover and walk to this workshop by today.”

“Yes. Of course there is. So I guess I didn’t tell a white lie like that?”

Sariel grins and picks up the heated ermethylene with tongs.

“I must knock on this today. See it with your own eyes. How it is made Shouldn’t you see this?”

“Is that why?”

Incredible confidence as a craftsman. But at some point I also come to think that this is a good reason.

Kaaang!

Sariel resumes hammering.

Can, can-can, can-can-can-can,

The more you hit it, the louder it sounds. It’s not like the speed of hitting has increased or anything. However, the number of Sariel was increasing.

Sariel fills the workshop within one, two, three, four.

One of Sariel let out a hot ermethylene and groaned.

“Hit as hard as you can!”

Kaaang! Kaaang!

Other Sariels wielded hammers that were bigger than their own bodies and pounded them. Sparks danced and bounced in all directions.

‘It was a good reason.’

The appearance of Sariels moving in perfect order was an art in itself. Rather, I feel grateful to Sariel for showing me this kind of scenery.

“Hey. Jekyll!”

At one point, Sariel shouted Jekiel’s name.

Is there anything I can help with? Jekyel approaches Sariel, but she does her job in silence.

Sariel smiled softly as she saw Kiehl, who was standing awkwardly beside her.

“A heart that can even give up its heart for the one it loves. Is it still the same now?”

It took less than a second to answer.

“Of course.”

“Good!”

Roaring!

As soon as Sariel smiled, the charcoal burned and radiated fierce heat. Even the flames seemed like a kind of smile to her.

As she stood her hand near the flames, she felt the heat on her and smiled.

“The fire burns well. In fact, every craftsman has at least one spark like this in his heart. Mine was off all the time.”

“Um.”

“I thought it would never turn on again… I couldn’t have imagined it. I never thought that the love of others would light a fire.”

Her voice resonates in a muffled and clear voice.

“…I hope this greatsword is useful. I’ll make you a greatsword containing everything I have. So, use that fire to burn a bunch of other guys. Like it burned me.”

The craftsman’s momentum was so great that he couldn’t say anything.

And then.

Again, Sariel started hitting her hammer.