I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy chapter 125

125. Interview

A mountain of corpses piled up like a mountain,

In between, fresh blood flows like a waterfall.

Blood flowing like a river fills the ground,

The center of a tragedy where even screaming has become a luxury.

Standing on top of those corpses,

A saint who laughs like crazy.

Completely engulfed in the stigma of anger,

The words of a poor child who has come to conclude that all beings in front of him are ‘sinners’.

That was the future I saw,

That’s why it should have been stopped.

No, I blocked it. I thought I had blocked it.

She was sure she had uprooted it.

In Russell, led by me,

The role played by a person named Paula Maria was never that of an executioner for the church.

But, why on earth?

The saint who stands before my eyes right now is-

Does it overlap with what it looked like back then?

Solving all those questions like a thread,

To organize your thoughts perfectly.

Time did not allow.

Bang!

The flame of heaven explodes,

Manatan is heading straight for Paula.

The sound of Adela grinding her teeth was heard.

“Please…”

The desire that leaked out.

That one syllable word contained many meanings.

Please, I hope this can stop those steps.

And, I hope you don’t die from this blow.

Although Adela had even less understanding of the situation than I did, she shared the same thoughts as me.

A colleague with whom I had shared ups and downs until yesterday,

The feeling of not wanting to kill with my own hands.

As if to represent those inner thoughts,

The mana bullet that Adela fired was aimed at Paula’s arm her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her.

As a result,

It was a completely useless consideration.

Woe!

Cutting through the wind,

Manatan arrived right in front of the saint.

A distance that could have been easily avoided.

However, Paula did not even show the will to avoid, and she ended up walking with only eyes on me.

Bang!

The moment when you and Manatan intersect,

I flicked it away with my small hand.

Manatan soared into the air and disintegrated,

Paula’s steps did not stop.

“This can’t be right…”

Adela’s voice filled with astonishment.

She was like that.

Even if there is someone who has blocked Heaven’s blow so far,

There was no being ‘thrown away’.

Adela and Scarlett saw the scene,

Only then did I properly sharpen my body.

The heavenly flower levitating in the air became three ki,

Scarlett held out her hand to me.

I knew the meaning of that hand.

“…Ivan. Quickly.”

Sinchang Rampage.

Scarlett’s maximum power sleeping in my pocket.

She was asking for it,

I…

“We have to stop it first, quickly!”

“…”

He took out a new spear.

Sigh!

Scarlett receiving Rampage.

And, Adela continues to fire mana bullets and slows down the saintess’ steps as much as possible.

And… Me.

The first thing to rush in was

It was Scarlett, after all.

Hua Ah!

With skills that have become so proficient,

Scarlett awakens the divine spear and rushes towards the saint.

She was a saint who carelessly struck down all the mana bullets, but she could not ignore Scarlett, who blocked her with her body.

Quack!

Unique thunder sound.

A ferocious hitting sound rang out.

Scarlett also had no intention of killing Paula,

The moment she competed with the saint who blocked Rem Page with her right hand, she seemed to have awakened her instincts.

It’s not a situation where someone is looking after who.

If you don’t give your best,

It will be you who dies.

Next is Adela,

The fact that I will be next.

Therefore, the second sum was sharper.

Bang!

If Scarlett had been faced with her saint alone, she would have given her all her with each swing.

Behind her is Adela,

Also, because I was there.

Scarlett rather strikes sharper than heavy blows.

Paula’s counterattack allowed due to insufficient strength…

“Bloodline…!”

Kwaduk!

I stopped it.

The immense power immediately tore the blood world apart, but-

The reaction definitely existed.

Even if it was only for a second, the saint’s body stopped.

And-

Kwaaang!

A saint facing Scarlett.

On the other cheek, three thousand mana bullets were struck at once.

With the explosion, thick smoke filled the space between the saint and Scarlett.

Seuuu-

And then the smoke cleared.

Paula’s face frozen in it.

What remains at the spot where the three petals hit is-

“…Do not disturb.”

Just one scratch.

Even that was filled with flesh in an instant, accompanied by a crackling sound.

The saint’s sparkling eyes pierced through me.

The stigma of anger. The owner of that stigma.

Velen dyed the entire night sky of Russell red,

The cleric grabbed him all by himself.

Paula is a master of the same level as them.

An overwhelming being chosen by an evil god.

Natural disasters, too daunting to face in an unprepared state, have begun to move again.

Kwak-

“…Where.”

Scarlett grabbed me by the collar,

The saint also made a new judgment.

Before eliminating me, the enemy of the church,

It’s faster to catch and kill the wild dog in front of you.

Bang!

A melee has begun.

A melee that not even the blood world nor the heavenly world can intervene in.

Arms and spears interlock and sparks fly,

Death eludes Scarlett at every moment.

The workshop of trance.

And, Adela, who was watching the gruesome fight, was standing by my side.

“…”

I was there.

As if I had lost my way, I stopped and searched my mind endlessly.

I had to come to my senses.

Scarlett won’t last long.

With his genius physical sense, he is somehow wasting time, and it is a battle that will eventually collapse.

If so, I.

What should I do?

Do we really need to devise a plan to ‘get rid of’ the maddened saint from now on?

I thought.

“Runaway.”

I decided to burn my stamina.

To use up the time Scarlett is earning by scraping it to the bottom.

By concentrating all the blood in the body to the head, I made time only for thoughts.

Actually, I knew it.

Every cell in my body cried out that I had to use ‘that skill’ that I had tried to save until the very end.

But.

Is that really the best?

A moment that may never come again.

I pondered again the questions I had put off.

‘Why?’

Why did Paula become like that?

Even if this world is strangely twisted from what I knew, is this possible?

No.

It’s not that I don’t want to believe it, it’s just a conclusion I came to after cooling my head.

A saint who lived a normal life,

You won’t go crazy overnight.

Then, what remains.

‘Cult leader.’

Not willingly, but willingly.

Someone ‘forcibly’ stimulated that stigma.

In that case, the only ‘someone’ under the sun who can do that is the religious leader.

Now in Russell, a cult leader has entered.

If so, only the last question remains.

‘Why didn’t you come with us?’

To make Paula like that,

It means that the teeth of the religious denomination are clearly revealed.

It is natural to assume that he came here with purpose.

The ‘him’ that the saintess was muttering about earlier would not be Arca, but the orders of the religious leader.

The cult leader got rid of me,

Trying to bring down Russell.

Then why, that saintess who can be said to be the most powerful force in the religious order, excluding the religious leader.

Did you send it alone?

If they had come together, or if they had sent priests with them.

Things would have been easier…?

Eventually, the thought that reached that point,

It made me bet on one possibility.

‘It was twisted.’

Any variable is fine.

To me, just as the variable of Paula’s runaway fell from the sky,

Someone blocked the leader’s path.

It’s not that he didn’t come,

He can’t come.

It was just a guess without physical evidence,

I decided to bet on that possibility.

And, at that moment.

Quang!

Scarlett crawled out and fell.

She flew right in front of me, and after somehow catching her, I looked at her condition.

“Scarlett.”

“…Are you okay. “I’m fine.”

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It didn’t look fine at all.

Scarlett not only has many small wounds all over her body, but her school uniform is torn to pieces.

She is the one who protects me on the front lines.

And, even Adela.

I spoke to two people at the same time.

“Run away.”

“…What?”

“What does that mean?”

“It means to get out of the way.”

I took a step.

I moved my feet, which I couldn’t bring myself to move, and began to move forward toward Paula, who was approaching me.

Kwak-

Scarlett grabbed my arm,

I bowed my head.

“Please.”

This is not advice. It’s not even an order.

“…”

Please.

Not instructors and students,

I bowed my head as a human to human.

Scarlett looked straight into my eyes,

Adela couldn’t do that.

Riding on the cheeks of a bold young lady,

A teardrop fell.

“I don’t like it…”

I wanted to wipe away those tears,

Because there was no time to get emotional.

“…What are you going to do?”

I decided to leave only a short answer.

“I did this to you too.”

“…”

“Before that, I also did it to Miss Adela.”

What should I do?

That question is fundamentally wrong.

Until the saint became like that,

What have I done?

First meeting.

Confession.

Misunderstanding. Solution. And a promise.

After counting all those events as ‘they never happened’,

To overthrow Paula as the boss.

“This is a personal interview.”

Our relationship has already become so deep,

Because I had no doubt that the saint who approached me would also think the same way.

Rather than killing a saint,

Because I believe that returning it to its original state is the right answer.

Because that’s something only I can do.

After stroking Adela’s head once,

Spurred her steps.

And Scarlett, as always,

You trusted me.

“…I know that when I die, I won’t be buried properly.”

Although it did come with a chilling warning.

I was finally able to meet alone with the saint.

“Ivan Kherson.”

She called my name.

I think it’s probably the first time.

“Do you have any last words?”

And, I heard.

Her ‘unnecessary’ question.

The owner of the stigma who went crazy.

The reason why the Blood Saint left a comment that she had no reason to say or say.

Most likely, it has something to do with the slight trembling of the voice.

I finally became convinced.

That my choice was not in vain.

Paula, like me,

Inside the cloudy eyes, inside the beyond.

That I am resisting the fate given to me.

That’s why I smiled sheepishly and answered.

“It’s a bit much.”