I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy chapter 127

127. Saint

Paula was a fake heroine.

He was a boss who had to be overthrown, following the royal road of clichés, an enemy he thought he was an ally.

At least, that’s how she was in the game.

It was also a future that could not be changed.

So, the end of Paula that I saw.

The peak of that powerlessness.

As she befits her fate as the’master of anger,’she could be seen as a wild animal completely consumed by that emotion.

But, this time is different.

Her fate was twisted from the beginning,

The person who played it was none other than me.

From the very moment Paula struck her head with the Bible, here in the temple.

Me and her, we escaped from the royal capital.

She started walking down a path she had never taken before.

What awaits her at the end of the road… I can’t guarantee.

I had to check.

And, because decisions that deviate from the norm come with a price.

As a stake to prove my firm belief, what I put on the gambling table is-

“It seems like things are going back and forth now.”

It was my life.

A black saint who came to punish me following the orders of the religious leader. Her dagger pierced my abdomen.

I did not use the power of jealousy.

If I had used it, at least I wouldn’t have had to open my eyes and get stabbed like this.

He might have been able to escape with the remaining heroines. Maybe I could have cut down the being in front of me.

But, because I didn’t want to do that.

Because I believed in Paula in front of her and in the ‘her her self’ I left behind for her.

I wanted more results than that,

Because the child who deserves to use that ability hasn’t even arrived yet.

I was desperately trying to take my time,

I was able to reach the end.

“It’s okay.”

The back of her her neck her her her. Brand of anger.

At the root of the will filled with malice that the cult leader crushed.

“Everything will be okay, Paula.”

I put my right hand on her.

Pajik!

Absorption. The root of my stigma and the driving force of my growth.

But this time, it was completely different from the usual feeling of eating as much as I could.

“…Ugh.”

Memorization strong enough to make you moan.

I carried with me the reverberations of the cult leader dominating her body.

The power of the cult leader that flows continuously like a deadly poison would be more than enough to completely destroy me.

I risked everything,

Because there was nothing more to lose.

Rather than trying to numb the pain with a half-hearted moan, I raised my head and looked at Paula.

“Instructor…”

Her cheeks with tears streaming down.

The light has completely returned to those eyes.

The order given to her by the religious leader.

The moment the order to kill me was resolved, the hint was momentarily weakened significantly.

Prying through the gap between reason,

The original Paula could come out.

However, that gap was also a crack that was created because she did not give up and accepted it.

With a proud heart,

She said this:

“I… Don’t know that misery.”

“…”

“A character created. Brainwashing and torture. “The pain of completely denying the life built on it.”

Born in an orphanage,

After being taken to the cult,

The life of becoming a saint.

Not even an ounce of autonomy was allowed in her life, and she had no choice.

But.

“That’s why I’m proud of you.”

She overcame it.

She accepted her own painful shame and succeeded in regaining her spirit.

If she is like that.

“Even if it is said that those footsteps were determined by someone else’s will. Even if it is a strength given to me by someone else…”

You can do it.

Instead of being a wild dog of a religious order, you can be reborn in a completely new direction.

Before I knew it, I was convinced of that,

So, at some point, I may have stopped thinking about ‘the time to kill Paula’.

“That anger can be directed to the right place. “I have no doubt about it.”

Consciousness is fading.

Sensation throughout the body, including the abdomen, gradually becomes dull, and drowsiness begins to pour in like crazy.

After all, I was stabbed by her sword and absorbed her her demonic energy her

It’s okay to talk like this.

Still, I wanted to hear an answer.

“Who are you?”

“…”

Fake heroine.

Dog of the Order.

The protagonist of a narrative that should have ended in tragedy.

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“…I am.”

She returned a short answer,

I closed my eyes as if I was falling asleep.

—

A struggling human being is beautiful.

Even if you pour everything you have, struggle, and resist until the end.

The expression on the face of a person helplessly facing a predetermined ending, as if it had been ‘already decided’, is nothing short of beautiful.

Okay. Just like now.

“This is what happens in the end.”

Ivan and Ivan, both of whom were leaning against the wall, collapsed as if they were collapsing.

The back of a saint holding a bloody dagger and looking down at him.

The scene was so stark that even asking what happened felt meaningless.

The religious leader who arrived there smiled shallowly.

“Good job, Paula. After all, you never disappoint me.”

The tailed instructor has no doubts,

The time I earned by giving up my life.

Fresh blood, as if ridiculing that belief, continues to flow, soaking the walls and ground.

The instructor named Miho was just a human,

The saint was his greatest toy his,

Ivan, who had made him anxious for a moment, was ultimately unable to change the saint’s heart.

And, what is above their heads.

The one who had enough power to force their fate was none other than the religious leader.

This was just the expected result.

A saintess slowly turning her head.

I thought so until I checked the ‘small variable’ in those eyes.

Paula answered.

“…Not really.”

The light returned to her eyes

The black stigma that had grown up to her right cheek she was gone, and here was a girl shedding only bloody tears.

The leader sighed inwardly.

“You’re broken.”

The saint was broken.

I denied the engraved stigma and also shook it off.

It could be her her Ivan’s last struggle her her her, or her her her her her own growth her her her. Or maybe both.

I wasn’t particularly curious.

Ivan and Miho. Now that those two are dead, there is no one strong enough to stand in the way of getting rid of Russell.

The saint who completed her mission but was broken,

All he had to do was get rid of it himself.

It’s just ‘a regrettable but unavoidable thing.’

Because dishes can be made again someday.

The leader slowly began to move her steps.

It went towards the defective product that was reduced to a mere human being, not a saint or anything else.

“That’s funny. This is truly ridiculous.”

Literally, it was a funny sight.

All that was left for the saint to come to her senses was that she had killed her teacher with her her own hands her her her.

But, she answered.

“…Everything.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll give it back.”

The leader eventually burst out laughing.

I madly ridiculed the child in front of me who was denying reality.

“You’re going to give it back? How? What can you do? You killed the teacher who was supposed to protect you, and then denied that stigma. “What can you do?”

Indecisiveness.

The words of a defective person who neither had the confidence to live as the teeth of the church nor the master of anger, nor the ability to come to his senses before it was too late.

“You are nothing now.”

And, the girl in front of me answered.

“No.”

What he also noticed was,

It was around that time.

“I am a saint.”

“…”

“I just don’t trust you.”

The flow of air began to subtly twist, and dawn began to drift around her.

The moon in the night sky,

Even though it is still covered by clouds.

“You are the one who created me, even if it is a nightmarish body with the brand of an evil spirit engraved on it.”

“What…”

“I believe that it was never you who revealed my true mission.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

It was an inevitable sight.

Ivan’s blood constantly overflowed.

It suddenly stopped and the wound began to heal.

And, above all.

What makes the cult leader frown.

“I am not an executioner who punishes evildoers.”

Girl’s face. It was the sight of a stigma growing on that cheek again.

It is fundamentally different from the shackles given by Arca and honed by the sect leader.

“She is a saint who comforts all those who have died.”

Pure white stigma.

The leader gritted his teeth.

A blasphemy that is unthinkable. In that act, he unleashed his will to kill without mercy.

“… If you insult his blessing her any further, I will slaughter you until you beg me to kill you.”

Supreme and omnipotent, his master

Arca’s choice. The stigma is like proof.

I couldn’t forgive myself for writing it that way,

Paula paid no heed and placed her hand on the fallen Ivan’s forehead.

“Even though it was a wild dog endlessly chasing the tip of your finger, and a monster that dwelled on pointless anger.”

And, the religious leader realized.

I was so trembled that my steps stopped.

Now, here. At her fingertips

“Now, I will direct my anger towards the right place.”

The most unholy miracle was repeated.

Hua Ahhh!

The white light that hovered over her body

That light surrounds the instructor.

And…

Sigh-

It happened.

A guy who wasn’t even breathing and had already crossed the threshold of death.

I stood up from the ground and looked at the religious leader.

And, looking at him, he said.

“Jealousy.”

I stretched out my hand into the air.

It was a natural, flowing gesture, as if he knew it would happen like this.

“Clone…Sword Saint.”

Bijijik-

The air is split, and something is created and held in the hand.

That is instructor Miho’s sword.

What resides in that body is also her swordsmanship

However, the religious leader sneered.

What that traitor hid until the end was the skill of the loser he had just defeated.

That’s why I laughed out loud.

“Is that all?”

But, what I didn’t expect.

That smile was returned to both Ivan and the religious leader.

“That can’t be right.”

He came back to life completely,

The sword was also held in his hand.

Instead of rushing towards the sect leader who has taken a stance,

He spoke a few more words.

“After being dead for a while, I had plenty of time to think. Thanks to you, I have been able to organize my thoughts.”

At the same time,

Ivan raising his left hand.

The religious leader answered.

“…What?”

No matter who sees it, that power is nothing more than a borrowed power.

It will run out someday.

Therefore, if you respond appropriately and buy time, things will become easier.

If there’s just one thing left to worry about,

It was a natural fact that he would know that best.

And Ivan,

I placed my raised left hand.

“I should use the word certainty rather than reasoning. In fact, it’s something I’ve felt desperately from the beginning.”

In his own body his

In the hand placed on his chest his his his,

Bijijik-

Once again, an unsettling light began to appear.

“My body. Ivan Kherson’s narrative and the fact that he is intertwined. I think I can finally fully acknowledge it.”

“…”

“To put it bluntly, no one but the main character would be able to do something like this?”

The religious leader did not understand what he said,

Because I couldn’t ignore the intuition that things were going to be dangerous.

Crack!

I kicked off his feet and rushed in first.

The distance narrows in an instant,

He spurred his arm aiming for Ivan’s neck.

And, I could hear it.

Someone’s name.

“Jealousy, replication.”

The name that came out of his mouth

The religious leader does not know.

However, I felt a creepy sense of dejà vu.

It was a goosebump that arose not from the cult leader’s own memories of him, but from the stigma engraved on him.

The name is…

“Adam.”