I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist - I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist chapter 290

288. Clue

This battle was our victory.

There was no room for argument about that.

The Mine side lost Mine Tilpitz, his authority, and the power of the Holy See all at once.

We lost all of the fanatics who still remained in the system (although there were as many as 200 of them, let’s say), and now it can be said that it is impossible to attack the system again.

Of course, our losses were by no means small.

Sergei, who was called an undefeated master, and the head of the Imperial Guard, who once rose to the position of Imperial First Sword, two superhumans died.

There were also 500 civilian casualties.

122 Of them died.

A total of 154 deaths occurred, including those from soldiers and guards.

It is a number that can never be seen lightly, but considering that it was an attack by two demons, the number of deaths was so small that it can be called a miracle.

According to the wishes of the deceased, the funeral of Sergei and the head of the imperial guard was held jointly with civilians rather than a state funeral.

I don’t know how much trouble the ministers had to stop the aria that they had to perform splendidly as the head of state.

I have no doubt that Sergei would have wanted this too.

“Chullus. It’s your turn.”

And I was entrusted with Sergei’s tribute.

I took one look at Roman, who whispered in my ear, then nodded and stood up.

Originally, Sergei’s tribute should have been done by Roman, but I took it away.

Of course, it wasn’t that he had actually robbed it, but that Roman had made concessions.

My coveting of Sergei’s tribute was politically motivated.

I can’t just shed tears over the death of superhumans like everyone else.

I had to come up with a way to take advantage of even the death of a superman.

“Nice to meet you, everyone.”

I stood on the podium, cleared my throat, and made a noise.

I didn’t need a separate microphone.

Main’s voice was loud enough to reach all the people in this large plaza.

“I was taught by Professor Sergei von Freust at the Imperial University. Although it was not a long time, it was enough to know his warm and devoted personality.”

This may sound a little funny.

A cherani that the guy who studied under Sergei for only one year knows.

But I knew Sergei better than anyone here.

“This may sound strange. The Sergei von Freus you remember will be a little different. The undefeated leader. The cruel leopard who leaves nothing behind. Perhaps more people remember Sergei as a human weapon than Sergei the educator. But the professor I saw, Sergey, was warm, compassionate, always full of energy, and an incomparable educator.”

In the beginning, I was a little nervous about pretending.

As Sergei said some things he wanted to hear in his lifetime.

But one thing is for sure, it was all from the heart.

“I think many people must have been puzzled by the sudden retirement of the professor. Wasn’t there a conflict with the military? I know there were voices saying that there was pressure from the imperial palace. But from what I can see, the professor is just looking for a vocation. You were the same, both as a soldier and as an educator. You gave your life for your students until the end, until the end. We now live in a world without Sergei von Freus. I am stepping on his corpse and stepping on his corpse on the ground cultivated by him. There is also a responsibility given to those who survived. It is a responsibility to inherit the will of the dead. Thanks to the professor’s sacrifice, I was able to bring down the demon, who was considered invincible, from the throne of eternal life. Thanks to the professor’s sacrifice, we were able to take away the legendary weapon of the demons. Thanks to the professor’s sacrifice, we are now on the verge of victory.”

I couldn’t be relieved that I killed Tilpitz.

I couldn’t breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that the Vatican had collapsed and that the fanatics had been hunted down in droves.

The moment you lose your guard, everything you built up until now will collapse.

And the strong barrier that never collapsed was none other than the will.

The will of the people, not my will, nor the will of Emperor Arya.

In other words, it required a fighting spirit that never faded.

“I, Schluss Heinkel, solemnly swear here. Following Sergei von Freust’s will, I will surely destroy all demons.”

A simple yet powerful propaganda.

***

“Is this really the legendary sword, Durandal?”

“Right. This is it.”

The storage room in the basement of the Imperial Palace.

I went into the safe and stroked Durandal’s blunt blade.

This is a huge sword.

This flew me to another dimension, killed the Imperial Knight Commander and Sergei, and split people apart along with numerous buildings in the system.

‘Is it something that swallowed the myth…?’

I finally came up with the setting for Durandal.

The thing that swallowed the myth.

If an object’s reputation grows to the extent that it spreads throughout the continent, the object has a low probability of absorbing the user’s mythology and gaining unknown power.

The representative ones were Durandal and the barfe nestled in my right hand.

Both of them killed so many humans during the Great War of the Ancients that legends were created for each of them, so it was not unreasonable for them to have this much power.

“It’s not worth it.”

“·······.”

Arya snorted.

It was as he said.

Now it was really nothing more than an insignificant piece of iron.

Since Sergei has absorbed all the power left inside him with his large body.

“That’s right. Now it’s just an ornamental sword.”

“Then it would be better to melt it down. If you melt it down, three swords will come out-“

“No, it’s not like melting it…”

Arya kept trying to dispose of Durandal, so she had to sweat again to stop it.

Does it make sense to melt the legendary sword?

No matter how impractical it was, it was something that remained symbolic.

It would be nice to put it in a museum later.

“Stop appreciating and come out soon. Before I lock you in the Dark River Vault.”

“You can come out even if you are trapped.”

“Even if it’s a demon…”

Aria, who had been laughing, became more and more slack.

I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

Black steel is a material known to never be deformed by physical force.

I haven’t tried it, but for some reason I’m convinced that I can penetrate the walls of the Black River Vault now.

As much as she completely absorbed Tilpitz’s authority, her body was full of power.

“You look full of vitality. Then come up with an idea. I’ve been thinking about whether or not to rebuild the Vatican, which collapsed suddenly…”

As we walked out of her safe, Arya let out a deep sigh.

Come to think of it, the Holy See also collapsed.

Pope Branden Heinkel was found in an underground bunker beneath the collapsed rubble.

Because the huge laboratory inside it was not completely incinerated, the Pope’s inhumane experiments and research were revealed to the world.

Branden Heinkel was sentenced to excommunication and life imprisonment for the betrayal of the Vatican and its corruption, and the Vatican was temporarily disbanded.

That was quite a blow to the human side as well.

The reason Asylum has been able to be defined as a xie jiao so far is thanks to the existence of Orthodox churches, including the Vatican.

But now, the religion that could counter Asylum was gone.

The Vatican, which had established moral legitimacy for thousands of years and presented people with a god they could rely on, was actually preying on demons who wanted to exterminate humans.

The impact of this incident on people cannot be described in words.

“I don’t think there’s anything I can come up with.”

“Don’t do that… Huh…

“·······?”

Stride.

Aria grabbed the width of her skirt and desperately followed behind me, breathing heavily.

It was only then that I noticed.

My steps are too fast.

But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t running fast, it was just a fast pace…

“You need to exercise.”

“Exercise······does it every day······.”

“What do you do?”

“Walking in the garden.”

“That’s not enough. I’ll tell Fellain. Make up your workout schedule.”

“That ignorant beast is not! Ah, no. More than that… I’m just asking for any opinions! You’re sure to have tricks!”

Failed to turn the horse.

Arya walked with her arms wrapped around her so that I wouldn’t get ahead.

She’s a countermeasure against the collapse of the Holy See anyway.

There was no way I could have a clever idea.

All I’ve done so far have been things that require ignorant power, not brains.

When it came to politics, there was no way I could come up with a trick that Arya couldn’t even come up with.

But you should pretend to think.

“How about introducing a new religion?”

“Kek. A new religion. I can’t accept the religion of the Great Forest hairballs. I can’t bring the dwarves’.”

“·······.”

I just imagined rumors spreading that the Emperor of the Empire called beastmen hairballs and elves called demons.

You won’t make mistakes outside, will you?

I was a little worried.

Aria’s talking sh*t. It wasn’t even a day or two.

“Hmm. Yes. I see. I guess I can make a god…”

“You make a god?”

“Since you have absorbed all the powers of the great sage of the demons, don’t you have as much power as the powers of the two demons combined? So for now, you are the closest thing to being a god.”

“What are you trying to say-“

“If you become a god, everything will be solved! Why did I think of such a simple thing now?”

“·······.”

Her unexpected sound came out of Arya’s mouth.

What? You want me to do God?