I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine - I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine chapter 172

Chapter 169 – Omen

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling.

“Ah, it’s a hospital. Don’t worry.”

Fuck you. As soon as he got up, he checked his lower body, but fortunately the man’s spear was intact. What kind of cubs have my spear and have such a fucking joke …

“It took a while to forcibly connect the torn parts and detoxify the injected poison at once. Hey, I’m a little tired from demonstrating my skills after a long time… Oh, would you like to apologize?”

Bedivere, who was cutting an apple with a scalpel, suggested me to stick an apple in another scalpel.

“What the hell is this…?”

“It’s a common story. I, the doctor, carried you on my back and treated you when you collapsed… And all the other people who collapsed are all fine… Same story.”

“No, your sword is the Round Table. But how…”

“It’s hard to work for a son of a bitch. But I kept working because I coveted the reward…”

He removed the bandage from his cheek, revealing the scar I had left. The magic that seemed to scar my cheek yesterday with a strange magic was no fantasy at all.

“Because now there are more people who can give that reward.”

“So… you want me to kill you now?”

I wondered how painful people must have been to accept death itself as salvation. It was to the point where I felt sorry for him to live like this and ask me to cooperate.

“Nope.”

“Why does the story suddenly fall into three thousand fours after going well?”

“For me, death is salvation. And I am a sinner. It’s ridiculous that a sinner wants salvation so easily…”

Bedivere dipped a piece of apple with a scalpel and held it in her mouth.

“So I will gladly cooperate. Until the end of this hellish world, the moment I finish atonement for my sins.”

I grabbed Bedivere’s outstretched hand. It’s like this before the baby is born. Still, it was a pleasure to have a normal person from the Black Round Table join us. It’s more normal than a person like me to feel hesitant about murder…

“But how did you do that and not get arrested?”

“Well, it’s a common story. By touching the brain directly, all the memories of the night before…”

I guess I should correct my previous evaluation. Also, this kid was crazy.

“By the way, today was the convening day of the Black Round Table. Apparently, that theme was…”

—–

A splendid hall decorated with gold and jewels.

Powerful people, each with an unusual atmosphere, began to gather. There were people and animals who couldn’t sit there due to their physical characteristics, but each of them sat down in their assigned seats and started listening to the story.

And Lancelot, the man who had been the organizer of the meeting and the planner of the plan they were carrying out, entered with an eyepatch on.

“It’s been a while, you trash of the world that are everywhere and stink.”

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No one really objected to that statement. Whether he thought it was true or he didn’t want to be at odds with Lancelot of the Black Round Table, the reasons were varied.

“Tristan is dead, Bedivere betrayed.”

For them, this was also within the expected range, so there was no big fuss. It was a reaction as if something expected had happened.

“With this, the annoying moderates who voted against everything are gone. Certainly, the self-proclaimed moderates with Tristan, Pellinore, and Bedivere were annoying. Now we can act without hesitation.”

Lancelot suddenly opened the map and pointed to a forest a short distance from the capital.

“We destroy the spirit king of the trees. I already killed the spirit king of light and the spirit king of wind. Galahad and Agravain killed the spirit king of darkness, and Tristan killed the spirit king of the earth.”

The four spirit kings had already been subjugated by them. Already, they were hiding all over the world and working to realize their plan.

“Now, to kill the spirit kings and use their power to tear space apart, and to kill the god, the source of our unhappiness, where there is a god… That must be our goal.”

Their purpose was originally one. It was to kill the god who had given him such a beggarly fate and change the world. It didn’t matter how the world changed. They were only interested in punishing the god who gave them misfortune and changing the world.

“However, the biggest setbacks to that plan are God’s Apostles. I killed one a long time ago… but the rest are annoying as well. That’s why you exist. With our strength, we can destroy God’s Apostles. There is the Apostle of Dreams who is the biggest stumbling block, but… Our king would handle it somehow. Then, it’s my job to pierce the heart of the god sitting on the proud throne.”

Lancelot showed everyone his sword. The purple shards embedded in the sword were proof that he had killed the Apostle of God, and proof that he was hated by the Apostle of Dreams.

“I leaked information to Bedivere in advance. Werner and Bedivere will foolishly fall into a trap. Now… Black Round Table. Go and kill the spirit king of the trees, who is said to be the strongest spirit king. And capture Werner Alton alive. , I will make a weapon out of it and kill God.”

Most stood up from their seats looking satisfied, but Galahad, Lancelot’s daughter and Camellia’s sister, disappeared from the hall with a dissatisfied look on her face. The place she headed was inside the iron cage in an isolated tower. Then, inside the cage, he approached the man who was chained with his whole body wrapped in special bandages.

“Let’s go, Agravain.”

“Kreur…”

“My father is crazy. So we have to go and kill Werner before he does anything and ruin his plan. It’s okay. You and I are the strongest together.”

Galahad silently stroked Agravain’s head. Only then did Agravein, who had been howling like a beast, begin to show a little calmer appearance.

“To think everyone died or betrayed me like this… But it’s okay. I’m confident that I’ll be hated by my sister, and I’m willing to die for this world. Will you join me, Agravain?”

“Kurrr…”

“If…if there was even the slightest glimmer of hope…I wouldn’t use this method either. Then you and I wouldn’t have used this method either. Or maybe if my father had even the slightest hope, this wouldn’t have happened. It must be… I might even resent God a little in that regard.”

They decided to survive the chilly night in the cold and dark tower, relying on each other’s body temperature. Even if it is a sad habit of weak beasts who have had no choice but to rely on each other for over 10 years.

The couple, who might have killed Werner in some future, fell asleep leaning on each other today.

—–

Inside the dark temple, the stairs leading to the room with the suspicious-looking magic circle engraved on it.

The girl, still looking young, grabbed my brother’s trouser hem and said in a weeping voice.

“Brother… If you do this, you’ll go back to the past with your mother and father, right?”

“…..If you don’t believe me, get out of the way. I’m going to go in the first place because I’m alone.”

“But going back in time and removing the cause of my mom and dad’s death is suspicious…”

“My grandmother gave permission. So I’ll say it again. I’m enough for this job by myself. The three of you stay out.”

When the eldest man spoke, his younger sisters rebelled.

“No, we’re going to go see mom and dad with my brother too.”

“Brother, it is a self-evident fact that you are strong… but it is dangerous alone.”

“Did you think we would be scared again if we always pretended to be so strong?

At the younger sisters’ rebellion, their brother’s expression crumpled with annoyance.

“It’s funny that we’re called siblings because we have different mothers thanks to our father who was a playboy in the first place. Thanks to that, I had to live by taking care of even the little things I didn’t have in my life. I want you to think about my position a little like that.”

After saying that, the eldest brother held the magic book Enoch in his hand.

“If my grandmother hadn’t told me to take care of you, I would have abandoned all of you and lived on my own.”

His voice was full of annoyance, but he didn’t care that his sisters were used to it.

“Brother, my leg hurts.”

“Anyway, pathetic things…”

Due to the youngest’s complaint, the eldest brother had no choice but to carry the youngest sister on his back and head to the place where the magic circle was. To change the hopeless future.