I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine - I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine chapter 190

Chapter 185 – Beast

The pitch-black spear and the purple jeweled sword collided. The aftermath of the collision shook the entire forest with such a killing spirit that the surrounding beasts were frightened and fled. The collision was so massive and brutal that it could be felt even from the distant capital of the Empire.

Surprised that there was someone who could take his sword attack head-on, Lancelot gave pure praise.

“You’ve got a pretty good hand at a kid’s subject.”

However, the one who received the compliment, Damian, did not accept the compliment purely.

“Don’t open your filthy mouth. The stench of garbage makes your nose rot.”

“… You’re quite a spoiled kid. Your skills are quite good, but your personality is arrogant, and your personality is filthy.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re a bug that’s less than garbage. I think you’re discussing the personality and character of others, like a lion discussing the taste of grass.”

“You talk like you know me quite well. I don’t know you.”

“Then you’d better remember what I’m saying from now on.”

Lancelot suddenly blocked the spear that had been thrown at him. What I was able to confirm along with the significantly faster window speed than before. It was a black wing that sprouted from Damian’s back.

“It’s black magic. It looks like you have quite a bit of skill as well. Up until now, you didn’t use black magic and were dealing with me with pure spearmanship… Huh, that’s a little interesting.”

Lancelot laughed for the first time in a long time. Even if it was a mockery, it had been a long time since the corners of his mouth went up.

“As expected, that kind of personality is like that of a black magician. It seems a little emotional to see that the devil has eroded his personality considerably.”

However, reality again defied Lancelot’s expectations.

“Who said I sold my personality to the devil…? I’m not so stupid as to throw away my values and emotions just for the sake of power. Unlike you, who act like trash and rampage.”

Lancelot, who was able to receive a series of spear attacks that were as smooth as flowing water, as strong as a storm, and as fast as lightning, was dumbfounded and almost lost his sword. And when he understood the meaning of the words, he opened his mouth in genuine surprise.

“Crazy man… What did you throw away in place of your personality…?”

“Life is always about priorities. I just threw everything away except for the first one. That would be impossible for a worm like you.”

“… This is really, really, really crazy. Is it the stupidity of youth, or the madness of simple obsession, to choose the path of becoming more unhappy than anyone else in the world with your own feet?”

“Unfortunate…”

Damian reacted strangely to the word ‘unhappiness’. He reacted as if he had heard an unfamiliar language, and after a brief snort, continued talking.

“Do you know what unhappiness is?”

“what…”

“Unhappiness is walking the opposite path to where happiness is. Turning your back on the happiness you know and walking is unhappiness… I’m never 0 unhappy.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“because…”

I heard a voice more lonely and sad than anyone else in the world.

“Because I’ve never been happy since I was born. That’s why there’s no happiness to turn my back on. Therefore, I’m never unhappy.”

Even while Damian said that, he did not allow the slightest gap in his attacking posture. When a person tells a lie, subtle changes inevitably occur, leaving gaps. However, Damian seemed to be saying the obvious, not lying or complaining out of emotion.

“I see. In that case, I will give you the peace of death.”

Lancelot stepped back, took a stance, and swung his sword properly to deliver a crimson slash. Among the techniques he had, it was a season called ‘Cutting the camellia petals’. It was a skill so powerful that even the steel spirit king, who boasted of solid defense, lost heart in front of this skill and was defeated in vain.

Before long, the sword strike directly hit Damian, and a roaring sound resounded as if tearing the eardrum.

But Damian didn’t die. Because the wings were changed into black iron breastplates that radiate an ominous aura, even after receiving the attack, he ended up with only minor injuries.

“…Did you stop the camellia petal slicing? Besides, you used an ability that emphasized defense unlike the previous moment, which emphasized speed. How many demons did you sign a contract with?”

“At least it will be less than the number of people killed by you.”

“No, I’m just curious. How on earth are you feeding the hungry stomachs of so many demons?”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Behind the black breastplate Damian was wearing, black wings spread out again. And the dark energy gathered again at the tip of Damian’s spear.

[Advent, Scythe of Savnak.]

Damian’s spear changed its form into a giant scythe.

“You guys just have to kill.”

Damian grabbed the scythe and rushed to kill Lancelot. He had trained all kinds of martial arts and martial arts just for this moment, for what he would accomplish from now on. From now on, there will be no such thing as a clumsy attack miss.

“….Hmm.”

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No, it had to be However, even as Damian, the scythe disappeared from the hand he was holding, so there was no way he could use his hand. And Lancelot was neither pushy enough to miss that gap nor merciful enough to miss it.

Damian, who had been pierced through the abdomen, immediately retreated with blood on his mouth and readjusted his stance.

“…Are you a petty thief who betrayed your father?”

And from far away, a woman approached leisurely with the scythe that Damian was holding.

“Little boy. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for a little boy to carry such a dangerous object? So the adults will take care of it.”

The identity was Squaa, a colleague of Werner’s in the past and known as the phantom that shook the continent.

“They must have been a little distracted as the pair opened their mouths, where the rotten smell of garbage vibrates. Let’s take the wounds on our stomachs as a lesson.”

“You say you’re a kid from the future? It looks like you haven’t been properly educated. If you’re from the future, wouldn’t it be a virtue to prophesy a good way to make money?”

“The only prophecy I can give you… is dead.”

[Crossell, Andras. Become a sword according to my command.]

Damian gave up the scythe and created a new weapon, the twin swords. To be precise, it was something that looked like a sword. It looked like a black mist or cloud, or like a black burning flame.

“… what the hell is that sword? I can’t possibly steal it even with my skills? It’s a skill that can bring anything tangible.”

“That’s something to think about in the afterlife with your bad brain… The problem you have to worry about now is whether or not your breath will stop!”

Damian’s twin swords collided with Damian’s scythe that Squaa was holding.

bang!

With a sound like rocks splitting, Squaa turned into ashes and disappeared.

“… It must have been a pretty good weapon…?”

“No matter how good a weapon is, it’s meaningless if the wielder is as old as you.”

“Oh, be sharp. Then I’ll have to fight with my weapon too?”

Squaa took out a deck of cards and began shuffling the deck. It was clear that he had not brought it out to play a friendly card game, and it was clearly brought out to kill the opponent.

“… It’s all gathered, but why don’t you come out with four? I don’t really care if the bugs increase from two to three anyway.”

Damian spat out curses at the empty air, and soon there was a sound of laughter with a strong sense of ridicule.

“Oh my gosh, I was thinking of quietly looking for an opportunity and then aiming for the back~. I must have underestimated the opponent too much. No matter how much I tried to deceive Sura, who gave his life and body to the devil… As expected, conceit is an evil that must be guarded against. That’s right. If you don’t reflect on this incident…”

“Ha, what a parade of fancy worms. From worms who abandoned their positions and pretended to be elves, to trash bitches who betrayed their comrades, to bitches who deceived everyone even though they weren’t even colleagues from the start.”

“Oh, it’s rude to say that to a woman who is a prostitute.”

The woman who appeared was very beautiful. When you look at her age, she is surprisingly beautiful. Behind a face so beautiful that it could be said that an angel had come down to earth, there was an evil energy that made the limbs tingle.

“Saint… no, the title of saint is a waste for you. Ganevere of the Black Round Table, Mediah.”

“Oh my, if you are caught talking to a saintess like that, you could be sentenced to death for blasphemy, right?”

Damian stared at the three enemies surrounding him. Mediah, Lancelot, and even Squa… All of them were strong enough to be called the strongest. I could have called it the worst since I was facing the three of them with injuries. But Damian said:

“You’re lucky. I can clean up all your junk all at once.”

[It’s trading time. take a piece of my soul And give me strength.]

[Hundred Ghost Nights.]