Surviving as an Academy Black Magician - Surviving as an Academy Black Magician chapter 43

After the inauguration ceremony, I was going to go straight to the academy, but it was too late, so I decided to spend the day in the church today. Still, he was the head of the church and provided the best accommodation in the church.

The room the former leader used was much more luxurious and spacious, but I refused because I felt uncomfortable.

“This is enough for a nobleman.”

Sitting on the bed and thinking about it, I only knew that this was the headquarters of the church. I didn’t know the exact location. When I asked Eden, he said it was a nameless mountain located at the southern tip of the empire.

It was a place not too far from the land of the demons. The distance to the academy is at least 300 km or more. Without the space transfer magic circle, I couldn’t even dare to come.

From now on, I had to find a drink book in earnest.

It was also the most decisive reason why I decided to become a religious leader.

own independent forces. and intelligence community.

I realized that I would not be able to earn a lot of money by running around in the vast academy alone.

For a more efficient search, there is an urgent need for intelligence groups.

also.

For the future, it is important to develop my own strength, but it is also important to develop the forces that will support me.

The law favors the group over the individual.

Occasionally, superhumans who are comparable to, or even surpass, appear, but they are irregulars who are not bound by the rules of the world anyway.

And the one I was going to deal with was the one that was the most against the laws of this world among the Irregulars.

“Even those who do alliances or something are annoying.”

Goetia.

A coalition of demon worshipers that has recently been increasing its power with tremendous momentum.

An unknown organization whose purpose and scale are shrouded in mystery. Putting everything else aside, the mere fact that the demon worshipers were gathered in one place and controlled was enough reason to be wary of them.

It is clear that it is never a good situation, whether it is force, or a cause, or any other means.

Although they are gradually appearing across the continent, I cannot erase the thought that it is only a small part of their power.

tip of the iceberg. The iceberg hidden under the surface of the water may have a size so huge that you can’t even imagine it.

I let out a sigh.

“ha… … My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

My greatest weapon is neither black magic nor magical power.

monopoly of information.

It is that only I know the bold setting that becomes the skeleton of this world and the huge flow that penetrates the world.

However, the number of variables increases as time goes by. Perhaps because of the influence of variables in this world, the weak beating of the wings turned into an uncontrollable typhoon and was slowly heading north.

The term “the night before the storm” was the most appropriate.

The artifact they are looking for. and the academy.

At the end of where these keywords are headed… … . I thought there might be something I was looking for so much.

I will inevitably run into them.

“Roman.”

He emerged from the darkness.

“Did you call?”

I stared at him.

Except for the occasional occasion when I made a nonsensical joke, he showed no emotion at all. When he ran into Daisy, he was greatly agitated.

I wondered why.

“It was before. Why are you so agitated when you see Daisy? Don’t even think about hiding it. Since you are my familiar, you will inevitably be found out.”

“… … .”

His mouth twitched as if he was thinking about something.

It seemed that it would not come off easily. Even at this moment, his feelings were being vividly conveyed to me.

“Say it comfortably. Even though the beginning was not good, hasn’t trust built up now? I told you. If you help me, I will help you too.”

Perhaps he had made up his mind, he slowly opened his mouth.

“… … She has the same name and the same face as my sister.”

I asked with an interesting face.

“Brother? Did you have any siblings?”

He nodded.

“yes. I had a younger sister who was 4 years older.”

Roman’s eyes sank into the memory. It was as if he was recalling memories of the past.

He told the story of his life with a calm face.

“We… … .”

* * *

When Roman was 5 years old, the siblings were abandoned by their parents.

It’s hard to put it in your mouth, but it was an irresponsible reason that I couldn’t afford to raise my children.

The clever boy abandoned his name that day. And he gave his brother a name.

daisy. It was a word that meant love and hope.

The nameless boy moved from slum to slum with his sister, who was now beginning to babble, in his arms.

Sometimes we begged, sometimes we robbed, and we hugged each other and went to sleep in the vibrating sewer.

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A life that cannot die.

Although he pondered countless times about why he had to live such a life, Roman lived a day for the little creature that held his hand tightly. The siblings were the only support for each other.

He lived another day for his younger sister who always gave him a bright smile despite the terrible circumstances.

And he repeated it to her every day.

Live.

You have to live no matter what.

You have to survive.

It was a kind of order. And he was talking to himself too.

I felt sorry for my sister and I to give in to this unreasonable fate and throw away our lives. Doesn’t every human being deserve to enjoy happiness?

The young boy has grown like a weed, hoping to lead a normal life.

And the opportunity came.

-Looks like I have nowhere else to go. are you going to my house?

Roman grabbed the rope. Without even knowing that it was mixed and rubbed.

The aristocrat who reached out to him was a member of a family that made a living collecting information and assassinating in the underworld.

There were many children of that age. Unlike the Roman brothers and sisters, most of them were born there and raised as a living.

Instead of names, they were each given a number. Raised as tools, names were unnecessary to them.

The rigorous training began.

The first training I received was to castrate my emotions. It was because personal feelings were of no help in carrying out the mission.

they are tools.

All you have to do is follow the orders given to you.

The brainwashing magic invaded his brain. The content was simple.

Self-determination in case of mission failure. Self-determination when there is a risk of information leakage.

The effect was obvious, and most of them became puppets of the Count’s family. His brother was no exception.

Roman, though weak, could feel the emotion. It was a fact that I found out too late, but it happened because of my innate magic resistance.

One or two children who could be called classmates disappeared.

– No. 121. No. 245. dispose.

They said it was scrapped.

Fortunately, the Roman siblings had a talent. To survive in this hellish place, he persevered and endured again and again.

He never forgot to tell his younger brother that he must survive.

Time passed quickly.

As he performed his duties like a machine, he became the leader of the Blue Moon, the best watering organization in the family.

Continuing to climb like this, he buried a lot of blood in the vain hope that one day, someday, he would find freedom for himself and his brother.

The year his younger brother became an adult. He was selected as the direct escort of the next head of the count family, Gireth Harman.

I was worried because it was Gireth Harman, who is famous for being a fool, but I was satisfied with the fact that I was the escort of the next head of household.

At least you will be happier than in this life right now.

However, a few months later, news came to his ears that his sister had died while on a mission.

“… That’s it. But what is certain is that the child is dead. I saw that clearly with my own two eyes.”

I never thought he would have such a past.

I thought it was simply raised by family life… … .

It had a more bizarre story than I expected.

“So you’re saying that the sister you used to know is dead, and you’re embarrassed because Daisy has the same face?”

“… That’s right.”

“Then it must be one of them. It happened that he had a similar appearance to his younger sister, or if it wasn’t… In fact, my sister is not dead.”

His face contorted in pain.

“… It can’t be. Even so, why did that child join such an infidel group… … .”

The leader of that pagan group is your master.

After thinking for a moment, I opened my mouth.

“Then would you like to check it?”

he asked with a puzzled face.

“Are you sure… ?”

“huh. Or is it not, isn’t it good if it’s right? You don’t want it to end like this, either.”

“That is true, but… . Any way to check? As for the master’s magic skills, touching memories… .”

No more words were spoken, but I knew what he meant.

Manipulation of memories is mental magic. of course. I wasn’t born with a source attribute related to that, and even if I was born, I probably wouldn’t be able to use magic related to memory.

However, for me.

“Usually I’m in a hurry, but today I have no inspiration. Roman. still don’t know Who am I?”

There was black magic.

“An apostle, an apostle. Apostle of the Great Demon God. It’s not that difficult if you use black magic.”

“… … Is that possible with black magic? The cost of messing with memories is ruining your mind, and then… .”

“hey. Do you think black magic is all about killing people, bursting dead bodies, and summoning demons?”

… Most of them are like that.

I cleared my throat for a while and then continued.

“greatness. Anyway, I can do enough… … .”

smart.

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Roman, who grasped the situation, hid himself in the darkness. I got up from my seat and opened the door.

“hello. Master.”

“daisy… ? What happened at this time… .”

It was none other than Daisy who came to see me. She still stared at me with a dry face.

“I think you’re going to be in the market, so I brought something to eat.”

In her hand was a steaming meat stew.

I thought maybe she didn’t take care of it with her own will.

“ah. thank you.”

I took the food and put it on the table.

“Then I’ll be leaving.”

“wait for a sec.”

“Why is that?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“yes. Please speak.”

“Let’s sit down first.”

I wasn’t stupid enough to miss the opportunity that came my way. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

A stare staring at you with a piercing, embarrassing gaze.

“How were you before you joined the Order?”

“I used to be a prostitute at a brothel.”

I was taken aback for a moment and lost my words when I saw her spitting out heavy talk as if it was not a big deal.

“uh… … . Before that?”

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember? So what about the family?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“… … .”

Without a word, Daisy stared at me.

“ah… Do you want to wait for the night? then… … .”

He hurriedly stopped her from getting up from her seat and taking off her coat.

“No, no, not like that! I asked because he seemed like the person I was looking for. They are very similar.”

“… … Are you looking for someone I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be of any help.”

Silence passed.

After thinking for a while, I carefully opened my mouth.

“daisy. Don’t you want to find your memories?”