Surviving as an Academy Black Magician - Surviving as an Academy Black Magician chapter 44

“memory… Do you speak I don’t care. If that is the will of the headmaster.”

“no. I’m asking for your opinion, not mine. Have you ever thought of wanting to find your memories?”

“… I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like that.”

What on earth have you been thinking about? An ordinary person would have made every effort to recover lost memories.

But her attitude was that it didn’t matter what her memories were. As if instinctively refusing to recall memories.

“You might have a hidden family. If we get our memories back, we might be able to find clues about our family.”

As if trying to think of something, she chewed the two words ‘family’ slowly.

“family… … .”

Her lips twitched slightly.

“I wonder if I had a family too.”

I gently raised the corner of my mouth.

“We’re going to figure that out now.”

“All right. What can I do?”

“Nothing. Close your eyes for a moment and recall the memories of the past. It’s okay if you don’t remember anything.”

She closed her eyes. I carefully put my hand on top of her head.

“From now on, my magic will enter your body. It may be a little painful at first, but it will subside soon.”

“yes.”

As I slowly brought the magi to a boil, I took my hand and seeped into her body.

I was thinking of going into her mental world from now on.

with Roman.

“Roman. Come this way.”

Roman walked out of the darkness and stood next to me.

‘Swamp of Oblivion’, a mind-altering black magic.

Originally, it was created for the purpose of infiltrating the other person’s mental world, manipulating their memories, and gradually disintegrating them, but they could be used in various ways depending on the application.

The principle itself wasn’t very difficult, but of course it was only possible if you had excellent talent in using black magic.

After a while.

As consciousness faded, we entered her mental world.

* * *

There is a thick fog all around. I can’t even see an inch ahead. Everywhere I looked, there was only fog, so I couldn’t even get my bearings right.

Realizing that there was no other option, Zeil and Roman decided to walk first.

that buck that buck

There was no floor, but strangely, footsteps resonated. Roman carefully opened his mouth.

“Is this her mental world?”

Gail nodded. In fact, it was the first time he came to someone’s mental world, so he couldn’t give a definite answer. I was just instinctively convinced because I was the one who cast black magic.

the endless horizon.

In this place where even the flow of time is stingy, they questioned how much longer they had to walk, but they didn’t bother to say it.

walking walking walking again

I stepped out without hesitation.

In the distance, a door barely large enough for an adult to enter appeared.

“Looks like it is.”

A huge chain was fastening the door, with a lock hanging in the middle.

Black smoke rose from Geil’s hand and soon changed into the shape of a key.

As he put the key in the lock, the chains disappeared layer by layer with a click.

“Go in.”

The two opened the door and went inside.

A bright light enveloped them and the perspective changed. It was the same feeling I felt in my dream.

There are dreams in which you become a character and progress in the first person, and there are dreams in which you observe the world from an omniscient point of view. What they felt was the latter.

As if a movie had been assigned and played, the surrounding scenery changed quickly.

The scenery changed dozens of times, and what came into their sight was a large room decorated with luxurious interiors. Roman seemed to know where the room was.

“no way… !”

“Why is that, Roman?”

“… This is Gireth Harman’s office.”

A red-haired man sitting in an ornate chair. A woman with a cold expression stood next to him.

The man who smiled at the woman jumped up and grabbed her chin. However, the woman only answered insipidly, without showing any sign.

“daisy. daisy. daisy. daisy! daisy!! daisy!!! No matter how much you castrate your emotions, are you going to be so boring every time? I want you to react to something.”

“sorry.”

slap!

The woman’s head turned. His cheeks were red and swollen from being hit so hard.

“daisy. You have to love me… ? I said I love you! uh? Did you say you love me or not? But why do you react like that every time! b*tch! your name is love Then try to love properly like your name!!!”

“sorry.”

The man started beating her body with an angry face.

One-sided beating.

Roman, who had been chewing on his teeth, could not stand it and pulled out the dagger.

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However, his sword passed through the man’s body.

Since this place was an afterimage of memories, they, as observers, could not inflict any physical harm.

“I say I love you! I say I love you! I say I love you! daisy!! Come on, tell me you love me too! tell me i love you! do you love me too I, the next head of Count Harman, love you! uh? It’s such an honor, isn’t it? Are you happy too? right? So hurry up and run at me with a happy face!!!”

“sorry. i love you. sorry. i love you.”

In the midst of the indiscriminate beating, the woman just repeated the same words like a machine.

cringe

With the sound of his molars grinding, Zeil looked back at Roman.

The thread blood vessels burst and the pupils were red and congested. Red blood dripped from his palms, no matter how hard he had been crushed.

“… … I understand your heart, but I can’t help it now.”

He nodded wordlessly.

Even Seil, who had only exchanged a few words, was trembling, but what about the anger of Roman, a blood relative? It was something that a person who had not experienced it could not dare to judge.

After being beaten repeatedly for about 30 minutes, the man with red hair left the office wiping the blood off his hands.

In the empty room, a woman staring out the window helplessly remained alone.

“… … .”

The scene has switched.

The background was undoubtedly the office, but judging from the faces of the characters, it seemed that time had passed.

The red-haired man was still sitting in a chair, with a woman next to him. if there is something different

That her stomach was fuller than before. The red-haired man said in a nervous tone.

“… … You don’t even know the subject, and you’re going to have an accident.”

“sorry.”

He called someone without even looking at the woman.

“rose.”

A neatly dressed woman emerged from the shadows cast inside the office.

“Did you call, Master?”

“Dust this year.”

The woman’s eyes flickered for an instant, but a response came quickly.

“Honored name.”

Roman’s body trembled. An uncontrollable murderous feeling mingled with anger and slowly bloomed. Streams of red water ran down his cheeks.

As a result of looking at it so far, she was closer to a plaything than an escort.

After that, the scene passed quickly like turning the pages of a book.

Daisy dragged by a woman. I swallowed an unknown drug in a room full of blood stains on the floor.

The sorceress came in after him and cast a spell on her.

It happened over and over again for several days.

About a week later, the woman dragged the unconscious Daisy somewhere. There, discarded corpses were piled up like a mountain. The woman searched the corpse.

A body so charred that it was impossible to recognize whether it had been burnt or not.

The woman cut off the bracelet from Daisy’s wrist and placed it on the corpse’s wrist.

Then he ran out of the mansion with Daisy on his back and laid her down in the sewers.

“… … sorry.”

After saying that, the woman left.

After some time, Daisy came to her senses and got out of the sewer. Like an empty doll, she repeated one word incessantly.

“live… it should be i live… OK.”

Ironically, she headed to the slums where she lived.

He made a living by picking up bread that had fallen on the floor in a corner of the slums. Sometimes he even gave the little piece of bread to the child next to him.

Day by day, I was just breathing and living. But as winter approached, I instinctively sensed that I couldn’t stand it any longer.

One day, pure white snow was piled up to my knees. A woman wearing heavy make-up approached her, spraying a strong scent of perfume.

“You look pretty smooth. It looks like you have nowhere else to go. Would you like to work with me?”

Daisy asked.

“Can I buy it?”

The woman responded with a smile to her sudden question.

“It’s up to you.”

Daisy followed her. The woman who spoke to her was the madam of a nearby brothel.

Although she had a beautiful appearance, she was more like a doll than a human being because her emotions were castrated.

It was said that as a prostitute who sold sweet words and laughter, it was not very helpful.

The number of customers who were harsh upon seeing her appearance for the first time decreased as time passed.

Various groups of people passed through her, such as those who endlessly craved affection, those who violently erupted from stress at home, and those who just wanted to relieve their lust, but her attitude was always the same.

“Hello, sister. Are you this person?”

“yes. How much will you give me?”

“Is this enough?”

“Ho Ho. thank you.”

Even when Madame led her by the hand to the most remote corners of the slums, she did not protest.

What she said when she realized that she had been sold for pennies and taken to a heathen’s den… .

“Can I live if I believe in him?”

“sure. Andromalius is always with us. Join us. I will save you.”

That was all.

So she headed to the church with the old man. The old man was a very influential figure in the church.

Giles knew who he was. It was the first elder, Rakan, who killed himself with his own hand.

After that, no more scenes came out.

The fog rose again.

A door appeared in front of them.

The two opened the door without a word and went out.

* * *

When I opened my eyes, Roman had already disappeared.

Now that you know the whole truth, you won’t be able to face her.

After seeing that cruel past, my mouth didn’t fall in haste. I thought it was just a common fanatic, but… … .

It reminded me of the saying that everyone in the world has their own story. Life is a comedy seen from a distance, but a tragedy seen from up close… … .

The woman in front of me looked nothing but a tragedy no matter where I looked.

I waited patiently for her. She still had her eyes closed. Her eyelids slowly opened. Still a dull expression.

That moment.

pop.

A drop of water ran down her cheek.

“… … uh?”

I looked at the floor without speaking.

Fighting.

Watching the floor slowly getting wet, I prayed for someone for the first time.

The only thing that filled the quiet room was the empty sound of water drops.