Surviving as an Academy Black Magician - Surviving as an Academy Black Magician chapter 48
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The answer no one expected came out of his mouth.
Even Arya, the person who spoke up, was clearly embarrassed.
“… … Is it attractive?”
Frey and Charlotte’s expressions also hardened in an instant.
That would also be the case, and the recent remarks were at such a level that they could be handed over to trial for heresy, depending on how they were handled.
If there had been a Heretic Questioner in this position, John might have been taken straight to the church without an excuse.
However, despite this, John continued to speak with a relaxed face.
“That’s right. Even a person who has never learned magic can obtain vast power if he just praises the demon god. For those who seek power, what other means is this attractive?”
“… … .”
The shocking remark instantly calmed the atmosphere in the class.
Arya spoke in a slightly exasperated voice, as if she was interested in the completely unexpected answer.
“Then why didn’t you learn black magic? ah… … . Are you familiar with it already?”
You’re doing a gigaco job.
He knew very well that her character was fiery. However, even after hearing such news, there was no reaction, so I thought that I was taking care of my mind well, but it was not at all.
Rather, she was like a ticking time bomb right before it exploded.
… No matter how many questions you ask, that goes too far.
It was Yohan who walked the tightrope first, but he was a professor, and he was only revealing his thoughts.
However, Arya had just asked a question that was no different from a student asking a professor if he was a black magician. The level was too high to be passed off as disrespectful and rude.
In the end, the assistant, who could not stand it, raised his voice.
“Aria Valentine!! Professor, what is this… … !”
When John shook his head, Nameless sighed and closed his mouth. John’s gaze turned to Arya.
eyes for the first time.
“You asked why it wasn’t cooked?”
Even the usual indolence.
Curiosity when you find something interesting.
“Because I hate you more than anything else.”
It wasn’t stuck at all.
“The existence of a demon.”
Eyes that were cold and sunken, like sharp-edged knives.
“… … .”
Yohan, who suddenly changed his expression, smiled brightly.
“what. It’s a joke. Wouldn’t the power easily obtained come with a price? That’s not what I’m after. I feel joy only when I overcome a wall that I thought I would never be able to overcome.”
Arya slowly lowered her head.
“… … I guess I was rude. sorry.”
John waved his hand.
“no. with something like that Isn’t it enough to be curious as a student? Never mind. Ah, then, while we’re talking about it, shall we briefly explain black magic?”
He turned to the blackboard.
“Black magic is usually stimulating, primitive, and destructive. There is no magic as intuitive as this. The difference between magic and black magic is ‘power’. Mages create phenomena based on mana, and warlocks based on magic.”
He created chalk with magic and began to write it down in crooked letters.
As a finishing touch, I drew a six star, and next to it, I drew an unknown being with huge wings and a human kneeling in prayer.
It looked like he was roughly drawing a demon and a human, but his workmanship was very poor.
“Here, here. I have a drink. No one knows what it is, what purpose it has, what it desires, where it came from, or what form it takes. They only know that they are transcendental beings that cannot be approached by humans. Here, this man prays to an unidentified demon. He said he wanted to kill the villagers who bullied him. What will happen?”
John starts painting again.
Before I knew it, the blackboard was stained red, and a smiling man was standing over dozens of corpses.
“It goes like this. This is black magic. Simple, right? The man was an ordinary farmer who had never held a sword since he was born. However, I only prayed to the demon god once, and I got the power to annihilate the villagers. Black magic is power beyond the norm. At the whim of a demon god, an ordinary farmer becomes a murderer, and a powerless woman becomes an unprecedented slayer.”
I asked.
“… Can you get these powers just by worshiping demons without paying anything?”
John shook his head.
“It can’t be. It may be different for each person, but the words of those who deal with demons are generally miserable. No matter how excellent a black magician is, in the end, he will be eroded by demonic energy and go insane or transform into something other than human.”
He was suspiciously familiar with black magic.
“Normal black magicians get demonic energy just by worshiping demon gods, but at a higher level, black magicians make direct contracts with demon gods, or conversely, there are cases where they are chosen by them. In the course of that contract, they pay a price. It’s not uncommon to end up with an arm or a leg, your own life, or even your soul. There is a price to pay for all power.”
Frey asked with a serious face.
“Professor, have you ever fought black magicians?”
“yes.”
“How should I deal with it?”
“Care… … . It’s simple.”
Frey waited for his words to follow.
“You can just run away.”
she asked with a puzzled face.
“do… net… Do you mean hit?”
John nodded.
“yes. Their power is absurdity itself. You can deal with a regular teacher class if three or four wizards are attached, but it is the wisest choice to run away as soon as you meet a priest who has made a direct contract. If you had met an apostle-level with the stigma of a demon god… … .”
Frey swallowed saliva nervously.
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“… … .”
“I have no choice but to pray to God.”
“The dark magicians… Do you have that much power?”
“In terms of power alone, the black magic of ordinary church members exceeds the magic of 4th circle mages. If you are a black magician above that, you are considered to be on the same level as or higher than a 7th circle or higher magician. However, the more chronic problem than that is compatibility.”
He started writing something on the blackboard again.
Cleric > Dark Magician > Mage > Cleric.
“In general, clerics who deal with holy magic are strong against black magicians, black magicians are strong against wizards, and wizards are strong against priests. of course. There are always exceptions. It’s like compatibility, it’s just that strong people are strong. However, most of them are like this. Holy magic doesn’t need to be explained, so let me tell you why black magicians have an advantage over wizards.”
The chalk moved again.
He started drawing a small circle, and soon arms and legs formed around it.
serrated teeth.
Anyone could see that it was a lousy look, as if it were scribbled by a child, but I knew what it was.
“It is a monster called a predatory demon. It has the property of consuming mana. This is why wizards have no choice but to be at a disadvantage in confrontations with black magicians. When black magicians summon it, it will devour all tribes that use magic. It’s not that there’s no breakup law, but it’s not unusually difficult.”
It was a very interesting story, but I wanted the class to end soon. You may not be aware of it, but it was long after the scheduled class time.
“Aside from this, demonic energy and magical powers have properties that cannot be fused with each other. In the case of high-ranking black magicians, they use that… … .”
After about 30 minutes of additional explanations on black magic, sorcery, and s*xual magic, the class was over.
* * *
dawn the same day.
Moonlight pouring through thick clouds.
The shadows on the roof stared at the mansion in front of them.
“Roman. How is the situation?”
A human figure appeared in the darkness.
“It is as expected. Now is the right time. master.”
As Gil returned to the academy, there was something he ordered the church members to do.
The guards of Count Harman and the terrain around the area.
And it was the trend of Gireth Harman. The structure of the mansion was not a big problem because only Roman, who was born in the blue moon, knew about it.
According to the original plan, they planned to hit the mansion with a little more time, but unfortunately the empire started the festival tomorrow.
Gireth Harman, who is usually obsessed with cinnabar, could not miss this day, and obtained information that he had invited numerous women to his annex.
However, the place Geile headed was not his outbuilding, but his main house.
They planned to take over Count Harman first and then build an outbuilding, aiming for a gap where the power was dispersed.
Only two people.
Only Zeil himself and his familiar, Roman, were all there was.
“let’s go.”
They hid themselves in the dark.
A secret passage leading to the back of the mansion. The two privates guarding the front were chatting leisurely.
A look of annoyance was evident on their faces because they had been on guard for a long time.
“It’s a festival starting tomorrow, so why are you on duty today? You must be surrounded by women and tasting heaven by now.”
“hey. I’m glad I didn’t go to the annex. How do you know what will happen after drinking to that human personality?”
“but. What will happen if you stay there for nothing… … .”
Awesome!
The soldier’s neck fell to the floor with the sound of skin cutting.
Seeing his colleague’s head fall in front of his eyes, the private hurriedly opened his mouth… .
He closed his eyes as he looked at the blade digging into his chest. Roman, who collects the corpse in a familiar position.
Gilles looked at him and asked.
“No matter how dispersed the troops are, this is all there are to guard the secret passage?”
“Maybe there are more inside. From here on out, I will take the lead.”
Sigh.
The side door opened and Roman went inside.
I couldn’t see in front of me because of the darkness that spread all around me. However, Roman stepped forward without hesitation as if he were going in and out of his house.
‘The smell of blood makes me vibrate.’
Even though I couldn’t see, I had no trouble smelling it. What the hell were they doing here? The terrible smell of blood stung my nose.
Suddenly Roman stopped.
“From now on, you must follow my footsteps.”
Gail nodded.
2 steps forward.
3 steps to the left.
4 steps to the right.
3 steps forward again.
After a while.
With a clicking sound, sparks flew everywhere.
As the darkness lifted and his eyes adjusted, Geile realized why Roman had asked him to follow his steps.
A long hallway. A huge iron gate blocking the way.
Hundreds of holes were drilled on both sides of the corridor. It was a trap in the form of all kinds of weapons pouring down from all sides if you didn’t step on the specified tile.
Weapons are weapons, but the most threatening thing was the poison on the blade. Extreme poison that paralyzes the entire body and stops the heart within seconds just by touching the skin.
In the meantime, many intruders broke into the Harman family, but most of them died without being able to cross this place.
“… … It’s bloody.”
As befits a family that is in charge of the Empire’s night, the welcome ceremony was also something that thought grand.
Standing in front of the huge iron gate, Roman took a breath while holding a sword in both hands.
A sword imbued with a blue aura.
When he reached out, the iron door was sliced like tofu.
“Let’s go.”