The Villain Bought the Heroine - The Villain Bought the Heroine chapter 81
Chapter 81
“Over here! Everyone, come this way!”
The situation at the entrance to the nest was tense.
Saint Diphyellia remained here, taking on the role of protecting and leading everyone. Jo, who had just entered the cave for the second time, revealed his figure.
Now, the remaining Jo became the second Jo excluding the first.
The students of Academia maintained their formation as directed by the saint without a word of command. It was an efficient form based on their abilities and combat style, regardless of their respective groups.
If someone was injured, they would quickly be pulled back for emergency healing magic by the medical team.
Among the arrived members, there was one with a long cut on their right arm, quickly being treated.
Diphyellia stood tall on a large tree, directing the situation. As always, the wooden wheelchair she sat in was now the tree she stood on, serving as her legs.
【Creak!】
As Diphyellia’s hand floated in the air, a massive tree trunk blocked the path of the Altif forces.
Soon, from all sides of the tree trunk, thorns emerged, attacking them.
‘As long as it goes like this, it’s fine.’
Diphyellia’s words were correct.
Still inexperienced, but the formation at the entrance of the nest, composed of Academy first-year students, was solid, turning the attacking Altif forces into minced meat.
The problem is not here, but inside.
Among them, it was Bargan who led everyone.
【Kreeek!】
Another group of members running away from afar, followed by Altif. Dipiella releases mana vigorously and thinks.
‘I will protect this place as assigned. I will make sure no one dies. So, everyone there, don’t worry…’
Come back safely.
The saint prays earnestly.
***
Five people raided the main altar.
Osel Vui Artelion.
Osel Vantéolo Leon.
Portrait Troa Erika.
Alicia.
And Shugenhardt Troa Bargan.
A hastily assembled team consisting of top performers in the entrance exam, capturing the attention of Academia, seemed to get along as if they had been together for a long time.
They seemed to understand each other’s skills and levels, moving as if they were their own hands and feet.
That’s why the one who dominated this space could suffer such damage and be impaled on the wall like that.
『Kkarrurrrk! Fun. This is fun. Finally, some proper toys to play with are coming out.』
The figure who disappeared, causing a dust storm, emerged from the wall and laughed long, delighted with the current situation.
However, her eyes did not contain pure joy as before.
A subtle hostility rose in her horizontally split pupils. She tries to approach the current situation seriously.
Something thick is clenched in the slender hand of the figure.
It was clearly not there a moment ago. It seemed to have come out of the figure’s body.
“Oh! Is that the Judgment Armament! It looks quite unique!”
Leon exclaimed as if it was fascinating to see an item he had only heard of in books or tales. Fearlessly.
“Why do you like it?”
“We can properly assess our current status with it!”
To be delighted that a weapon, even though strong opponents have bared their fangs, is a sign of joy. Erica doesn’t understand his attitude.
The name Judgment Armament is attached for judging heresy.
One of the two characteristics possessed by figures above the Archbishop of the Goddess Faith, it is practically a part of the body and can be drawn upon at any time.
Except for the left arm, which takes time to heal from being cut by the red aura, all of the figure’s body parts have been restored.
A large scythe is hung on her right arm.
The scythe is composed of an unknown combination of bones, with a shape so grotesque that it alone evokes discomfort just by looking at it.
『You can be happy to bring out what has been kept hidden. That’s how much of a good toy you have discovered after a long time⎯』
⎯Oh, you’re saying you won’t wait? Fine, that’s how it should be.
Young warriors rush in from all directions.
In a rapidly evolving situation, the figure reads the situation.
A man using the red aura and a woman with wind mana at the forefront.
Two figures suspected to be mages behind them. One priest.
The female mage used warp magic. There’s a high probability she will aim at the sides or rear again this time. If that’s the case.
Quagagagagak!
Jagan blocked the swords of Artellion and Alicia at the same time with his scythe held horizontally.
Even if the two combined their strength, Jagan, holding the Judgment Blade, could withstand it.
And then.
As if keeping a promise, the space on both sides of Jagan distorted.
It seemed inevitable.
With a smirk.
Jagan laughed heartily.
Two orbs formed in the air above her.
A collection of magic emitting a sinister purple light. It was the preparation process of the magic cannon that could easily pierce through even thick steel plates.
As the compressed masses began to take on human forms within the distorted space, preparing to extend that mass in a straight line.
“…!”
They were dispersed into the air without exploding upon colliding with a newly formed magic orb right next to them.
It was another overwhelming concentration of mana interfering with the magic cannon.
Who is it?
Jagan’s eyes met with a man observing from afar with an unusual calmness. The guy who was leisurely watching.
He interfered with the emission of the magic cannon by disrupting the ambient magic. The precision was remarkable. No, it wasn’t just remarkable. It was beyond comprehension…
The gap that emerged as a result.
Targeting this gap.
⎯Zing.
Erica and Leon revealed themselves on both sides of Jagan.
And Artellion and Alicia in front.
In a critical situation. As the situation unfolded quite interestingly, Jagan grinned widely, baring his teeth.
A small purple magic sphere was faintly forming in her mouth, as it was a little while ago.
Though small in size, the density was even higher.
Before any attack could reach Jagan’s body.
Crunch.
He bites into the sphere.
“…!”
Everyone but Jagan was hit by the shockwave, and droplets scattered in all directions like water droplets falling and spreading on the ground.
Even as Leon was pinned against the wall, he shouted boldly.
“hahahahaha! Truly a monster!”
Jagan paid no attention to the gazes around him.
Straight away, he ran towards a man. Sharp like a predator aiming for its prey scurrying on the ground.
Extending his scythe. This guy might pose some trouble later, so it’s best to take his life now.
Drawing closer as if folding the space.
When the guy’s arrogant expression was captured perfectly, a crimson aura sparkled in the corner of Jagan’s vision.
“Remarkable.”
From Jagan’s peripheral vision, one could see that the red light was targeting her neck.
Jagan read the linear space as if time had stopped.
The Golden Knight.
I thought I was done for, but seeing the ice wall shattered behind me, it seems like the shape of a female mage blocking the way.
They are fighting together in cooperation like a long-standing warrior team.
“Fun, fun…!”
Chwaak⎯.
Cells surged up from the severed section of Jagan’s arm and instantly returned to their original state.
Mana consumption was significant, but it seems okay to use it on these toys this time.
Jagan, stopping his movements as if planting his legs on the ground.
With a crackling sound, he bends his body, grabbing the red blade of Artellion with joint movements invisible to the human body.
An impossible move for a mammal.
Jagan’s hand may have withered, but he uses it boldly as if it were disposable.
After delivering a blow to Artellion’s sword, causing a shock, he pauses momentarily from the pain of being pierced.
Jagan leaves him alone and rushes towards Bargan.
First, he needs to catch this guy Bargan. Then it will be easier to capture them in order like dominoes.
A sickle aimed at Bargan’s neck.
Whether he has no intention of dodging or it’s impossible, Bargan doesn’t move. His unwavering gaze touches Jagan’s nerves.
However, as he tries to reach Bargan.
Kaaang⎯!
He is intercepted and knocked back by a woman with white hair, appearing like a typhoon, full of vitality. He couldn’t exert his full strength.
“Interference…!”
The white-haired woman comes back into view.
Jagan finally sees Alicia’s face properly.
As the battle continues, narrowing the gap between the white-haired woman and examining her closely.
“Huh? You… aren’t you? No… but you seem right.”
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It seems right, but also not quite, it’s ambiguous.
She resembles someone, but the vibe is different.
“I don’t know. I’ll just take the body later to confirm. It’s not that important anyway.”
The white-haired woman is bothering him, but it can wait.
As the difficult posture continues, Jagan decides to create distance for repositioning.
After skillfully avoiding consecutive attacks.
He stomps on the ground and stands on the altar.
This was a mocking statement towards Bargan.
“So well protected, huh?”
Although not explicitly called a coward, the statement stirs Bargan’s emotions, aiming to understand the specifics of his profession.
That guy smells like someone who has killed at least one bishop.
He’s the only human whose abilities remain unclear.
From swinging a club, he seems melee-oriented, but judging by the quality and quantity of mana, he’s definitely a mage.
And at a “considerable level.”
He hasn’t “unleashed” yet, but even in standby, he has enough mana to control his own power as a high bishop.
A warrior with this level of pressure has been seen only a few times in hundreds of years, capable of being counted on both hands.
While everyone here could potentially be a threat to the Goddess’ sect, that guy is particularly dangerous.
He must be killed before he grows stronger.
It’s regrettable to end the game, but it’s time to finish it slowly.
The joke ends here.
Jagan’s small body trembles as his energy changes. His muscles come alive like insects wriggling, and his skeleton twists.
That’s one of the abilities possessed by the Archbishop.
The original power surpassing Judgment Void.
“Power Unleashed.”
Up to now, Jagan has been in a suppressed form, just an incomplete stage. It’s very easy for the perfected Jagan through liberation to overwhelm everyone with the original Archbishop’s power.
It was also a source of being able to maintain laughter and mischief no matter how unfavorable the situation.
And so, Jagan’s body undergoes a transformation…
…Huh? What’s this?
Jagan, trying to release the limit of power locked away through Power Unleashed, finally begins to properly assess the current situation.
It won’t be unleashed. The flow of mana in his body feels strange.
Strange? No, the flow of mana is felt. Surely, unleashing is possible. It’s something instinctively achievable.
It just takes time. Short, 2 minutes and 30 seconds, long, about 3 minutes.
…It takes that long?
That can’t be right.
In Jagan’s eyes, sensing an anomaly, the man with black hair appeared again. A smile hung on his lips.
As if finding Jagan’s appearance amusing.
“Ah… I see. It was a curse type.”
He, who was far away, was not doing nothing. On the contrary, he was moving most actively.
Using other comrades to distract himself, he cast curses one by one.
A snake-like human.
Swish!
Two swordsmen wielding swords rush in, creating a fierce gust of wind.
The distance quickly closed, and Jagan, showing his teeth all the way to his ears, snapped his jaws.
Enjoyable.
At the same time, irritating.
The Archbishop himself is in such a situation.
When thinking calmly, holding only Judgment Void, without unleashing, his power is almost equal to theirs.
Originally, in this situation, as time passes, overflowing with magic power, he would have had the upper hand, but over there, there is someone acting as a source of magic as well…
Up to 3 minutes for liberation.
Before that, he will wait for the right moment to deal with these toys.
Once unleashed, he can swiftly take care of these things. When the time comes, he can hunt them down easily.
Jagan licked his lips.
It seems like he can enjoy a proper feast after a long time.
“Let’s have fun until then!”
Artellion and Alicia. Jagan, who wields the purple mana. Just as the two swords and Jagan’s scythe were about to clash.
-Kugung!
The ceiling collapses.
More precisely, the center is pierced like a circle, and the pile falls to the ground.
Among the pile, there are those who throw agile bodies. One of them springs out like a bullet and soon faces Jagan and Baro.
Eyes filled with raging anger.
A body without a single trace of fat due to long training.
“What are you playing at, you monster?”
Kwaang!
As if an explosion occurred, the one who caused the massive shock is Louisa. Louisa, the homeroom teacher of Class 1.
‘…Things should settle now.’
Barogan, who heard that explosion, thought.
If Jagan is released, I don’t know, but if not, they can never handle the current power.
What Barogan wanted to do by gathering the elite among the first-year students wasn’t to kill Jagan but to buy time. It was to wait until Louisa and her group arrive to resolve the incident.
…Although it wasn’t a perfect den, he never expected it to pierce the ceiling.
-!
A magical field is laid down, pressing against the bodies.
Although the magic was only for Jagan, its power was palpable even to those around.
A magical field with a specific nature different from Barogan’s pure magic. Louisa, famous for gruesomely killing opponents in her magical field.
02:55
Until the curse Barogan placed on Jagan is lifted, about 2 minutes and 55 seconds remain.
That amount of time is sufficient.
Louisa, whose eyes are dazzled in the dust, says, “You’re done for.”
She sharpened her teeth like a beast.