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‘…Bored.’
Seras barely suppressed the yawn that was about to burst out.
Since you can’t just skip classes once you’ve infiltrated Elfante as a student, it’s inevitable that you pick up a few appropriate lectures and take them. It is in that context that she is now forced to sit in her classroom and listen to these useless explanations.
‘This is the best educational institution in the empire?’
It was said to be an in-depth lecture, so I entered, but the professor in front of me was only talking about the basic level of using sacred power.
Of course, when it comes to handling such abilities, it is too harsh a treatment compared to the Holy Emperor’s home country, but isn’t this level still very disappointing?
At her level, lectures like this are almost a waste of time, but there’s only one reason she sticks with this academy.
In the end, it’s because of one person.
“-So, divine power is divided into several grades, starting from basic protection to miracles above that, and the highest grade among them is none other than angelic protection-”
“…”
Angel’s protection.
Seras expressionlessly lowered her head slightly and thought about the words that came out of the professor’s mouth.
Coincidentally, I had encountered something related to that not long ago.
“…”
A deep sigh flowed out from within.
At first, my only intention was to deal with the man casually and return to the Emperor right away, but things became complicated.
Starting with the unidentified ‘throbbing’ he felt, the man even casually hung out with an angel who was considered an apostle of God in the church.
“…”
And, unless there was some kind of manipulation or trickery involved in that appearance.
She must not hurt the man.
According to the doctrine, those who can contact angels are those who have sincere faith.
However, in that case, the Pope himself made an error when he ordered the man to be harmed.
‘…What’s going on?’
She rubbed her temples against her pounding head.
Anyway, the more you look at that man, as a person who is a nuisance to the Pope, the more bizarre things become…
“…!”
Seras’ eyes widened slightly at the sudden sensation. It’s a feeling that comes from close to her chest.
It’s been happening strangely often lately.
This heartbeat that I felt before when I was next to that man, these days, it comes up in my body just by thinking about that man.
In particular, I get this feeling every time I intentionally try to ‘disparage’ the man in my head.
I don’t know what the hell is.
‘You shouldn’t do that,’ it seemed as if something inside her body was forcibly warning her.
Don’t disparage that man.
If you do that, you will definitely regret it.
It is very similar to the sensation that forced her to stop her movements after trying to stab her with a knife.
‘…Do not be ridiculous.’
She frowned and twisted her body slightly.
It was a gesture that came out because I had a strong feeling of resistance to that sensation without even realizing it.
This feeling, as if they were trying to forcefully control her will, was extremely repugnant.
‘The doctrine of the Holy Empire is completely flawless. The same goes for His Holiness the Pope. There’s no comparison to that man.’
That is why she fell in love with the Pope ever since she first met him and had his ideology preached to her.
The world that the Emperor dreams of is truly a true and true paradise for her.
An ideal world where no one is discriminated against.
A world where everyone can enjoy equal happiness without being restricted by origin, race, or other innate barriers.
Compared to the Pope who has such ideals, that man is nothing more than a devil who leads a woman around on a leash.
“…”
She twisted her body again.
Her pounding heart was now giving her a pain that felt like being stabbed with a knife.
As if he got angry as soon as he heard those words.
If it weren’t for her job where she was very accustomed to enduring pain, I would have screamed without realizing it.
‘…Have I heard an evil spirit? ‘What the hell?’
At first, I thought it was just a bad condition, so I ignored it, but now it’s really strange.
As soon as class is over, I will go to Vizsla and receive an exorcism.
While she was clutching her chest and thinking about this, the professor in front of her continued to explain.
“-There are some scholars who interpret the birth of the first human beings as the actions of beings in the other world.”
She smiled slightly at those words.
cancer. That is correct.
And the Holy Emperor, which has the closest exchanges with the beings of the other world, is definitely the highest among the continent’s hegemonies.
‘How come you sound so normal for a human from the Empire?’
Seras thought like that and looked at the professor in front of her.
“However, it seems like they made a lot of mistakes that are uncharacteristic of them.”
The words that followed from her mouth were sentences that made her expression harden.
“The subhuman species are crude, disgusting, and shameful for daring to be treated as human beings like us. “If there is someone who meets an angel, wouldn’t you at least ask them why they were created?”
“…”
While light laughter spread to the students around them.
Seras desperately managed to break through the expression and escape.
Memories that had been buried for a long time come up from the back of my head.
The discrimination, humiliation, persecution, and persecution that she, who was born in the empire, experienced before moving to the Holy Empire.
Even the most precious thing she ‘lost’.
‘…vulgar bastards.’
She looked at the humans around her who were smiling with disdain.
Sub-race.
People who resemble humans but also have the characteristics of ‘other races’.
This refers to the beast-human race, commonly called bipeds.
The empire thoroughly rejected and discriminated against these people, who were perfectly different from humans except for very slight differences in appearance.
Unlike the Holy Empire, they are narrow-minded and disgusting people who only treat pure-blooded humans as their kind.
“Class ends now. “Please submit your assignments through your teaching assistant by next time.”
With those words, the students all stood up, talking noisily.
Meanwhile, Seras was organizing her writing utensils and textbooks with an expressionless expression.
Unlike the others, she didn’t even have any friends around her, but she didn’t have any particular feelings for them.
After all, students are disguises. A status that will be thrown away as soon as something related to Dowd Campbell is dealt with.
So, just organize it as usual and go straight back to gathering information about the man.
Normally, that would have been the case.
“hey.”
However, today there was a group of people who suddenly started talking to her.
She narrowed her eyes and looked at the humans in front of her.
A skilled assassin’s gaze can obtain a great deal of information just from the first impression of the other person. Especially if you are a person worthy of the title Grand.
boy. He was proudly wearing a pendant with the family seal around his neck.
He has a well-trained body and has studied his fighting skills diligently, so his movements are flawless.
Seras glanced at the scene and nodded seriously.
‘…You can ignore it.’
It’s been tempered, but just to that extent.
At her level, she is a weed that can be killed with just one finger, even if regular knights pop out and cannot touch a single hair.
“I have business-”
“take no interest.”
Hearing the answer that came out before he finished speaking, the man frowned.
Normally, I would have yelled at you and asked you to be so rude, but this is Elfante. It is an educational institution of equality for all, where even members of the royal family cannot leave their mark if they enroll as students.
The man suppressed his anger and opened his mouth again. He even had a friendly smile on his face.
“…I am Briggs Chester, the eldest son of the Earl of Chester. “I came here because I have a suggestion.”
“…”
If you hear my family’s name, you won’t be able to stop hearing the story, right? It’s obvious that he’s doing it.
The directory opened in her mind.
One of the qualifications of an assassin is to scan through personal information about people from each country.
‘If you go to the Earl of Chester…’
It is a level that vaguely lies somewhere in between the great nobles of the empire and the middle-ranked nobles.
It’s a good level to have that kind of confidence when dealing with idiots.
“…what.”
To the Grand Assassin, it’s still a weed.
One day is enough to destroy this family.
So, when I spoke with a clear expression of annoyance, the other person’s expression became distorted again.
Originally, if he had gotten this far, he would have backed off or gotten angry, but this time, he cleared his throat again and continued speaking.
“Aren’t you hiding your skills?”
“…what?”
“I mean, haven’t you ever professionally honed your fighting skills?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Even if you try to hide your presence, you can’t hide the curves of your body. The degree, condition, and degree of development of the muscles. “It’s clear that they’ve all been trained to the point of cutting bones and breaking flesh.”
“…”
I guess I have no intention of letting go easily.
Seras thought that and sighed inwardly.
“…I’ve learned some self-defense skills.”
“hey. Are you kidding me? As the eldest son of a count, I have also held a sword since I was seven. “Let’s stop blindfolded and blindfolded.”
“what do you want?”
“…”
Briggs smiled shallowly after hearing Seras’ voice become slightly sharper.
“…There is a guy I want to deal with in the upcoming competency evaluation.”
“…”
“Let’s do one thing together. “I’ll give you plenty of examples.”
“…”
I do not like it.
The only person who can hire her is the Pope. I don’t even want to deal with these weedy guys.
‘…wait for a sec. If it’s a count’s family.’
but.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.
“…Do you know someone named Dowd Campbell?”
If I knew any useful information about the man, I thought I would pass it on.
Anyway, this guy is from a noble line with some standing, and he has been at this academy longer than her. Maybe she has access to valuable information that even she doesn’t know about.
but.
As soon as he heard that name, Briggs’ face became horribly distorted.
“That’s a coincidence.”
It was a voice spitting out contempt and disgust.
“He is the person I want to deal with.”
“…okay?”
suddenly.
I felt a tightness in my chest again.
Seras was embarrassed for a moment, but managed to keep it from showing on her face.
also.
Again, it feels like this.
Why does this happen every time the story about that man comes up?
“He is a beast who dishonored my father. “He is a nasty, scummy, scum guy.”
“…”
again.
My heart aches. My heart is pounding. In the end, it hurts like being stabbed with a knife.
Every time I hear someone swearing at the man, my heartbeat gets louder.
“If you know that too, that’s great. “Every student at this academy is at least vaguely aware of how much of a bastard he is.”
And, at the next ‘impulse’, Seras was surprised and clutched her chest.
It feels like my whole body is screaming.
Take out the dagger in your arms right now and stab this man. Tell me to shut that mouth.
My breathing becomes difficult. I feel dizzy. Consciousness becomes slightly clouded, as if there is a haze.
“…He didn’t seem like such a bad person.”
They even say things like this.
‘What are you doing now, Seras?’
Is there any reason to side with that man?
Such thoughts vaguely passed through my slowly fading sense of reason.
However, even amidst those thoughts, anger, as if her head was boiling, was blooming regardless of her consciousness.
This is like.
What should I say?
It is almost similar to the feeling the Pope felt when he was insulted.
The kind she feels when the one she ‘serves’ is insulted.
“what? Then you are being deceived. “Because he’s like a cunning snake.”
“…”
“So, it would be nice to think that you too would serve justice.”
“…implementing justice?”
At some point.
Her voice was cold, but Briggs, who had not noticed because he was busy gossiping about Dowd, continued speaking.
“okay. “I’m teaching him a lesson that he shouldn’t mess with the Earl of Chester.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Literally. Radical accidents often occur during practical exams. “They say it’s easy to deal with accidents.”
and.
“I’m going to kill him.”
As soon as I heard that.
Her vision turned ‘purple’.
next.
-!
Blood is splattering.
Screams echoed everywhere.
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“Kyaaaa ah ahhh!”
“Come on, hurry up and call someone!”
At those screams, my consciousness, which had disappeared for a moment, returned.
Seras opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath.
‘…What am I doing now…!’
This is a symptom that I have never experienced before, until I rose to the rank of Grand Assassin and created a secret organization called the Covenant of the Crescent Moon.
It must be a very similar situation to the time they tried to harm Dowd Campbell before.
A situation where her body moved without her will.
As if someone was controlling it for me.
but.
The severity of the situation was much greater than it was then.
“…”
Seras looked at her hands with a shocked expression.
A bloody dagger. Briggs collapsed in front of him.
And, above all.
Eyes focused on yourself.
“…”
It’s a disaster.
There is no other major accident as large as this one.
In a situation where there are so many witnesses, how can you suddenly stab the other person with a weapon?
Cold sweat flows. My back is cold. I feel dizzy.
I didn’t panic because I was good at suppressing my emotions, but no matter how calm I was, it was nearly impossible to come up with a suitable solution to get rid of the situation.
“…”
no.
There is one.
A terrible but effective method came into her mind.
It’s a thought that would never have occurred to her normally.
When my mind is in a ‘strange’ state like it is now, the idea seems very fascinating.
‘…Can’t we just get rid of everything?’
All you have to do is slaughter all the humans here.
If all the witnesses are gone, you won’t even know who killed him in the first place.
And, as if to support that imagination.
Purple flickers in my vision again.
‘…Anyway, they’re all no help to that guy, right?’
What does it mean? Why am I thinking of this sentence?
That thought vaguely passed through my head.
Once again, I am buried in the intense throbbing that spreads like smoke rising inside my head.
The weeds and worms here.
It has no meaning and no value.
It doesn’t matter if you take it away.
In the world, only what is helpful to the ‘master’ should remain. These things are just inconvenient.
“…”
And then.
The door to the classroom opened hastily. Seras’ eyes also turned towards that direction.
ah.
It’s him.
Dowd Campbell.
“…”
Seras’ heart began to pound.
Oh yeah.
master.
I need to do something to help that man.
‘…Please wait a moment.’
I’ll get rid of all the useless ones.
That’s obviously what that man wants too.
While she was thinking that, she raised the dagger again.
Daoud looked embarrassed, then realized the situation.
“…Oh really.”
I sigh.
The next thing on his face is an expression that says he can’t help it.
and.
The ‘seal’ on his chest began to glow.
‘…White?’
A ‘fascinating’ white color that captures the attention of everyone around you.
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fantasy,
