208 – Praise The Lord (4)
Aisha and Siena’s special performance is in progress.
With this stage, all the official events of the Academy Festival come to an end.
Since Aisha and Sienna’s stage was great in terms of composition, visuals, and chemistry between the two, the reaction from the audience was very good.
“Kyaaa— Aisha-sama is so cool! During the dancing part, firecrackers exploded in front of the stage, so it was completely mysterious.”
“Wow, Sienna-sama is really an elf princess… She’s really pretty.”
“Aren’t both of them looking too good? He kept smiling while looking at the audience.”
“Yes. Even me watching it made me feel good. Ah~ I waited five hours in advance, so I was good at getting a seat in the front.”
Unlike them, Theo felt a chill somewhere.
Because the two of them on stage were clearly laughing, but every time they looked at Theo, they looked somehow sullen.
‘······Am I being sensitive?’
The thought of not knowing when an incident/accident might happen might have sharpened your nerves.
‘By the way, no special incidents or accidents have occurred yet.’
If anything had happened, Locke, the head of security, would have moved, but he didn’t show much movement either.
While Theo was thinking about that, Aisha and Sienna’s stage ended.
Aisha said on stage.
“Uhhhhh~ That’s the stage me and Siena prepared! Did everyone have fun~?!”
“””Yes”””
A roaring answer came from the audience.
As Isha seemed satisfied, she nodded her head broadly.
“We had a lot of fun too~ Thank you to the organizers for giving us a chance to go on stage like this, let’s go down—?”
Aisha stopped talking.
It was because a group of about 30 people dressed in black and armed with various weapons broke into the stage.
A commotion broke out in the audience.
“What is that? Is it a surprise event?”
“Wow, that’s bloody brutal. Look at the scar on your cheek. It must have been difficult to dress up that person.”
The host quickly ran to a man with a scar on his cheek who was standing at the front of the group.
─hahahaha······ No matter how cute Miss Aisha and Miss Siena are, you can’t invade the stage─ oops!
The presenter’s words could not be followed. This is because the scarred man stabbed his fist into the host’s abdomen.
The chatter in the audience turned into fear in an instant.
Kyaaak – There were audiences who screamed, and there were audiences who opened their eyes wide in surprise.
The armed group immediately surrounded Aisha, Sienna, and the stage officials on stage and drove them to the center of the stage.
One of the stage attendants resisted.
“Da, who the heck are you— kkeaaa!”
The group of armed men immediately broke the arms of the stage attendant who resisted at a bizarre angle.
“·······.”
There was no one who could resist his sharp and neat skills any longer.
Sienna, who was trying to summon the spirit, was also captured, fearing that there might be a weapon hidden by the group.
Locke, who stood up from his seat and recognized the seriousness of the situation, did not move hastily.
Scarred man stood in the center of the stage.
“Ah, ah— that’s good, that’s good.”
He seemed to enjoy the chaos, closed his eyes and spread his arms toward the audience.
After a while, he took the microphone from the hand of the host who had fallen on the floor and held it in his own hand.
─Hello everyone! I’m from the northern magic city—ah, why does this sound so low. Hey, presenter!
As he spoke, he bent his knees and looked at the presenter who was lying on the floor.
However, there was no answer back to the stunned presenter.
─Heh heh heh, look at this. The host of the show fell asleep during the show? When the host asks, you have to answer quickly. The presenter’s posture is not good!
Kwajik, Kwajik!
The scarred man took pictures of the host’s head with a microphone in his hand.
The presenter convulsed whenever the head was shot.
Red blood flowed from the host’s broken head.
The scarred man frowned and held the microphone again.
─Eh, I feel bad. I can’t help it, I just have to do it like this. How far did i say Alas, I remembered. It’s your turn to say your name. I hope the greeting is late! My name is Oswald from the Northern Magic City! I’m here to show you what a real performance is! The topic is, well, what to do. Ah! How about this? A deathmatch of blood, flesh and bones!
Pointing to the hostages at the center of the stage—Aisha, Sienna, and the stage attendants—Oswald continued.
─Ah, but when it comes time to perform, there aren’t enough performers. They all look like poetry. I want to show you guys a real performance Speaking of which, I want the Ellinia Academy to provide some performers. There are 32 of us in total? Only 32 guys who want to hit me come forward. Then we’ll get started right away!
At those words, the chatter in the audience grew even louder.
The sound of thousands of people talking at the same time grew out of control.
Oswald frowned.
─Eh, that’s true. Everyone is noisy. You just have to crawl out.
Pahak!
He vigorously kicked the torso of the host who had fallen to the floor.
The host’s body flew through the air and landed in front of Locke.
Students, reporters, and guild and government officials alike watched the scene.
No one opened their mouths.
Oswald looked down at Locke with a satisfied smile.
─Hello, bald man? I know very well about my Uncle Locke. Don’t make the atmosphere boring by bringing in uninvited guests from outside, do you just stay calm? Or will you show me what’s really boring?
Oswald giggled as he looked at the hostage in the middle of the stage.
Said Locke with a hard face.
“・・・・・・Tell me what you want.”
─Ah, that’s true. It hurts me to say it twice Didn’t I tell you all a while ago? I just want to show you what a real performance is. 32 Guys who want to hit me, come forward!
“·······.”
─Haa~ Indeed. If you have to wait, there’s no reinforcements anyway, bald man~ Do I have to tell you that there’s no answer even if you roll that shiny duckbill?
Oswald snapped his fingers.
Then, the surrounding landscape turned purple. The stage for special performances as well as the entire audience are surrounded by a giant purple curtain.
─I put up a barrier so no one from the outside can come in? You can’t even use magic in here! Ah, of course, if you’re a 7th class mage, you can dismantle it somehow. But there’s no way a 7th circle mage can be in the academy, right? Oh, maybe there is, because this is the best educational institution on the continent! But don’t worry. If I get the slightest hint of disbanding, I’ll kill them all right away!
Oswald giggled again, looking at the hostage in center stage.
At some point, about 10 instructors gathered near Locke came up with an opinion.
“Senior Professor. I guess I’ll have to do what he wants. As a result of checking, as he said, it is impossible to use magic at all.”
“That’s right. The crystal ball for communication is also in a dead state. It seems difficult to expect additional support from the outside.”
Instead of replying to their words, Locke thought to himself.
The opponent is holding a hostage. And looking at his actions so far, he doesn’t seem to have any qualms about murder.
‘A raid seems risky.’
If the raid fails, the hostages will all die.
Oswald, who was chattering in front of him, seemed to be a strong man, and the group of armed men he had led seemed formidable.
There are too many of them, and it is unknown which weapon they are hiding.
But I can’t let him do what he wants.
Even if you select 32 people and leave, there is no guarantee that he will keep his promise. He’s just right to play in the palm of his hand.
‘If it wasn’t for that purple barrier, it would work somehow.’
In fact, when the armed group broke into the stage, they immediately tried to use abnormal status magic, but it did not manifest itself.
‘How should I do this…….’
So while Locke was wrapping his head.
“·······.”
Theo stood up without a word.
* * *
As Oswald, who occupied the stage, was talking, a quest window appeared in front of me.
[Sudden Quest: Rescue the hostages caught on stage. If the number of dead hostages exceeds 5, it will automatically fail.]
Reward: 2 shop gold coins
Number of hostages killed: 0/5
From noble mtl dot com
“·······.”
Who the system sees as a bloodless, tearless psychopath.
Even if the quest window doesn’t open like this, I plan to save Aisha and Sienna.
······Anyway, Oswald, I never thought that psychopath would come out now.
Maitri’s right-hand man, Oswald, is both strong and strong, but the truly terrifying thing is that he has no morals.
Should I say pure evil?
Just as a child does not feel guilty when he steps on an ant to death.
When Oswald kills people, he feels no guilt.
‘Anyway, we have to solve it quickly with the people inside.’
Oswald His temper, if you make him wait for a long time, he will kill the hostages one by one.
I quickly scanned the surroundings with the amplified [Observer’s Eye].
······Soon I can see the paddle I will use.
Locke and Piel.
This is the best hand you can use right now.