Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer chapter 137

137 – Holy Grail (5)

It was uncomfortable. I’m not just saying this, it’s really, really uncomfortable.

What’s uncomfortable?

This silence is truly quiet. Should I say that there was silence between me and the saintess in front of me?

From what I felt, it must have only lasted about 5 seconds. Actually, it wasn’t that long.

But.

Think about it.

She lost consciousness after some kind of incident, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a girl kissing me on the lips?

I guarantee it. There is absolutely no one who wouldn’t be embarrassed at this moment.

Right around that time, I was starting to worry about whether I should push this away or remain quiet.

“Ugh…… ?!”

Beatrice reacted properly by shaking her stiff body.

Of course, he got up in a hurry and retreated.

“What, what, what, what… ….”

In her half-sitting state, almost dragging her body and distancing herself from me, she uttered a few words that did not form her own sentences.

The face is very red, and the lips are constantly trembling.

But the only word that comes out is ‘what’ or ‘what’ is the characteristic.

Not knowing how to react, I had no choice but to carefully raise my body and remain silent.

No, but wouldn’t it be quite embarrassing for me too?

This is what I experienced the moment it happened.

‘…… ‘I think I roughly know what he was trying to do.’

Of course, it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand the situation. Perhaps Beatrice was trying to give me artificial respiration after she lost consciousness.

Of course, I am grateful that you tried to help me.

The problem, however, is this strangely heart-pounding yet uncomfortable atmosphere and situation. This is a bit like that right now.

I carelessly touched my lips and glanced at Beatrice.

“…… Heehee?!”

Perhaps my gesture reminded her of our previous contact, but her face turned bright red and she suddenly started shivering.

Also, her face was like a boiling kettle. It seems like the heat rose quickly.

I didn’t do anything, but I was making a fuss all by myself.

If you’re going to be that embarrassed, just don’t do it.

“Why? No, why?”

It was a time when I, too, kept an awkward silence in response to Beatrice’s reaction.

She opened her mouth.

As I was waiting with quite a bit of worry, wondering what he was going to say, the next words continued.

“Da, why are you awake?!”

“… ….”

Somehow, this is a word that is not very pleasant to hear. I closed my mouth just as I was about to say something, and Beatrice also belatedly added an additional comment with an ‘oops’ look on her face.

“Well, that’s right! Why did I wake up now? That’s exactly what I was saying. Obviously, I stopped breathing…… ?”

It was a bit harsh when I heard it as it was, but whatever.

I nodded reluctantly and hesitantly.

‘My breathing stopped. I.’

And after thinking about it for a while, I felt like I could understand why I woke up at this not-so-good timing.

-Who do you think transplanted the dragon’s heart into your body?

From noble mtl dot com

The protagonist of a word that suddenly comes to mind is Duke Blake. Actually, it wasn’t that distant of a memory, so I was able to recall it easily.

‘The heart of a dragon.’

In context, there was a high probability that the heart was the source of my body’s regenerative power and resilience.

This is probably the reason why he came back to life so quickly after he stopped breathing.

I hesitated for a moment and then spoke to Beatrice.

“Because I have a strong body.”

“…… “Yes?”

And in response to such a possibly absurd answer, Beatrice made an expression that is difficult to explain.

He frowned as if it was absurd, but then closed his mouth slightly as if he remembered something.

Actually, she probably knows better than me how strong my body is.

She just looked devastated and slumped her shoulders.

If you listen to the voice muttering very softly, you will hear, ‘No, no matter what…’ .’ Or ‘Why, at such a moment, I just opened my eyes…’ I felt like I was just letting out words like ‘.’

I narrowed my eyes and looked at her intently.

‘Isn’t that broken?’

During her observation, she soon sat down on her floor and started staring at her ground. Just with very blank eyes.

I wonder if there is an example that is similar to that facial expression and eyes.

A child who was greatly deceived by an adult’s lies? Or, do you feel like a raccoon trying to eat cotton candy by washing it in water?

Either way, it will be clear that they are devastated.

‘…… But is this something that should be such a big shock?’

I felt somewhat disturbed as I observed Beatrice’s reaction. Anyway, there is no need to be that depressed.

As I was glaring at her, feeling somewhat displeased with her, she also looked up at me.

Did he immediately realize the meaning of my gaze? Beatrice pursed her lips and cast her gaze to the side.

And says:

“…… “It was my first time.”

The strangely tearful voice and the lament-like words seemed to contain a bit of resentment that was not directed at me.

“I did that because I thought you were in real danger. If I had known that you would wake up fine like this, I would never have… …. This is the first time I feel discouraged like this…….”

The voice was small and I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I could tell what was being said. ‘If I had known I would wake up, I would have never done it’, something like that.

Because I understand how you feel, I didn’t say anything else at first.

Yes, I didn’t know what I was feeling. Even if it were me, I was determined to save just one person, but I feel like I would be quite disappointed if he woke up so quickly.

You might be a little angry.

‘No, but it’s a bit unfair, isn’t it?’

But even so, I had to say something. I surrendered myself to the emotions that rose up in the moment and declared to Beatrice.

“If you think about it that way, it was my first time too, Richie. “This level should be considered teacher.”

If you ask me which is more valuable, a girl’s first time or a boy’s first time, of course I would answer the former without hesitation.

Still, I hope you can tolerate my irrational anger.

First of all, I meant it that way, but-.

“…… Uh, um. Umm. Hmm?”

In fact, there was something strange about Beatrice’s reaction.

Should I say it is a little different from what I expected?

I looked at her with a frown, but Beatrice paid no attention to my gaze and just continued to burst out in exclamations.

Things like ‘uhuh’, ‘um’, and ‘hum’.

Why is he like this?

“…… Huh! What, you mean that? It’s my first time, so you have a point. Right. This is Samsam, Samsam. Huh.”

“…… ?”

Somehow the reaction wasn’t what I expected, but I decided not to press into it. Well, you don’t seem to be getting angry.

Anyway, it was a good thing.

“Hmm.”

Thinking like that, I took a look at Beatrice’s expression and immediately started rummaging around in her arms.

It’s not that it’s not, but shouldn’t we forget the purpose of coming here?

Challang.

What was immediately taken out was a bright, gold-colored drinking glass. Even if it’s a drinking glass, it’s probably never been filled with alcohol.

Holy Grail.

In this cup, which is small enough to be held in one’s pocket, a transparent and brilliant liquid is already rolling around smoothly.

These, also called the tears of the goddess, were the symbol of the Holy Grail.

‘How come it’s floating in the water like that, but it’s not pouring?’

If I drank a lot of water and was drowning, common sense would show that the chalice in my arms would also be wet with water.

So, Seongsu.

But that wasn’t the case.

Seongsu was just fine.

Foreign substances were not mixed, and the intrusion of plain water(?) That filled the sanctuary was not allowed.

‘It’s so amazing.’

It wasn’t common sense, but God’s miracles were originally in the realm of non-common sense. I decided not to worry about principles.

Instead, he shakes the holy water slightly and then takes out the sword hanging from his waist.

Sereung-

Magic sword, Flügel. At this moment, she was still unconscious.

But that too had to end now.

Carefully lay the Flügel on the ground and then lift the Holy Grail. Now all you have to do is pour one or two drops of the liquid inside.

I turned to Beatrice one last time and asked.

“There won’t be any problem if I just use this, right? “Maybe you need more divine power or something.”

Of course, when I used the Holy Grail through the game, I didn’t go through this kind of verification process, but now isn’t it a real battle?

It was right to rule out in advance the possibility that the flugel might go wrong.

Luckily, Beatrice shook her head without much hesitation in response to my question.

“You don’t have to worry about that. “It’s okay as long as you don’t accidentally spill it on the ground.”

“Wow. “When you say that, my hands start shaking for no reason?”

“…… “No, do you want to play pranks at times like this?”

I smiled and held out one of my palms to show that I understood.

And while holding the chalice, tilt it immediately without hesitation.

“… ….”

The water was shaken.

Then it falls.

It feels as if the moment is split apart and the momentary scene passes by very slowly.

My eyes naturally followed the flow of water.

Falling. One drop, two drops, even three drops.

It reaches. Similarly, one drop, then two drops, and then three drops. End.

Talk… ….

Water droplets that touch the blade bounce and scatter into smaller liquid strands.

And I watched as all of that was eventually absorbed into Flügel. I concentrated without blinking.

“… ….”

“… ….”

At this moment, both Beatrice and I would have had the same thoughts.

I believe in the effect of the Holy Grail, but still.

I hoped that Flügel would be safe.

At that very moment, light appeared.

Whaaah!

I couldn’t help but frown for a moment, and then I looked at Flügel through my forcibly lifted eyelids. To check on her condition.

[…] ….]

First of all, there was silence. I can’t hear your voice yet. Of course, the most reliable way for me and Beatrice to check her condition was her voice.

We didn’t say a word, but the anxious feelings were probably already written on his face.

I swallow my nervousness and try my best to ignore the thought of ‘no way’. And waited.

[…] … Ah.]

It was a short wait.

A voice rang out.

It’s still a young voice, and it can be said to have a youthful feel. In other words, the tone resembles that of a middle school girl who has just turned fifteen.

I smiled reflexively, and Beatrice let out her sigh of relief.

Thank goodness. Looks like he woke up well.

I felt so relieved.

[I… ….]

So, I didn’t think much of Flügel’s next words.

He tried to say something, but she just listened.

[I saw it… ….]

However, apart from that, I did not understand the meaning of those words either.

…… You saw it, what?

I briefly exchanged glances with Beatrice.

It seems that she, too, is feeling her doubts.

[Heb.]

In the meantime, Flügel’s next words flowed into our ears.

[You two went out a lot together?]

“… ….”

“… ….”

A powerful word that silences both me and Beatrice at the same time.

Flügel let out a devilish laugh.

[What should I do, what should I do? I saw the two people mixing their bare skin so thoroughly, I just threw it away!]

“Sleep…… !”

And at the next words, Beatrice stood up faster than I did.

Her face blushes even more than before and she is astonished.

“No, you shouldn’t talk like that, Flügel! “Why, why are you using such an obscene expression!”

It was a statement that has been true a hundred and thousand times. I, too, was embarrassed and began to put pressure on Flügel silently.

However.

[Eh~? What can a saint say like that? I didn’t say anything wrong!]

Of course, our Yongyong didn’t seem to care about that at all.

[I was just telling it like it is. Right? Our lips were aligned, and our clothes were soaked and sticking to each other, huh? The saint wants to see all of her underwear?]

“…… ?!”

Beatrice’s shoulders shook at the shocking statement that followed. She quickly looks down at my body.

There was a short silence.

I flinched and tried to turn my head away out of courtesy, but it was too late. Beatrice’s watery gaze began to glare at me.

Very fiercely, but at the same time crying.

“Did you know?”

And when he asked, I really shook my head without hesitation.

“No, I didn’t know. “Now I know.”

This wasn’t a lie. Not only did I not have time to worry about that in the first place, but if I were to ask the question, I could have made the excuse that I had just come to my senses.

But.

“So now you understand?”

“… ….”

I guess it had no meaning. Beatrice seems to have already decided on the answer.

I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Yes, I thought it was going to be a bit peaceful.