Became the Academy Romantic Phantom Thief chapter 206

206 – Glyph

‘I didn’t want to use that much.’

Sherlock looked at her partner with complex emotions in his eyes.

Three strike kills. A fraudulent magic that activates magic to engrave a mark on an opponent and instantly kills the target if the attack hits 3 times. Even stopping or avoiding the bullets was impossible, so there was no room for the opponent to respond.

But this was the first time she used this magic in real life.

The reason was simple. Enemies hit by magic will surely die.

It is impossible to subdue them in moderation. The magic cannot be interrupted midway.

Since this spell has been cast, there are only two options.

Either the opponent dies from being struck by three strikes, or the caster himself dies before that.

The magic never goes away until one of them dies, and the mark remains for life.

In other words, the risk was as great as the fraudulent performance.

But Sherlock had no intention of killing Raven, of course. Even if a phantom thief is a criminal, that’s too much.

She just planned to scare the thief into surrendering.

After she fires two shots, she has one left. At that time, Raven himself will intuitively understand. One more hit and he really dies.

The magic won’t break until one of them dies.

In that case, it should be left unsolved. Since this is the first time I’ve used it, I’m unlikely to ever use this magic in the future, so it doesn’t really matter.

The mark will not be erased and will remain, but it is invisible to anyone except yourself and the phantom thief anyway. After the phantom thief turns himself in, he won’t have to face him, so there’s no reason to worry about the mark, and Raven himself…

Wouldn’t it be better to think of it as the price of sin? The mark isn’t that big anyway, so you can just ignore it and live with it.

Yes. She thought so

‘Hand mirror?’

Until the moment the bullet flew, the phantom thief took out a hand mirror from his bosom.

What are you trying to do? She hadn’t appeared in any of the combat scenes he’d seen, at least, so Sherlock glared at her, paying attention to Raven’s every move.

But contrary to expectations, Raven did not show any special movements. The way she closed her eyes and stayed still made it seem as if she had let go of the lingering feelings of life.

‘What is it…?’

The phantom thief Sherlock had been bumping into was not one to give up so easily. No matter how thoroughly he set up measures, he didn’t get out of the way to the point of hating him. That’s why I mobilized such an extreme last resort.

Did I really give up?

If that’s the case, I might be more fortunate. If the thief had not surrendered and continued to resist even after being hit by this bullet, Sherlock would have been very embarrassed too.

Thousands of thoughts came to my mind and disappeared during the fleeting moment as the bullet flew along its trajectory.

The moment I was about to conclude that Raven had given up resistance.

As soon as he opened his eyes, everything began to change rapidly.

“What…”

Sherlock let out a sigh, his eyes widening at the incomprehensible sight. As the thief stretched out his hand, the bullets flying towards him stopped in the air.

It is impossible. Her magic bullet of judgment can ignore any physical or magical interference. In other words, blocking the movement of a bullet could never happen.

Her question was valid. In fact, her ability that Raven used was a third power that transcended the laws of the real world.

It was the power of the transcendent. If you go back, it was a miraculous power bestowed by God.

It’s a completely different ability from the magic that came down from the dragon.

Sherlock could feel the fragments of power built up by blocking her bullets with his observer’s eyes. With her green eyes sparkling, she muttered in astonishment.

“You said you stopped time…?”

At first glance, she may look like the bullet is floating in midair, but Sherlock notices that time has stopped in the process of the bullet heading towards the enemy.

Of course, this is nonsense. Because the power to control time is a distant realm that humans dare not even understand, let alone touch. It is basic common sense that anyone who learns even a little about magic will know.

However, the phantom thief in front of him is using abilities that belong to the realm of gods casually.

Does that mean that Raven was actually a hidden god? The situation was absurd enough to bring such absurd thoughts to mind.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She asked Sherlock, as if she had forgotten that she and her thief were in the middle of a battle.

Then Raven shrugged her shoulders sarcastically, keeping one arm outstretched.

“Okay. Do I have an obligation to inform you?”

“·······.”

She had nothing to say. In fact, there is nothing more stupid than to openly explain one’s abilities to an enemy. Of course, Sherlock confided meekly about her own death, but she was an exception because it was her plan to induce Raven to surrender.

“Anyway, your magic has become useless with this. Is it my victory?”

It’s very nasty. To the point where I want to slap a slap on the face as I talk with a real smile.

Sherlock, who glared at her partner, glared at her eyes, finally let out a sigh and lowered the muzzle at her.

I don’t want to admit it, but there can’t be a decision in this situation.

He was so happy that he had won, Raven smiled and pointed at the glowing pattern on his chest.

“Then could you please delete this?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, but that doesn’t work.”

“… Huh?”

She kindly told me about the characteristics of magic that I hadn’t been able to tell you about before.

A spell that, once used, will never be released until one of them dies.

In other words, unless someone dies, the mark engraved on the chest will not disappear no matter what.

“··· Ha. hahahaha. Don’t joke Since it’s no fun, can you release it quickly?”

Looking at Raven’s increasingly hardened expression, Sherlock tilted her head curiously.

“You can use that ability to manipulate time.”

“I can’t.”

If that was possible, Raven would have solved it herself without even bothering to ask her.

There was a condition to the power of time passed down from Hayang.

Cannot be used against living beings, and cannot be manipulated other than to stop time.

To erase the mark, it means that time must be returned to the past, but such manipulation was beyond the level of a human being. An instinctive intuition followed that an unimaginable price would follow if he tried forcefully.

Raven looked alternately at Mark and Sherlock, who were showing off their presence on her chest, and asked softly.

“Then what should I do?”

As the situation turned around in an instant, Sherlock answered with her nose and her nose.

“You can live like that for the rest of your life.”

Actually, neither was mentioned, but there was a way.

The magic breaks when one of them dies. Raven’s time control powers made it impossible for Sherlock to kill him, but the reverse was still possible.

In other words, if the phantom thief kills the detective, the problem will be solved. However, even though they knew that fact, they didn’t even seriously consider it as if it was natural.

And Joanne, who was caught in the middle watching the battle, realized that too.

Apart from her quirky and peculiar personality, she has a clear brain as much as she is a doctor, and she is quick to notice, so she realized it at once.

The thief and the detective are not just hostile to each other.

“A couple fight is noisy.”

So it wouldn’t be strange to mumble like this.

***

“Haa…”

A deep sigh came out of nowhere.

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I stole Excalibur safely. As long as the princess was willing to help her, it wasn’t too difficult for her from the beginning.

But apart from that, the battle in the last hallway ended in disarray, leaving only feelings of embarrassment.

I was wondering if I managed to get over it with Hayangi’s help, but what? A spell that won’t work until one of them dies? I mean, where in the world is that?

Anyway, Sherlock had the urge to ask why she cast such a spell on me. She

She went, of course she’s understanding. You couldn’t have imagined that I would destroy that magic trick. She must have brought it out with the feeling of her last special move in her own way.

Thanks to that, she took Excalibur and got out safely, but the pattern engraved on her chest remained intact. According to what she said, she should live like this until she dies, but does that make sense?

[Think positively. Doesn’t it suit you?]

“Are you saying that now as consolation?”

People say they can’t see it, but I can see it clearly, but what’s the point? Every time I look in the mirror, the glittering green pattern is too annoying. Even if you just bend your eyes down, you can see it openly.

Thanks to that, I got so depressed that I couldn’t hear from Vivian and went straight home.

I’ll have to get Excalibur tomorrow or something. After waiting for hundreds of years, would anything happen if it was a day late?

Yes. I was so complacent.

Without knowing what consequences that might bring.