How to Survive at the Academy chapter 120

Joint Combat Practice 2 (6)

“Hey, hey… !”

The condition of the Ophelis tube was also not normal.

Ed and Clarisse, jumping from Merylda’s back, quickly checked the condition of the rose garden. Clarisse had lost all the strength in her legs.

The scattered corpses were half maids and half students.

“right… Ugh… .”

Clarice, driven to the limit, barely held back her tears. He grabbed Ed’s elbow and covered my mouth… I forcibly moved my trembling steps.

The Ophelis Hall was located much closer to the Dragon than the Trix Hall. The moment disaster struck, he was in a state where he had not been able to properly defend his magic.

The outer wall was almost perforated. Traces of the scales were evident.

The interior was also miserable. The lobby and hallways were filled with blood. Not only Clarisse, but Ed, who was always calm, had no choice but to swallow a gasp.

“The high-level defense magic circle… It’s activated… .”

Ed repeated it as he looked up at the ceiling in the inner central lobby.

A wide-range attack like this has limited power. The scale attack was powerful, but it probably wouldn’t have been enough to break through high-level defense magic.

this is… After the first attack, it is a trace of the implementation of the defensive magic circle even later. It means there are survivors inside.

The saint’s room is on the top floor, and the room that manages the defense magic circle is on the way up. Almost no traffic was wasted, so I just stopped by and went.

Ed went up the stairs of the Ophelis Hall, holding the arm of the saint who was wiping her tears with his sleeve.

Then, I quickly turned around on the middle floor and ran along the hallway of the management office where the maids were living. Even in the middle, there were corpses scattered around, which was terrifying, but he clenched his teeth and proceeded ignoring it.

And when we enter the deepest part of the management office… After a while, a maid was seen sitting on the top of the defense magic expression ceremony, panting for breath. was a survivor.

When I got closer, I saw that gorgeous costume… That’s the maid’s.

“Mr. Bell… !”

“Huh, huh… .”

Edgar shouts, and the maid, who has become seven packs of blood, gently raises her head. Then, clenching his teeth and trying to get up, he collapses again and sits down.

Four or four giant scales are embedded in the shoulder blades and abdomen. It is already fatal.

The dragon’s scale magic came upon me without even having time to respond. As soon as Bell Maia noticed the abnormality, he ran to the management office and tried to start with the defensive magic, but the dragon’s attack was a little faster.

The dragon’s blow that broke through the outer wall and slaughtered the internal personnel must have been painful.

In the meantime, Bell staggered to the point of dying and entered the deepest part of the management office… High-level defense magic was expressed for the unexpected survivors.

“this… Unbelievable… .”

Bell Maia raised her head with difficulty, dripping blood. Clarisse took a deep breath, covering her mouth with both hands.

Seeing the two of them, Bell Maia forcibly moved her body… I pulled out a bunch of keys from my waist and held them. Maybe he didn’t have the strength to pick up the key and take it out, so he dropped it on the floor and fell into Ed’s arms.

There was no more power in his body. Ed clenched his teeth, closed Bel Maia’s eyes, and gently laid him down on the floor. Then he picked up the bundle of keys and led Clarisse’s arm.

“Ugh… whoops… .”

Clarisse had already reached the limit of her mental state. However, thanks to Ed, who somehow kept his composure, he was able to move as much as his body.

They crossed the hallway side by side, ran up the stairs again, and arrived at the top floor of the saint’s room.

Ed put the door keys one by one with an urgent hand and turned them all around. The door opened only after arguing for a long time with a clicking sound.

With a squeaking sound, you can see the most luxurious private room in the Ophelis building at a glance. It is the sanctuary of a saint.

Ed entered the room with Clarisse, slammed the door shut, and lowered the lock. Then he put the saint on the bed.

Ed put his hands on the saint’s shoulders and spoke with eyes straight.

“Keep your heart tight, my lord.”

“eww… whoops… Ugh… yes… yes… .”

“Once the high-level defense magic has been activated, if you stay in the room, you won’t get caught up in the aftermath of any magic. You will be swept away by direct blows or magic beyond your limits… You should hope that doesn’t happen. There is hardly a safer place on the college campus than here.”

Ed said that and stood up.

“I still have a lot of work to do. There are many places to visit. So please wait here. You must never leave the Ophelis Hall.”

As soon as she said that and was about to take her hand off Clarisse’s shoulder, Clarisse grabbed her hand and pulled her tight.

“ah… not… bar… Outside… danger… .”

The unstoppable tears flowed wildly. Still, Clarisse swallowed her breath and continued to speak with difficulty. It’s dangerous outside, so we were told to stay here together.

Clarisse was just too scared. It was too harsh an ordeal for Claris, who had lived her whole life in the somber world of Seonghwangdo. If I was left here alone, it seemed that the fear would really go away.

“Lady. First of all, in order to solve the problem, I have to understand the situation… .”

―aa

Another explosion from outside the window. Earthquakes are also accompanied. Light came pouring in from outside the window as if a light had been turned on.

Clarisse put her in Ed’s arms and looked up at his face. Tears flowed out in clumps.

Ed gave him a few pats on the back for a while, but… Soon after, he grabbed her slender shoulders again and pulled Clarisse out of her arms.

He felt sorry for his tear-stained face, but he couldn’t stay still.

“Lady. Look out the window. Just because I’m just waiting like this… .”

… Nothing gets resolved.

It was the car he was about to say, but a strange sight outside the window caught Ed’s eyes. It was the magic circle that soared high in the sky.

It was not manifested by the Holy Chang Dragon Velbroque, nor by Lucy or Obel, who was blocking the dragon. In the beginning, the direction was not toward the battlefield, but toward the deep alley of Gwakwon-dong.

– Tadada!

– Druck.

Ed ran out and opened the window and pulled his head out the window. The overall shape of the magic circle seemed to catch on at a glance. It was a form that was applied to a completely different field beyond a simple magic formula.

“to… Mr. De… ?”

Clarisse called for Ed in a wet voice. But Ed didn’t answer. He clearly captured the magic circle’s shape in his eyes and then ran back into the corner of the room.

In the first place, Ed knows the structure of this room very well. It was because there was an opportunity to enter the top floor of the Ophelis Hall at the time of Act 4 of ＜Failed Swordsman of Sylvania>.

I pulled out the sliding door-shaped bookshelf in the corner. It was full of all kinds of Bibles, magic books, and reference books. Most of them were books on theological considerations.

Ed bowed his head as it was, and pulled out the books on the sacred arts below. Then he brought it to the center table, put it on it, and flipped the bookshelf and started waiting.

“Ed-senpai… ?”

I tried calling the second time, but the voice did not enter Ed’s ears, whose brain was already running to its limit.

For a few minutes, he flicked through the bookshelf, desperately looking for something, and then, after a while, his hand stopped at a specific page.

He lays the page open on the table and takes another book out of his pocket. A rare magic book with astronomical value, it was the ‘Introduction to Aspects’ by the Archmage Glockt.

This time, I flipped through the book, looking for the contents, and then stopped at a specific page and read it alternately, comparing and contrasting it with the book on scholastic jurisprudence that I had just opened.

After so long… Ed flopped down on the old-fashioned wooden chair next to the table.

“This… okay… I guess… .”

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Murmur in a low voice The half-trembling voice had subsided somewhat.

“At first… Twisted… Wasn’t it… ?”

“Ed-senpai, maybe something… .”

“From the beginning, it was just… If it was ‘Affair’… ?”

-bang!

After all thoughts were put together, Ed hit the table and stood up. The saint looked at him and asked.

“Senior, did you notice something… ?”

“Listen well, Madame. whatever happens… If you can’t, be sure to ask me for help… .”

“yes… ?”

“So… .”

―aa

From then on, it happened quickly.

Just as Ed was about to explain something more, the breath of Sung Chang-ryong struck the defensive magic of the Ophelis Hall. It was the aftermath of the battle being fought outside.

Even an obel could not block the massive mass of magic. In the end, you have no choice but to twist the direction of the force and bounce it back and forth.

One of the many bounced strands… It would only hit the Ophelis tube.

―Coogong! Kugugugugung!

Ed’s reflexes reacted quickly.

The building has already reached its limit. If it’s going to collapse… I had to be as safe as possible.

Ed, who was holding the saint in his arms while gathering his magical powers, jumped right into the bed as if diving. I felt myself bouncing on the soft bed, and then the ceiling began to collapse.

―Kwa Gua Gaga Gaga River!

The rubble of the building poured down.

* * *

– Dump, Dump.

I woke up to the sensation of something liquid dripping onto my cheeks at the tip of my nose.

Clarisse screamed and barely moved her entire body, trying to raise her upper body.

“… Huh… !”

Just hold my mouth tightly with both hands… I trembled endlessly.

in the rubble of a collapsed building. Ed caught his eye by forcing his magical powers to support the wreckage.

On his chest… There was an iron pole that was supposed to be used as a building material. Its thickness was thicker than any other short spear.

The liquid that was dripping on my cheek… It was blood flowing from Ed’s chest.

“Oh, no… no… .”

Ed knelt down on his knees. It looked like it was going to fall, but again, she supported the weight of the wreckage and tried to say something to the saint.

“nine… th… second… under… .”

“no… . Sir Ed… This… No… . I can’t… .”

Broken tears flowed out.

Clarisse tried to press Ed’s wound with her slender hand, but Ed’s blood rushing out showed no sign of stopping. Blood continued to flow through the crevices of his fingers, only dyeing his white hands red.

“no… . why… like this… This is… I… instead of me… Dying is… No… . no… .”

Ed continued to say something. It was like some number.

“Work… six… zero… .”

The hand that presses the wound is ephemeral. Without even having time to wipe the tears that welled up, Clarisse somehow strengthened her hands.

Clarisse had done nothing to Ed. He was swept away by the situation, unable to adapt to the imminent change, and was led by his hand, and eventually even made him die instead.

That fact corrodes Clarisse’s heart again. His face, which is losing its vitality, constantly stimulates the brain.

Too many people sacrificed to save Clarisse. They didn’t even have time to figure out how to use their hands.

Ed never wanted to let him die. still holding his breath

However… The light of that life was already running out.

Ed did his last diligence to bounce off the building rubble that had been pouring down from the roof. Without the magical powers drawn from Glast’s ring, it would have been impossible in the present state of affairs.

And then… The strength of the body was just released. The body sank down on the saint’s lap.

“eww… ugh… whoops… Ugh… .”

In a room where the ceiling collapsed and the inside was exposed… The saint wrapped her arms around Ed’s head while shedding tears. Ed’s eyes widen little by little, and the blood disappears from his face.

“No… . no… please… . no… .”

like that… Ed breathed.

The sky is full of Sung Chang-ryong’s roar. Lucy and Obel are thirteen.

A strange magic circle that rises from the corner of the gallows wing covers the entire sky.

Suddenly, I felt as if the world was spinning with light. Are you going to die like this?

Clarisse hugged Ed’s head tightly and wept. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Thinking about it like that… .

That’s how I had to face the end of my life.

* * *

It felt like the blackout had been lifted.

I had no choice but to narrow my forehead to the bright light that suddenly stabbed my eyes.

Clarisse took a breath.

― ‘Seo, what’s wrong with you here… ?’

― ‘Today is a joint combat practice. I didn’t come here to check on you… ?’

– ‘Idiot… ! The saint was planning to welcome the distinguished guests from the saints today… ! So I missed the practice… !’

― ‘That’s right… But then why are you here… ? I hope you came to meet that man Ed… ?’

― ‘Are you two acquaintances? ?’

– ‘Well… I don’t think I’ve ever seen a saint talk with that man.’

― ‘In the first place, Saints don’t have good contact with others.’

― ‘That’s right… .’

Whispers were heard from all over the place.

The place is near the main gate of the Gloct building. A wooden table made for students to rest.

If you sit there and look at the opposite side, the person who catches your eye… Ed Roth-Taylor and Yenika Palerover sitting next to him.

“… … .”

Clarisse couldn’t breathe. At first, the situation was not understood.

just… The image of Ed, who had just cooled off in Clarisse’s arms, still remains in his mind.

However, Ed Roth Taylor in front of us… She closed the book she was reading and put it down on the table with a puzzled expression on her face as she looked at the saint.

“Lady. Let’s talk… What are you talking about… ?”

With that answer, Ed Rothtailer looked at Clarisse.

“… … .”

That moment,

The image of a blonde man standing on the rubble of a building flashes through his memory. The iron rod that pierced his chest and the blood that was gushing out… The appearance of supporting the weight to protect Claris while dying coldly overlaps at once.

Bearing the feeling that tears were about to flow, Clarisse quickly stood up from her seat. Then, in an instant, he approached Ed.

Then, all of a sudden, he unbuttons Ed’s shirt and starts to shove it through.

“… … ??”

“No, what now… you do… .”

Unable to scratch the saint’s body recklessly, Ed asked with both arms raised as if perplexed.

Yenica, who was sitting next to her, fired question marks with her ears turned red, and the students who were watching all at once came to a standstill.

The saint, who had undoed Ed’s two buttons as it was, looked inside, but there were no punctured wounds or flowing blood.

Yenika jumped up from her seat with a blush-like face.

“Stand, Madame… ! No matter how saintly you are… In broad daylight in a place like this… Something like this… !!”

The moment she tried to stop Clarisse with that, she let Ed go.

And when you step back… He slumped down in his seat.

Was it a dream or a hallucination? Am I simply too tired these days to see things in vain?

Clarisse shook her head with that thought in mind, but… Immediately, I felt a pain in my lower right arm.

At that feeling, Clarisse raised her right arm and checked her wrist.

I took a deep breath again.

On those slender wrists… I don’t know why, but it stayed the same.

Those handprints that Ed grabbed while running up the Ophelis coffin.

The face that met a cold death while protecting Clarisse blooms with vivid memories again.

As she wiped Ed’s face in front of her over and over again… Tears were dripping down.

Of course, all the students watching it… They were all as hard as stones.