178 – Enemy or Ally
“Heo-euk… Heo-eok… ! Sa, alive!!!”
“After… after… I almost died at Bower’s hands… “
“Oh my God… Miz, you can joke even in situations like this… ? It might be great in a pure sense… “
“The more heavy and dark the situation, the more important humor is. Maybe that’s why the Bowers have an exceptionally developed sense of humor?”
“No, it’s heavy… ! Dark… !”
Ah!
Whew!
Heo Eok! Huh!
It was a sound that could be heard from all over the place.
Their hands stopped choking me.
A monster who single-handedly forced dozens of students in the audience to commit suicide.
The Bishop of the Black Root Church, Capra of Enchantment.
She has reaped her power.
To beware of the real enemy, not these kids.
The cadets belatedly followed Capra’s gaze.
There.
There was a presence looking down on them from the roof of the dormitory building.
A robe that seems to be wrapped in the pitch black of the night sky, and an unusual mask that scatters darkness from its eye sockets.
And with a sturdy physique, it looks like it’s wearing armor and a robe over it.
The expression “Monster” Was appropriate.
“What is that… !?”
“People… is it?”
“Did the faculty and staff come to save you!?”
“Maybe the dean’s doll!?”
Most of the cadets did not know his true identity. And the reaction of the cadets who did not know his identity was divided into two.
“Oh, what a huge muscle… ! If we were to fight, would I be able to deal with it!?”
“Are you talking about muscle in this situation… Then, the reason we almost died from that black magician sister is because her muscles are compression muscles?”
“Agion, are you really a woman at this level? You’re a sister to a black magician. You’re out of your mind.”
“By the way, damn it. Will Adela be okay? A black magician’s barrier.”
“You are a strong woman. The seniors said it was okay, so trust me and wait. My friends in Ceylon are also safe. Anyway, that sleeper. Enemy? Or are you?”
“I’m not the kind of person who judges people based on their appearance… I don’t think he’ll be our ally.”
The wary side.
“Well, what is that again…! Take a look- Hey, Magnus. Do you know what that is?”
“I don’t know what it is, but it looks damn dangerous…!”
“Vice President Laura, what is that again!?”
“I-I think it’s better to prepare for battle first!”
The hostile side.
“Another scary-looking thing came out…!”
It was the same with Aedrin.
“It’s too much for those black magicians alone…! What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, Miz…!”
Adrin half-cryed and hugged Miz.
“From the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to fight bravely and well…!”
In fact, before they became vigilant and hostile, their fighting spirit was already like a candle in front of a typhoon.
A genius born with one of the best talents since the beginning of the academy.
Before graduating from the academy, he reached the realm of the 7 stars, and is a monster on the same level as the professor.
Even if it was meloin right now, it was like the sky to Shade.
However, such a meloin could not cope and was helplessly suppressed.
Even though, the opponent was suppressing dozens of other cadets at the same time.
What would have happened if that unknown assailant hadn’t appeared?
Tumbling.
The difference in absolute power. Aid Lynn’s arms and legs trembled as she tried to pretend to be bright in front of her eyes with the fear of death that would result from it.
“It’s okay.”
Miz patted Aid Lynn on the head as she hugged her.
“You can relax now, friend.”
“What… ?”
It contained too much power to be a mere encouragement.
Aidrin inadvertently checked Miz’s face.
“Everything will be fine.”
“… “
Miz’s emotions, her expressions are contagious. Aid Lynn asked cautiously, as her hands and feet had stopped shaking.
“That… Who the hell are you… ?”
“… Bower’s friend?”
Audrin’s expression turned back to anxiety at Miz’s playful reply.
“I-I believe that Miz is okay… It’s not like Miz said that for nothing. That’s stupid- uh? Fool?”
Ade Lynn looked around her and put her hand over her mouth.
“What should I do, Miz… ! I don’t see an idiot!”
“What?”
Miz hurriedly looked around her.
“Did you check the pocket on the other side of her as well?”
“Now is the time to joke – no, I hope it’s the right time to joke… What if the fool got into trouble? No, are you okay? Are you stupid?”
“I feel uneasy because they keep calling me an idiot, but how about changing the name? Like a genius.”
“… That’s right. You’re a genius, so you’ll be fine. I can’t imagine her in danger, can’t I, Miz!?”
Miz nodded her head.
“Right. She said he’d be the one who would lie in her coffin and she’d walk out again while she was hesitant-“
Even as she said that, she eagerly recalled the reason why Ceylon would be safe.
“Ah.”
That’s right. Ceylon. That guy was also a true member of Harasin – he was in the same affiliation as that person.
So, did the idiot bring him?
“As expected, my friend.”
A subtle smile appeared on Miz’s face as she recalled her proud friend.
Ceylon. I don’t know what method he used, but thanks to him, no one would die in this place today.
Looking at that, it was definitely a happy and happy accident.
However, the uneasy question lingers on her tail.
‘By the way, how did he arrive so quickly… ?’
‘And why, without Ceylon, only he came… ?’
Miz continued her thinking with her Ceylon and her right arm on the same line.
Then she suddenly opened her eyes.
Suddenly, the figures of the two overlapped.
Miz shook her head.
‘Nonsense.’
The only thing he and Ceylon had in common was that both belonged to the true Harasin.
The only odd thing was that the moment Ceylon appeared, her right arm appeared as if it were shifting.
To treat two people as the same person based only on those two things?
The expression delusion of grandeur was an appropriate jump logic.
“… “
Miz was clearly aware of that fact.
But.
She was deep in thought.
If.
If Ceylon’s true identity is really his right hand-
How should I treat him?
A friend? Or benefactor?
“… “
Miz’s expression was stained with her anguish.
***
‘Does this make sense!?’
Hwibien shouted inwardly.
At that time too.
It’s the same this time too.
A moment of crisis. Ceylon disappears, and the monster appears.
As if it were a shift. No. Like hiding and then appearing with makeup on.
There is a saying to doubt inevitability from the second time, even if it is a coincidence once.
Hwibien had a hunch that this was no mere coincidence.
‘There’s something between the two of you… !’
Hwibien came up with two possibilities.
First.
Possibility that Ceylon is actually under the protection of a gangster.
Second.
The truth is that Ceylon is a gangster.
The second possibility is really far-fetched.
That stupid man is an assassin and black magician with transcendental powers?
It would be more convincing that his true identity is a dragon disguised as a human.
By the way.
Hwibien’s mind was helplessly inclined towards the second possibility.
It’s a series of situations where the hunger fits so well that it’s not a heart attack.
‘… Did you risk your identity being discovered in order to save me? Gesture?’
And personal fan spirit(?).
Above all.
‘If the identity of the man is really a gangster-‘
A sense of relief that you no longer have to worry about Ceylon playing with him.
With all of that, the image of Ceylon overlapped over the image of the monster.
‘I knew you would!’
Hwibien felt exhilarated like the hero of a romantic novel who solved a case in a labyrinth.
“Ah.”
But the pleasure was only for a moment, followed by vague anxiety.
He thought he knew the man well.
So it’s good that we found out that the man was wearing a mask.
By the way-
Even though I know a lot about the masked man.
I didn’t know anything about the man who took off the mask.
If his identity is truly a monster-
For some reason, he gained such mighty yet evil power-
For what reason are you leading a double life?
His thoughts, activity psychology, purpose.
Everything was unclear.
Ceylon.
Is he still Ceylon even when the mask is removed?
Am I the same as the pathetic, sinister, a little cool and a little caring man I know?
Or not.
Is it a completely different person?
Will the masked man treat himself as before?
Will your relationship with him still be the same?
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“… “
Hwibien’s face was stained with anguish.
***
‘This intuition… ‘
The moment when Drin Rebringer encountered that unknown assailant.
Her transcendent intuition sent a signal.
It’s dangerous.
That being possesses an infinitely deep and dark power.
Drin couldn’t help but panic.
According to her own super-intuition, which can hardly be wrong, that mighty and evil being possesses a power comparable to that of her father, the patriarch?
No.
‘Ceylon… ?’
That day.
The day I met Ceylon for the first time after chasing an assassin into a back alley.
When I saw him approaching from across the street corner, I felt the same intuition I had now, and I remembered what I thought was an illusion.
According to her super-intuition, the intuition she felt then and now are remarkably consistent.
‘This is how it happened… ?’
Drin’s face was stained with her anguish.
***
“Just in case, what is the purpose of appearing here?”
Capra looked at the assailant with an expression that could not hide her nervousness.
The Count, the being who killed the incarnation of the Devourer.
The existence that killed Vidad, the bishop of fresh blood, and the flowing demon grand duke.
That would be the existence that claims to be the head of an embarrassing group called the true God Hara.
“… “
Standing on the roof of her dormitory building, her assailant looked down at her and others for a moment before opening her mouth.
“We are the true Harassin.”
Hara Shin.
When the name was mentioned, the audience stirred.
“In order to fulfill the duty not yet fulfilled, I will sustain the light from the shadows and drive away the darkness.”
The gunman stretched out his hand towards Capra and grabbed it.
As if bursting an insect.
“Bishop… !”
“No way!”
Brohr and her followers were alarmed and horrified.
“Whoops.”
Capra drew an alluring line around the corners of her mouth.
However, those eyes were burning like those of a cornered beast, burning her life.
“Monster-“
What the assailant did was nothing else.
The ‘Lee Dong-jin’ that Capra and her followers painstakingly built.
Destroyed the means to escape from this place.
The assailant declared in a deep, dark voice as if rising from the abyss of the abyss.
“The errand boy of the boundary. Declared in the name of the shadow. Darkness will retreat from this place today, and light will advance.”
The assailant jumped off the building.
At that moment, the senses of everyone in the audience were denied.
No. It would be more appropriate to say that it has already been denied.
“… !”
The assailant who was standing on the roof of a building far away just a moment ago.
Suddenly, the assailant was standing right in front of the group of warlocks, including Capra.
Through her command of her urgency, Capra was pouring out her everything she had.
But his mouth didn’t move.
Mana did not react.
‘This power… !’
The identity of power. The assailant murmured in a low voice to Capra, who shuddered upon realizing the fragment.
“Out of sight.”
His hands gripped the air.
In his hands, injustice takes shape.
“In a place that cannot be coveted.”
It was a line.
Warlocks were surrounded by lines, like worms caught in a spider’s web.
“Go back to where the darkness belongs.”
As the assailant commands with his hand gestures, the lines of denial dance.
There was no sound of fabric being cut, nor the sound of pain that the process evoked.
It was just negative.
Soon they were no longer warlocks.
“… !”
The lines of negativity hacked away the power of warlocks.
The warlocks, whose strength was instantly stripped and turned into empty shells, roared silently in the midst of denial.
Give it back!!!
“… “
The right arm that incapacitated the warlocks in this way lifted its head and stared into the sky while chanting.
“Did you come?”
Wow? What do you mean?
It was the moment when the Baradon cadets were just stunned to express their doubts about the series of processes, with the expressions of fishermen looking at the sea of lightning and thunder, whirlpools and tidal currents that do not stop.
Damn it-
The space surrounding them.
The barrier started to crack.
Within. They returned to the real world again.
“… !”
People outside the barrier welcomed them.
No. The person inside the barrier welcomed them.
Just as I was about to break the barrier, the barrier was suddenly broken.
The assailant who presented the intruder to the intruder bowed to them.
“The shadow welcomes the light.”
While politely beckoning the warlocks who remained in their shells.
It was like a chef serving his own food.
But maybe his atmosphere is the atmosphere.
It looked like a monarch proud of his achievements without fail.
“This darkness, you. Rather than offering it to the light.”
Dean Endiagon.
Professors and instructors.
The knights of the three great families, and the leader of the knights.
Light.
The large army of light that arrived upon sensing the invasion of darkness was overwhelmed by a single shadow.