154. Explosives (1)
‘ha… … . What should I do?’
After the beginning of the semester, I had a new problem.
Of course, it wasn’t a big concern.
It was a small concern about where to move the subclass.
The secondary class changes every year, and this is the last choice because it is only done until the second year.
The first subclass I chose was the Department of Pensions.
There, he intended to study various things necessary or useful for black magic, but in the end, he was too busy to use them properly.
I just met Lorena-senpai and got involved with this and that.
It’s a school rule that you can’t do a subclass once you’ve done it again. Therefore, I have to choose between the magic world and the priest world.
Well, there was no other option.
Demon worshipers were watching me, but I didn’t have to go to the priesthood and get caught. Even for me, the priesthood is still a rough place.
‘As expected, there is only magic world.’
It is true that there was no choice, but there was one advantage to going to the magic world.
It’s because one of the classes in charge of the magic subclass is Simon, a bomb maniac.
He was a demon worshiper and at the same time one of the most rampant villains in this great festival.
Just being able to keep an eye on him in close proximity gives me at least one safeguard.
‘Maybe they put a bomb in the box?’
Remembering back when he was playing Ackerman, Simon was clearly a madman.
He wandered around the vast academy day and night, looking for key boxes, but three of them were boxes with bombs.
This madman worked hard to set traps to confuse the great festival.
Of course, I couldn’t help it because I received the quest to remove the bomb box given in the game… … .
No, thinking about it makes me mad?
‘How do you distinguish a box containing a bomb without knowing anything!’
I wanted to say, but the days when I didn’t know anything in the first playthrough were purely my fault.
It was so fun and immersive, so I rushed to challenge the quest.
There is such a thing as build-up, and there are all the devices that will be a clue.
In the end, I only got hit by bombs dozens of times in an attempt to clear it in a hurry. After that, I slowly learned how to attack and beat it, but even thinking about it again, it’s a terrible first round.
With the know-how I gained while my brain was breaking, I slowly figured out a strategy and challenged myself from the second round onwards.
It was a way to remove land mines while taking Cyana with her, or to carry a bomb magic induction device commissioned and manufactured.
‘Come to think of it, I guess I should be prepared this time too?’
Ackerman is, after all, the first playthrough.
Coincidentally, the secondary class was also decided to be magic, so it wouldn’t be bad to get information while gently rolling him.
As a bonus, I might have to give Ackerman a hint, or if things aren’t right, I’ll have to remove the bomb box myself.
It’s because you don’t know what variables might be lurking in the participation of a character who never appeared like Siana.
‘I’ll have to stab Simon first.’
I wrote ＜Magic World＞ in the hope subclass column and submitted it.
As a master of black magic, it seemed that he would have to engage in a strange pride confrontation with the magic world.
“Hoo. Aren. Are you finally showing off your main skill?”
Gilliot, who received my application, whistled and asked. No, why are you so excited?
“The pride of the combat world. My lovely disciple Aren Blackfire! The picture of conquering even the magic world is already being drawn!”
“ah… … . Yes.”
no wonder. These days, when I look at myself, I’m smiling, and I’m Gilliat who just comes up to me and talks to me.
It was only natural that Gilliot looked at me favorably, as it was during the last festival, and during my participation in the Great Festival, as well as when I was needed.
I understand. I understand, but I hope you don’t get too attached to it.
-match!
“Ouch!”
“Cheer up, Charsha!”
please.
* * *
“… … That’s why I’m like this now.”
I ended my words by showing Cain the mark of the horns on my forehead.
Somehow, I ended up going around talking about becoming a demon, but I have no regrets.
Siana and Cain are trustworthy guys, and they won’t affect the main storyline.
“… … it’s okay?”
When Cain saw my hideous horn marks, he closed his mouth and approached me with startled, cat-like eyes.
“Look where you are.”
Cain ran his hand across my forehead to check the horns.
My antlers were growing every day. Fortunately, the size didn’t get bigger here, but it was really uncomfortable to cut it like shaving every day. As the fate percentage of the demon cult increases, the size of the horns seems to increase as well.
“Aren’t you sick?”
“done. it’s okay.”
I appreciated Cain’s concern, but I didn’t want to make him worry. I reassured her and sent her back to her seat.
“that’s interesting… … . Did something like this really happen?”
Same with Siana and Cain. When I told them that I was becoming a ‘Evil’, the reaction was calmer than I thought.
Like, ‘What to do! run away! scared! You have to report it! die!’ Even if the same reaction would come out.
“Aren’t you scared?”
Their reactions are so bland that it makes me curious. Are you okay?
“Well. What? Aren is Aren. Are you sure you want to kill me?”
Cain waved his hand gently and moved on as if he were making some trivial joke.
What is it?
Aren’t you afraid
“no. You’re not joking like that, are you?”
“No kidding. If Aren really got weird, I would have noticed. At that time, I will be responsible for you… … .”
Cain laughed bitterly without ending his words.
Yes, Cain wasn’t all right, but he seemed to be prepared in his own way.
Siana and Cain were rather more mature than me. I’m so ashamed of this.
“okay.”
I also responded to Cain’s smile. Yeah, kill me if things go wrong. Even if I die, I’d rather die at Cain’s hand. At least the scenery you see when you die won’t be too bad.
I’m more relieved that Cain said that. If I had made a fuss and cried, nothing would have been more difficult than that.
After the heavy talk, Cain changed the subject of conversation.
“Have you decided on a subclass?”
“yes.”
I nodded and remembered what had happened during the day.
The start of the great festival was declared, and subclasses were selected in the first class that immediately followed.
“I chose the magic world. What about you, Cain?”
If this happens, Ackerman and the others will slowly move on to the next episode.
Cain will probably go to the priesthood with Ackerman and the others. In the practical world, only Hoya will be left out.
“I am just a priest. I hate being bothered. I’m just going to pray moderately and come.”
The Church of Light is the religion that everyone believes in because it is the kingdom’s state religion in its own way.
It was common to pray lightly like Cain.
“by the way… … Are you a magician?”
Cain, who was eating nachos for dessert with jalapeño sauce, opened his eyes.
“yes. why?”
“Hmm. is not it? Am I right?”
Cain didn’t answer my question and muttered to himself, frowning.
“… … Hey. Can’t we just cancel and come to the priesthood? Just listen with me.”
“I already applied.”
“You can change it. If you listen to the priest class subclass, hmmmm, are you willing to cooperate during the great festival?”
Cain shyly averted his gaze and offered me a sweet proposal.
“Sorry, but no.”
Daejejeon is thoroughly solo.
In addition, there was a reason to listen to the subclass as a magician.
Cain’s eyes widened.
“done. I just asked once! I never thought of wanting to be with you.”
“Oh, um, yes… … .”
You got it right.
I couldn’t help it either.
“instead!”
“yes?”
“Well… … Just listen to class quietly. Don’t do anything weird.”
I couldn’t figure out what it meant.
* * *
“Sister Olivia… … miss you.”
The sunset dyes the academy scene red.
Bell stroked her long, light purple hair and looked down at the bustling street.
“There are a lot of people.”
But Bell was lonely.
Just because you are a candidate for sainthood, you have to wake up early in the morning and have morning worship, you must always have upright clothes and attitude, and your words and actions must be clean.
It’s a life that doesn’t fit Bell at all by birth.
I had just become a saintess candidate, but I was already suffocating.
“Sister… … .”
Rather, I missed the facility where Sister Olivia scolded me for oversleeping and pointed out that I stained my clothes.
Even though it was annoying at the time, I never felt like I was choking.
Now, there was not a single person by her side who treated him as a ‘person’.
Like a machine, he only pressured her with the words ‘candidate saint’.
Even now, my roommate who sits on the opposite bed pretending to write in a diary and writes her own observations gives me goosebumps.
“ha.”
Given this situation, there is someone who comes to mind.
He is a man who is transforming like the only oasis in her desert-like life.
Bell smiled lowly as she recalled her secret date with the man.
“A wig, I’m crazy too.”
Muttering in an inaudible voice, he remembers the days with Aren. The thrill of hiding in the alley and the sweet and sour taste of apple pie… … . Everything became a source of vitality in her desolate life.
Belle’s roommate and supervisor keeps a journal every night saying that the candidate saint prays in a low voice. It’s funny.
“Sir Aren.”
In the middle of the day, I find Aren.
At least I didn’t get choked up when I was with Aren, and I was able to eat as much as I wanted.
When I’m with that man, I’m completely bell-down, as if standing in front of Sister Olivia.
Recalling the image of herself stroking her swollen belly, Bell smiled bitterly.
Even if I wanted to see Aren, I had no excuses to meet him anymore.
As a saintess candidate, she was not in a position to meet men so easily. She was definitely forbidden from dating for the rest of her life.
So, Belle has to continue this suffocating life from now on. Even if it seems like I will die soon if I continue like this.
I want to cry, but I can’t.
If I shed tears, my roommate would report it to the church, and the archbishops would almost certainly rush in and ask what was going on.
“Then I’m tired… … .”
Bell rubbed her forehead and shook her head.
“Huh, candidate saint?”
“… … Yeah? Rachel.”
Bell replied, wondering if she could have seen her sickness.
However, Rachel did not call because she was worried about the saintess candidate.
“Buclas… … ?”
The question Rachel asked was about the subclass.
The first year still had time to select subclasses.
However, Bell couldn’t help but stare in surprise because she didn’t even know such a thing existed.
Then an idea came to me.
“… … By any chance, are you going to listen to that in another school year?”
Bell asked cautiously.
“yes. Yes?”
“Ahh.”
Rachel, who has been observing Bell’s expression all the time, tilts her head at Bell’s smile that suddenly passes by.
‘Why were you laughing? Should I record this too?’
Regardless of Rachel’s worries, Bell’s head turned quickly.
‘Aren senior and maybe… … !’
Maybe there is a way to spend a little more time with Aren.
Bell’s weary body began to energize.
‘Go, wig! okay. I have to ask for the wig back!’
Bell tried to hold back her laughter, biting her lips with all her might.
* * *
“Ughhh.”
Bomb maniac Simon’s lab was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
It was to the point where I couldn’t tell if this was a workshop for a practical alchemist or a lab for a magic assistant.
In terms of degree, Simon’s lab was far worse.
Just like the nickname of Bombama, even the laboratory exudes a properly crazy force.
“Let’s guess where to plant it!”
There is no back.
His purpose is to plant a bomb in a box and terrorize it anyway.
After that, he abandoned his teaching assistant position and escaped to go to Argon’s side.
There was no regret or great desire to climb to a higher place.
All Simon wants is an instant art of explosion.
“The bomb that I dedicated my life to, ‘Domnik’, is almost complete! Uhhhh!”
Simon looked lovingly at the volatile mana flowing inside the transparent orb.
At this level, he was convinced that it would be difficult for even the best Cain or Siana to survive.
“Oops.”
Individual magic achievements are good, but at least until the 2nd exam is over, normal cosplay must be completed safely.
He was definitely a magic assistant, and he had a lot of work to do.
Simon checked what was left to do.
“Hmm. You have to prepare for the subclass class. I’m going to die of boredom.”
Simon scratched his head and went through the papers.
“Come to think of it, didn’t I say that a magic cadet was coming to help with the class this time?”
Recently, there have been several magic cadets preparing to become teaching assistants, and one of them must be selected as an assistant class assistant.
“Let’s see… … The time has come soon.”
The time is half past six.
It’s time for the assistant cadet to come for the interview. I don’t know who it is, but I’ll have to work hard!
Simon waited patiently for the interviewer, thinking about what to do with the assistant cadet.
smart smart
“Are you inside, Simon? I came for an interview.”
Soon after, someone knocks on the lab door.
“Oh oh! Wait!”
Simon tidied up the messy laboratory with magic. For the time being, you have to pretend to be completely normal.
He also hid the dangerous explosive ‘Domnik’.
After hurriedly tidying up, Simon sat down and opened the door.
“Come in. nice to meet you… … yo. this?”
Simon was taken aback when he saw a cadet coming for an interview.
“hello. My name is Shiana, a second-year magician!”
Because the interviewer who opened the door and entered was none other than the genius magical girl he had to kill.