Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer

45 – Confrontation (6)

The story of the seed of evil and the sky dragon, in the end, it could be said that it was a build-up to explain the origin of the demonic sword.

In the position of having to seek Beatrice’s help, I can’t help but mention the true circumstances.

Besides, I didn’t want to add any more lies against Beatrice now.

Although it’s a little strange to say this on a subject that has lied like breathing until now.

“… ….”

Beatrice was silent for a while.

The case is also different from the story of the devil, the story of the dragon, and the story of the cause of the runaway.

This was a topic related to Beatrice’s deepest wound, and it would be strange if you didn’t feel complicated in many ways.

How can you ask her daughter for the Sky Dragon’s crime? Emotions aren’t that simple.

‘I feel like a bad guy.’

I calmly waited with that thought in my mind.

Until she sorted out her thoughts, it seemed that it would be meaningless to add anything from her.

There is no doubt that borrowing Beatrice’s power is the most efficient way, but it was also a matter of emotion.

Maybe it’s because in the process of trying to build up her likeability, I also fell in love with her.

‘Huh.’

I don’t like tickling words very much. But what’s clear is that I don’t want to see Beatrice suffer because of what I said.

I couldn’t help it, I sighed inwardly, and it was just then that Beatrice’s tightly closed mouth opened.

“…… The magic sword will surely bring disaster. Because the contents of the trust have never gone astray.”

She went on with her words in a rather complex voice.

“But if you’re not wrong, then destroying the demonic sword isn’t the right choice either.”

Her gaze turned to me, and I nodded lightly.

“To be precise, the Holy Church’s interpretation is wrong. The oracle clearly showed the ‘future that will happen’, but interpreting it and setting the direction of response ultimately depended on the judgment of the high-ranking members of the church.”

Actually, in the future of this academy, which Beatrice had glimpsed in the form of an oracle, there would have been no hints such as ‘destroy the demonic sword before this terrible thing will happen’.

When I subtly mentioned that part, Beatrice opened her eyes wide as if slightly startled, but mumbled her mouth.

“…… That’s right. Certainly, all I saw was the scene of the academy being destroyed by the demonic sword, and destroying the demonic sword in advance does not guarantee that everything will be resolved neatly.”

Beatrice presses her temples as if her headache hurts.

“I knew one thing and didn’t know the other two. Even if the demonic sword were to be destroyed somehow, you wouldn’t have thought about how drastic a change Tsumei would face with it.”

Beophwang is a nobleman by nature.

Still, he is the supreme leader of the Holy Church, has a good disposition, and can be said to be Beatrice’s greatest ally, but perhaps it’s because he’s old, so he’s hard-headed.

If the Emperor missteps, people like cardinals and bishops have to help, but the nobles are all inflexible in their thinking, so problems arise.

Wouldn’t it be appropriate to say that it feels like old people in the neighborhood who are barely helpful? Based on Beatrice.

“…… Whoa.”

Anyway, at my words, Beatrice let out a deep sigh.

If I did something wrong, I could have brought about a bigger disaster, so I must be very upset.

Fortunately, the fact that the identity of the dragon sealed in the magic sword is the daughter of the Celestial Dragon doesn’t seem to accept it emotionally.

‘I was worried about what to do if she poured out her vengeance or the despair of her childhood into Flugel.’

It is also a line of goodness.

Anyway, aside from her fiery personality, looking at her like this, the nickname ‘saint’ doesn’t seem too bad.

I looked at Beatrice with the meaning of being proud.

It wouldn’t have been easy to control your emotions.

“…… What is that look?”

“No, nothing.”

There were times when Beatrice frowned for a moment, as if my eyes were bothering her, but that was okay.

I shrugged her shoulders and asked Beatrice in a slightly serious voice.

“So what is the conclusion?”

Beatrice’s eyebrows twitched once.

“What about the conclusion?”

“Are you planning to break the demonic sword as planned? Or would you like to try to purify like I said?”

“…… Hmm.”

Beatrice was silent for a moment.

Rather than she was inconclusive, she seemed to have something on her mind for the last time.

“If there is anything you want to make clear, tell me now. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

I said that to alleviate that worry, and Beatrice immediately asked me in a slightly subdued voice.

“It is not difficult to ‘purify’ a demonic sword. If the devil’s power really dwells in the demonic sword, then my holy power is the opposite. But… ….”

While adding a word, Beatrice glanced back at Flugel’s demonic sword.

A silver longsword that didn’t care at all whether the two intruders were talking or not, just sleeping peacefully.

Beatrice narrowed the corners of his eyes.

“If the root cause of the Day of Gaebyeok situation is the devil’s power, no matter how much I think about it, I don’t think it’s a curse that I can completely purify with my own abilities. It’s impossible even if the saintess of innocence, Beatrice, returns.”

She let out a low sigh and went towards her demonic sword. There was no indication that it was about to destroy it now.

Sug-

She grabbed the hilt of her demonic sword.

Seeing that the divine power is shimmering lightly, it seems that he is trying to directly confirm the existence of a curse.

A brief silence passed, and Beatrice’s eyelids were lifted.

“As expected.”

The short words he uttered contained a nuance that seemed to have come true as expected.

“It was said that it was a curse enough to make the dragon run wild, but I guessed it. If it’s an instrument like this…….”

The expression on his face was extremely stiff.

Beatrice quietly let out her saliva and put a tinnitus in her mouth.

“…… She is at the level of the Three Kings (三王) at least. It’s almost certainly one of those three demon lords.”

I didn’t answer.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know the answer, but it was because nothing would change if he said the name of the devil who planted the seed in the dragon.

The Three Kings are the literal demon kings who are located at the top among countless demons.

Generally, the head of demons whose racial average is lower than dragons.

It is a nickname referring to three absolute monarchs who have power comparable to the four mythological dragons.

I remembered.

I have always been blocked from not seeing the ending of this game, namely the final battle with the collapsed academy as the battlefield.

Depending on the player’s efforts, there could be three, two, or one Three Kings to defeat at that point.

I have never been able to reduce more than one of the Three Kings in dozens of trials.

‘And among them, he is the one who planted the seeds of evil in the dragons through the deal with the Dragon Lord-.’

Of the three demon lords, a demon who is usually ranked number one.

He is the so-called Demon King of Reverse Heaven, who is called the grandiose name.

‘Hmm.’

I glanced at Beatrice.

She muttered to herself as if she was calculating something, but the look on her expression was not good, so she seemed to have a vague idea that it was impossible to achieve complete purification.

-That’s not the Saint Beatrice of Purity, but it’s impossible even if the Saint of Grace from before returns.

‘…… Well, it’s not wrong.’

I could say that too.

At this point, Beatrice didn’t have the capacity to erase the curse. Never.

*****

“In the first place, whether I touch it or not, this demonic sword is bound to run out of control. All I can do is delay the timing…….”

“Even that won’t last for less than five years. Maybe within three years.”

“…… I know that. You clean up even though you know it, Mani, did you bring up such a thing?”

“Yes.”

I nodded.

As she said, purifying the curse, at best, could not exceed the level of suppression.

A demonic sword that is bound to go out of control someday. To be precise, the seed of evil nested within Flügel’s soul.

It was a curse made to exterminate all dragons in this world, including the dragons of mythology.

The reason why the Demon King of Reverse Heaven is currently unable to function properly is because he put his heart and soul into making the seed…….

As such, it could be said that it was impossible to completely get rid of that curse, even if it was a saint.

‘Even if I use the Holy Grail, it’s no different.’

Only delaying the timing was all that could be achieved with divine power.

So what I wanted from Beatrice wasn’t the complete purification of the demonic sword after all.

That’s too much wind.

‘As a result, I just need to slow down the timing.’

Since the essence is a game, the story of this worldview also looks at more than 10 years or not.

‘The four years between when the playable character enters the academy and graduates.’

Uncovering the mysteries of the previous generation, calming the chaos of the continent, defeating various disasters that visit the academy in addition to devil-related episodes, and finally, until the final battle against the Three Kings.

All of that doesn’t pass 4 years at least. Couldn’t get past

So, I needed to tweak my way of thinking a bit.

It’s not just delaying the catastrophe that collapses the academy and kills countless students for ‘only’ 5 years.

Because it can be postponed for as much as five years.

“All you have to do is subdue the individual who planted the seed within that grace period. Then the curse will naturally disappear.”

Did I just purify the demonic sword and carry it every time I reset?

The optimal route obtained through several failures is just that.

It means there was a reason for everything.

“Trust me, just try it once. If one of these things doesn’t come to a good end, pretend to be fooled and listen to your friend.”

I put a steel plate on my face and said that.

The most effective thing now is to go out shamelessly to the point of shame.

Hey, don’t you believe me? He said we were ‘friends’.

You can do this much between ‘friends’. Is not it? Uh?

Beatrice crumpled her expression.

“You can clearly see the intention of emphasizing the expression friend. How can a person be so shameless?”

Ugh.

I got caught.

“…… Ha.”

Beatrice let out a sigh, looking weak.

She glared at me, but she probably knew it herself.

Break the demonic sword now, or don’t break it. In the yard where a bad ending is predicted for both of them anyway, it is the right choice to buy time by accepting my opinion.

“It’s so easy to say that you’re subjugating a Three Kings class entity. Of all the demons humanity has ever defeated, the highest-ranking demon was only the Demon Grand Duke Belphegor 200 years ago.”

She said that even that she had received the help of the dragon, and Beatrice revealed her complicated feelings.

But.

“But there is no other way.”

In the end, the important thing is that part.

That there is absolutely no other way to try.

If you can’t make the best choice, you have to make the best choice.

It was a matter of course, and in this case, purification of the demonic sword was the best option we could choose.

If left alone, the seeds of evil within her flugel will lead her to runaway.

If you destroy it, Tsumei will fall into despair and she will follow the path of her fall in the future.

So there’s nothing you can do about it.

“At least there should be a grace period. To do something.”

“… ….”

Beatrice bit her lips.

She doesn’t deserve something, but she doesn’t have the confidence to offer an alternative.

“Ha ha.”

In the end, she made a choice.

Gently chewing on her lower lip, I grabbed the demonic sword again.

Ugh-

It also raises divine power.

This time more intensely.

“…… I don’t know how many years it will be.”

Preparing for purification, Beatrice murmured softly.

“If you really think the limit has been reached, then I will really break it. I myself.”

I tried to reply with a smile at such a small voice, but I shut my mouth again after examining Beatrice’s expression for a moment.

Her expression was really serious unlike before.

“…… Okay.”

So he just nodded his head lightly, completely removing the playfulness.

-When the time really comes, do it.

…… It was the moment I was about to say that.

──Kooung.

From noble mtl dot com

In an instant.

The space shook.

“… ….”

At that moment, regardless of your will, your body stiffens.

The words I was trying to say went back in, and I felt a chilling sensation run down my spine.

Not only me, but also Beatrice, who was examining the inside of the sword.

“Ah.”

Unintentional exclamation flowed out uncontrollably.

The reason was simple.

I couldn’t see it with my own eyes, but it was because there was something I could know.

Something you might have had in mind.

Maybe, something I thought could turn out like this.

But the probability wasn’t very high, so I easily erased it from my head.

That’s a possibility.

‘…… How?’

The next thing that comes to mind is a question.

‘She’ shouldn’t have known what was going on here.

When this subterranean space was created hundreds of years ago, she intentionally didn’t install the warning magic.

There will be no way to know, there will be no reason to be found out.

I thought so.

Jerobeok, jeobeok.

“… ….”

I hear footsteps.

At least now I shouldn’t hear the footsteps of a third party other than Beatrice and myself.

“How strange.”

Also, before too late, the voice also rang through the wind.

“The thunder in my memory came from a place where it should never be heard.”

Me and Beatrice couldn’t open our mouths.

The still voice that pierced our ears made us unable to speak.

“At first I thought it was an illusion, then I tried to deny it. I prided myself on being pretty good at looking at people, but I didn’t want to admit that it wasn’t.”

“… ….”

“Well, now that I have confirmed myself, there is no way to deny it.”

Laughter mixed with self-deprecation.

A human figure appeared through the darkness beyond the gate collapsed by the spear of light.

Blue eyes produce a dull glare.

The bright blond hair that flowed down her shoulders gradually began to flutter wildly in line with the girl’s cool momentum.

“…… What should I say first?”

In his voice, as if he was struggling to endure boiling anger, it seemed that there was distrust or a sense of betrayal.

Whoop-

Spitting out short breaths.

“Yes.”

Tsumei looked at us with the eyes of a dragon filled with obvious anger.

“…… Did you eventually approach me for this? Dante.”

Following the dragon’s fury, the space began to contain heat.