One day during special class.
-Black magic is not a great weapon.
As usual, Rohan was concentrating on the lesson while looking at Ricardo.
-Just like in other fields, if you have talent, you can achieve great success, but if you don't have talent, it's a weapon that you can't grow no matter how hard you try.
If they caught me not paying attention, I was sure I wouldn't be able to return to my room in a clear state of mind.
-Mr. Rohan.
-yes.
-What do you think are the strengths of black magic, Mr. Rohan?
-...Unexpected ability?
-Correct answer.
It was the first time I heard Ricardo praise me, so I remembered it particularly well.
-The strength of black magic is its unexpected abilities.
-...
-Not only can you create powerful forces in proportion to your efforts, but you can also display abilities such as reading people's minds and controlling their bodies.
-...
-I have extensive experience fighting warlocks. I've been in close quarters with them, and while it may sound cruel, I've actually killed them.
-...
-Black magic that can steal the opponent's magic, and the ability to control the opponent's body by leaving a small wound.
-...
-Monsters that can be resurrected no matter how much damage is inflicted, as long as their physical body does not die...
-...
-Now that I think about it, I can proudly say that I've met more warlocks than you all.
-...
-You're probably thinking this right now, right?
-...
"How do you defeat someone with such abilities?" You might think, "With such powerful abilities, why don't you just learn black magic instead of studying?"
-...
Ricardo said.
-I told you, black magic is a talent-based ability.
-...
-Black magic has a fatal flaw.
-...
-The method of recovering 'black magic', which is considered 'magic power' by wizards, is different for each person.
-...
-Even the abilities that are manifested differ depending on the awakening of black magic.
-...
-What good is a good output? If it doesn't have the ability to recover, it's just a useless weapon.
-...
-But, the black magician who satisfies those two elements is the enemy we have to face.
-then...
-I'll let you know.
How to deal with a warlock.
"Don't you dare try to be condescending to humans when you're an insect."
The will to not be affected by black magic.
"Come!"
It's just that it doesn't work with black magic.
Rohan, holding his sword straight, glared at Pascal.
'You must never touch that guy's sword.'
As soon as he finished speaking, Pascal's sword, filled with fierce anger, swiped past Rohan's arm.
"...!!"
Rohan frowned at the inevitable blow.
I tried to avoid it somehow, but I almost lost my will to fight when I barely managed to escape with my life.
"How dare you... call me by the name of a lowly insect."
You shouldn't give up just because you got hurt.
"Looking at your face, I seriously wonder if you're not the type to say those words."
If you give up just because you've only just barely touched something, all the effort you've put in over the past time will have been in vain.
"That little bastard's son..."
"The average lifespan of a locust is eight months. I guess you can't imagine how amazing your abilities are for not being left behind so early."
"...under."
Pascal licked the Rohan bloodstains on his dagger with his tongue, his murderous intent burning.
"You won't be able to die gracefully."
It's coming.
The energy of black magic oppressing the body.
I feel an ominous energy encroaching on my body, as if every joint in my fingers is stiffening.
“I want to ask you, you cheeky brat, about that guy, but….”
We must overcome it.
"I don't want to ask you about the great sin you committed with your mouth."
We must somehow prevent that monster from reaching where the students are.
Pascal, holding a dagger and slowly approaching, began to cast a dark shadow over Rohan with a smile on his face.
-Sigh.
-Sigh.
-Sigh.
Along with him, the juniors who had been attacked by Pascal were also approaching him, each with a weapon in their hand.
I'm angry.
I was so angry at myself for being so weak and unable to do anything that I wanted to break my teeth. I couldn't stand it.
of course.
"I can't just take it."
"...What are you talking about!"
"Literally. You can't just take it. If you're going to take up a sword, you have to kill your beloved junior with your own hands."
Pascal was urging his body to move as if he could not even allow pure death.
The hand holding the sword moves.
"That son of a bitch..."
Even though I'm using all my strength to not move as I want, my hand holding the sword loses its will and moves to kill.
"Hahahaha!!!"
"..."
"A grasshopper? An insect? How great must you be to kill someone precious to you while still being so excited about words...? Don't you think so?"
"..."
"Kill him! Kill him! Your friend! The one you hold dear! Kill him!"
Rohan's sword moves little by little.
"senior...!!"
"I'm scared...!"
"Don't come near me!!!"
Towards the juniors he cherishes.
The sword containing the will of others moves against Lee Yu, who has always worked hard to show off his cool appearance.
"Hahahaha!! This is it! This is the art I've been wanting!"
As a maniacal grin spread across Pascal's face, Rohan, with a cold expression, sighed softly and closed his eyes.
-Rustle.
Pascal's eyes widened at the blade that had passed him by.
"what...?"
It was cut.
The self who appreciates art right in front of his nose.
This handsome face.
There was a small scratch.
Pascal, flustered, raised his trembling pupils and touched his face. He blurted out, "This can't be happening," revealing his unwillingness to accept what had just happened.
Not even once.
"It's finally worth seeing."
No, just once. It was an ability that only worked on that guy.
"Isn't that right? A locust."
Why...?
Why...!?
Why on earth?
"My name is Rohan."
That guy is a normal beggar.
"He is a berserker who has abandoned the will of a knight."
Rohan stood there with a small smile.
Ricardo did.
-What is your dream, Mr. Rohan?
-He's the captain of the knights.
-You did it.
That noble fighting style doesn't suit my talents.
-It has to be right.
-...I don't like it.
-What are you doing while dating your cheating girlfriend?
-...
so.
"Come...!"
Rohan abandoned the knight's will and changed his movements to that of a berserker who believed that offense was the best defense.
A red haze began to flow out of Rohan's body like a thread. Pascal took a step back and ground his teeth at the sight of Rohan enveloping him, seemingly ready to burst at any moment.
Because his pride was hurt by the fact that his ability to kill countless people was not working.
"That cheeky kid..."
"Don't treat me like an insect."
"..."
"Because the nickname 'Marie' suits you."
Rohan, who was running with his sword firmly in his hand, began to push forward, kicking the ground while overcoming Pascal's black magic.
"This guy and that guy..."
"Don't avoid the fly swatter, you locust."
"You see me as a scarecrow."
Pascal moved his body quickly.
He easily dodged Rohan's approaching sword and moved to pierce Rohan's abdomen much faster than the moment he fought Ricardo.
If black magic doesn't work, then killing them directly is the way to go. If you rip open their internal organs and take them out, killing them painfully, that will become art.
I wanted to avoid killing them myself because I didn't want to get blood on my hands, but this too is art.
"Kuaaaa!!!"
I moved to silence the clown who was screaming and burning with fighting spirit.
"Take the hammer of justice!!!"
"Shut up."
"mantis...!"
The moment Pascal's sharp sword was about to pierce Rohan's abdomen.
"stop."
A hand was placed on Pascal's shoulder, accompanied by a pale voice.
"You've taken too long, Archbishop of Madness."
"...You dare interfere with my art?"
"Don't be so intoxicated by madness that you forget your purpose."
Rohan looked at Pascal's dagger, which had stopped in front of him, with trembling eyes.
"...Ugh..."
It was a close call.
A dagger that would have pierced his own body if he had been just a little bit late.
Although he had succeeded in overcoming the black magic, Rohan, unable to overcome Pascal in terms of technique, held back a trembling breath and urged himself on in fear.
'Move... move...!'
Rohan's body couldn't move. The tip of Pascal's sword was pointed at his abdomen.
The man who stopped Pascal spoke in a calm voice.
"Leave this place to the believers and move on."
Pascal replied with a voice mixed with anger, his hostility burning as he turned to the man.
"...Why are you stopping me?"
"The Magic Tower may come. We must achieve our goal before then."
"Are you giving orders to fellow archbishops? What kind of system is it that creates situations like this?"
"Are you going to respond when you were blocked by just one student?"
As the bloody words were exchanged, black shadows were seen gathering beyond Rohan's eyes.
Dozens.
No, hundreds.
Rohan's eyes began to tremble at the sight of so many people rushing in.
The man said.
"If you die now, how do you plan on leading these people?"
"Do you think I'll die to someone like this?"
"You must always be prepared for any situation. If you don't comply, I will abandon this operation."
"ha..."
"It moves."
They said they would send the troops they saw before them to the place where the opening ceremony was taking place.
As Rohan listened to all this with trembling eyes, Pascal's eerie voice came into his ear.
"Stay alive."
"..."
"Until I kill you."
Rohan, who was almost overcome by fear that his legs would give out, clenched his fists as he watched the backs of those leaving.
I had to stop it.
"Whew..."
Even if it's just one step they take.
-Saaaa.
The man turned around and spoke to Rohan.
"Stay still."
"..."
"You have to do your job."
*
Inside the Academy's auditorium.
"All ready for battle."
Thanks to Rohan's delay, those who had prepared for battle were waiting for the Archbishop to buy time for the students to evacuate.
Mikhail.
"No Holy Sword until Ricardo gives permission..."
Yuria.
"I'll be in the vanguard."
and.
"Long time no see?"
Histania Hanna was waiting for the archbishop.
Pascal, seeing Hannah, greeted her with a smile that lingered from ear to ear.
"Hahaha!!! You were that..!!"
Hannah answered with a smile.
"Shut up, Mr. Grasshopper."
"..."
"It's disgusting to look at."