Academy Slave Instructor

82 – Ju Enu Lussasso

Jue Enu Lussasso

A long time ago. There was a man named Roland.

He was a priest who served the main god and also a crusader who guarded the temple. One day he had a question.

Why can’t I use divine power and mana at the same time?

It was a question that anyone interested in power would have asked at least once.

If the Lord created all things and breathed mana into all life, isn’t mana also part of divine power?

Isn’t it rather distorting the will of God to think of divine power and mana separately?

Starting from a small question, Roland tried to combine divine power and mana.

He often offered sword dances to the gods at religious events, and he poured mana into the divine power that filled him while dancing sword dances.

At first, they didn’t mix like water and oil, but with the mindset of devoting mana to God, they continued to send it up to the sky, and the two became more and more harmonious.

And Roland tastes ecstasy.

The dark night sky brightens to pure white and the sky opens up.

A ray of light that cut through the darkness was scattered all over the place, and he shed tears of joy he had never felt before.

This is the Ju Enuru Shotso. It was the beginning of a sword that hated God.

At first, many criticized Roland for combining divine power and mana.

The opinion was not good enough to be treated as a heretic, and he danced a sword dance in the courtroom where those who wanted to punish him gathered.

The beautiful sword dance attracted people’s attention.

As the sword dance continues, the fullness of divine power begins to cover Roland’s body. A small halo of light, the divine power itself, was scattered from his sword, and the courthouse turned into a sacred place full of materialized divine power.

The courthouse to rule Roland as a heretic turned into a prayer room that praised God, and everyone had no choice but to acknowledge him.

Roland, who has taken a step closer to God, has become an important figure in the religious world and is on a winning streak.

But did power change people, or was the combination of divine power and mana blasphemous? Roland gets more insane as time passes.

In order to taste the ecstasy again, I danced the sword dance without sleeping for three days, and when I wasn’t dancing, I often act paranoid or stay in a daze.

Then an incident occurs.

Worried about him for refraining from eating and drinking and only dancing the sword dance, Roland killed all the priests who tried to stop him and danced the sword dance over his corpse.

The sight of Roland ignoring the corpse priests, trampling on them, and dancing only for the sake of the gods was fear itself.

The sword dance for the god became the dance of a madman, and the red blood of the priests was attached to the holy sword that symbolized the god.

The Crusaders were sent in to stop him, but no one could stop him from doing the sword dance.

Roland, who had piled up a mountain of his corpses in the middle of the church, stopped his sword dance at one point and saw the horror he had created.

Jereny, an apprentice priest who was still inexperienced but never read laughter, Floria, a friend who interpreted the word of God together, and Cinder, a reliable comrade who always protected the church…

His sword falls from his powerless hand and Roland weeps on his knees.

In the meantime, seeing that the hand that wanted to do the sword dance groped the floor to grab the sword, Roland cut the back of his hand with the dagger that had fallen nearby.

“Why… Lord… What did I do wrong…? I just wanted to get close to you!!”

Cries of pain and despair echo through the church.

“Do you refuse to feel your arms and kneel in dignity? Then why did you give me this sword?! Why!!”

After coming to his senses, Roland shouted to the sky, then forcibly removed his hand from the dagger and picked up the sword.

The blood flowing from his hand wets the holy sword and mixes with the blood of the people he cut down.

Slowly, Roland starts his sword dance again and spreads his blood all over the church.

Although it is a grotesque figure, the divine light still emanates from his sword, and Roland feels ecstasy again.

But now the ecstasy gave him no pleasure.

Roland, who took the final action of raising the sword with the tip of the sword pointing toward the sky, cried out while shedding tears of blood.

“O Lord Etelius! Your lamb Roland dares! I offer you a word!”

Moderately lowering the sword to his chest, Roland put the blade of his sword to his throat.

“Etelius!! I hate you!!”

With a desperate cry, Roland’s head fell to the ground.

* * *

“……”

Abigail keeps her mouth shut at the terrible story.

Abigail, who is too sensitive to be saddened by her old story, is suspicious of Rai, who is trying to teach her such a dangerous swordsmanship.

“Disrespect of God, divine punishment, mental contamination. There are many speculations, but the reason Roland went mad is actually simple.”

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Rai runs her fingers through her hair as she smiles at Abigail, who watches her in disbelief.

“It’s just a drug addiction. The drug has poisoned the brain. There is nothing wrong with Jusin. It’s not a punishment or anything.”

“Are you saying someone named Roland did drugs?”

“Yeah, didn’t you say you tasted ecstasy while combining holy power and mana? It’s not yet clear, but it’s said that humans produce something similar to drugs in their bodies, so when a fight overheats, they don’t feel pain, or something like that? Isn’t that too much? Produced.”

“How do you know that?”

Rai shrugged her shoulders at Abigail’s question.

“Because the church secretly dissected Roland.”

“……”

Dissecting a corpse is still not easily accepted according to social norms.

In particular, because healing magic or miracles heal wounds, the development of medicine is slow, and those who try to make scientific discoveries through corpses are called necromancers and look at them with a bad image.

But Abigail frowns at her when she says she did it in church.

“As expected, church bastards are filthy bastards.”

“If you think about it yourself and go back to the original story, you can think of this swordsmanship… Rather than a ritual, Russasso is simply doping. It increases the vitality of the body and boosts energy tremendously, plus It is an all-rounder that broadens the field of vision, removes fear, and dulls pain to some extent.”

She sneers at Abigail, who knows that there is no such thing as perfect.

“But do drugs have all the downsides?”

“That’s it. It has all the bad things like addiction, rebound after use, and dependence.”

Rai laughs and dances the sword dance again.

A group of lights slowly flowed from the sword drawing a beautiful arc, and it lit up the air like the Milky Way.

Mana and other energy. Abigail opened her eyes wide at her divine power.

“In this way, the body is greatly strengthened. The field of view is also broadened, so I feel like I can do anything if I experience it myself.”

“You were… A priest?”

Divine power is not a cheap power obtained simply by believing in God.

It is the power that priests receive through a kind of penance that can be obtained only by devoting faith to God over a long period of time and following their doctrines.

I asked her to look at her swordsmanship, but Lai replied with a confused expression as if she didn’t like her as she was surprised by her divine power.

“I just imitated divine power with mana.”

“Is that possible?”

“Because those who twist the logic of the world are mages.”

So what is that bastard mage? Swallowing the word, Abigail glared at Rai with a confident expression.

“Anyway, if you learn it, you can become stronger, right?”

“Don’t you even think about taking risks?”

“I don’t care if I can be strong.”

Rye stares at Abigail, who speaks firmly.

There is not the slightest hesitation in her red eyes that resemble her own. She thinks that she is reckless enough to be thought that she is strong-willed and half timid.

At that time, she requested an adventurer and felt something that Zero knew and looked at her academy, but Rai was unknown.

Ray looks at the willful eyes for a moment and smiles mischievously.

“Really? Then I’ve made a way to use it safely, but I don’t need it?”

“Is there such a thing?”

“Yes, of course I made it. Wizards are people who know a problem and have to twist it away or solve it somehow. The analysis has already been completed and a solution has been created.”

Anticipation fills Abigail’s eyes when she hears that she can use great power without risk.

Lai laughs softly at her bright eyes that are not like her.

“But they say they don’t need it, so I’ll throw it away.”

“……Will teach you after all.”

“Eh- do you think I would?”

No.

This person is not someone who is bound by emotion or any justification. If he said he wouldn’t teach me, he really was someone who wouldn’t teach me.

Abigail glared at Rai, who shook her head with her mischievous eyes, and let out a small sigh.

“Teach me… I need it.”

She broke her ego a lot for herself.

Looking at the back of Abigail’s head as she lowers her head and asks for her advice, Rai approaches her and whispers.

“Please teach me, what a wonderful Rai. I admire you so much that I can’t stand it.”

“……”

Raising her head, Abigail’s eyes were murderous.

Rai’s eyes were still full of mischief, even though he met her preying eyes.

He tilts her head slightly, as if asking if she’s not going to do it. Abigail grits her teeth and says,

“Teach me, how wonderful… Mr. Rai. I have so much respect for Mr. Rai… I can’t stand it.”

“I don’t like it. There’s no affection. Say it again with emotion. Even Luchasso doesn’t want to teach me. Put some hearts and put a lot of emotion into it.”

Rai shakes her head as she frowns at Abigail’s forced, hard words.

“Keuu-“

He bared his teeth as if he was about to bite his neck, but Rai didn’t care.

Abigail, who has calmed her dying heart from her shame, struggles to open her mouth.

“Please teach me.”

It’s a soft voice that’s completely different from the usual ferocious voice. It’s full of shame, so it’s a cute way of talking like a shy girl.

“You’re so cool… Mr. Rai… I can’t stand it because I adore you so, so… ❤️”

Abigail says she really wants to. Her face turns red.

Like a child professing her love, her eyes were shaking without making eye contact.

“Ku, kuk, kuk… Puhahahaha!”

In the end, Rai, who couldn’t hold back her laughter, grabbed his stomach and fell backwards. Abigail glared at him, but even with her blushing face, it was just cute.

Lai rolls on the floor and laughs for a while, then gets up while wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Passed, passed. With that much determination, I can do anything. You’re cuter than I thought.”

“……”

The embarrassed Abigail doesn’t answer. It looks like it needs a little more time to calm down.

Lai, who was cooing to herself as if she was repeating her earlier words, handed her a piece of paper and a small case by the time her face returned to its original color.

In the case were small ampoules containing transparent medicine.

As Abigail checked her insides, she looked up and Rai explained.

“It’s a neutralizer. You won’t need to use it right away, but after using Lushatso, drink the neutralizer. It will reduce your addiction or dependence. It can’t be helped that your body weakens for a certain period of time due to the recoil after using it. Your body needs to rest. You’re drunk, so you can’t force it.”

As Abigail listens to the explanation, she looks at the ampoule.

She looks just like water, but I can’t imagine how much knowledge went into making this.

How to make a neutralizer is written on the paper. Memorizing her details carefully, Abigail throws her into the fire Rai had made for her and burns it.

“Did you memorize it already?”

“Yes, can you recite it?”

“No, it’s okay. You’re going to drink anyway, so if it doesn’t go well, you won’t do well.”

An answer without the slightest hesitation. He is harsh and lives with swear words, but he has excellent intelligence. She thinks that no fool anywhere can have half of her head.

At that time, Aslan, who was doing an adventurer request, felt something and looked at her academy, but Rai was unknown.

“Then start learning how to convert her mana into her holy power?”

“Huh? No. You can’t learn it. That’s the kind of magic I barely use. You’re not even a mage. You’ll never learn it for the rest of your life.”

“……”

Abigail frowns at Rai’s words.

Then, how should she master the roux shot, the premise of which is her divine power?

Rai answers with a smile as she meets Abigail’s eyes, full of her displeasure.

“So we will become priests to learn divine power.”

“……”

I don’t know what bullsh*t this is.

Despite Abigail’s increasingly harsh eyes, Rai continues her words casually.

“If you need divine power, just believe in God. Isn’t it simple? Let’s go to a nearby church starting tomorrow.”

“Are you going with me?”

“Oh, I’m also curious about rituals. There are many things I want to know, such as how to use divine power and the important elements of rituals.”

There is no such thing as respect or love for God.

Same goes for Abigail, but he pretends to believe in God out of her simple inquiring mind.

“You’re going to hell.”

“It’s okay, no matter what you do, you’re bound to go to hell.”

As if it was natural for Rai, she answered with a smile.

“…… Can I become a priest?”

Without reverence for God, she is frankly insecure.

The divine power received in return for faith may be a power that Abigail cannot have in her lifetime.

“It’s okay.”

Lai smiled softly as if to reassure her.

She has never trusted anyone in her entire life. She wants to rely on his smile for a moment.

“God likes her virgins because she’s a pervert.”

“……”

It was really short.