Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

Auction(5)

I remember the hand of a saint.

As warm as the late spring sun, and the touch that wraps my hand softly.

A divine power that is considered evidence of the existence of God.

The feeling when that godly energy flows into my body.

“Deron? Calm down, Deron!”

[Stupid bastard.]

I wake up to the cry of the saint and the unfamiliar voice.

It feels like my brain is flipping over. Vomit comes out of the mouth.

“Guweek!”

Food is mixed with blood.

It’s still an unpleasant feeling. I’m not used to it, though.

Anyway, I don’t know why he vomited blood.

Rebecca looks at me with a worried expression from the side.

Divine power is in her hands.

As if God’s blessings will be placed on my body at any time.

But I wave my hands and eat the Taehodan in front of me.

The host can’t even stop my actions and just stares blankly at the scene.

A lifespan of about a month flows into the body, and strength increases.

Perhaps because of the effect of the elixir, the muscles feel like they are expanding.

It doesn’t clear my hair though.

It seems that each elixir has a healing property.

Cheongyudan is the head and Taehodan is the body.

Lifespan was checked.

264 days.

There is no decrease in lifespan.

I mean, I’m not meant to be so desperate.

The situation now is similar to when my lifespan was in double digits.

The world rotates around, and the world gradually darkens.

at that time.

light that illuminates my vision.

Rebecca was holding my hand gently.

God’s blessings flowing into the body.

It’s definitely a warm vibe.

It feels like sunbathing.

But.

“Heh heh heh!”

Blood spurted out again.

It’s not as black as before.

Rather, it is pure that it is dyed with golden energy.

Then this is… .

“Let it go.”

“Deron! I’m injecting divine power right now, so just a little… .”

“You didn’t ask me to let you go!”

When I get angry, Rebecca releases her hand.

At the same time, the warm energy disappears, and the bleeding stops.

Then I could be sure.

My body does not receive divine power.

The moment the divine power enters the body, it is expelled.

I had to give up my clumsy idea of healing life through a saint.

Rebecca looked at me in embarrassment.

From her point of view, it must have been an injection of divine power to save her as much as possible.

“It seems that my body is rejecting the divine power.”

“then… There must be a body that rejects the divine power.”

“Didn’t you just see it?”

Wipe the blood from your mouth and stand up straight.

The body returned to normal when the divine power was not injected.

Damn it.

If this happens, will I not be able to get heels?

As my head started to roll normally, I remembered the voice that woke me up.

I’m not used to it, but I’m sure I’ve heard it somewhere.

‘Where did you hear that?’

As I was contemplating it, the host approaches me.

“I… Confucius?”

“Ah, here’s 500 gold.”

I ate Taehodan at will, so I’ll have to pay that price.

I threw a bag containing 500 gold in my arms to the host.

Even after receiving it, he rolled his eyes as if he was still not satisfied.

As if there is something more you want to receive.

Then, a slave caught my eye.

“Oh, I’m sorry. My head is a little complicated right now.”

“it’s okay. I have just seen the situation, so I fully understand.”

The presenter shook his hand violently.

After all, he wouldn’t be in the position to say anything to the eldest son of the Duke of Philasia.

“How much did that slave cost?”

“You received a successful bid for 8000 gold.”

A typical trader who rubs his hands left and right.

I looked at it and asked.

“A crystal ball for communication, are you ready?”

“If there is a crystal ball, there is. But why?”

“Can I borrow it for a moment?”

“Ah yes! Do what you feel comfortable with.”

Someone next to the host brought a blue crystal ball.

I took Rebecca and went into a room where no one was looking.

From now on, I have to speak really well.

“Lady.”

“yes?”

“From now on, I will contact my father.”

“yes?!”

Rebecca opens her eyes wide.

It must be frustrating. I understand enough.

“It’s nothing. All you have to do is show the saint’s face and show that you have a relationship with me.”

“Why is that… Oh, maybe?”

“Because my father is a bit of a strange person.”

He didn’t say any details, but Rebecca’s expression was a little understandable.

That’s because the Duke of Philasia’s personality is widely known.

A person who is sure about the cause and effect, and the reward is certain.

If anyone does something that benefits the duke, he will surely reward him.

A person who is said to have a scale in his hand because his calculations are so thorough.

That’s Deron Phylasia’s father.

The crystal ball flashed green for a moment.

He also knew the number leading directly to the Duke, but now was not the time to use it.

A green light soon illuminates an old man’s face.

“who are you?”

“Master, it’s me.”

“young master!?”

An old man with a slightly surprised expression.

It was Yute, a butler who had been engaged in the Duke of Philasia for the rest of his life.

“Weren’t you at the academy? How are you going to live your life there?”

“Well. Live more than you think I’m a little tired because I don’t have a butler.”

“Even if Petra followed, I was a little worried, but I’m glad.”

Sending a brief greeting, I received the gaze of a saint.

She listened to my conversation with a long, anxious expression.

I didn’t want to receive more attention, so I brought up the subject right away.

“Butler, what about your father?”

“You are working in the office. May I pass it on to you?”

“Yes, please.”

Yut nodded her head.

At the same time, the crystal ball is again illuminated with a green light.

It looks like it will take some time to connect.

“You seem pretty friendly, are you the butler?”

“Yes, you are the general butler of the Dukes of Philasia. Before I was born, I was in the duke’s house.”

“… okay.”

The eyes of a saint looking down at me with slightly cold eyes.

It has a golden color, or to be more precise, a mild lemon color.

Deron as the sick

Deron as the eldest son of the Duke of Philasia.

Her eyes perfectly separate the two.

That gaze is slightly creepy, and I turn my head.

supportive.

With some noise, a middle-aged man appears on the screen.

“What’s going on?”

What catches the eye along with her majestic voice is her exquisite appearance that catches the eye. Formal attire with no flaws.

Even as a man, he has an overwhelming dignity that fixes his gaze.

… Catrel Phylasia.

He scans my face, as if checking a product.

His eyes are sharp and refined like a sharpened sword.

“I asked what was going on.”

“I need help.”

“help?”

Father, Katrell grimaces slightly.

“Did you forget the contract you made when you went to the academy?”

“I remember.”

“Nevertheless, ask for help.”

Blue eyes gleaming with black light are staring at me.

I bite my teeth tightly at the momentum I feel even though I am far away.

“It’s not just for me.”

“… Please explain a little more.”

She turned her head and glanced at Rebecca.

She nods and reflects her face on the crystal ball.

“Saint?”

“Nice to meet you. Duke of Philasia.”

He glances at the saint as if he were looking at me.

As detailed as determining whether it is genuine or fake.

Then Catrel’s mouth opens.

“Is there anything you need to ask me for help?”

“Because I got an elf slave from the burial.”

“You are an elf slave. Is that the saint’s shallow thoughts?”

Catrel’s voice pierces Rebecca like a dagger.

She wiggled her eyebrows a little and then nodded.

“The rumors that even the slaves of different races are rejected must be true. So, what do I get from this help?”

The duke of the Philasia family is holding a scale.

This scale has the meaning of guaranteeing compensation, but it also implies that there is no reward if you do not do the same amount of work.

So in order for us to get help, we have to put something corresponding on the scales.

“What do you want?”

“It was me who asked. It is the Saint who answers.”

Even if you ask him to go up on the scales, Catrel won’t tell you.

Rebecca clenched her teeth and seemed to roll her head.

“Contract, remember?”

Then I opened my mouth.

Speaking of the contract the Duke made with me before entering the academy.

Carter nodded lightly.

“Obviously, he told me to spread my name as a student Deron, not as Deron of the Duke of Philasia.”

“It did. But have you done anything?”

“there is.”

I don’t want to say it, but I have no choice.

“Lennock’s Dungeon. We attacked the hidden magic swordsman’s cave.”

Carter’s eyebrows twitch.

Rebecca looked startled.

That’s because it’s Lennock.

The magic swordsman’s cave that had only been rumored until now.

“Is this enough?”

I looked down at my father with a confident expression on his face.