Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

Medea (1)

The opening of the Iliad Academy was different from admission.

The tree, which originally boasted of turquoise leaves, was soon transformed into red and yellow leaves, and the leaves were falling little by little.

The wind was cool. Almost all of the hot air of summer has disappeared and it is safe to say that it is a wind that can only be enjoyed in autumn.

It was a moment when the length of the students’ clothes was getting longer.

The gradually chilly temperature seemed to foreshadow the coming winter.

The professors’ classes went into a little more in-depth.

It goes beyond basic magic response and goes beyond the use of magic.

It was the same with Professor Akdin’s class.

As always, he guided the students’ classes.

There was no sign of a runaway from such a professor.

It was unbelievable that such a person could run wild.

If I hadn’t seen the original, I wouldn’t have paid any attention to it.

But after reading the novel, I knew.

That Professor Akdin is sure to run rampant.

Even for the sake of her daughter, Lily, he would practice the forbidden magic.

A spell that can be used by the swordsman Professor Akdin.

Covenant of life and death.

They sacrifice the lives of the living to gather the souls of the dead.

It was a simple equivalent exchange, but the number was extraordinary.

‘Did you say that you have to sacrifice 20 people to save one?’

In order to bring the dead back to life, 20 living people must die.

It takes that much life for a person to come back from death.

It’s crazy indeed, but Professor Akdin did it.

I don’t know if it’s because of my obsession with my daughter, or if there is another reason.

Because it never came out about it.

‘I think it took 20 lives and one more thing for the ceremony… .’

I do not remember. It was fuzzy. There must have been a medium for practicing the forbidden magic.

I was sitting on the bench and contemplating, Agnes approached me.

Her face looks more exhausted than when she first came out of Winter Castle.

“Deron, would you mind sitting next to me?”

“Do what you feel comfortable with.”

As I gladly accepted, Agnes cautiously sat down next to me.

Then he sighed as if the ground was going to explode.

I looked at her and opened my mouth.

“I heard that you are receiving psychotherapy.”

“… That’s right.”

“How about treatment? Did something get a little better?”

Agnes looked down at her palm.

Her palms were trembling.

She shook her head.

“No, I really have no idea what’s going to change.”

“is it.”

“When I close my eyes, I can still see the winter castle. The smell of blood vibrates in the nose and the roar of the orcs.”

post-traumatic stress.

Agnes was going through it badly.

Inside the winter castle, it didn’t show up that much, but it seems to have gotten worse after coming to the academy.

“Soldiers and knights are dying. On the axes of the orcs.”

“… … .”

“You are among them, Deron.”

Having said that, I turned my head to look at Agnes.

There are a few tears in her eyes, but they are welling up.

“Every day I dream that you die. I am living so well right in front of my eyes. I have dreams like that, where the vitality disappears.”

“It’s a dream you don’t need to worry about. This is how I am before you, and I will always be alive.”

“I know. As long as you’re alive. However… Every time I dream, my mind seems to forget that fact.”

Her tears were quite precious.

I’ve rarely seen her cry in the original.

Nevertheless, I was happy with this situation itself.

She weeps as she mourns the death of my undead.

That’s what the real-life, post-actual stress is.

The emotions of the characters who have never been described in the novel come to me.

A few short lines, a few lines. Not tears made up of a few dozen words.

In fact, Agnes’ tears are flowing down her skin.

I kept my mouth shut several times over and over again.

I think I need to console you with something, but I can’t think of what to say.

I can’t understand Agnes’ feelings, even though I’ve been through the same battles she went through.

To me, the people who died are just the dead, and they don’t even occupy a part of my heart.

so I.

Instead of opening his mouth, he patted her on the back.

Without saying anything, because that was the best I could do.

**

Agnes held me in my arms, sobbed a little, and then stood up.

I stared blankly as my face turned red and ran away.

I’d rather have that

Feeling ashamed and being able to run away like that means that there is room for feelings about it.

It seems he didn’t even realize what he was doing until a while ago… .

It’s okay because I’m sober now.

With that in mind, I got up from the bench.

The body was not tired, but the mind was tired.

The worn out spirit in the winter castle is not easily recovered even though the magic is gone.

When I went to visit Crebiton, I saw a strange vision, and my recovery was even slower.

Come to think of it, what the hell was that vision I saw then?

The chair was also a chair, but I couldn’t really guess the identity of the sword.

I’ve never seen an object that has absorbed magic and is still intact in the original, and even if it had such a crazy performance, it would have been introduced.

Even so, if I don’t know.

It’s already in the original, but I can’t remember.

Or is it a famous sword unique to this world that did not appear in the original?

It will be one of the two.

Even though it must have been a sword whose power was difficult to guess, I did not want to hold it.

It was because of the voice heard as the illusion disappeared.

He talked about fate. The damn fate of Deron, as Lennock said and her mother mumbled.

Something engraved on my properties window.

I don’t know what the identity of ‘■■ is…’ .’

You’ve barely escaped from your fate, but now you’re tied to a trait you don’t know your name?

I can’t.

He reached the advanced level with difficulty, and he controlled some of his magic.

Only to control the deadline.

All the lifespans that have been used so far are to use magic instead of mana.

The auras that were blocking my magic ate up my lifespan and increased their power.

Now you don’t have to.

How did you know that you loved it?

How hard did you try to enjoy this moment?

I couldn’t even move my body properly because of the damn deadline.

Now the body moves without any restrictions.

Even if they move passionately, they do not bleed,

The pain that had been dominating his head was gone.

This is the original body.

I can’t give this body back to Magi.

Even if they say it’s a damn fate.

I will desperately resist.

With that in mind, I moved on.

I have a place I want to go to for a while.

**

The distance from the Academy to the North Forest is not that far.

At dawn, when everyone is asleep, if you can borrow the power of the spirits to run, you can reach it in no time.

But Medea did not.

The autumn wind is cool. Not as hot as summer, not as cold as winter. I mean, it’s just the right temperature.

Especially in a dense forest, Medea’s ears stand up when the wind is blowing in the autumn.

The fact that the elf’s ears stand up vertically means that it feels good, depending on the angle.

The vines and leaves that cover the face are taken care of by the wind spirit.

Medea hummed forward without realizing it.

If you walk around the streets at dawn like this, you can forget your own plight for a little while, so Medea comes out here every day.

The life of a slave is hard.

Even though the owner, Deron, left for a place called Winter Castle and wandered around without even knowing he was there.

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Just having the title of slave is a humiliation for Medea, who was originally a high elf princess.

In addition, facing Petra’s life every day and having to clean the dormitory makes it difficult.

“Still, I didn’t do much today.”

As the morning sun shone through the forest, a subtle mist shone with a mysterious feeling.

The intermittent smell of grass and the sound of grass insects in the forest resounding from early in the morning subtly settles in her ears.

Medea hurriedly moved forward, imagining the lake she would soon face.

When I was practicing spirits in front of the lake, I felt at ease.

The spirits also listen to her, so she often feels like several friends rather than a spirit.

shoot ah

I hear the sound of running water. It seems that water flows even in a still lake.

The lake welcomes Medea with the light of the early rising sun, not the moonlight.

and.

There is one more person who welcomes Medea.

“Why is this person here?”

Deron Phylasia.

Her owner, a man of extraordinary talent, is lying on a hill right in front of the lake with her eyes closed.

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Just like when I first brought her here.