Surviving as an Academy Black Magician

It was an unexpected variable.

The family owner who was trying to take her as a hostage is dead.

Judging by the condition of the body, it seemed that it had been dead for quite some time.

why… ?

The plan went awry. All sorts of questions swirled in my head.

A mischievous smile leaked out.

Only then did I realize

I was mistaken that I was being chased, but in fact I was being chased.

‘Are you saying we were the prey from the beginning… .’

Roman stood up and shouted.

“Looks like you’re surrounded.”

Radamus, who was on the wall, muttered in a low voice.

“This is a rat in a complete poison. Is this also part of the plan?”

“… no.”

“hahahaha. You can’t make that face. Isn’t life supposed to be unpredictable? Still, don’t worry too much. Sieghart was always strong in crisis. I’m sure you’ll show it again.”

“of course.”

Although unexpected variables intervened, the goal remains unchanged.

Occupying the Harman mansion.

I decided to think about the rest after killing those guys on the other side of the door.

A powerful aura felt through the door. It was distinctly different from the killers I had dealt with so far.

Minimum supervisor level.

‘Did all the elites of the Blue Moon come here?’

It seemed that he had no intention of hiding his presence any longer. It’s probably the idea that I’ll take care of it for sure here.

Silence passed.

“… … .”

The state of confrontation over one door, which is both an exit and an entrance.

There is no room to escape anyway. I didn’t mean to.

I just held my breath and waited for them to come in.

bang!

As soon as the door opened, dozens of gunmen rushed in.

“—!”

While waiting, I immediately activated my black magic.

chain of corruption. It was the black magic that was used against Roman in the past.

Charleureuk!

A chain containing demonic energy rose from the ground. However, Salsu, who stood in the lead, swung his sword without wavering as if he had waited.

“A black magician… .”

A bizarre half-moon sword held in reverse.

The red aura of the swords in both hands shimmered. Every time a red trail embroidered the air, the chains were cut powerlessly.

Radamus, who came out from the left, stretched out his fist wildly towards Salsu. The blow, using the back foot as a support, emitted a piercing sound resembling that of an artillery shell exploding.

pop!

However, Salsu opened the distance by letting go of his attack with a bizarre movement. It was almost miraculous to see him bounce off like a spring and tumble, as if he had springs attached to his feet.

Incredible elasticity indeed.

“You’re quite agile.”

Blood was flowing from Radamus’ right hand, as if he had even counterattacked in that brief moment.

Looking at his inaction, he probably seemed to be a mastermind.

“… … Demon Demon Radamus. Did they release you?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been called by that name.”

Because the first surprise attack failed, they were surrounded on all sides. After all, I felt the fact that life doesn’t go as expected.

Unlike the killers I’ve met so far, they didn’t rush in. Since they had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, it seemed that they were going to kill them slowly.

“Multi-body strengthening.”

Purple bracelets made of mana were filled in layers on both arms.

“Triple concubine.”

and.

“Accelerate.”

A large amount of mana was rapidly drained, and explosive power welled up from the whole body. Every time I breathed, the purple aura that surrounded my body shook as if in response. As the atmosphere, which had been as quiet as if breath had stopped, rapidly fluctuated, the sprinklers flinched.

“Aura Master… … !”

Although it was not an aura, there was no disagreement that it was an aura powerful enough to be misunderstood. Even I, who cast the magic, was surprised.

I didn’t miss the gap and reached out my fingertips toward the nearest water cannon.

It was an extremely crude move that did not even have the formality to be called a fighting technique, but the power was inversely proportional to it.

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Kwajik!

My fingertips pierced the chest without breaking the sword of the killer. I didn’t stop there and tried to hit the follow-up straight away… .

Swords flew from all sides.

Each one had an aura.

While ignoring minor wounds, he only knocked out all the attacks aimed at vital points. Then he raised his fist again. It was intended to smash his chest, but the killers around him stretched out their swords at the same time to relieve the shock. Moving as if they were one body seemed to prove that they weren’t the best killer group for nothing.

‘It’s not that difficult.’

The flow is broken.

When I got the momentum, I should have pushed to the end, but their organization far exceeded my expectations.

The number of killers decreased compared to before, but the amount of physical strength consumed was considerable. Roman and Radamus also seemed to be having a hard time with the killers’ pincer attack.

Perhaps because of the poison, his body became duller than before.

It boiled up the demonic energy and swallowed the poison in the body, but this was only a temporary measure.

I tried to save as much energy as possible in preparation for an unexpected situation, but I decided that taking more time would be a loss.

at that time.

Goosebumps rose from the nape of his neck, and the alarm bell in his head warned of a crisis. I hurriedly turned my body at the sharp murder that I felt behind my back, but it was already too late. It could not be detected due to the killing spree from the water sprinklers surrounding it.

It was a fatal mistake.

The half-moon sword with a red aura surged with fierce momentum. The sword, which moved along a graceful trajectory, was already within my range.

Heart is the goal.

It was impossible to avoid an aura blade of that level at this short distance. The best I could do now was to minimize the damage.

If I could give up an arm and protect my heart, the worst could have been avoided.

-Suddenly!

arm was cut off

“… … master. Are you okay?”

Roman’s arm wriggled as it fell to the floor, and soon it disappeared as black smoke.

In a fleeting moment, Roman threw himself to protect it.

The sprinkler general licked his lips as if regretting it and widened the distance.

“Tsk. Is it a servant… .”

Since Roman had already died once, it was possible to regenerate at any time as long as he had enough demons, but anger boiled from the depths of his heart.

It wasn’t because he was hurt, it was because of my carelessness. It was because of my misjudgment that I tried to save my strength from the beginning.

The first plan collapsed, and new variables appeared constantly.

“… … .”

It’s annoying. quite annoying

How should I express this feeling?

It was arrogant and self-indulgent. He was overconfident that his mana had increased a little, and that his body had gotten a little stronger.

Anger rises.

Murderous intent boils over.

My heart is beating fast and my blood is flowing backwards. My hair goes white and the noise around me subsides.

I can’t hear anything right now

Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed. It smells salty.

“master… ?”

I smiled self-deprecatingly and muttered lowly. The thick demonic air slowly rose and soon spread out in all directions.

“… … conceit. Oman. absence. overconfidence. Pride. Cheeky.”

You’re going to deal with Cheonakcheon while struggling against these guys?

It’s not even funny.

“… I don’t have a back body.”

Whoa!

Dozens of black spears rose behind my back.

The spears with condensed hideous demonic spirit were ready to shoot at any moment, like a bow caught on a bowstring.

Sensing an ominous premonition, the sprinkler commander hurriedly shouted.

“All of the blue moon. Establishment of guardianship.”

With every word he said, the scatterers gathered in an orderly manner. A huge mana veil covers them in formation in the form of a pyramid.

A red aura rose from the head of the sprinkler commander, and the color of the curtain gradually turned red.

“Martial arts. Self-defense.”

What they chose was defense, not offense. If they can survive this once, they will judge that the victory is theirs.

The sprinkler commander was so confident in his martial arts. It was to build up the mana of the warriors of the 7th circle together. I was confident that no matter how powerful my magic was, it would never collapse.

This is an unprecedented case in the history of the Harman family, because this guard has never collapsed.

However, that was a mistake.

pop!

The spear was shot with terrifying force along with the sound of bursting air. The window collided with the curtain, and the entire room shook in the aftermath of the impact. A crack formed on the surface of the veil for a moment, but that was all. The spear was destroyed, and the veil was quickly restored to its original form.

Watching the scene, the sprinkler commander smiled confidently.

The attacks continued.

Three.

There was a crack, and it was restored again.

5 pieces.

The veil was exposed due to more severe cracks than before, but was restored.

10 things.

One waterman was killed by a spear penetrating through a cracked curtain.

Even the last remaining spear could not pierce the curtain by a hair’s breadth.

finished.

Although they made sacrifices, victory was theirs in the end.

“at las… .”

However, what was reflected in his eyes was… … .

It was dozens of black spears that filled the air.

Kwakwawang!

indiscriminate bombing.

The curtain, which had been struggling to repair the damage, collapsed in an instant. At the same time, chains rose from the ground, and the killers threw their bodies to protect their captain without even resisting. Even when their arms were torn and their heads were pierced, they did not scream once.

They only blindly threw themselves to protect their leader.

… ‥.

how much time has passed

Bodies whose original form is not even recognizable. It was the killer who used the half-moon sword that crawled out between the killers who had turned into pieces of meat.

His side was pierced, and he was holding on to the wound and breathing heavily. His face was stained with despair as he looked at his coldly cooled men.

Originally, he knew better than anyone that the life of a killer was nothing but consumables, but he was not so cold-blooded as to pretend not to know the deaths of his subordinates who defended him even to the point of supporting himself.

“… … .”

Although no tears flowed, he was crying silently.

The anger that had risen subsided, and my head gradually cleared.

I approached the sprinkler commander.

He looked around with a devastated face, and then spat out as if to mumble.

“Monster child.”

I looked at him and smiled.

“Thanks to you, you know my topic, so I should say thank you.”

“Kill him.”

I trampled on his hand on the floor. His face contorted in pain.

“Roman. Is this person right?”

“That’s right.”

When Roman took off his mask, the sprinkler commander’s eyes widened.

“… … No. 9. Right. Did that happen?”

“Long time no see. Leader.”

“Then you must be Seil Sieghart. The descendant of a legendary heroic family is a black magician! Isn’t this funny!”

“Isn’t it funny? It’s funny even when I think about it.”

“… … Was it because of revenge after all? kill There is no regret in life.”

Bend down, I grabbed his hair and looked at him.

“That is not difficult. Why did I go through this high school? Lyndal Harman. From now on, I will give you a chance to choose. One is to become a familiar after dying at my hands here and now.”

He muttered with a self-deprecating smile.

“To live as a puppet until death… … . It’s the last thing that suits me.”

I said ignoring his words.

“The second is to trample on your older brother and become the owner of Count Harman.”

In an instant, his eyes fluttered.

“… You’re going to make me a housekeeper? Doesn’t that also mean that he will have to live as your puppet for the rest of his life?”

I shook my head.

“no. You have to speak straight. It is cooperation, not puppetry.”

“… … .”

“Choose. Röndal Harman. Will I die right here and live as a monster without an ego, or will I become the head of Count Harman’s family, whom I’ve been dreaming of so much?”