NOVEL NEXT Chapter 123
When Selena and I returned to Claris, it was quite late, with only the magic lights illuminating the interior.
Outside the window of the Circulation Train, the scenery of the Academy was passing by so quickly, as if too many events had unfolded in a flash.
“I never expected we would make such progress together, Selena…”
Except for completing the independent Wind Archery with the black magic I received from the Hwanseangaka, Selena had been as relevant as air… her love line with Edwin had been pretty sparse too.
But perhaps because we’ve been training together from the beginning, there’s a bond formed through the physical encounters.
It seems I was swept up in the moment, and I feel like she would keep my secrets as well.
Selena didn’t say a word on our way, as if her reasoning had returned after her sudden outburst.
Only after the announcement that the train was about to arrive at the platform did she finally speak.
“…So, you can handle the powers of the demon race.”
“…”
“We can keep it a secret, right?”
“Yeah, please… I’m asking you.”
“…Alright.”
“That easy?”
“Well, you don’t seem like the type to… do anything reckless.”
Fortunately, Selena didn’t pry further.
Perhaps she heard various things from Dalian.
On the surface, Markosias would have been interested in me after witnessing my ability to deal with the demons.
“I handle black magic.”
If we exclude that fact… there isn’t much to hide.
—Vroom… Chik-ching…!
As the train came to a complete stop,
“I’ll go first.”
“…”
When I got off, Selena followed me silently.
“…?”
“Can you let me stay over?”
“…”
An unexpected statement from her.
I didn’t need to ponder for long before answering.
Beyond that dark shadow…
—!
There was a silhouette I recognized.
“Hey…? Lev…!”
“Yeah.”
Her voice was high-energy as usual, but there was something unfamiliar about it.
And I could feel the familiar wave of magic from her.
I approached quietly and said, “Yeriel, why are you out here in the cold?”
“Huh? It’s not cold…! More importantly…”
Yeriel smiled as she glanced at Selena.
“So, Selena is here too…”
Huh? Had her eyes always been this dull?
Maybe it’s just the darkness.
Selena, slightly flustered, explained in a low tone.
“…I trained with Lev today.”
“Looks like it was quite an intense training session, huh…?”
“…Well…”
Now that I think about it, my shirt was completely soaked in blood.
“Lev, are you hurt…? Are you okay…?”
“I’m fine. For now.”
Yeriel’s gaze inspecting me was filled with worry and anxiety.
Then she looked toward Selena and spoke.
“Selena. I appreciate you helping Lev train… but at the same time, I want you to stop putting him in danger. Please.”
At her words, Selena’s brows furrowed slightly.
“…Yeriel Artina. Are you implying it’s my fault?”
“…I heard in the preliminary lectures for the selection test. It was you who encouraged Lev to train first… right, Selena?”
“……So, what’s your relationship with Lev that you can say that?”
“…I’m the dormitory supervisor…?”
Selena smirked at that remark.
“Well, that’s all there is to your relationship with Lev, I guess.”
“…….”
—Pop!
With that single remark, a spark of magic fire erupted from Yeriel’s body.
—Whoosh…
Selena also began to gather the winds, unwilling to lose.
As the atmosphere grew slightly tense, I quickly intervened.
“Both of you, stop.”
I had no choice but to grab Yeriel’s wrist and pull her toward me.
“Yeriel, sorry for worrying you. I’ll explain what happened when we get back.”
“Okay…”
“Selena, let’s talk tomorrow. Please understand.”
“…Got it.”
*
Selena got back on the Circulation Train that just stopped, and as Yeriel and I headed back to Sellafi Hall,
Yeriel seemed a bit angry and didn’t say anything to me.
Once we made it to the dormitory lobby, Aria had found a note saying she would be late due to an emergency practical today.
“I should come up with some excuse.”
“Let’s head to my room first.”
“…”
I brought her into my room to explain the situation.
And as soon as we entered the room,
“Lev…”
“Yeah?”
—Snap.
“Huh?”
In an instant, at the snap of her fingers, my body was bound as if tightly tied up.
【7th Level Magic Seal】
【Magic Resistance Failed!】
‘A 7th-level seal…? Already…?’
It’s funny to think like this in this situation, but it seems the performance of the elixir of immortality is indeed reliable…
“Y-Yeriel?”
—Tap.
Disregarding my question, Yeriel gently rolled me onto my bed.
“Excuse me…?”
She climbed onto me lightly, as if mounting me with her slender body.
And then she began to sniff the scent on my upper body while pressing against me.
“You smell like Selena… I’ve been thinking about it ever since earlier…!”
“…”
“What did you do with Selena today?”
“Huh…?”
—Swish.
Yeriel opened her hair tie with her mouth and expertly tied her hair back.
Then, she brushed my chest coolly.
“The marksman’s training doesn’t involve direct body contact, does it…? Since you’re using a bow…!”
“…”
“Right, right… But how come… you smell like her?”
“…”
She was answering her own questions. There’s no way to escape.
—Pop!
At that moment, the black magic around her began to ignite more and more.
‘This is… that thing.’
I immediately used my magical senses.
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【Yeriel Artina】 (Infected State)
【Status Average】
: 5.7 (7.7)
【Specialization】
Circle Magic (7)
【Unique Traits】
Tarchangel Transformation (Lv.??) (Activated) (Stage 3)
Elemental (Lv.7)
Spirit Magic (Lv.7)
———————————————————
‘Ah.’
As expected, her Tarchangel transformation had moved to Stage 3.
‘If it reaches Stage 4, then it’s completely over…’
Seeing that she was in an infected state, it meant that currently Yeriel was in an abnormal amplification of her desires.
Just as I act recklessly due to the aftermath of being a demon, she’s also not in her right mind.
I attempted a futile persuasion.
“Yeriel, please listen to me first. Okay?”
“I can’t help it… Lev is kind to everyone… So popular…”
“Yeriel…?”
“Even after this happens so many times, it must be right for me to understand…?”
“You’re wrong. You’re not listening to me at all.”
“Selena is right… I only have a dormitory relationship with Lev…”
Tears began to well up in Yeriel’s faded eyes.
“So, I won’t give in anymore… I won’t….”
—Tap. Tap.
She began to unbutton my shirt one by one.
“Yeriel… seriously!”
“You’ve always messed with me… You always said I’m the one with dirty thoughts… meanie…”
“……”
Yeriel then approached me and whispered in my ear.
—You know…? Lev is right.
—!
—I… have been thinking dirty thoughts without permission…
Then, still avoiding my gaze, she asked.
“Lev doesn’t… care about that kind of thing…?”
Even in her Tarchangel mode, she was blushing fiercely.
The gap compared to what she was doing was so huge that it felt cute…
‘Sigh…’
How have I managed to hold on until now?
I felt like I couldn’t endure anymore, I forced my eyes shut and sealed my lips.
If I admitted my feelings here, I might really cross the line.
As I kept my silence, her movements stopped.
And then…
—Tap.
Droplets fell onto my abdomen.
‘?’
When I carefully opened my eyes,
Yeriel was sobbing, wiping her eyes with her hands.
“I-I’m such a bad girl… right…?”
“….”
“…I’m sorry… So sorry… Lev…”
“….”
That was the last thing she said,
—Thud.
Yeriel collapsed into my arms as if fainting.
*
I gently laid the unconscious Yeriel on my bed and took a shower.
This must be the first time she reached Tarchangel Stage 3.
The mixture of black magic and pure magic seemed to have fortunately(?) overclocked her.
—Snore…
“……”
As I shook my head, watching the peacefully sleeping Yeriel, my heart ached.
She was too pure, like a white canvas…
She helps others without a second thought, but
—I’m fine, really.
She was a girl who always kept her own feelings bottled up.
That Yeriel, due to the curse of the Tarchangel, was forced to bring out her emotions…
“When she regains consciousness… will she feel guilty for what she did…?”
It truly is a curse.
In fanfics, Yeriel realizing that her feelings for Edwin would be the key to her Tarchangel transformation,
—If I’m not there, Edwin won’t be able to move forward…! So…
There was a narrative where she tried to seal herself away somewhere no one would find her.
This was also due to her tendency to hate causing harm or becoming a burden to others more than anything else.
Thinking about it, there couldn’t be a more brutal curse for Yeriel than this.
“That being said… this is risky…”
For now, the Tarchangel state significantly boosts her stats.
And it seems her obsession with me has also increased considerably…
One thing I didn’t know was… the black magic Yeriel emits resonates with the black magic I possess, as if trying to unleash something that resides within me.
‘Sigh.’
The main cause of the outbreak can definitely be identified.
Because I feel a strong sexual attraction and impulse from Yeriel, who has the powers of a demon.
‘Feels like I’m losing my mind…’
Even now, Yeriel was incredibly vulnerable, exposing her collarbone.
I desperately tried to suppress my instincts with reason and threw a blanket over her.
—!
Just then, the hand of Yeriel that reached out from under the blanket… grabbed my arm.
“Lev… don’t hate me…”
Even in her sleep, she was apologizing to me.
“…I’ve really slept a lot today.”
If this situation happened again, I might not know how to contain myself.
*
At the same time,
In front of the dormitory door labeled Lev Denec, a girl was deep in thought.
Aria, having finished her emergency practical and divine training, had returned to Sellafi Hall, and immediately felt a faint black magic.
The place where the waves were felt was Lev Denec’s room, so she hurried over.
However, the absence of the dormitory supervisor, Yeriel, was triggering her imagination in a bad direction.
“No way… It can’t be…? Yeriel…!”
As she debated whether to knock or to rush in and catch evidence,
‘…It might be an emergency.’
She soon seemed to resolve herself and turned the doorknob.