Became an Academy Self-Inflicted Blackmailer

25 – Saint vs. Superpower (4)

Beatrice wasn’t listening to me anymore.

She just carries on her anguish with her talking to herself as if she is in a world of her own.

I licked my lips and scratched the back of my head.

I don’t think words can reach me, so I decided to come up with another idea.

‘I heard that it’s only been 10 minutes anyway, so should I just stab him with my sword and get some CP or something?’

The first thought that came to mind was that kind of feeling.

Let alone talking to yourself, I didn’t like the way you cursed me without thinking about hiding it. Are you really going to drop out?

‘Let’s see, my sword…….’

That was the moment when I made up my mind and moved my hand to trace her waist.

“Ah.”

I turned my head involuntarily at a sight that flashed through my mind for a moment.

Just in time, what I was looking for came into sight.

A supply-type iron sword given (?) At the academy…….

‘Hmm.’

…… What was

So, not anymore.

‘It’s very shattered.’

Come to think of it, I remember using a sword as a medium when using Thunderbolt.

Of course it wasn’t a sudden whim or a choice based on a flashing intuition, it was just a reminder that there was such a thing among the ways to use superpowers.

Basically, Jibril, who was more of a supporter, didn’t use a weapon, but it wasn’t like he didn’t have other superpowers at all.

‘Probably a telekinetic user? That guy.’

Although it is not the main role and the proportion itself is not very large, the application method of strengthening the effect of the superpower or reducing the recoil through several advanced weapons was definitely impressive. I imitated it a little thinking it would be quite useful.

Unfortunately, the performance of the weapon is performance, so it seems that I have not seen the proper efficiency.

That’s what you should try again after getting the magic sword.

In the first place, the fact that I was trying to alleviate the penalty to some extent through the magic sword is not unrelated to this application method.

Anyway, I tried to ignore the fragments of the shattered steel sword and turned my head again.

Even putting aside the boring jokes, shouldn’t we finish the conversation first?

Just in time, Beatrice seemed to have gotten tired of talking to herself, and she was staring at me with her lips tightly closed from her constant chatter.

I was about to speak first, but just before that, Beatrice took a step closer to me.

“Saint?”

“…… Let me ask you one thing.”

It was a completely different voice and tone from before.

Should I say it’s a bit serious?

Beatrice said.

“Are you like that every time you use your strength? Regardless of your will?”

That was a question to see through the essence of my ability itself.

I don’t know what the intention was, but I didn’t feel anything negative about it.

I waited for a while, then reluctantly returned the answer.

“The ability itself is like that. It’s hard to explain the details, but it would be convenient to think that there are side effects that naturally follow with great power.”

“…… Side effect.”

Beatrice murmured to me with a rather serious expression.

Her complexion was somehow dark, and I had to tilt her head, not knowing why.

After a short silence, Beatrice looked up at me again.

“When you say side effects, what do you mean specifically?”

When she spoke again, her eyes looked serious from start to finish.

‘…… What’s wrong with him?’

I was taken aback for a moment and couldn’t answer in time, but Beatrice didn’t care and added a word right away.

“Is it also pain?”

“…… Uh… ….”

A way of speaking with more than half confidence.

I flinched reflexively.

Apparently Beatrice, after she got close to her truth in the first place, she tried to get a definite answer through me.

At her unspoken affirmation, Beatrice frowned with no small amount of sincerity.

“It is a terrible ability. To the point where you can feel the malice in its structure.”

“… ….”

“Before the damage to the body, the first thing to consider is the pain that the user will feel. What are you hoping for…….”

I kept my mouth shut once more, but in my heart I had to agree.

To be honest, I still couldn’t understand what those bastards at the game company were thinking when they created characters like this.

In both a good and a bad way, it’s a really unique new job.

I couldn’t help but feel a new skepticism about the possession as this ‘Dante’.

‘I’d rather possess the twin swords character I’ve cultivated for a long time. I’m confident I’ll do well.’

It was a meaningless thought, so I quickly brushed off my thoughts.

Beatrice’s gaze at me was very strange.

“…… Why do you see it that way?”

“No, just.”

Reluctantly asking a question, Beatrice shook her head indifferently.

She immediately changed the subject.

“For now, I admit one thing. You sure are strong. I kind of guessed it.”

“Um… ….”

I put on a subtle expression at the words that followed.

Beatrice’s expression was extremely serious, but it was a composition that made it difficult for me to hold back the laughter that leaked out.

I wanted to tell you that it was just a guess and a nabal, and that it was all an illusion.

I have no power to speak of, and even the only ability I have is at the peak of incompleteness, and I am walking a dangerous tightrope by simply believing in the superiority of information.

It’s just a pity that I couldn’t put it into action because I was afraid that I would get beaten up if I really said that.

I just nodded my head in shame, and at that point Beatrice turned away.

“Where are you going?”

“I am going to be eliminated voluntarily. I lost to you in this drill.”

“…… Yes?”

I opened her eyes wide in surprise, but Beatrice continued her words casually.

“Even if there was no direct damage, it is clear that my will was briefly broken. Even more so, even more so, even though I got out of the way. I’m not shameless enough to casually apply for a re-war.”

“…… Uh, but I think it would be good to continue participating in training.”

In spite of my cautious opinion, Beatrice shook her head.

“It’s okay. Well, to be honest, I’m a little tired.”

“I’m exhausted…… ?”

I felt pure doubt at her answer.

You’re tired, aren’t you moving your body that much?

“It’s not really a physical problem.”

Did you feel my doubts?

Beatrice hesitated a little before adding an additional explanation.

“…… It’s just, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a slander. I was just a little surprised.”

She stopped her steps before she knew it and looked back at me with her slightly confused eyes.

I didn’t bother to look away from her, so she put her eyes down first.

“You don’t seem to know, so I’ll tell you.”

“What do you mean?”

I asked, and Beatrice replied.

“You.”

I won’t hesitate this time.

“I almost died a while ago. Not joking, for real.”

“…… ?”

I couldn’t help but hesitate.

It was such a sudden story. I was embarrassed at the same time.

“I almost died, I.”

“Yes.”

Beatrice nodded her head.

It was a confident look, and even if I don’t know it well, that must be a well-grounded judgment.

Because it is an evaluation of the ‘body damage’ given by the ‘Saint’, not by anyone else.

So, I had no choice but to harden my expression.

“…… Were the wounds that serious?”

I asked.

I wondered.

Of course, of course.

“Nothing to say. If someone other than you had suffered internal injuries like that, they would probably have crossed the river of the Underworld by now, right?”

Beatrice replied.

As if to tell the unmistakable truth, it really doesn’t matter.

‘…… What?’

But I was taken aback.

It was inevitable.

Because there was one word in her words that bothered me.

‘What if someone else, not me, suffered internal injuries like that?’

What does that mean?

I have doubts, but fortunately, there is nothing that comes to mind.

“Resilience… ….”

It was something Beatrice muttered to herself, recalling her story she had mentioned several times, but Beatrice nodded her head with a heavy expression on how she took it.

“It’s amazing to be alive, I said that earlier. So how did you feel when I first looked at your condition? People are dying right in front of your eyes.”

I couldn’t answer this time either. Just like her, it was because my head was becoming more complicated.

But Beatrice didn’t seem to notice my change.

“Sure.”

She parted her lips once more.

“For a trivial matter like today, don’t use that power. There was no need for that. Isn’t it?”

The golden eyes of her staring at me shed a rather pitiful light.

And then, I realized.

She was looking at me now.

She also had ‘something’ other than me in her eyes at the same time.

“…… I really thought I was going to die.”

“… ….”

I could vaguely understand.

The sight she must be seeing right now.

The scenery.

“hahahaha.”

I dared to burst into laughter.

She tried to reassure her, even if her attitude seemed a bit exaggerated.

“I guess it makes sense that she was worried about me after all. Is that correct?”

At my face with a mischievous smile on my lips, did I regain my composure?

Beatrice clicked her tongue with a slightly disapproving expression.

“It’s not like that. I just…….”

“Just?”

“… ….”

Beatrice pressed her mouth shut for a moment.

Then, she averted her gaze.

I go beyond the forest where the sound of explosions has started to subside, and look at the sky outside.

Her expression and eyes had a rather vague look.

“…… I hate it now. I don’t even want to see it.”

The afterword did not follow.

It was a sentence without her subject, but I was able to infer her words without difficulty.

-I don’t like it anymore.

– I don’t want to see it.

-The sight of someone dying right in front of my eyes.

It was a single screen playing in my head.

Perhaps you could call it a video.

It’s a memory.

In the video of that memory, a girl muttered softly with a sad face.

“This is about small talk. How about going soon?”

Suddenly, the image of the girl in the video began to overlap with the image of Beatrice standing in front of me.

She calmly turns her head and makes an effort to show a calm expression.

“I’m going to miss training, so you should aim for a higher rank. That’s not what I know…….”

I moved before she could even speak.

Take her steps off as if possessed, and come close to her.

Took-

He lightly placed her hand on top of her head.

Beatrice’s movement stopped for an instant.

“…… What are you doing now?”

“No, just.”

“It’s just that, why don’t you put your hands away? I want to die—”

“Because you look a little lonely somewhere.”

Once again, Beatrice stiffened.

“…… Yes?”

The way he opens his eyes fiercely.

The way he raised his small fist as if he was trying to get me away from himself even now.

As of right now, it only seemed like an act to hide the throbbing inside.

“Straighten your expression. Don’t make me worry.”

“…… What is that No, more than that, why are you talking half-heartedly all of a sudden?”

Looking down at Beatrice, who was confused, I let out a small smile.

“I was thinking of changing the concept. Isn’t it fun?”

“Yes…… ?”

The bewilderment on Beatrice’s expression doubled.

“No, why did the taste suddenly go away? Did the wound heal less?”

“It’s not like that, so don’t worry.”

I didn’t think much of it and moved my hand quickly.

Beatrice’s expression twisted to the limit.

Sseudam ssdam-

“…… Put your hands away.”

“Clean your hands.”

Sseu-dam-

“Hey.”

It was a guy who had a suspiciously good touch.

I giggled and patted Beatrice on the top of her head.

“Looking at it like this, you are very short. Try it on tiptoe No, you still can’t reach me?”

I openly touched Beatrice’s crown.

All the way, until her face turned red.

And then…….

Whoops!

What returned to me immediately after was a golden divine power punch.

Perhaps for granted.