I Reincarnated as a Teacher of the Heroine

Chapter 195 – Answer

Damian was facing the three with his injured body.

Looking at the battlefields he has been through so far, I can say that 1 vs 3 is nothing. It was only the opponent that was the problem.

Lancelot possesses the continent’s best swordsmanship.

The phantom thief Squa, who goes so far as to say that he stole the continent.

And Mediah, a saintess who is hopelessly bad for a black magician to deal with.

“Come to think of it… My father said… There is a saying that says three against one. Conversely, it also means one against three…”

Damian opened the enchantment book.

[72 demons. Take half of my remaining soul. So, become a sword and manifest.]

After summoning 72 gigantic demons, the sword that compressed them to the limit in the form of a sword was not for humans. It was a brutal sword for Sura to wield after giving up on being human. The bey was a double-edged sword that would bring ruin to both those who wielded it.

Its mass, power, the strength of the curse it contained, and even its number were far beyond the criminal’s imagination.

[Demonic sword Remegeton.]

It was a disgusting sword with eyes and mouths all over the sword, enough to make a normal person vomit.

Upon seeing the sword, Saint Medea smiled. Because he understood the essence faster than anyone else, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re completely crazy. They’re usually demons who would go crazy with just one body’s power, but summoning 72 of them and condensing them into swords… don’t you think your brain is spinning? How strong is the curse you have to endure? Don’t you know? The curse of a sheep that will suffer miserably even after hundreds of reincarnations?”

“Yes. Even if I were reborn, I would spend my whole life in pain, suffering from illness and being betrayed.”

The curse engraved on Damian’s body and soul had long since exceeded its limit. If so, it was obvious where the curse would go.

“Anyway, that sword is dangerous. It’s difficult for me to annihilate even 72 demons, and since the authority, mana, and mass of 72 bodies are compressed, it’s not easy to get hit even a little bit.”

“I’m sure you all have the same gritty weapons, right?”

“Oh, that’s right.”

The privilege of knowing the future, Damian knew very well the power of their weapons.

“You have an arm imbued with the power of the spirit kings you’ve killed or transferred powers to, the far swordsman over there has a sword forged with power stolen from one of the apostles of God, and the petty thief over there has been consumed by the magic of things. There is a gem that changes the magical power to 0.”

“Oh, you’re very knowledgeable. I’d rather make such a person an ally than an enemy… How about it? Rather than die like this, why don’t you join us? It’s been a while since I’ve had such a coveted talent.”

“Just seeing your face makes me vomit.”

“I’m sorry… Yo!”

Medea fired shining spears at Damian. To Damian, the warlock, the spear was a match, and he spurred the ground and jumped to avoid the attack. Of course, there was no way others would miss that short gap.

visor!

Damian’s sword, Lancelot’s sword, and Squa’s card collided.

“As expected, it’s not easy to seal it with that much mass.”

A sword that can seal everything it touches, that was the ability of Lancelot’s sword Arondite.

“You’re a persistent kid.”

Squaa bit her lip slightly. It was the first time for her to face an enemy with such skills.

“Heroes and the strongest men fight cowardly. Well, it’s been a long time since trash like you guys threw their pride and pride into the gutter.”

Medea, who saw that skill, let out a sigh.

“This side has the upper hand in terms of numbers and compatibility, but being pushed behind like this means that the difference in skills is that great. Alas, I am sad. Alas, my heart hurts because my pride is hurt. I do my best.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Just opening your mouth gives off an unpleasant stench, which makes me feel dirty.”

“Um… If we keep coming out with such a harsh attitude, we have no other choice, right? If that’s the case, then we have no choice but to aim for our weaknesses, right? Even if we curse at each other for being cowardly, it’s better than dying.”

“What is that now…!”

It was then.

“brother…?”

In the direction Damian turned his gaze to, there were his younger sisters. Damian told them to stay still, but they had no choice but to come, worried about the roar that had been going on since before.

“The choice is yours.”

The flames from Squa, the slash from Lancelot, and the cards from Squa.

The attacks, each with terrifying power, aimed at the sisters and flew.

“I’m sorry…!”

Rachel, Violet, and Isla covered their faces involuntarily. Was it because he felt his death intuition, or was it because he was afraid?

Either way, what the sisters expected did not happen.

The back that always protected them in the dark showed up proudly this time, and it was thanks to the frontal reception of the attack aimed at the sisters.

Even if your body is burned by holy flames, even if you are slashed and blood is shed, even if you are suffering from extreme pain from being poisoned on a card…

Damian asked his younger siblings.

“Looks like you’re not hurt… I warned you not to come that way.”

“brother…?”

Rachel looked up and wanted to see her brother’s face. The mask came off, revealing his bare face. The ugly tattoos on her face, the clearly visible blood vessels around her eyes, and even the whites of her eyes that turned black… The sisters knew what that meant.

It wasn’t personality that Damian sold to the devil. Everything except personality. His body changed like a demon, and in the process, he had to suffer excruciating pain, sacrificing his own lifespan.

It was nothing compared to a slight change in personality. Most warlocks have taken this path, but Damian did not.

[I am afraid that I will lose my love for those children. I am afraid of losing the self-control of having to hide them. And that’s more important than me.]

“When I said I wanted to follow you, I should have strictly kicked you out… but I didn’t want to be hated any more, so I accepted the childishness. It’s all my fault that you’re caught up in this danger.”

When the blood gushed out like a waterfall and splashed down her cheek, Rachel was startled and tried to grab her brother.

“Brother, first stop the bleeding…”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hide it until the end. You suffered because of me. I forced my selfishness on you.”

Damian broke the jewel he received from his grandmother.

“Thank you. You grew up so well under an older brother like me.”

Underneath the feet of the sisters, a magic circle that felt a huge amount of magical energy was engraved. It was a magic circle that would return them to their original time. Of course, Damian wasn’t the target.

The sisters trapped inside the magic circle knocked on the wall of magic.

“I loved you. Every moment of you.”

“Congratulations. All the birthdays and happy days you will meet in the future.”

Rachel remembered everything she had said to her brother. Among all the words, he said that his brother had sacrificed anything for them. But the magic circle didn’t even give her time to correct her words.

But that was unnecessary. Because Damian wasn’t hurt by those words in the first place.

“Hey~ They’re tearful siblings. But what should I do with this? I’m not sentimental enough to save them after seeing them.”

“… This side is the same.”

Until just now, it could be said that Hogak, no, Damian had the upper hand, but not now. His body was in a state of serious injury that would not be strange if he died at any time.

But he didn’t care.

In the first place, he thought that his own end and his own life were of no value. Even if I gave my all, I thought it would be fortunate if I could use a little bit for others.

Lancelot and Squaa, who came closer, also pointed their weapons at him.

“Give up now. There is no chance of you winning now.”

“Ah, yes, I don’t know.”

Squaa had an expression of displeasure. Only she knew why she had such a displeased expression on her face.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just die comfortably? There’s no way you guys can win even if you fight like this.”

“You’re hearing that… again.”

The god who was Damian’s grandmother and Werner’s mother had spoken to Damian.

[To be honest, that was the best future. No other way exists. There’s no better way than the future you’re going through.]

His answer was the same then and now.

Damian responded by stepping on his mask and breaking it.

“My answer is always the same.”

He couldn’t laugh for the first time in a long time.

“Even if it can’t be reciprocated.”

“Even if everything about me is forgotten.”

“I will make the way.”