Looking at Rit's face flushed red, anger wells up.
I don't have a hobby of finding a shy man cute. It doesn't matter if the true form is female or whatever.
The appearance right now is male, so what.
I should just deliver the message briefly and simply.
Pushing aside the burden, I opened my mouth.
"If you saw the video of
Rit retracted his flushed face and showed a surprised look.
"And I am certain that a demon is behind it."
Rit's expression stiffened hard.
He, no, she couldn't open her mouth and rather bowed her head deeply.
Afraid she might cry again, I hurriedly continued speaking.
'Uh? Wait a minute.'
That reaction.
An attitude as if she knew well that she would be reprimanded.
For a moment, an event from a while ago flashed through my mind.
Rit, who suddenly bowed, saying he had committed a mortal sin.
'If that's the case....'
Only now do the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly.
Rit was under a huge misunderstanding.
And that misunderstanding, thankfully, handed the initiative to me.
Since it has come to this, I will shake this initiative wildly.
"...I know it has nothing to do with you."
Levi told me.
At my words, he, no, she brightens up and lifts her head.
"But it must be related to you somehow. Am I wrong?"
"...No... It is not."
"Raise your head. I am not trying to blame you."
No.
I should have told her to keep it down.
The welling tears are unpleasant.
Wouldn't it be a bit more comfortable to deal with her in her original form?
"Rit, no—Dream Demon, Lilith."
Her body flinched and trembled.
"Reveal your true form. Your shell cannot deceive me."
Rit nodded, and the shell surrounding her turned into black smoke and crumbled down.
'Gasp!'
What was revealed after the smoke cleared was an existence of beauty that literally made one gasp.
Rit's appearance, a proper mix of the genes of the Dream Demon tribe and the Fox tribe, which rank within the top five for beauty in my worldview, was truly at a level to feast the eyes on.
"...I will ask you."
Honestly, I almost stared absentmindedly, but the issue of survival is more urgent.
Let's just bring up the main point, just the main point.
"Aside from you, who is the demon hiding in this Glasco?"
"Th-That is...."
Come on, try speaking quickly.
So I can be careful or strike first.
"Th-That is...."
She hesitates in panic.
Honestly, if she were in that previous form, I would have hit her once, but I forgive her because of this appearance.
"I cannot tell you 'His' identity. Anything that allows inferring the identity or revealing it is impossible for me."
...There is a guessable reason.
"...Is it a 'Covenant'?"
It is a kind of contract placed on the existence unit.
If the parties who made the contract violate it, their existence will be extinguished.
"You are the 'Subordinate'."
And, since a contract is a contract, it is divided into 'Master' and 'Subordinate'.
Naturally, the 'Subordinate' side is incredibly disadvantaged.
But Rit, a lower-ranking demon, must have had no choice.
There are two ways to break this 'Covenant'.
Kill the demon corresponding to 'Master', or have a higher-ranking demon than the 'Master' annul the contract.
Since I don't know the identity, I can't kill him, and asking a high-ranking demon to annul it is the craziest thing to do.
It's not that there is no method.
Rit just needs to become stronger than the 'Master'.
A truly demon-like solution governed by the law of the survival of the fittest.
Fortunately, a method to make Rit stronger exists for me.
"From now on, stick close to me as much as possible."
That way, farming affection will be easier.
['Rit (Lilith)'s' affection increases significantly. +30]
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***
Night has fallen, but the lights in the lab do not go out.
-Hey, Ailon. Aren't you overdoing it....
Steven, his father, asked pitifully from outside, but there was no answer.
It was truly a state of self-absorption.
Ailon was devoting himself to research in a trance-like state.
A whopping two times.
The magic weapon he boasted of was destroyed as if to show off, and the
His pride was hurt.
He had never imagined in his life that his magic engineering would be this powerless.
But it was the reality happening right now.
"X, substitute the Skalikov theory here."
-Output error.
"Damn it. Then Pasquier's theorem?"
-Output error.
"Ha, interesting. Let's see, let's go to the end."
It was a continuous series of failures, but Ailon was not the type to be frustrated by such things.
Rather, he smacks his lips and tackles it again.
This is the secret that made Ailon reborn as the greatest genius in the history of magic engineering.
He immersed himself in experiments frantically, enjoying even failure.
-Output error.
Even if the process is not smooth.
***
'How on earth, how...'
Jesse watched the video of
The strength he couldn't understand turned into awe.
'How on earth did he do that here?'
Sharing a few words of conversation, and then this part where he returns the technique used by the demon exactly.
He has replayed the video several times, but it has gone beyond the realm of cognition.
The more he did, the more Jesse burned with desire.
The desire to become stronger.
It's an extreme thought, but he felt he could even sell his soul to a demon.
Aren't there many who actually did that and obtained a realm beyond their limits?
But watching the video of
To Jesse right now, the measure of strength was 'Lucas' himself.
Even a demon armed with immense presence became like fallen leaves in the autumn wind before him and was just swept away.
'If only I had been chosen....'
He shouldn't, but he couldn't help his gaze drifting toward Torres.
Because if it were his command, he would vomit out everything he learned from Professor Lucas.
But soon, he shook his head.
This is a matter of pride.
The pride of the great sword family, Athlon.
But his gaze keeps drifting toward Torres, who is devoting himself to training over there.
After mumbling and hesitating for a long time, Jesse made a big decision.
"...Torres."
Torres stopped the sword he was swinging and looked at his master.
Flick-
Just by lightly gesturing, Torres should come before Jesse....
'He should come?'
But Torres bit his lip tightly and started swinging the sword again.
Stupidly honest.
Just like Torres.
Heat rises at that sight.
Right, you mean you are a student of that great 'Everything About Battle', is that it?
Jesse also raised his sword.
And started swinging it recklessly.
Filled with indignation, filled with maddening desire.
'Y-Young Master....'
Torres watched Jesse quietly, then raised his sword again.
What Jesse needs right now is not himself as a servant, but a huge wall he must overcome.
And the level of that wall, Lucas showed sufficiently.
He must become at least that much.
In one space, the two were swinging their swords with different thoughts and different emotions.
Two figures approached them.
***
'I haven't grown even a bit.'
Deyan swung his sword heavily.
As much as the weight of what sat on his chest, the sword also moved heavily.
Among the fledglings, among the students whose realms were far lower than his, he was the first to be eliminated.
Deyan thought all the causes lay with him.
Even though it was said to be a team member's fault and not his mistake, he should have sufficiently prepared for that level of variable.
What he must protect is the supreme ruler of this country, who must remain steadfast even amidst such variables.
Such agony weighed heavily on him.
'If His Majesty had been there....'
Thoughts bit onto tails and continued.
Assume the worst situation, and recall.
That failure approached painfully.
He raised his sword again.
'The one remaining until the last... must always be me.'
Vwoom!
'Two failures cannot be tolerated.'
Whiz!
Each swing boasted fierce power as it was swung violently.
However, it is not satisfactory.
The assumption runs to the worst of the worst.
When that demon appeared, if Romero had been there.
If the King had been left alone in that place where he was absent.
And…
'Lucas, if that man is an enemy?'
His sword would be nothing more than sword play.
'Faster.'
Whoosh!
'Even faster!'
Slash-!
Until his whole body is soaked in sweat, until blisters form on his hands and burst to become bloody.
Deyan's sword was swung endlessly.
"...I must have said not to swing it so recklessly."
A familiar voice was heard in his ear.
***
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Did they say a crisis is soon an opportunity?
After the
Furthermore, views, recommendations, and comments have exploded.
All this eventually results in my strength.
But this is not the time to be leisurely smiling.
Because the danger has approached closer than I thought.
I shouldn't become strong alone.
The growth of the meat shields who are more talented than me is also a part I cannot miss.
'Admirable things, everyone is training hard even without being told.'
Whether the
I visited each of them and held a so-called 'Special Lecture'.
"...I must have said not to swing it so recklessly."
Deyan was obsessed with speed without realizing it.
It is all because of Durandal.
Since it is practically an instant-kill skill, I understand well that he relies on it unconsciously.
But the utility of Durandal is not in speed.
If only he can use it fully, if he possesses the qualification and skill to do so, there won't be many existences that can beat Deyan with a sword.
I pointed that out clearly.
I visited other students as well.
The master of the Iron Wall who saved my life—Baron, Havertz who mainly uses daggers, Eden of martial arts, Erling of the mace, etc.
And this special lecture,
['Deyan's' affection increases. +7]
['Baron Wilhelm's' affection increases. +9]
['Eden Delfino's' affection increases. +8]
['Erling Frost's' affection increases. +8]
It also served as affection farming like this.
From simply increasing the efficiency of Teaching and Learning Grow Together, now that I know the existence of the nurturing system, I have to pay attention to them in my spare time.
Next, I came to find Torres.
Naturally, Torres was not alone.
Jesse Athlon.
He was with the Ae-Wan-Yong guy.
But the awkward air flowing suggests it is not a very harmonious atmosphere.
To be precise, it looks like Jesse is unilaterally sulking.
Anyway, perhaps because Torres has a clear sense of purpose, there wasn't anything particular to point out.
Instead.
'Isn't that guy completely crazy?'
It was visibly clear that Jesse Athlon was being ruined into a mess.
Trionic Sword, a top-tier swordsmanship that counts on one hand even in my worldview.
But Jesse was currently throwing away that top-tier swordsmanship and continuing to swing in a formless manner.
In my eyes, I could see that talent being whittled away in chunks.
It's regrettable, but well.
He's a character that will become a stumbling block to me later anyway.
Do I really need to care....
'No.'
Jesse Athlon was not a character to be thought of simply as a villain.
To me, he was like a precious ingredient to raise Torres's affection.
Well, it would be okay to fix him up a little.
Since I will be able to raise Torres's affection in return.
"Hey there, you."
Stop-
Jesse's movement stops at my call.
He was pretending not to know while gritting his teeth, but he was paying attention, that guy.
"What... is the matter, Professor."
Look at him still being petty about not being picked.
"Why are you doing something stupid?"
Jesse's expression crumples at the fact bomb I threw abruptly.
"Did you say... stupid thing?"
"Yes. Stupid thing."
"It might look like that to a strong person like you, but I am in my own way-"
"Why are you wasting your strength on something else, not the Trionic Sword?"
This is the problem with this guy.
Even in the original flow, Jesse Athlon switches to a swordsmanship taught by a demon, not Trionic Sword.
Strength might be visible right now, but its depth cannot be compared to Trionic Sword.
"Is abandoning the sword you have practiced all your life what you thought of in your own way?"
Foolish.
If I had talent like you, if I had learned the world's highest level of swordsmanship like you, I wouldn't have done such a stupid thing.
[Mark – Disciple]
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-Jesse Athlon (new)
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"I will show you. How stupid a thing you are doing."
How wasteful a thing you were doing.
Teaching and Learning Grow Together.
Jesse Athlon—Trionic Sword, First Form.
Open your two eyes clearly and watch.
...Because this is disposable, I can't show you twice.