2nd Round Villain

133 – Violent Corruption – 1

Hearing about the Duke for the first time in a while reminds me of what happened between me and Jack. I didn’t try to block the memories that came to my mind.

He was an odd human being. It was a very bizarre thing from the beginning that a human being became one of the demon realm’s dukes.

It was something that could not be found. It’s not just a human, but a human who waged a battle and destroyed one dukehouse is a duke.

However, those who know Jack know the reason.

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Jack is not a good man. Rather, it is more like a demon who knows how to do evil without hesitation.

The reason she came to the demon realm was because she felt the energy of Magi from there. Jack later stated that he came because he was attracted to that energy.

The reason I had a big fight with the duchy was because there was friction between them. According to common sense, there are some demons who do not misunderstand what kind of human beings are wandering around the demon realm.

Of course, demons with broad and open values like me welcomed anything interesting, whether it be a human or not, with open arms.

‘Ahahahahaha! Great! I never thought I would destroy the eastern duchy alone! This is really beyond my imagination, right?’

‘As you do, they have a unique body structure. different from humans Is it Jiangshi? Or a monster?’

‘If you come to the demon realm, you should call me by the name of the demon realm! Greetings late. It’s called the demon, Oscar Lucifer!’

‘Oz is Luciver… ? Hmm, are you going to be hostile to me too?’

‘Ah, I’m different from those ignorant brawlers. I’d rather have a conversation with him! Where are you from? Among the people who use demonic energy, has there ever been a person this strong?’

I’ve never fought Jack. Although she had never drunkenly chattered about abstract sparring with words, which she called non-geom.

Anyway, Jack later met the demon king and, of course, was defeated. I still can’t forget that maddening laugh when I admitted defeat to the Demon King.

‘hahahahaha! I wondered why I came here, and there was a divine demon here! The god of our school is right here!’

She called the Demon King a Shinma. Then, I want to become a demon, but since neither the demon nor the demon king can jab, there is no problem.

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Jack and I got along pretty well, so I did a few Joker-style magic shows. Every time that happened, she clapped the seal and cheered fervently.

‘Fantastic! If Kanos is a divine horse, then you are a mad horse!’

‘Gwangma? You mean mad devil?’

‘Ha ha ha ha ha! doesn’t it suit you? It’s just a nickname that suits you Joker!’

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Jack used to talk about the world he originally lived in whenever he drank. He said that he was a pseudo cult leader with about 100,000 disciples, and that the entire gang trembled at his feet.

Nevertheless, her heroic story was quite intriguing, so after the relationship with Cheonwoong Stella was cut off, I often went to her mansion to share a drink with her.

Of course, it was my responsibility to bring a drink.

‘Gwangma, this liquor definitely resembles the taste of the bamboo leaf cheong we used to eat on the mainland. The deep and mysterious is truly profound.’

Honestly, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting it.

If you don’t have high expectations when meeting an old friend, it’s because it’s a fake friend.

If I had to fight to protect Maria, I’d have to change that face to a shotgun.

“hahahaha… Looking forward to it.”

A smile filled with anticipation hung on his lips. Maria tilted her head at me.

“What do you expect?”

“Just a reunion with Jack. We were pretty close.”

“… Just in case, I hope you will not neglect the students because of your friendship with Jack.”

“don’t worry. I am the apostle of Mary. Do you think you would let that happen while revering the name of Saint Mary?”

“… .”

‘Yes, I think so’ is written in Maria’s eyes as she looks at me. I smiled shyly.

“anyway.”

drooling-.

Maria wakes up.

“huh? Maria, why are you suddenly awake? where are you going Do you want to go to the bathroom?”

“Now that I’ve said everything I have to say, I’m going back to my room.”

“already? Is it still 12 o’clock?”

At the unexpected answer, I nodded and pointed at the watch. The hour hand of the clock pointed to the number written 12 o’clock.

It’s only been a few hours since I met Maria of the night, but you’re leaving already? Yesterday, while returning late at dawn?

When I expressed my doubts, Maria kindly explained them.

“You should sleep. It’s 12 o’clock.”

“sleep? Why are you sleeping all of a sudden? You didn’t sleep yesterday Are you tired of chatting with me?”

“I hope it can’t be. However, Joker forgets that I am a girl.”

Maria tapped under her eyes. There was a small shadow there.

“Ahh… Yes, I don’t mind not sleeping, but now Maria is a student. Yes, I should go to sleep.”

“Yes, it is not possible to cause a nuisance to me during the day. I have to sleep at night.”

“You are very caring. He said he was jealous of Maria during the day.”

“… Then, let’s go back to our room.”

Maria tries to leave through the window.

I reached out and grabbed her skirt. And then I pulled with quite a bit of force.

prison-.

“Um… ? What are you doing?”

Losing her balance, Maria fell backwards and fell into my arms. She asked, struck by an unexpected deterrent.

“But Maria, do you really have to go to the dormitory to sleep? Is there such a law?”

“That word… .”

“Let’s sleep here together. Just sleep until the sun rises. I’ll get up on time and wake you up.”

butt stuck to the floor Maria, who was naturally leaning against me, also sat down.

In the middle of a quiet library. A dark and cozy place. A place where the moonlight penetrates through the windows and illuminates the twilight.

I lay there as a bed. Pull Mary, lie down next to me. She relaxed and did not resist.

“Sleeping in the library… Whoops, I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Maria is smart, but didn’t think of something like this?”

“I am stuck in a rut. It’s hard to think freely like Joker.”

“Come on, cut my arm. I’ll give you the most comfortable night in the world.”

He stretched out his arms as if he were laying on the floor. Maria obediently followed my instructions. The weight of a person’s head is transmitted to the arm.

A bright smile was painted on her lips. It was a beautiful smile as if painted by a painter. I was curious about the reason.

“Why are you laughing so much? Is there anything happy about it?”

“Whoops, it’s because I suddenly realized that I had something that I didn’t have during the day.”

“okay? what is that? Let me know too.”

“During the day, I can’t sleep with my neck resting on Joker-sama’s arm pillow like this, can I? So, it is a privilege that only I have.”

As if really happy, the smile on Maria’s lips didn’t want to leave. I placed an arm pillow with my left arm and wrapped my right arm around Maria’s torso.

Maria closed her eyes. Snow-white eyebrows drooped. She muttered with her eyes closed.

“Oh yes, and… Please refrain from being violent during the day. The world will laugh at you being a saint and punching vulgarly… .”

“okay okay. If it’s Maria’s words, of course you should.”

“thank you… .”

The sound of Maria’s small breathing continued.

I didn’t fall asleep. Instead, he quietly spent the night by Maria’s side, brushing her hair.

*****

The third day after coming to the academy. I have a lot of work to do starting today.

Three to be exact.

Established the Magic Crew, the reason why Pantera Crew was abandoned.

How to make Maria, a girl of the day, a member of the reading club.

And, an unidentified variable, the narrow-eyed teacher.

After learning that Miss Nintune was a character that hadn’t been seen in the previous episode, I brought up the appearance and identity of each teacher and contrasted them with Maria’s memories. As a result, it was confirmed that the only variable was the narrow-eyed teacher.

If I were busy with a lot of work, I would have tolerated such minor variables.

I’m not busy now rather worth it Therefore, such variables cannot be left alone.

“Teacher, I don’t quite understand this part. Can you elaborate?”

“Student Evans, what do you not understand?”

Break time after history class. I approached the narrow-eyed teacher who was about to pack up and leave the classroom. he said in a sullen tone.

“Here is the part of the 310th year of the Imperial Era, about 400 years ago.”

I pointed my finger at a part of the history textbook and watched the teacher’s reaction.

A person’s disposition is revealed even in the smallest things. It’s not just s*xuality. The environment in which you have lived, the type of job you have been engaged in, and the accommodation you have lived in. It all shows in action.

For example, people who used knuckles have a habit of fixing their clothes. People who smoke often have their middle and index fingers together.

“Imperial year 310. The historical event at this time is the war between Seongguk and Tuguk. It was an incident in which Tuguk invaded the Holy Kingdom with a great conqueror named Agesiliad at the fore. Why?”

“Nothing else, but I was curious about the back story of a paladin named Beatrice Constantino who was said to have been active at the time. Has it disappeared historically?”

“hahahaha, I’m sorry, but I, as a teacher, have no way of knowing about that part. Beatrice Constantino, a knight of reversal, was the main character who led the war to victory for the Holy Nation, but at the same time, she was an apostate who made a pact with the devil, and eventually fled to avoid the Inquisition. There are no records after that.”

With his left hand clasped behind his back, Mr. Narrowed Nun pointed at what was written in the textbook with his right hand. His back was erect, and the movement of his slender limbs resembled that of a gentleman.

I didn’t feel anything awkward. It’s not that I’m pretending, it’s that I’m always like that.

Write, what is it really? Is it just a variable born from the butterfly effect?

“Where, do you have any other questions?”

“no. I’ll just go back.”

But for that to happen, there are too many hidden auras. just like me

It’s so tightly hidden that I can’t measure the exact amount of discretion.

Shall we go and ask Beatrice? Since when did Mr. Nintune start working at Eden Academy, and what was his former job? There is no guarantee that you know exactly who she is.

“Yes, I hope you enjoy your classes for the rest of the day.”

“Good job.”

“The fact that you keep playing behind Maria’s back… Just stop. hahahaha.”

“… .”

You touched Maria in a blind spot that was invisible to the teacher’s line of sight, but how else do you know that?

It’s also not something to be passed on. Not just a teacher

With a meaningful look, I followed after the narrow-eyed teacher who left the classroom and walked away.

Most of the students liked him. Kind, gentle, neat appearance and even narrow eyes. He was just a good teacher for students.

Well, that’s dubious. Why would a person of that caliber be a teacher in a place like this? It would be understandable if he had entered under someone’s order, like Beatrice or Nioh.

I guess I should go to the information desk after school today. I’ll definitely have to ask for an investigation there. It makes sense to spend money too. The money you hoard is a piece of toilet paper.

With that conclusion, I put my history textbook in my locker and prepared to move. The word preparation here means to take care of Maria.

“Maria! Let’s go eat lunch!”

It’s fun to make fun of Maria in class, but not as much as during lunchtime. Because, at lunchtime, you can relax and chatter in a loud voice.

He put his arm on Maria’s shoulder and called out her name.

“Eh, Mr. Evans?”

“What, why are you so surprised? Is it because you don’t like shoulder strapping?”

I even went to sleep hugging her last night, I’m sorry.

“That, not that… .”

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. But why are you suddenly moving? Can you feel the distance?

Maria wiggled her fingers, her white hair rustling in the light breeze. Her index fingers that were connected hesitated embarrassingly.

“I-I… .”

Do you have anything to say to me? Ashamed to take it out? It was when I suddenly thrust my head right in front of Maria’s eyes.

“No, please!”

“huh?”

“Uh, uh, my hands have been tickling since yesterday… I know it’s really rude to make such a request, but… Poetry, I can’t beat my stomach anymore after eating… .”

Alas, what should I do? saintess?