Chapter 277

Three days have passed since I requested Siegfried’s sword from Mr. Valkun.

If it was the way it was, I should have returned to my normal life and enjoyed my normal days, but I couldn’t because of the damn devil worshippers. After returning to the academy, Cheryl began building a team by recruiting reliable students before starting her full-fledged activities. Most of them were students with high practical scores, but for some reason, Griffith was not included, so I couldn’t control my doubts and asked a question.

“I can’t trust him.”

“why...?”

“It always looks like it’s up to something.”

Suppressing my instincts for what I thought was a really surprisingly reasonable reason, I fed the mapak, and after giving Cheryl a long speech about not judging people based on their appearance, I was able to get a promise to embrace Griffith as well. I hope it will serve as an opportunity to realize that short-sighted thinking like that is not helpful in life, to exclude such a talented person because of personal feelings in the midst of not knowing what kind of cubs there might be.

She couldn’t be there to help Cheryl. It was because I had to spend my busy time fixing the magic engine on my own. The experience of splitting Siegfried’s sword in half was enough to make a dramatic change in my mindset, which had been neither skeptical nor positive towards magic organs. Just by penetrating a part of the road, the efficiency changed and the combat ability was dramatically improved.

It was Seneran who stopped me from going home to save time commuting and sleeping.

“Eldmia. Even though you don’t use mana, you’re walking the path of a wizard, so this is advice, but unless you’ve taken special measures as a wizard, you should definitely take care of your sleep.”

“Eh? Why?”

“It’s too late if your head blows off after casting magic due to lack of sleep.”

Concentration is an advice that you don’t know when and where it will bounce, so you should be as careful as possible. When I heard that the number one cause of death for apprentice wizards studying with impatience was not death from overwork, but death from explosion, I prepared my books without hesitation and prepared for work.

“No, you should tell me something important like that early.”

“It’s actually unlikely to happen unless you don’t sleep for a week, but right now we’re conducting a joint research, right? Taking care of your body is part of the research, so I said that.”

Seneran, who yawned profusely with a perfectly valid argument, was not at ease either. She is working on a document for a kind of key summary with numerous demon books open. She, like me, was busy creating a workbook for me with annotations and commentary added to supplement my lack of magical knowledge, and she was living in the classroom like me. Due to classes and work, the amount was only smaller than Seneran’s, but it was the same for Master.

“Anyway, get some rest and see you tomorrow. The realization that you couldn’t see when you kept looking always comes with a clear mind.”

“Is that like a wizard’s maxim?”

“No. That’s my advice.”

Any advice from a golden wizard is worth listening to. I lightly said goodbye, packed up my things, woke up Laika, who had been distracted from a good night’s sleep, and left the professor’s office.

There were not a few people who were harmed by the series of events that occurred a few days ago, but Princess Eselua’s guess was correct, and the academy was moving in the direction of calming down. In the meantime, the dean, who made an official appearance, showed a very calm and logical response to the person who wanted to invite people because he was an ardent follower of the Holy Cross, and in fact, all of it was to deal with devil worshipers and traitors. It made me have a reasonable doubt that it might have been a series of plans for the future.

As I was about to leave the academy gate after three days of thinking such nonsensical thoughts, I heard a voice behind me grabbing me.

He was not a warrior, but a Coupangman of justice. I was curious about what the finished sword would look like, so I decided to accept Siegfried’s favor.

“It’s such a neat and peaceful place that you can’t believe it’s a country that’s been at war for years. My younger brother lives in a place like this while maintaining his goals.”

Siegfried, who was messing around with bread out of the stretched envelope, lightly declined the offer to me as well, thinking about an answer to an unexpected topic of conversation. Well, I don’t think there’s anything special about it other than my own moves.

“I think anyone would do that if a well-to-do village was razed to the ground overnight.”

“I think so too. But people like that usually have a taste somewhere. Like becoming a plural demon, becoming a crippled person, or having a defect in daily life.”

“I don’t know because I’ve never met anyone like that.”

“Ah, yes. Most of them are. At least the ones I’ve seen in the interior, devastated by monsters and wars with neighboring countries, did.”

I thought he was going to talk about the knowledge he acquired from his previous life through movies, but unexpected experiences popped up.

“Even grown-up adults break their hearts easily. Even against an army of humans or ordinary monsters. After a family member dies in a goblin attack, there are even people who start a fight just by looking at the normal kids. It’s great that I’m living a normal life.”

“I don’t think it’s normal to decapitate a count in a mansion in the middle of the capital for an assassination attempt.”

“Chuckling. Envelde’s story? Sure, there’s a crazy bit of it. But I mean, including that, it’s pretty normal.”

After waving his hands several times to see if he had finished eating the bread, Siegfried folded the empty envelope and put it in space magic. Then he tapped my temple with his index finger and continued.

“Once you taste it, you can’t distinguish between those who commit such actions and those who don’t. It makes people around you devastated. It seems that those who overcome such things become heroes.”

It was a new and unfamiliar story. Wondering if there was a reason for bringing up such a story out of the blue, I belatedly opened my ax eye and glared at Siegfried. hero?

“I don’t pretend.”

It was a half-assuming answer, but Siegfried looked at me in amazement and clicked his tongue.

“Ahhh. You’re really quick to notice. How did you know?”

There’s no way. Where are you going to uselessly set the mood and inject mulberry?

“I’m tired of living even after achieving my long-cherished wish. Ask an elf friend who is doing something like Entylane to learn it diligently.”

There is a certain degree to the destruction of clichés by El Frani, who is a warrior party in name and only specialized in cutting.

However, Siegfried did not stop persuading with flattering words until the moment he arrived in the dwarf district, probably thinking that persuading me was a more likely path than having the elf learn the tracking technique.