Chapter 167: Crazy

Chapter 167: Crazy

See, the number of modifications I put on my spell meant that even if this guy had a pretty good artifact, he would still, most likely, die. And thats what he does. The modified version of [Advanced Light Lance] takes his head off his shoulders relatively cleanly. Or rather, as cleanly as a decapitation can be.

How dare you! Adriana shouts and raises a hand.

Yeah, sure.

[Light]

I destroy her incantation before she can finish it. The stands are going crazy, all probably very angry with me. I mean, I get it. I just killed a person, and Im not sure anyone had a problem with him being a murderer. Or maybe they didnt know. Hard to say. But one thing is for sure, no one likes a Human coming to an Elven academy and killing people during his first duels.

Adriana tries a couple of times more before a deep voice comes from the stands.

Adriana. Stop.

[Archmage] Marcus doesnt do more than stand up, but the pressure of his aura is quite a thing. I mean, now that I activated [Aura Lucis], it doesnt feel like that much, but still. Hes an [Archmage], Im just a [Luxmancer].

I cant help but zone out for a second. This is one of those big what ifs everyone wonders about. What if you kill a person? What happens then? How do you feel? Personally, it feels like I just took a very difficult exam and aced it. I dont feel happy because Im too tired from the effort but I also dont feel any guilt. Or do I? Im sure a psychiatrist could shed more [Light] on this.

Human, you killed your opponent after the time ran out. The Nine Towers Academy does not condone murder.

He admitted to being a murderer for his personal gain.

And does that you mean you can kill him?

That worm killed an Elf!

Huh?

I turn to Atticus, Lucindas bf.

In moments like these, I wish I was black. Why? Just to be able to use the n-word with this person. Like whats your problem, n-word? Alas, being Italian-American, I could say compadre at best, which is very lame. Also, Italians do not use that word.

Do I feel like murdering Atticus? Mh, not really. Thank God. Another sign Im not going full-murderhobo like a goddamn idiot.

Is no one going to do anything? Atticus says in disbelief, fishing out a wand from his sleeve.

Oh, boy, I say, preparing the spell matrix for a shield. If you use that, Atticus-boy, we will have a problem.

Hell, why cant people let me metabolize the fact that I just killed a man? Like, what the hell.

Lucinda, rein your boyfriend in. He can wait for the next battery of duels if he wants me to whoop his ass so badly.

Having said my piece, I turn around. Im still on high alert, expecting a sneak attack. Thankfully, my overwhelming display seems to be a good enough deterrent for these idiots.

Against my better judgment, I start feeling contempt. I dont know why, and I dont know for whom. Its just pure hatred for this sort of treatment. In a deep corner of my mind, theres something screaming at these people, twisting my guts with an invisible barbed hand. What that thing might be, Im not allowed to know. But its stronger than my magic and stronger than them.

Maybe its my longing for justice; maybe its just the fact that no one seemed to understand what I was thinking. Maybe I wish people could hear what I thought or just glimpse at some of it. Or maybe, Im just going crazy.

And so, I get away from the arena, still in my ridiculous costume. Now, it feels somewhat decadent and dangerous. I feel like and God forgive me for this massive idiocy Im about to say a jester. Im not going to say the other j-word. But it feels like I can whisper the truth and hold hostage the great powers of this place with my words. But Im still not powerful enough to take on any of them.