Chapter 40

Ruid rubbed his sleepy eyes.

‘This is falling.’

It was a magic spell I used because I was surprised by a sudden attack, so it came out strong...

but I never imagined it would break.

But if I went back, the same thing would probably have happened.

There was nothing I could do about it since the hardness of the knight statue was higher than the hardness of the floor.

“Lude Christopher!”

Clifford scolded.

Ruid subtly looked away. I didn’t want people to know about the secret passage. Then there is a high probability that something troublesome will happen.

“...I was here when I woke up.”

“what?”

Clifford looked at Luid with a puzzled expression.

...But somehow it makes sense. He sighed.

“...If you have great power, try to control it. “Noob top, noob.”

He turned his back.

“Disciplinary measures for this incident will be announced separately.”

Ruid looked at Clifford with an expression of extreme disgust.

“Aren’t you going to be disciplined, President?”

“?”

“The president also witnessed the fight.”

Clifford’s face turned red. It was a moment when I was about to yell at him, asking where I was talking back.

“...!”

A disgusting smell that stings your nose.

The president and faculty members stiffened.

It was a presence that no wizard could sense.

They looked at each other.

“This.”

“...Nonsense.”

Clifford’s face became more serious than ever.

“It’s the reverberation of black magic.”

Clifford was looking at the ceiling with clairvoyance.

“How dare they break into the academy without even knowing the topic?”

Warlock.

An enemy of the world who seeks only destruction and commits evil deeds that cannot be called human.

If it is true that they broke into the academy, it is not an issue that can be easily overcome.

It means that the academy’s barrier has been breached.

Clifford took a hurried step. Everything related to the library had already completely disappeared from his mind.

After Clifford went upstairs, Hercy approached Luid.

“Where on earth did you go?”

“caliber.”

“...I knew that would happen.”

Ruid held out a small hand.

Hersy took Luid’s hand and helped him stand up.

Ruid scratched his head at the many eyes looking at him.

‘Burdeningly.’

It felt like an audience member had trespassed into the screening room without permission.

“Hercy, let’s go.”

Feeling burdened by people’s gaze, Ruid tried to stand out.

Hercy nodded quickly.

“But has a warlock really appeared?”

Hercy looked at the ceiling worriedly.

“Probably not.”

Ruid shook his head.

I was confused and didn’t know it before, but now I have a rough guess as to whose work the ‘black dog’ is.

Ruid looked at Nia, who was laughing heartily in the corner.

“It’s probably someone’s prank.”

There is a related episode.

Before the Orb of Lark is summoned, Nia Ryan turns the warlock’s minions into chimeras as a prank.

Even though he is a smart and quiet person, he avoids being targeted and blames someone else.

That’s Catherine.

Catherine is easily misunderstood and has a personality that few people like.

‘The episode was twisted.’

Ruid shook his head.

Anyway, I had no intention of going forward after this incident.

[I did well, right? Did you do well?]

The fox’s tail wagged along with a cute voice.

**

“This.”

A pure white light flashed right behind Clifford.

There was nothing left where the light passed.

Although I was standing in a half-destroyed library, neither the president nor the professor could keep their mouths shut.

I was just looking somewhere.

Every Library 2nd floor. The very end.

A space with transparent walls.

It was because of the sight seen beyond.

“...A servant of a warlock. No, I guess you should call me a minion.”

Clifford walked briskly.

I wanted to take a closer look.

I stretched out my hand.

A strong repulsive force was felt on the translucent wall.

They were denying Clifford entry.

But it was good no matter what.

The space beyond was clearly visible through the transparent wall.

12 knights.

A spear of pure magical power, still burning, was stuck in the very center of their hearts.

The knights, impaled on spears at a certain distance and hanging on the wall, looked as if they were the judgment of God.

Just like a work of art.

Traces of powerful black magic were felt among the knights.

I stretched my hand toward the window once again.

It’s right in front of you, you can’t touch it.

Clifford’s clairvoyance saw the composition of the magic spear.

Each and every one of those 12 windows ‘existed’.

It wasn’t held on for a moment by magical power.

All of them must be actual holy relics.

Even if ten or a hundred years pass, that window will be intact.

The problem is that what is felt within it is magical power.

Even without any medium, magical energy was naturally generated and the spear maintained its shape.

“...Luid Christopher.”

It was impossible to materialize an object through magical power.

creation. That is the role of creation.

It was a power that could not be achieved with human ability – a power granted only to God.

Saaaa –

Is there any living thing that could be hit by that spear and survive?

However, the reverberations of the black magic emitted by the knights were vividly felt.

Clifford guessed. Perhaps if the spear stuck in their heart were pulled out, they would come back to life.

In other words, it could not be killed even by extremely high magic skills that could command the realm of creation, so the only option was to seal it away.

What if that one failed the academy?

‘I can’t handle it.’

Clifford closed his eyes with a dizzying imagination.

I muttered as I looked at Ruid standing downstairs with an innocent expression on his face.

“...What kind of fight did you fight alone?”

gulp.

I could clearly hear the professors swallowing their saliva.

I could read the situation as closely as Clifford, but I knew this one thing.

That Louis Christopher has created magic that is close to art.

**

Lake of Delrin.

He must have been through a lot, so he was having a picnic to console himself.

Today’s menu is sandwich.

Of course, it was just mushrooms and sprouts put between bread, but it was edible because it made mayonnaise.

Ruid poured orange juice into a glass. Hercy expressed curiosity.

“Luid, what is that classy glass? “It feels like I’m seeing you for the first time.”

The white cup that Ruid was holding looked very expensive.

No, saying it was expensive was not enough. Rather than an ordinary cup... it looked like a holy grail.

The identity of this cup was the ‘cup of magic’ that Ruid had attached to it.

It was a waste to throw it away, so I decided to use it.

“It’s an antique.”

“...antiques?”

Hercy opened her eyes wide.

Ruid answered confidently.

“huh. “I came and picked it up.”