ALL NOVEL Chapter 62
Yeriel’s sight and hearing, along with her sense of touch, were gradually being blocked.
All she could feel was her sense of smell, intuition, and instinct.
If she couldn’t even realize what was happening to her right now, how terrifying would that be?
Yeriel concentrated as much as she could, trying to keep the fading senses from disappearing completely.
-…
‘Wha, what is going on…?’
However, amidst this confusion, there was one fact that Yeriel could understand.
The unsettling hands that had been touching her had stopped.
The terrible smell of the demon disguised as Umberto also faded away.
So, the one who was holding Yeriel captive didn’t have any interest in her.
Who… came to rescue her?
– Kiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘Ugh!’
In that moment, the dark magic that heavily covered the Black House began to stir.
– Kiiiiiing!!!!!!
An enormous wave of magic power was swaying right in front of her.
‘Wh-what is happening?’
It was definitely the power of the demon, a force that any human would instinctively shy away from.
Yet, there was something a bit different mixed in.
It felt as if it didn’t belong to just one person.
-…
And then, at some point, the force of that magic completely quieted down.
-…
They say that when one of the senses is blocked, the other senses become extremely sharp.
During that short time, Yeriel had to rely entirely on her sense of smell.
That’s why she could vaguely detect it.
Among the uncomfortable powers of magic, she faintly sensed a smell…
A mix of lily and vanilla.
It was the scent that could only be found in Sellafi Hall… the fragrance used in Lev’s laundry.
.
.
.
*
.
.
.
-Wait, wait, wait, save me, save me, save me…
The last words echoed.
[The effect of ‘Hierarchical Conflict’ activates the spell of annihilation!]
It was nothing more than Crimson Wind Archery.
If she crossed the line any further, it hinted that only blood would be seen in the future as the crimson wind archery erased the demon.
– Ding.
——————————————————
[Achievement Clear!]
[Named: Tarchangel – Tobiel has been defeated.]
[Remaining Named: 139 units.]
[You can obtain the Demon Hunting Reward!]
[Check the Demon Hunting Reward!]
——————————————————
[The curse of the Sixth Sense on Yeriel is lifted – Remaining time: 02 minutes 33 seconds.]
——————————————————
[Achievement Clear!]
[Supporting Role Achievement: Tarchangel.]
[Reward: The general trait ‘Supporting Role’ of ‘Lev Denec’ is removed, anonymous feedback (real-time) will not occur.]
[The Supporting Role trait has been successfully deleted!]
——————————————————
– Ding.
[Becoming Demon is released.]
[You have no mana available!]
[Health temporarily decreased!]
“Ugh…!”
As she released the Demon form, pain surged through her body as if it were collapsing like an empty plastic bottle.
– Thud.
Her knees buckled involuntarily.
[Erosion Level: 7/110.]
It truly was overwhelming.
Converting mana into a Demon form and the black magic generated during its activation into Erosion Level was, in essence, the ability to create something from nothing.
Thus, there couldn’t be no penalty.
Clutching her heart, she endured the pain.
Cold sweat ran down her body.
But she couldn’t lose consciousness.
The thoughts of the Great Demon Andras and Leragie, who did not exist in this world, would come to lurk in her body.
‘Huh, this is disgusting.’
Some curse words slipped out.
Anyway, the last intervention by the author ended rather… anticlimactically.
Like a child who lost interest in an old toy, they just turned away.
Still, she couldn’t let her guard down.
Even if the intervention had disappeared, the game still had a frustrating level of difficulty, and the fact remained that her arch-nemesis was the personified being known as Caeran.
The villains that would appear afterwards would also be a truckload.
‘Get a grip. It’s not over yet.’
She kept her eyes on the spot where Tobiel had been and activated her mana.
– Ding.
——————————————————
[Soul Vessel]
[A vessel that contains the soul of Tarchangel – Tobiel.]
[You will be revived in Pandemonium with 50% health and 25% mana in 25 minutes and 49 seconds.]
[You must use the ‘Execution’ trait to completely sever the connection.]
——————————————————
‘… As expected.’
Then, a purple orb-shaped sphere revealed itself.
All humanoid type demons from the ultra-hell difficulty have this basic passive, the Soul Vessel.
In simple terms, it meant resurrection.
For someone like her, who only had the annihilation, she would need to defeat the resurrected entity once more to completely erase it.
However, if there was execution, she could confirm the kill right now.
Only 25 minutes left…
She had already thought it through.
Sinatis, who had brought her here in a griffin form, would immediately summon Edwin.
And just like a protagonist of this fanfic, if he used his execution ability to take care of it, that would be the end.
She was kind of placing value on the story’s content.
‘Ugh… it hurts like hell.’
The problem was…
Given the circumstances, since she had come rushing in without thinking, now was the issue.
Currently, Yeriel’s sight and hearing had not yet returned, so no one would witness her Demon form…
But it was too suspicious a situation, and from then on, she needed to play this off as best as possible.
‘Is this the Dark Knight or what…’
While bearing the pain, she heard Yeriel’s voice, who seemed to have somewhat recovered from the curse.
“Lev…?”
Unlike the fanfic, her name came out as Lev and not Edwin.
How did she know…?
While pondering whether to answer or not, Yeriel’s unfocused eyes began searching for her.
“Lev, Lev…! If you’re there, please come here…!”
She didn’t want to do anything to get suspicious until Edwin arrived…
– Thud.
As she went to the side and adjusted Yeriel’s hair,
“!”
She grasped her wrist with her trembling hand.
“Le, Lev, right? It’s you, right…? If you can hear me, answer me….”
“Yeah.”
“I’m s-sorry… I… I…”
“It’s alright.”
The remaining pain was becoming more unbearable as she spoke.
‘Ugh…’
Her entire body felt like it was rejecting the mana inside her.
She tried hard not to show it…
But it seemed Yeriel noticed as she began to question her.
“… Lev, are you… hurt…?”
“No.”
“Liar. You’re hurt…!”
In a situation where she struggled to even keep her own body stable, she was worrying about her.
In a way, it was quite remarkable.
.
.
.
“Uh…?”
After that, she didn’t remember what conversation took place.
Perhaps both of them had lost consciousness.
*
When she opened her eyes, there was a strange ceiling above her.
And regrettably, it was not the world she had known.
‘What happened to me…’
She couldn’t remember anything after that.
This wasn’t her dorm room anymore.
This must be the Restoration Chamber…
– Ding!
The sound effect she heard to the point of annoyance the day before echoed through her ears again.
[The absorbed black magic is purified and replaced with random status.]
[Agility increases by 0.05!]
[Health increases by 0.1!]
“…”
As the status window slowly faded from her view, in front of her was a silver-haired girl with a gentle smile, holding violet.
It was Aria.
She carefully opened her mouth.
“Is… that me?”
“I’m awake.”
“Whoa!”
She opened her eyes slowly.
She maintained a very… complicated expression.
“Am I…?”
Was she feeling both scolding emotions and a sense of relief for being okay?
“Phew. It’s fine.”
“Sorry.”
“…”
She seemed like she wanted to say something but held it back, causing an instinctive apology to slip from her mouth.
“You certainly know how to apologize?”
“I’m not that cold-blooded.”
“… Please rest a bit longer. Your body is in ruins.”
“Sorry, but what happened afterwards?”
“Currently, the Black House is… under a lockdown. They say the demon’s curse may still remain…”
According to Aria, an order was sent down from the Academy’s upper management.
They designated the area surrounding the Black House as off-limits for investigation.
They might have to move dormitories with Yeriel.
‘Hmm.’
Since this plot wasn’t in the fanfic, she was worried about what butterfly effects might occur, and she could already picture Yeriel feeling quite disappointed.
Aria quickly said in a slightly quiet voice.
“… I think we need to raise the surveillance level.”
“Eh…? What are you talking about?”
“You usually told me to keep an eye on you and follow along, but when it’s important like this, you just rush off alone…?!”
It was the first time Aria’s voice had risen in complaint.
Of course, it was still a far cry from an average person.
“Do you know how your state was during the last dungeon investigation? You were completely consumed by demon magic, not to mention it was far worse than before…!”
“Yeah, thanks.”
[Erosion Level: 0/110.]
It seemed Aria helped cleanse the remaining Erosion Level again.
It must have been a disturbing memory for her as well.
Seeing Aria’s silence after my thankful reply, I thought.
This time, she didn’t particularly inquire about what had happened.
So it somehow gave me the feeling that the sands of time were running out.
That Aria would… come to know my secret.
“Then I guess I’ll refrain from acting alone in the future.”
“… Er…? Can that really happen?”
“Yes.”
When Aria shot a sharp glance at me, I averted my gaze.
After all, she was the one who saved and cared for me; I couldn’t push back here.
Just as the awkward atmosphere seemed to want to return,
– Clunk!
The door opened.
“Lev…!”
It was Yeriel who came in.
She seemed fully recovered, but her complexion was different from usual, dressed in a patient gown.
She kept checking the wounds on my body, then sat next to me a little.
“Thank goodness, thank goodness. I’m really…!”
I cautiously asked her.
“What happened to that guy?”
“Professor Sinatis said that he wouldn’t resurrect or come back again…”
“Thank goodness.”
It seemed Edwin finally became useful.
If that Tarchangel were to resurrect in Pandemonium, it would become a huge hassle.
Yeriel looked at under my eyes cautiously, then asked carefully.
“… Until then, Lev protected me… right…?”
“…”
The word “protected” was something to hear in this world.
It felt incredibly embarrassing.
In truth, I was merely responding to the author’s whim.
If it wasn’t for Yeriel, anyone would have done the same.
“Thank you, Lev! As expected, I…”
“?”
“I…”
Yeriel blushed, then shook her head.
Then…
“Huah?”
She finally recognized Aria.
“…”
“Oh, Aria! It’s been a while… You were taking care of Lev?”
“… Yes.”
“Thank you!”
“That’s my job.”
-…
And thus, the conversation came to a standstill.
The atmosphere suddenly grew quiet.
But Yeriel still smiled and encouraged Aria.
“Aria, you’ve worked hard! I think you can take a little nap now.”
“Thank you for your consideration, but…”
Aria pointed out the sign outside the door, as if to indicate her unchanged expression.
“The responsibility is mine.”
“No! I heard the healing-type students are busy preparing for the rank match… So you can take care of other things! I’m going to stay right here beside Lev!”
Yeriel’s expression was purely innocent.
As a man, there was definitely… no room for doubt.
“Yeriel, you really should take a break. You’re the patient here.”
“No! I’m really fine…!”
Yeriel clenched her fists and kept beaming.
And Aria replied politely, looking somewhat awkward.
“It wouldn’t be right to ask a patient to look after me. It’s fine.”
“It’s okay! I’m fine!”
“…”
-…
And once again, silence returned.
‘What are you two doing…?’
One side was smiling, while the other remained dignified and expressionless…
Those two began to glance at me every now and then.
Um, uh… how did it end up like this?