How To Live As An Academy Extra Villain

96 – Rat Hole (14)

When Edwin burned the necromancer’s body, Sisela felt that she could finally use her divine power again.

Sisela recovered the other two priests without delay. She drove away her demonic energy and from her own body as well, returning her condition to normal.

-Boo!

And in that brief moment when she turned her head back towards Edwin, her sudden ominousness was conveyed to Sisela. Edwin was hit directly by the shock wave emitted by the necromancer and was knocked out. His body falls helplessly on the hard floor of the warehouse.

“No!!”

Sisela urgently ran to Edwin.

With the necromancer’s first blow, a high concentration of magic energy had already invaded his body, and he and his priests were overcome by black magic, so no one could heal him.

In that state, I tried to counterattack the necromancer by squeezing out all my mana, but I was even struck by a blow from close range. If the culprit had been killed, it would not have been surprising.

Sisela stroked Edwin’s cheek and examined him. Although he had many injuries here and there, fortunately he had a strangely strong body.

“Whoa…”

Sisella breathed a sigh of relief, and she delicately imbued him with her own divine power.

If you are in this state, there is no way you will die. When he wakes up from a sigh, his body will be able to regain peace.

“You worked hard, Edwin. Now leave it to me.”

When Sisela closed her eyelids, Edwin surrendered himself without resistance. When Sisella turned and stood up, an ominous black spirit was seen there. The souls of those who had been subjugated by the necromancer now shed their bodies and turned into lace, covering the sky with pitch black.

Edwin seemed to have broken the spell, and even he was sound asleep, so Sisela had nothing to worry about. Sisella completely unleashed her own divine power that had been hidden in her innermost being.

The dull color of Sicella gradually began to become clearer. Her divine power that Sissela possessed adds to her shine. Her mouse-colored hair was dyed silver, and her light blue eyes were also a new blue and contained deep sea water.

Her liberation took place in a very short time, and the daughter of the goddess revealed herself to the world.

“I’ve been through a lot today. He’s a devil…Is he a necromancer? He’s in the form of an exposed black spirit, and he’s so blasphemous that he dares to covet souls…”

“…This is my first time seeing her in person, but my thoughts are the same as the saint’s…”

After completing her recovery, the priest approached Sisela and readied herself, wary of her surroundings. The other one found Mona hiding in her pile of junk and brought her back.

Perhaps because she had experienced so many things that were difficult for a child to endure, Mona was already exhausted and fell asleep.

“The book clearly said that they were all captured and killed together with the Great Devil…”

Sisela calmly observed the situation. There was not a single shred of logic to be found in the necromancer who had already become an evil spirit.

Nevertheless, she hesitated, perhaps because the saintess felt an instinctive fear of the enormous divine power she held within her, and she did not rush forward.

She thought about interrogating the necromancer for a while before giving him the punishment he deserved, but Sisela soon gave up. She couldn’t guarantee that she would be able to come up with the right answer.

If I were to give it more time, I might fall victim to the same strange magic spell as before, and I wanted to send those poor souls who were groaning around me back to the arms of the goddess as soon as possible.

Sisela began her own work without delay. Everything happened as soon as she decided. A bright, shining glow was etched into the back of Sisela’s head.

The priests who witnessed her divine power knelt before her and waited for her to finish her work.

It was a wave that spread around Sicella. Calm and serene waves of light spread throughout the village.

The skin of the villagers who had no substance was reduced to powder and crumbled. Celebrating liberation from eternal bondage, the wraiths touched by the wave of light also threw off their bonds.

“…That power…”

Becky, a girl with orange hair and freckles who returned from an evil spirit, muttered as if in a trance.

Becky looked down at her hands. Becky’s body, which had long ago fulfilled its life, was reduced to ashes and scattered.

All demon energy was swept away by the light just now, and now there are no more souls here to extend one’s life.

“…She was Nadira’s prostitute…How can she be here now…”

Sisela slightly raised her eyebrows after hearing Becky’s words. That mean and evil thing got on Sisella’s nerves until the very end. How dare she put her goddess’s name in her mouth and insult herself.

However, Sisela regained her composure. This is a person whose existence will disappear forever and whose name will not be written on the list of heaven. She didn’t need to worry too much.

“It was twisted…Where on earth…Wasn’t this the fate…?”

Becky’s lament did not last long. Without even leaving a last will, the necromancer turned into ashes and scattered into the air. At first glance, I had the illusion that his gaze was directed at Edwin.

Although Sisella withdrew her divine power that she had sent out, there was still a deep blue light in her atmosphere. Dawn was already breaking over the ridge.

As she regained her divine power, Sisela also regained her original color. She looked like a girl with rat-colored hair and hazy sky-blue eyes.

“Ugh…It’s definitely difficult…I think I understand why Erich told me to only use it at the most important moments…”

“Saint…!”

“…It’s okay. And call me Sisella. Rather, go out and look for Dante and his group.”

Her priests who had been prostrating jumped up, but Sisela held out her hand to stop them.

After hearing the order, the priests left to search the surroundings, and soon came to find the others who had fainted. Fortunately, not a single hair on her face was damaged, but her strength was greatly diminished.

Sisela also imbued them with her divine power.

“Antonio, Ernesta. Let’s take the others and give them some rest around here. And I’m sure it was…Mona? Let’s take this child too.”

“Then, Saint…Sisella…?”

“I’ll take care of it, don’t worry. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

Although she showed a moment of reluctance, her priests eventually followed her lead and left.

Sisela looked around her. The only things that existed in this space right now were silence, myself, and Edwin.

Sisela approached Edwin. She then squatted down next to him and looked at him again.

Edwin still didn’t wake up. Every time he let out a light breath, the bangs covering his face swayed a little.

Today was a strange day. Who would have known that I would experience something like this on a business trip to the southern part of the country, which I thought would end with me just dealing with a few ungodly people. The hidden evil was revealed before him, and because of it, he came close to death.

Sisela recalled what happened earlier. A glimpse of herself lashing out at her necromancer.

“…When will this angry personality change?”

Sisela lightly smacked her own lips.

She was adopted by Archbishop Timothy and she was considered a saint. Although more than 10 years had passed since her death, her speaking habits that she had acquired from her life in the back alleys as a child did not easily fall away.

I once heard her father admonish her that she might get scolded someday because of her speaking habits. She just didn’t know that she would be so harsh and scolded.

And, needless to say, the reason he is alive today is thanks to Edwin.

By diverting the necromancer’s attention, he was able to eventually strike him and recover his divine power.

But what was it? The black flame that burned the necromancer and the demonic energy.

Sisela listened carefully. Clearly, Edwin’s spell was something he was familiar with. It was a low-ranking flame that even commoner students who knew nothing about magic would soon be able to use on a daily basis.

Edwin was like a mist to Sicela. He was always vague, as if he could not be caught.

Sisela recalled the day she first saw him. She brought her relics out of nowhere, and she thought of Edwin’s image to her adoptive father, Archbishop Timothy, which brought her to tears. At that time, he was also very embarrassed as he was hiding behind the curtain.

“…Hmm.”

Although he didn’t show it out loud, he was equally embarrassed when he first came to the academy.

When he completed the transfer process, Edwin was punished and sent down to a lower class. Even worse, it was because he was harassing other classmates.

Even after returning to school, he did not stop his travels. There was a rumor among first graders that he was treating a commoner girl like a slave. It was another side of him, like a messenger of God, that I saw in Westford.

However, it didn’t really bother me. He already knew that he had a strange side, and Sisella had a reason for coming to her academy.

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Of course, it is to make friends and have fun during school, but even that is just a stepping stone to the ultimate goal. And so far, the being that best suited that purpose was the one in front of him.

Thanks to Cynthia’s holy relics brought by Edwin, Archbishop Timothy was able to return to his home country in good health. And he has been carrying out his own reforms, but they are still insufficient. In order to cut out the rotten flesh, an even bigger stomach was needed.

For example, a warrior.

“Hmm…”

Sisela looked down at Edwin again. I don’t like something either. After a moment of deliberation, Sisella figured out the identity of the discomfort.

For the person who saved the saint’s life, sleeping on the cold stone floor was too harsh. Sisela was able to make her future decisions without difficulty. She decided to show him some kindness.

Sisela changed her position, getting down on her knees. She then gently lifted Edwin’s head with both of her hands, and with a firm lift, she lifted it onto her own lap. Her heavy weight and slight warmth passed from her knees to her Sicella.

She herself was a little surprised by that impulsive decision, but even so, she did not let Sisella back down from her decision. Seeing her Edwin on top of her raised a question.

“Is there anyone who has ever slept on a saint’s knee throughout history?”

She groaned and thought briefly for a moment, but it was a question for which she, Sisela, could not give an answer.

Sisela thought again. She tells the necromancer that the prophecy was twisted.

The liberator of the sacred object that no one could find.

The owner of a black flame that can burn even demon energy.

Of course, the gods would make her decision, but no matter how much she thought about Sisella, she could not find anyone who seemed closer to the warrior.

If you think about it, we’ve been connected since her parents’ generation. She had already heard from Edwin that Archbishop Timothy had visited the South before, so there was no need to say who the ‘stern inquisitor’ the necromancer meant.

On the one hand, she even felt a weak maternal love for Edwin. It was because she had heard her necromancer’s words pounding into her heart.

Although it was only for a moment, I could still vividly recall the sorrow that appeared on his face.

Although there is sadness about losing his mother, it is not a big flaw at all in the current situation. Rather, it will become an element that can help each other.

I don’t have any particularly rational feelings for Edwin, but not everything in the world works with such freshness.

Even in the Bible, it is said that a married couple is affectionate. You may not know it at first, but once you live…

“…?”

Sisela, who had been imagining things for a while, tilted her head. Why is she acting like she has already chosen her husband?

Maybe it’s because she secretly hopes for it.

It was as obvious as seeing fire which one she should choose as her husband, the one she knew nothing at all and the one who had already shown her a lot. If even the gods had eyes, they would think the same way.

“…No, no. You have to watch. Edwin. You can’t be arrogant. You’re still a ‘candidate’ after all…”

Sisela tried to console herself. She suddenly becomes curious. Her saintly husband has his own duties. So what is she supposed to do for him?

“…Wouldn’t it be okay if you just help me out? Is there anything special? Sometimes, when things are hard, I put them to bed like this…And listen to their complaints…And then…”

What happened after that, Sisella knew, but did not know. That’s why she didn’t bother to say it out loud.

“Edwin. Are you my hero?”

Sisela looked at Edwin and muttered softly. Edwin, who was in a deep sleep, had no answer.

“…Edwin. Will the day come when you call me by my real name?”

Saint Christina chanted again.

Edwin still did not open his eyes.