I Became the Teacher of the Imperial Family’s Bastard

093. Foreign News (3)

The heart began to calm down.

The cold of the snowy field cooled the heat.

Yet, there was something that could not be calmed.

‘What, crazy…!’

Clutched his chest.

Divine power, and the strength that came with it.

It was connecting with the Tongkwean, and the amount of information was exceeding the threshold.

The colors of the world changed.

Also, the perception of space changed.

The eyes that only saw supernatural acts in color now began to grasp the structure of things that were not supernatural.

The trajectory of falling snowflakes, the causality that created them, the history of the accumulated snow, and above all, beyond the broken iron gate.

‘…They’re fighting.’

His expression frowned.

A particularly dark red doll was visible.

The more he looked at it, the more his head seemed to explode with overflowing information.

He staggered to his feet.

There was no time to worry about control.

‘I have to go.’

It’s not good.

If it goes on like this, defeat is inevitable.

Judging by what was visible through the Tongkwean, that was the conclusion.

In his anxious heart, he released mana.

Then,

Boom!

“Ugh?!”

A burst of ‘force’ erupted, throwing off my balance.

The surrounding snowfield was completely torn apart.

A sense of bewilderment surged.

A curse slipped out.

“Damn it… really.”

I couldn’t handle the output of the force.

Why give me such a difficult power to use?

Frustration welled up, but I couldn’t just stand there complaining.

Boom―!

Abandoning any attempt to regain my balance, I charged straight in.

* * *

The summoning methods of demons and foreign gods are not very different.

They trap the soul of the summoned god in a human body.

Thus, they anchor the entity in the present world.

Understanding this, one could also make a certain guess.

‘Now is the weakest moment! If we reverse summon, now is the time…!’

The weakest moment for a demon is right after being summoned, when it can only use the strength of the body it has taken as a host.

So it should be the same for foreign gods.

That was the basis of my judgment, and indeed, the foreign god’s presence was immense, but its physical strength did not seem particularly exceptional.

That was only for the first few moves.

[Is that all your tricks?]

Snap―!

The foreign god snapped its fingers.

Then Tibria’s charging arm was bent backward.

“Argh?!”

[Oh dear, you can’t use that fist anymore.]

A chilling sound mixed with the foreign god’s laughter.

Tibria shouted with an angry expression.

“Don’t make me laugh!!!”

Then the surrounding landscape of Tibria twisted.

The arm that had been bent backward returned to its original position.

What the foreign god showed was an illusion.

Just need to pull yourself together?

Of course, such an easy answer was far from reality.

Tibria still felt pain in her arm.

Although the foreign god’s illusion didn’t cause actual damage, the pain was certainly imprinted.

The intensity of it grew over time.

[Arthur, I am different from demons, so I cannot win by confronting them in the same way.]

It was as the foreign god said.

Demons gain power in the present world through screams and death, but the foreign god could continuously gain strength just by touching the realm she governed.

She was the deity of dreams created by the nightmare.

As long as there were dreamers, she grew stronger, and the closer the dream was to a nightmare, the more rapidly her power amplified.

And within her body, the most dreadful nightmare, Shuperte, was asleep.

Her authority reached the next level.

[Aah, now I can do this too.]

Saaa―!

The mist resembling a cluster of stars became the jaws of a dragon.

[Do dragons live in this era? If not, behold. These are the jaws of the king who reigned in the past era.]

She snapped her fingers.

It was at that moment.

Kwaaang―!

The dragon’s jaws swept through the space.

Only ashes and debris remained in that place.

Kallios, who barely avoided the jaws, charged at the foreign god.

It wasn’t over.

―――!

Beatrice’s magic missile,

Zzeooong―!

Historia’s holy magic.

There,

“Sir Knight, throw this!”

“aaah!!!”

Aindel’s concoctions.

Each one was lethal.

Surprisingly, some of Aindel’s concoctions were effective.

Of course, the body that the Outsider wore was made of homunculus flesh.

Who would know its structure better than Aindel?

The Outsider’s flesh, touched by the concoction, began to melt away.

Realizing this, others began to attack more fiercely to secure the throwing trajectory.

The space shook with explosions and vibrations.

They were astonishingly coordinating their attacks with fantastic synchronization.

Even though they had never collaborated before.

But, in the end, it was a desperate struggle.

The situation did not improve at all.

[Hmm, hmm. Good.]

The Outsider smiled white.

As if he was taking all of this as mere amusement.

Tibria gritted her teeth.

‘Is there no way?!’

Her insides were burning.

The fact that her son was asleep inside the Outsider’s body made her more anxious by the moment.

How could she be so powerless?

It was heartbreaking that, as a mother, she had known nothing while her child ended up in such a state, and it was infuriating that she couldn’t even handle this situation properly.

‘Just for a moment, somehow, even if just for a moment…’

It was Beatrice’s answer.

Her head felt like it was going to explode.

Not only was she casting magical bombardments, but she was also analyzing through her artificial eye, maintaining mental connections, and protecting Aindel and Peto.

There was too much she had to do alone.

Leaving that aside, there was no solution in sight from the beginning.

‘What the hell is that…….’

The foreign god possessed an alien nature that had long since dispelled any notion of resemblance to demons or machinery.

Just approaching the foreign god caused physical force to diminish on its own.

When the foreign god waved its hand, physical force was generated in its attacks.

The creation and annihilation of physical force were at the foreign god’s will, and neither mana nor divine power could intervene.

Could it be understood as feeling like facing a mirage?

It felt like playing a game with absurd rules.

And that wasn’t the end of it.

‘That nightmare…….’

The nightmare, which seemed to be the culprit of this incident, was also a problem.

Though it was now quietly kneeling behind the foreign god, in a crisis, who knew what it might do.

It was despairing.

At the moment of recalling such emotions, Beatrice unconsciously sought Yuren.

‘Where on earth are you…!’

She didn’t think he had died in a trap.

If it were Yuren, he would have easily overcome such a trap, cursing all the while.

Besides, he was someone who harbored some divine secret that even demons were astonished by.

What Beatrice hoped for was that secret.

The Tongkwean, the Sacred Tree.

She only knew of these two things, but she couldn’t help but think that the power that even cut down demons would once again provide the key to solving this.

But Yuren was nowhere to be found.

The foreign god was growing stronger even at this moment.

[Is there nothing more to show?]

Beatrice’s lips remained tightly shut at the question.

Tibria, who had been charging in all along, was trembling in her legs, and Historia was sweating profusely.

The wings of light sprouting from her back were flickering weakly.

It meant that her strength was beginning to wane.

In the midst of all this,

“…That damn woman is so composed.”

Kallios stepped forward with a grim face.

A vein bulged on his forehead.

Beatrice could tell.

It was just his willpower holding up a body that was already in shambles.

It had been that way from the beginning.

Callios, with the most sensitive senses in this place, would somehow deflect or take on fatal attacks with his body.

He did the same even for attacks aimed at others, so how could he be unscathed?

Yet he did not give up.

Beyond that, he was focused on something, glaring at the foreign entity.

His eyes, bloodshot with rage, were constantly scanning something.

Beatrice realized this and asked.

“Do you have any ideas?”

“Shut up. I’m concentrating.”

He was irritable.

The foreign entity seemed pleased with this and waited quietly for Callios.

[Yes, you must not fall. If you are a usurper, you must struggle more. Only then will it be worth it for me to bring you down.]

With hands neatly clasped, it urged him to do something.

It was buying time.

Beatrice wished this moment would last even a second longer.

But did Callios think differently?

“I’ll twist your neck.”

Rumble―!

Mana surged.

All the control over the supernatural abilities in the space began to submit to Callios.

“Wait a moment…”

“Hand it over. Useless thing.”

Beatrice gasped.

Her mana, Tibria’s flames, even the remaining divine power of Historia, were being sucked into Callios.

“Domination!”

He was clearly planning to use it.

His body would be ruined.

But it was clear that without relying on such things, the situation could not be overcome.

Mana and divine power intertwined and repelled each other on Kallios’s sword.

It was as if he was determined to pour everything into a single strike.

The Outsider laughed at that.

[Ah, that’s how it should be.]

As the Outsider reached out her hand, a sword of stars emerged from the void and was grasped in her hand.

[A sword, it’s been a long time since I’ve held one.]

The Outsider stood tall and aimed her sword.

At that moment, Kallios sprang forward with a thud, kicking off the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Kallios reached the Outsider.

The swords clashed.

Clang―!

The shockwave shook the air.

Kallios’s sword began to split the Outsider’s sword.

Beatrice’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear apart.

She realized.

‘Domination’ resisted the power of the Outsider.

It did not lose its physical force.

Crack, the sword split, and the intertwined abilities scratched the Outsider’s flesh.

But,

“Ugh…!”

Kallios was not in a condition to withstand the recoil.

The Outsider chuckled.

[Why, is it hard? Do you want to give up? Usurper. Poor little lion cub.]

Kallios’s knees buckled.

The Outsider lowered her head to meet Kallios’s eyes.

Kallios glared at the Outsider with wide-open eyes.

Then the Outsider’s eyes curved into a crescent shape.

[Die miserably. If you do, it might wash away my past humiliation.]

At that moment, blood-tears began to flow from Kallios’s eyes.

The anomaly came suddenly and intensely.

BoooM―!

Something flew like a comb.

It grabbed the foreign god’s head and slammed it into the wall.

It happened in an instant.

Dust scattered, obscuring the view, and in the midst of it all, Kallios smirked.

“…You have a habit of being late.”

Only after hearing those words did Beatrice realize who was beyond the mist.

A necklace emerged from the mist and landed in Kallios’s arms.

A voice was heard.

“Recover. …Ah, it’s so damn hard to use.”

At the voice full of irritation, Beatrice’s body went limp with a ‘thud.’

A helpless smile spread across her face.

Yuren had arrived.

* * *

The mother of all dreams.

The foreign god, who was called that, had planned and executed her resurrection, and for the first time since then, she was flustered.

Because of something?

Because she couldn’t perceive the attack?

…No, it wasn’t for such a trivial reason.

It was fundamentally wrong.

The foreign god, with her head grabbed, looked up at Yuren with eyes that held stars.

There was something in her sight.

There was something she felt.

It was clearly beyond her understanding.

The foreign god’s voice broke off.

[What are you…?]

Those violet eyes.

What dwelled within them.

That dreadful monstrosity.

[Why… do you have that…?]

That ‘divinity’ was something that should not remain in this world.

To that, Yuren replied.

“What are you talking about, you b*stard.”

Crunch―!

His grip twisted the head of the foreign god.