I Broke Off My Engagement and Got a Job at the Academy

97. What You Can Do

Slowly, the girl’s eyelids opened and her eyes opened. Looking at her, I said.

“Oh, don’t try to force yourself to move, just rest a bit. It’ll be okay… I guess. Your physical condition won’t be very good because you’re sucking all your magic from that kid.”

Then, green eyes looked at me.

“…Please kill me.”

“what?”

I looked at Giselle’s face in disbelief. Giselle was panting. It seemed as if the spirit in front of her had sucked some of her magic power out of her.

“Kill me. Now, quickly. I appreciate you saving me, but… this is the best way to deal with that spirit. Since this happened because of my… my stupidity… I have to take care of it. Quickly…”

At those words, the spirit’s face hardened. I bit my lip.

“Don’t talk nonsense. If I kill you, that spirit will disappear. But I can’t kill you. Just because you made a mistake once, it doesn’t mean it’s a crime that deserves death.”

“…No. The damage has already been done because of me. If the damage gets any worse from here, it will really get out of control. If I die now, the damage will be the least. So, please, I beg you.”

Giselle was begging me desperately. I spoke to her with an angry face.

“What if I kill you? What do you think will get better if I kill you? That’s bullshit. It’s just… this incident was just one student who got caught up in something by bad luck, nothing more, nothing less. It wouldn’t have mattered if it wasn’t you, so don’t think you have some kind of great influence. Do you think everything happened because of you?”

As I said that, I put strength into the arms holding Giselle.

“That’s excessive self-consciousness. Nothing will get better if you think useless thoughts or say useless things. You’re a student. I’m a teacher. It’s natural for a teacher to help students, so just stay still.”

“but.”

“But what kind of but is that? You’re still a sixteen-year-old kid. Do you think you’re some kind of politician? If you say you’ll take responsibility and commit suicide if something goes wrong, that’s the end of it? You’re still too young to take responsibility. And… I have no intention of becoming a petty adult who sells out children to survive.”

“…You hate me.”

At Giselle’s words, I bit my lips tightly. Giselle looked at me like that and continued speaking.

“Why would I risk my life for a student I don’t like anyway? There’s no need to do that. If you kill me now, there won’t be any problems. I just got involved in an accident and Giselle Irkali died. That’s the end of it. So please.”

“shut up.”

“yes?”

“Shut up. I can’t listen to you because I don’t like what you’re saying. Do I look like a retard? Do I look so shameless that I can kill a child and then comfort myself by saying I handled it well? Why are you shaking your hands when you say you want to die?”

“…Over there, this is.”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear any more. Get out of here. I have to deal with that.”

I took a potion of stamina from my pocket and fed it to Giselle. Maybe she could move her body now. Then I put her down.

“Stay back. Your magic power… will continue to be stolen by that guy, but there’s nothing you can do about it. If you concentrate, you’ll be able to minimize the amount of magic power stolen.”

After hearing what I said, Giselle lowered her head as if thinking for a moment, then nodded.

As Giselle headed to safety, the spirit spoke to me.

“Tch, how foolish. If you had killed the girl like she said, you would have been able to deal with me more easily. Do you think someone like you can defeat me?”

“Well, there’s quite a bit of magical power being absorbed from you. I think this should be enough to give it a try.”

As I said that, the spirit and I glared at each other.

…

As soon as Giselle got some distance away, she checked what she had.

…there was nothing. No subspace pocket, no wand. There was nothing she could do at this moment.

However, the only thing he had was the dagger he had tied to his belt. If Eden Cainus was defeated and he was in danger of being controlled by the spirits again, he planned to commit suicide.

Giselle, who had regained some of her composure, recalled the memory of being trapped in the ice crystal.

The cold that froze and rotted the blood flowing through her veins. In the midst of that eerie cold, she could do nothing but stay still.

Although he had only been trapped in that ice crystal for a short time, the time in his inner space felt as if several days had passed within it.

In that sense of helplessness, in that sense of despair, Giselle easily said that she would give up her life.

However, Eden rejected it.

Giselle didn’t understand it. Not only did she think that the feelings he had for her were clearly not good, but she also thought that it would be objectively much better for him to kill himself.

There is no way to know how many people will die to that spirit. Furthermore, there is no way to be sure that even Eden himself will be okay in the process of defeating the spirit.

So, wouldn’t it be reasonable to kill yourself and have the spirit be summoned back, since you’re just powerless, unable to do anything, and have nothing but your family?

But, why, on earth-

It is obviously irrational. But what is even more incomprehensible is that he himself, Professor Eden, is pleased with the choice he made.

How shameless, how can you feel joy after doing such a stupid thing?

Giselle looked at her trembling hands, then came to her senses and clenched her fists.

… There’s no point in continuing to think about this. What you need to do now is to think of a way to stop the spirit that’s eating away at your magic power… Acantiras.

First of all, he can’t die. Professor Eden clearly told him to live. But for him to die would be to trample on his resolve. It would be different if he were to be defeated by the spirits…

So then, what on earth should one do?

Naturally, you have to use the connection between yourself and the spirit. You can’t use magic or other objects, so the only thing you can use is your own body.

In that case, we need to mix something that will work against the spirits in this magical power that is being stolen even now.

As Giselle pondered what to do, she soon remembered that Acantiras was a water spirit, and realized that the elements of water and fire were polar opposites.

Of course, the spirit that forced him to make a contract with Acanthiras is a spirit that has been tainted by black magic, but its fundamental nature remains unchanged. If fire energy flows into its body, it cannot be healthy.

Giselle closed her eyes tightly and focused on the ring of magic surrounding her heart.

And then, gradually, he began to breathe fire into it.

“Ugh!”

The fire was given to her by the magical power flowing through her blood vessels, and she felt as if it was burning inside her body. But she couldn’t stop.

This was the only thing I, so helpless and foolish, could do. And, if I were to judge by the pain, it was more painful when I was trapped in the inner space, helplessly controlled by the spirit.

As her magical power was fully activated, Giselle sent her magical power into the spirit’s body in an instant. She was trying hard to prevent her magical power from being taken away, but as soon as she released it, nearly 10% of her magical power flowed into the spirit in an instant.

“…flaw.”

Giselle laughed, even though she was writhing in pain.

Please, please, may your struggles not be in vain.

Please, I hope this will be of some small help to the man who told me that it was okay to live.

…

As I was confronting the spirit, I noticed something strange.

A considerable amount of magical power was flowing into the spirit.

“…this.”

Giselle couldn’t hold out. I crumpled my face. I had barely managed to reduce the magical power of the opposing spirit by continuously taking magical power from it, but if magical power was flowing into the spirit like that, it would be a complete waste.

Of course, even though my magical power is low, it’s still difficult for me to beat the spirits in terms of direct combat power, but anyway.

The spirit smiled at me.

“Now, it’s over. Human… .”

And then, at that moment, the spirit tried to create an ice pick again.

“Cough!”

The spirit began to vomit blood.

“…what?”

I spoke in astonishment. But the spirit continued to vomit blood, and the sight before my eyes was unmistakable reality.

However, I soon came to my senses.

What could have caused the spirit to act like that? Perhaps, it seemed as if Giselle had done something. Even if I didn’t know exactly what that was, I could easily tell that now was the opportunity.

I cast the spell, and soon another ‘Thorn of Absorption’ was embedded into the spirit’s body.