I Possessed an Academy Without a Protagonist

Episode 26. Roman (1)

Something was leaking out of my stomach and I felt my body getting colder and colder.

that this is dying

Marie must have felt the same pain and died.

Even in the midst of such pain, you left me a will for your son. All I could do was make a weird moan.

Thoughts kept running through my mind.

Is this a main lamp?

No, it’s a little different. Isn’t the zoma lamp a passing thing of the past?

anyway.

I just knew I was going to die.

“··········· I thought this would happen.”

Until you feel a warm touch on your fingertips, and a sweet voice flows in.

As if I had endured all this time to hear this voice, my consciousness was instantly extinguished.

At this point, I thought I was really dead.

“Ugh….”

I woke up with a sound of pain.

As soon as his vision was restored, he quickly grasped the situation.

i’m lying in bed If you look at the atmosphere of the room, is it a hospital room?

As for me, I woke up right after I lost consciousness, but the black sky outside the window was telling me that time had passed.

How are your fingers shiny? Is it buried in water?

I turned my head to the side with difficulty.

It was because the right side was constantly making noises and pretending to be popular.

“How are you?”

“under······.”

It was also Iris.

As soon as I saw the guy’s smiling face, a smile like a sigh burst out.

Did Iris use the original recovery magic, which is called a miracle?

It’s a magic that consumes a lot of mana and stamina by setting it up, but I was just grateful that you were willing to use it to save me.

Aside from what he saved me for…

“It’s worth living.”

“Okay then.”

Iris smiled softly.

Iris’ recovery magic isn’t perfect either.

Of course, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

And I am the body I went to right before I died.

It’s unavoidable that he’s still immobile as if his whole body is paralyzed.

After a day or so, you should be able to move your body.

However, the pain in the stomach is still there.

“Shulus.”

“Why are you calling me?”

“I asked what kind of future did you see.”

It was.

on the first day of class. The moment I saw Iris for the first time.

I rudely spoke to her at first, and asked what kind of future she saw.

At that time, Iris had a hard time answering.

“Shulus. I saw a future where you would die. A future where you bleed on a ship and die horribly in the back of the hall.”

“············”.

“Without being known to anyone, I saw a future where I died alone while fighting a threat that no one noticed.”

the future where i die

Then the future has changed.

There are times when the future observed by Future City fluctuates.

I realized it for the first time because it was a setting that I had never even thought about deeply.

“Iris.”

“Yes. What’s going on?”

“······Thank you.”

I turned my head and thanked him.

I never dreamed that the day would come when I would truly appreciate the characters in the novels I made.

Iris must have saved me for some reason, of course, but even considering that, it wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful.

Iris is also a true saver of my life.

I think he might be the person with the biggest debt after Marie-san.

“you’re welcome.”

“Did you wait until I woke up?”

“Well, maybe. Maybe not.”

“···········?”

Iris smiled and got up from the bed.

It was a goblin-like smile with a sense of incongruity.

Only then did I notice.

that something is going wrong.

“Shulus-kun! He said he’s awake!”

“Mr. Heinkel! What happened when you stopped terrorism. Do you remember?”

“I know you had a close battle with the monster! Can you tell me specifically how you fought…”

The door swung open and people poured in.

It was as if they were all reporters with notebooks and pens in their hands.

No, but how do these people know that I stopped terrorism?

I turned my head to look at Iris.

‘It’s you.’

But Iris just shrugged and left the room through the door.

Iris is all on fire.

I canceled the rite that was going to blow up the whole venue. He said he had stopped the worst terrorist attacks.

Even if Iris didn’t say anything, he had to bring up something that everyone would have passed without knowing.

Thanks to you, I became a celebrity.

Even before that, it was quite famous…

“Iris! What the hell is this-“

“Shulus-kun! Answer me!”

“Heinkel-san! How the hell did you notice the existence of the magic formula…”

My urgent voice calling for Iris was drowned out by the shouts of reporters.

And Iris soon disappeared from my sight.

It comes out like this.

“hahahaha…. I’ll turn.”

Someday I will pay you back the same.

I sharpened my teeth and vowed to do so.

***

“Hurt Locker.”

“············”.

“Yonseok-ah.”

“Don’t tell me. I’m in recovery now.”

Eric sighed and turned around.

Sometimes, after a traumatic event, the Hurt Locker would close his eyes and contemplate alone like that.

To reconsider the battle situation and count all possible cases at the time.

Hurtlocker called it a revival.

‘It must have been a shock.’

Hurt Locker lost.

It is no exaggeration to call him the strongest assassin in the Kingdom Army.

Even the opponent was not an Elste class wizard, nor was he a senior knight.

A freshman at Imperial University. It was also commonplace.

Even though the opponent wasn’t fully prepared, Hurt Locker was defeated even armed with a dagger.

You will need time to get out of the shock.

Eric decided to leave Hurt Locker alone for a while.

Meanwhile, Hurt Locker-

‘Why did you lose…?’

He was clenching his teeth and desperately analyzing defeat.

The moment I met Schlus. I had a feeling he was feeling a bit strange.

But was it a day or two?

That dead-eyed man must have looked suspicious whenever and wherever he saw it.

What really felt unusual was the moment of crossing with Schlust.

He was a Hurt Locker who reacted by turning his body because of a strong feeling, but gave up the lead.

That means I knew from the beginning that I was the culprit.

How the hell? in what way?

Even after thinking about these questions hundreds of times, I couldn’t help myself.

It was impossible to understand from the fact that he had canceled his magic in the first place.

In any case, Schlust knew from the outset that the Hurt Locker was the culprit, and deliberately stopped it to thwart terrorism.

So far, let’s say I don’t understand at all, but let’s do it for now.

But the real problem started after that.

‘Clearly I had an overwhelming advantage.’

Hurtlocker was armed with a dagger.

It was an item that was brought into the event hall by hiding it in the form of mana with material decomposition magic.

On the other hand, Schlust was bare-handed.

Bare hands and daggers. Victory and defeat were self-evident unless there was outside intervention.

At least the Hurt Locker at the time thought so.

Because the Hurt Locker’s internal circuit was the optimal form for close combat, which was said to come out once in a thousand years.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised to see Schlus following my moves.

Besides, didn’t it overwhelm Hurt Locker in terms of speed once in the middle?

It was a phenomenon that could not be explained unless it was intentionally watched while being able to move like that from the beginning.

“sh*t······.”

Hurt Locker felt frustrated and humiliated at the same time.

Schlusz destroyed all the magic that was activated at the same time as the Hurt Locker’s main specialty, hand-to-hand combat.

There were a whopping 5 light attribute magics designed to shoot towards Schlus from all directions. Even if it was a beginner’s magic, the calculation speed was abnormal.

I almost wanted to believe that someone secretly helped Schlusus.

If not, it means that Schlust outperformed Hurt Locker in terms of multitasking.

“ha······.”

Hurtlocker sighed deeply as he raised his bandaged arms.

After all the bones were put together, it was Eric’s opinion that he would get better in a few days.

It was the first time he had lost both arms in battle.

In a situation where both arms could not be used, Hurt Locker, who was grabbed by Schlust’s face, felt a sensation he had forgotten for a moment.

fear of death.

The thought that I might really die was becoming a reality, and it even passed by.

But Schlust let Hurt Locker go.

I could have killed him with just a little bit of force.

Did I run out of strength? Probably not.

Schlust obviously intentionally saved me.

Why on earth…?

The Hurt Locker’s mind quickly became complicated…

“Hey, I don’t know!”

Soon after, he ruffled his hair and stopped reproducing.

No matter how much I thought about it, there couldn’t be a better case.

The Hurt Locker did his best.

nevertheless defeated.

Unable to understand that Schlus had only been stronger, Hurtlocker looked like he was about to explode.

‘I’m glad it was removed though.’

One way or another, he succeeded in killing Schlus.

Although it is said that Schlusus looked after him, he died and I am still alive here, so it is not a defeat but a victory.

This kind of self-consolation is-

“Hurt Locker! Yo-seok! Schlust Heinkel is alive?”

“Yes?!”

Eric’s urgent voice broke him apart.

“It appears in the article? You said you survived?”

“It can’t be. I stabbed the liver. No magic can stop the liver from bleeding.”

“Are you sure you stabbed the liver?”

“I’m sure.”

“But why are you alive?”

“············”.

“Hey. There will come a day when you make mistakes too.”

At Eric’s ridicule, Hurt Locker grinded his teeth.

The liver has been stabbed dozens or hundreds of times, but is there any way to fail that? Can I be mistaken even after stabbing?

The taste of his hand was definitely the texture of digging into the liver.

Hurt Locker seemed to go crazy with injustice.

“By the way, what about Schlus?”

“what.”

“Shouldn’t we switch from being monitored to being assassinated?”

“Ummm….”

Eric grabbed his chin and pondered for a moment.

Clearly, Schlust is a dangerous person.

Computational power enough to detect and dismantle the hidden giant magic by himself.

In addition, he has the ability to fight close-quarters to overwhelm the Hurt Locker.

But that didn’t mean he had to kill him right away.

“No. The transition is yet to come.”

“Why? Its danger is comparable to that of Roman! It must be removed immediately—”

“We don’t know that yet. We don’t know if Schlus stopped us today or a terrorist attack.”

“············”.

Hurtlocker’s mouth shut.

In short, it was said that he did not know whether Schlus was hostile to the intelligence service or was simply moving to prevent casualties.

If it were the latter, Schlust might not have been too much of a risk to the intelligence service.

“To get rid of even Schluss, the Intelligence Bureau will have to be prepared to bleed quite a bit. So, you have to pray.

“············”.

It was a wise response.

Because increasing the number of powerful enemies has never been a pleasant thing.

But Hurt Locker felt that a corner of his heart was getting stuffy.

The idea that Schlus was the enemy of the intelligence agency grew stronger and stronger.

There was no basis.

It wasn’t even a wish.

It was just an instinctive feeling.

***

“Whoa….”

Standing in front of the hospital door.

Erica sighed deeply.

It was stressful just to face the person who was beyond this.

He was a reluctant opponent from the beginning, but even more so because of the sight he had seen before.

About 4 hours ago. It was then that he came to Schlus Heinkel and peered inside through the half-open door.

“uh?”

“············”.

Seeing Schlusus lying asleep.

And witnessing Iris sucking his finger.

Erica blushed in embarrassment and slammed the door shut.

But before I even ran away-

“Where are you going, Erica? Didn’t you come to see Schlus?”

Iris opened the door and was caught by Iris.

Even in this situation, Iris still had a meaningful smile.

“What were you doing earlier? Was I wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You… put Schlus Heinkel’s finger in your mouth…”

“Oh, right? I didn’t get it wrong.”

I didn’t see it wrong.

No, then why…?

Erica looked into Iris’s eyes and carefully opened her lips again.

“Well, if it’s not rude… can you tell me why?”

“Why is that? It was just a medical practice.”

“Huh? What is that….”

“My recovery magic is saliva as a medium. I need to apply as much as possible to increase the effect.”

“Ahhh!”

Erica trembled and fanned her face.

It was to maximize the effect of recovery magic.

I was so ashamed of myself for having a strange imagination, it felt like my face was about to burn.

‘By the way, did you really need to suck your finger when you just need to get some saliva on it?’

It was Erica with reasonable doubts, but-

‘Well, it must have been because I needed everything.’

It was already impossible for me to think properly due to the indifference, so I understood it as it is.

“He was in treatment…”

“Yeah. But what did you imagine you were doing?”

“No, I’m the two of you again… No. I’ll have to ask you this first.

“Me and Schlus?”

“yes.”

“Well, I think it’s probably the relationship that Erica thinks.”

“Me, between what I thought?”

At the counterattack of Iris, who flew in with a relaxed smile, Erica became dizzy.

And that was the last scene of the flashback.

Because Erica just came back home.

It was now that he came back to the hospital room after hearing the news that Schlus had woken up.

If you think carefully, the relationship between Iris and Schlus did not seem to be normal.

The two looked so close that it was hard to believe that they had just met, and that they were between commoners and aristocrats.

Maybe the relationship between the two…

“Whoa.”

Erica shook her head and knocked on the hospital door.

It was an almost certain conjecture, but I have now erased it from my mind. Because there was something more important than that.

Although all these heroic actions would have been possible thanks to selling his life to the devil, it was true that Schlusus saved many people in the end.

Her mother and Lady Liechtenburg were also present at the event.

Aside from what Schlus doesn’t like, you should properly thank her for saving her mother’s life.

By the way······

“···········?”

There was no sound from beyond the door.

Erika was puzzled and opened the door slowly.

And at that moment, Erica felt like she was suffocating.

“Stop.”

“······································································!

Next to the bed Schlus lay on.

There was a man in a black suit sitting there.

Roman von Byrne.

The legend of the Imperial Army was there.