I Became a Murderer in the Academy.

Chapter 49

I was small in stature, with thin arms.

In contrast, those surrounding me were numerous, large in build, and even armed with weapons.

But why?

For some reason, they didn’t seem threatening. Surprisingly, not at all.

I took a step forward towards them.

Then, they took a step back.

It was an attitude similar to that of beasts who turned their backs on me instead of charging.

“Are you afraid of me?”

There was no answer.

Their gazes on me were piercing. Their trembling eyes, filled with terror, were as if they were looking at something inhuman.

Am I not human?

This was the sprout of doubt that had been slowly blooming for a few days.

It was gradually turning into certainty.

The humans I knew weren’t fine after starving for days.

The humans I knew didn’t have the ability to catch and crush a flying axe with one hand, nor did they have their appetite stirred by the sight of blood.

And,

If I were human, my body wouldn’t have reacted so extremely to the small amount of blood I accidentally drank.

“M-monster......”

Those were the words that escaped from the mouth of one of those looking at me.

His words might be right.

The current state of my body was far from human by any measure, so I couldn’t deny his words.

My head felt like it was about to split.

It seemed to be because I had tasted blood in an extremely starved state.

Even though I knew in my head that it shouldn’t be done, my body was craving human blood.

It might have been different if I hadn’t tasted it at all, but perhaps because I had tasted too little, I felt even more desperate.

My body was heating up regardless of my will.

Now, I seemed to know clearly what my body wanted.

I wanted to eat humans. Iria, the original owner of this body, was a monster that lived by eating humans.

‘One person...... One person should be fine, right...? I was really so hungry, eating just one person should be......’

After all, aren’t those people extremely bad people?

They were people who routinely cut off people’s wrists. Besides running gambling dens, they were an organization that made money through various evil deeds.

Literally, they were humans who deserved to die. They were the ones who tried to cut off my wrist, too.

Iria’s body, now fully heated, was craving murder.

With my reason half-paralyzed now, I felt like I would go crazy with the desire to kill someone right away.

But,

“Ugh......”

I couldn’t do that.

The other party was human. Not some other animal, but the same as–no, what I used to be.

For whatever reason, I didn’t want to become a murderer.

I wanted to kill humans, but I didn’t want to kill humans.

My body wanted it, but the ‘me’ possessing this body didn’t want it.

-Crunch!

To satisfy the itching canines that wanted to bite into a person, I bit my own arm.

Along with a sharp pain, blood flowed. I didn’t drink it. Unlike others’ blood, my own blood really tasted bad.

I just thought that feeling pain might bring back my numbed reason somewhat.

The effect was somewhat there. This was the first pain I felt since falling into this world.

Iria’s canines hurt. More than I had thought.

“It’s better if you don’t keep moving there. Unless you want to see this girl’s head cut off.”

“Kyaak?!”

My feelings were a bit complicated.

I didn’t care much about dying myself, but I didn’t want Riana to die.

She was the person who helped me when I was confused after falling into this world not long ago.

I don’t know about others, but at least to me, she was a good person.

It was enough for me alone to experience this.

I didn’t want her to get involved.

“......”

I had two choices now.

The first was to kill those here and escape, and the second was to die here with Riana.

It was the most difficult crossroads. Because I hated both sides. Literally, it was a situation where only the worst choices existed.

Even after thinking for a long time, I couldn’t choose.

At least not as I was now.

In the end, since I couldn’t choose, I decided to leave the choice to Iria, the body’s owner.

I am tired of enduring.

So I closed my eyes and killed my reason.

As the reason that had been suppressing instinct disappeared, Iria’s body started moving on its own.

For a moment, it felt as if the control of the body had been handed over.

If anything I chose would be the worst, I would follow what instinct told me to do.

Just before losing consciousness like that, the last thing I heard was the sound of chains breaking.

***

It was a place covered with red stains everywhere.

Human blood and flesh were rolling on the floor, dyeing the surroundings red.

It’s a cruel scene.

At least, that’s how it looked to me.

When I came to my senses, everything was already settled.

The hunger that had been strangling me was resolved, and all humans in this area except me and Riana were dead.

It took quite a long time to grasp and understand all the situations.

It was probably my doing.

My figure was faintly reflected in the broken window’s glass fragment.

A monster with blood on both hands and around the mouth was standing. The red eyes that had been glowing were a little calmer than before.

The lost reason returned.

When I came to my senses, I was standing in a field of blood.

And,

“I-Iria......”

Riana was sitting in front of me, her body trembling.

It was eyes filled with terror. Only this time, I was the target.

She was feeling fear looking at me. Just that alone made me feel sick.

I actually wanted to ask.

Why are you looking at me with those eyes? What happened while I was unconscious?

But I couldn’t. If I had heard the answer, I wouldn’t have been able to turn back anymore.

First, I reached out my hand to help her up.

“D-don’t come!”

But I was rejected.

Perhaps it was because my hands were thickly covered with human blood.

Terrified, she was looking at me with eyes as if seeing a monster. We couldn’t even communicate.

Even though Riana had run away and disappeared somewhere, I couldn’t move from that spot for a while.

The first murder I committed was like a dream.

Everything felt unreal, and it remained only as a faint memory.

I wished it had been a dream.

It was a long nightmare.