I Became a Murderer in the Academy.

Chapter 86

It had been about two hours since the Demon King’s army released monsters into the academy.

Even after that much time had passed, Sertia couldn’t move from the principal’s office.

“Keh!!”

She coughed up black blood onto the floor.

Her hair, which had been half and half until recently, now had an increased proportion of black.

Sertia was too weak to move her body now.

Intense pain spread throughout her body.

In this situation where magical energy surrounded her, Sertia couldn’t use her power.

The magical energy blowing around was strong enough to push away the surrounding mana.

Sertia had been suppressing the curse with the mana in her body until now, but even that action was interfered with.

The speed at which the curse spread throughout her body increased.

“The barrier, hu... This is bad... I need to, go...”

Sertia got up from the bed and put her feet on the ground.

She couldn’t stand on her two legs.

The legs that touched the ground were visibly shaking badly.

Her body was shivering, and her temperature was high.

Her head was dizzy, and when she closed her eyes, she thought she heard someone’s voice telling her to let go and be comfortable.

But she had to go.

“I have to go repair the barrier...”

It was something only she could do in the Empire.

Finally, she managed to stand up by grasping the furniture in the principal’s office.

As she stood up, a mirror came into view.

Sertia’s appearance reflected in the mirror was quite different from before.

Her red hair, which had been like her symbol, was mostly dyed black, and her left eye was dyed red.

The blue right eye that remained was now one of the few pieces of evidence that she had been human in the past.

Sertia had taken some small comfort in that fact, but...

“Ah...”

Today, even the color of the right eye that remained in Sertia’s reflection in the mirror was about to change.

The light of her eye, like a blue jewel, became dull, and a slight redness appeared.

With blue and red mixed, it was now close to purple.

Sertia sobbed on the spot.

She knew how much time she had left.

No matter how much she denied it and struggled, time flowed.

What kills the magician who beheaded the Demon King is nothing other than the second hand of the clock.

Tick, time passes.

No matter what magic she used or how much she twisted causality by squeezing out all her mana, it was impossible to hold back the flowing time.

Sertia kneels down.

She thought she had been prepared for this for a long time, but now she was afraid of death – the end of a mage.

In fact, there might not have been any human who wasn’t afraid of death.

It wouldn’t have been like this on the battlefield.

If she could fight to the end and die, she would have thought it was an honorable death in itself.

Now, she seemed to understand.

Sertia wasn’t afraid of dying.

She was afraid of her helpless self rotting away with a body that couldn’t fight.

It’s a terrible thing to die under the pitying gaze of others without being able to do anything.

Higher-level monsters were difficult to control, and it was nearly impossible to transport them inside the academy without being detected.

But with one, it was barely possible.

It’s a special-grade individual that Belial, an executive of the Demon King’s army, had been saving.

It has physical specs incomparable to other monsters and is highly intelligent for a monster.

It’s a rare monster that can use magic on its own.

They fed a fragment to such a being.

At this point, the garden inside the academy was no different from hell.

The professors were teaming up and confronting it, but they were no match for it.

-Kyaaaaaak!!!

The Seed of the Demon King roared.

Just that alone makes the weak lose their will to fight.

Its appearance resembles a wolf, with a purple horn on its forehead.

As it absorbed the fragment, its body was dyed jet-black, and its silvery-white mane flickered like flames.

It was already a strong monster, but as it embraced the fragment, it grew enormous and all its abilities increased.

‘That’s going to be tough.’

Iria, who was drawn by the energy of the fragment, thought.

Of course, she had no intention of fighting it and was just watching from afar.

Even the Seed of the Demon King is ultimately created when a monster absorbs the power of a fragment.

If the monster’s original power is not great, it doesn’t become a strong being even when it becomes a Seed.

However, the monster visible before her eyes was strong even before.

That’s why it has now become a monster with absolute power.

Iria estimated the power of this monster from a distance.

“......”

It’s slightly less than Seir after she embraced a fragment.

It seems a bit inferior when compared, but this was an amazing level.

Even Iria would have taken quite some time to subdue it if she didn’t draw her red sword.

It’s obviously not an opponent that students can take on, and it’s a difficult opponent even if all the remaining professors attack at once.

Maybe Albert and Lena would have to gather to barely be able to subdue it.

Expecting that, Iria made the two unable to engage in battle, so the rest is up to the protagonist, Ariel.

‘If you die here, you were just that caliber from the beginning.’

Objectively evaluating, it’s impossible for him as he is now.

Ariel was still weaker than even a single regular professor, let alone a Seed of the Demon King.

Although he’s called the strongest student in the academy, there’s an overwhelming difference between students and professors.

However, Iria seemed to think that Ariel had something that could fill that power gap.

-Grrrr......

The monster slowly steps forward among the professors who have lost their will to fight.

As the monster stretches its foot, the professors step back that much.

Even experienced practitioners with extensive practical experience are scared in front of overwhelming power.

They’ve been fighting for a long time but couldn’t inflict a single wound on the monster.

As time passed, it was the professors who were taking damage.

That’s when no one was stepping forward to confront it while feeling despair.

Even as the professors retreat, one person is holding a sword and taking a stance.

“......Starlight, Ignite.”

White starlight descended.

When everyone was retreating in fear, only one boy did not.