I Became a Murderer in the Academy. Chapter 82

Iria, who arrived just in ti, was able to save Rena.

She blocked the sword flying toward Rena, stopped the demon who had injured her, and absorbed the slashing attack with her entire body.

Iria thought of Rena as a friend.

Even though Iria wasn’t human, she found herself more drawn to humans. She often pondered how to define the relationships she ford with them.

But today, she made a decision.

Rena had already defined their relationship as friendship. When Iria had hesitated, Rena moved first.

Iria chose not to deny the definition that Rena had given their relationship.

Today, she would protect Rena to the best of her ability.

***

In the narrow corridor, the magical energy of the two intertwined.

Seir was undeniably strong. She could keep up with Iria to so extent, even when Iria had unleashed her magical energy.

Was it because she was a demon and had high resistance to magical energy? It didn’t matter. If Seir regenerated, Iria would simply cut her down until she could no longer regenerate.

Iria understood well how much energy it took to heal wounds; she was of a similar race.

How long could Seir endure?

Iria put strength into the sword she swung.

And then –

-Thwack!

Seir’s severed left arm fell to the floor.

“Ha-”

Seir’s expression, which had been half-filled with madness, shifted to one of intrigue at Iria’s strength.

“……”

Iria wiped the black blood off her face with her hand.

Even though Seir had unleashed her magical energy, Iria was still stronger. She had matched Seir’s magical output.

“Pfft… How did a monster like you co to be? I haven’t heard of anything like this.”

At this point, Seir had to acknowledge the truth, even if she didn’t like it. Iria was stronger than her. No matter how much magical energy Seir summoned, it probably wouldn’t change the outco.

Seir couldn’t defeat Iria; not through normal ans, at least.

But, of course, Seir hadn’t revealed all the cards she held in her hand.

After regenerating her severed arm, she rummaged through her pocket. In her hand was a golden fragnt that looked eerily familiar.

“You know what this is, right?”

Seir asked, displaying the golden fragnt to Iria.

Of course, she knew. It was a fragnt of the Demon King, which also existed within Iria’s body.

She understood its significance, but so what? Iria tilted her head slightly in response.

“With this, even the most incompetent monster can be transford into a vicious beast capable of killing several academy professors.”

“……”

“Now, what do you think will happen if I, instead of so incompetent monster, consu this? Aren’t you curious? They stopped from above, but I can’t help but wonder what will happen!”

Seir shouted, and as she did, all the surrounding magical energy began to converge toward her.

Even low-level monsters can beco strong enough to overwhelm the academy’s professors if they transform into seeds, fully inheriting the Demon King’s power.

So, what would happen if Seir, who had already overwheld the academy’s professors without needing a fragnt, consud one?

Without hesitation, Seir took action.

She placed the fragnt in her mouth and swallowed it.

The wave of magical energy enveloping the surroundings shifted dramatically. The black magical energy was now tinged with a hint of red, resembling the magical energy Iria had displayed.

“Now you seem a bit more like a compatriot,” Seir remarked, as an aura similar to Iria’s began to emanate from her.

By harboring the fragnt within her body, Seir had transford into sothing that resembled Iria more closely.

Their red eyes glead in unison.

***

Seir, who had absorbed the fragnt, began transforming slowly but drastically. Her form twisted into sothing alien, vastly different from her previous appearance.

The Demon King’s power was not sothing an ordinary being could harbor without consequences. Seir was now paying the price for underestimating this power despite being just a demon.

“Kuaaaaahhhh!! Uuuuuugh!! Kuaaaaahhhh!!”

She roared in agony as her body changed shape, expanding into a gigantic figure.

Seir’s physique, once comparable to a human’s, now grew three tis larger. While her human-like form remained, her overall appearance beca monstrous.

The horns that had once rely protruded from her head beca enormous, and her entire body turned a deep, nacing black.

Before consuming the fragnt, she had displayed a clear intelligence, but now it was questionable whether this being could even engage in normal thought.

“……”

Seir, now fully transford, turned her head with an unnatural, creaking movent, her eyes appearing unfocused.

Then, with a sudden movent,

-Clang!

The creature that had once been Seir leaped toward Iria, moving at an astonishing speed—far quicker than before.

Wrapped in dark magical energy, her sword had elongated significantly. It swung down with a force that rendered Iria’s small dagger nearly useless for blocking.

In an instant, Iria made the decision to dodge.

-Kwaaang!!!!

The impact echoed through the corridor, shaking the very foundation of the building. Ironically, the barrier enveloping the structure helped mitigate the damage inside, but the force of each sword strike was undeniable.

If Iria took even one direct hit, the consequences would be dire.

For Iria, losing an arm again was a sensation she had no desire to experience after her encounters with the Sword Saint.

‘…… I’ve had enough of that feeling.’

Having slamd her greatsword into the wall, Seir swiftly pivoted and charged at Iria again, her speed relentless. Even the agile Iria found it increasingly difficult to evade her attacks.

Iria took a quick step back.

-Clang!!

She managed to block the incoming sword strike, but the unimaginable weight of the blow sent shockwaves through her body.

The floor beneath her cracked, and her dagger, unable to withstand the pressure, shattered in her grip.

Since the dagger that blocked the sword strike had shattered, Iria was forced to take another step back to evade the greatsword swinging toward her.

This situation was proving to be more troubleso than she had anticipated. Unlike her encounter with Albert, where she had a plan and spare weapon, she was unard and vulnerable this ti.

Iria found herself in an unprecedented crisis. During her fight against Albert, she had intentionally absorbed attacks, enduring serious injuries to gauge his strength. But this was different.

Seir’s advantages lay in her exceptional physical prowess and the overwhelming speed accompanying it. Iria needed a new strategy, and fast, or she risked being overwheld by the relentless onslaught.

Before absorbing the Demon King’s fragnt, Seir’s abilities had been inferior to Iria’s—she was, in every sense, a complete downgrade.

However, after ingesting the fragnt, the dynamic shifted dramatically. Seir now surpassed Iria in raw physical strength. While Iria still held an edge in speed, the sheer weight of Seir’s strikes was overwhelming.

Iria found herself forced to endure a relentless barrage of greatsword swings without any weapon at her disposal.

With each strike that grazed her, small and large wounds opened on her body, blood painting the corridor.

There was only so much retreating she could do; the corridor walls lood behind her, leaving her with no space to escape. Desperate, Iria raised her foot, preparing to block the greatsword descending from above.

Since she couldn’t deflect it with her hands, this was her only alternative. Drawing on her martial arts training, she took a defensive stance and extended her foot toward the approaching blade.

-Crack!

The overwhelming weight of the greatsword reverberated through her body, accompanied by the sickening sound of bones breaking.

“Ah…”

At that mont, Iria managed to draw a shallow breath.

The red magical energy around her surged, rippling with intensity.

Her physical abilities surged as well, fueled by the magical energy, allowing her to regenerate her wounds almost instantaneously.

With a sudden push from the foot that blocked the sword, she forced Seir back, creating distance between herself and the demon relentlessly pursuing her.

Iria, now sowhat removed from the close combat, let out a sigh. It was clear that Seir was not an opponent to be underestimated.

Iria closed her eyes and reached for a power she had avoided using until now—sothing she didn’t really want to tap into.

“… I’ll only show it to you.”

Each ti she used the Demon King’s power, it felt as if she were being tainted by sothing sinister, so she refrained from using it. But this wasn’t the ti to be picky.

Red magical energy enveloped the surroundings, its concentration even thicker than Seir had unleashed.

Simply put, Seir couldn’t defeat Iria even after absorbing the Demon King’s fragnt. Seir had only absorbed a single fragnt, while Iria’s body contained at least three or more.

As Iria unleashed her power, the terrain around her transford. The ground, distorted and bathed in red, was a hellish sight.

Seir could see the red magical energy taking physical form as Iria grasped it, materializing it into a long sword.

As she wielded the red sword, Iria’s hair also turned crimson, influenced by the magical energy.

By the ti Iria finished her preparations, Seir found herself unable to move. The red magical energy that covered the terrain had bound her feet in place.

Toward the enemy who couldn’t resist, Iria took her stance.

It wasn’t the Imperial Swordsmanship she often relied on; it was a technique cultivated purely by Iria herself.

After concentrating the magical energy into a single point, she poured everything into one decisive stroke.

And then,

-Rip!

A red line swept through the transford Seir, slicing her body in half. With that, the barrier covering the academy dissipated.

Having brought the confrontation to an end, Iria turned around, her red hair fluttering behind her.

The words she spoke afterward were far from her usual kind tone of sweet dreams.

“Have a nightmare.”

Iria then took the fragnt from Seir’s body and left the scene.