Chapter : 189
“You are Mordega—”
“I am Mordin.”
Mordin, wearing a school uniform, spoke firmly.
No matter how one looked at it, he was undoubtedly the Master of Gold, Mordegar.
That the true master of the Golden was a blonde woman nad Iris Viden was an open secret among high-ranking nobles.
And although ‘Ferdiel Levian’ did not have a noble title, he was the Sword of Doctrine and the successor to the renowned Levian.
Having been invited to the Golden's parties quite a few tis, he used to observe Mordegar from afar on each occasion.
“How did this happen, Professor Beatrice?”
Fel, who knew well that Mordegar was a rigid and inflexible person, imdiately asked Beatrice.
Beatrice, who had personally brought the uniform and even graciously adjusted the size with magic, would rather have bitten her tongue at that question.
“He is Mordin, the transfer student who will accompany you.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t ask anymore!”
Beatrice finally exploded in anger.
“I’m busy enough adjusting artifacts as it is!!”
No matter what, she couldn't send them to a dangerous place bare-handed.
But she couldn't give all sorts of precious artifacts to a dangerous individual like Mordin, so she had to put conditions on their use.
First, she added a clause that they couldn't be used against Academy students.
She also had to set a condition that they would explode if he tried to run away with them.
Furthermore, since he was a human with burnt mana circuits, she had to manipulate them so they could be used without mana!
It was chaotic enough already; if they made it even more chaotic, Beatrice truly intended to flick them on the forehead, even if the opponent was Fel.
Seeing the flas flaring up in Beatrice’s eyes, Fel remained silently obedient.
At least, Fel was excellent at distinguishing when to step up and when not to.
* * *
“It feels like sothing trendous is happening sowhere without my knowledge.”
When I muttered at the intuition close to a premonition, Senior Lerwon looked at with eyes that seed to ask what nonsense I was spouting.
“It’s probably just a feeling.”
Because what was important right now wasn't sothing like that.
I tried to ignore the monster in front of with blurry eyes while taking a shallow breath, but eventually gave up and sighed.
The ones blocking our steps as we moved forward to escape were none other than the dark ops mbers belonging to the Golden rchant Group, wearing strange expressions.
“Those things sprouting on their skin, they’re snake scales, right?”
“…Yeah.”
At the senior’s quick answer, I felt like I was getting sick of Iris.
I knew they were Iris’s fanatics who had been taken in by her and would listen to whatever she said.
But no matter what, even they probably wouldn't have dared to expect that they would end up like this while following Iris.
Iris was a genuine crazy person.
Even if she saw people as tools, to use those who followed her as consumables to that extent.
“Senior, will you be okay?”
They were once people who stayed in the Golden like the senior. Perhaps so camaraderie remained.
“Hm? I’m fine.”
The senior said he was fine with a pale face.
“Anyway… the Golden is every man for himself. We don’t really care about each other sohow.”
To repay a favor, to pay off a debt, or just because they were sold to Iris Viden at a high price.
“Since we stained our hands with blood under the na of Golden for our own reasons, perhaps an ending like that is also reaping what we sowed.”
“Senior….”
Saying that, his hands were trembling. What a contradictory senior.
Among them, there must be those who ignored the senior being tortured by Iris. Seeing him inwardly care made even more certain.
Lerwon must not return to Iris’s side.
That would be no different from giving the senior pain more terrible than hell.
“Are you worried?”
Perhaps the worry was evident on my face, Lerwon asked.
“Ay, I’m more worried about my own safety.”
I equivocated appropriately. It was half sincere, half lie.
If Iris swallowed the power of Ouroboros and beca a half-god existence, we would be hopeless.
The senior would be tornted for being Iris’s son, and I would beco Iris’s toy in my own way.
“It’s to the point where I’d rather just reset it.”
“Huh?”
“There is such a thing.”
The system was still silent.
Since I could use the Writer skill, it wasn't completely gone… but it was strange that it was this quiet even though a storyline that could be considered the finale of Part 1 in ga terms was in progress.
As if holding its breath not to be caught by sothing.
“For now, I don’t think we should fight.”
If it were just monsters wandering around, it would be different, but the snake scales visible here and there beyond their collars and the reptile-specific pupils were also very botherso.
There was a high probability that they had beco sothing like kin of Iris or Ouroboros.
I didn't know about other things, but this one thing was certain.
Iris had bet everything she had on this very mont.
If she won, she would beco a god-like existence and truly place all creatures of this world beneath her feet, but if she failed, she would lose everything she had achieved and even her life.
“Let’s avoid them as much as possible.”
“Okay.”
Just holding our breath and making no sound probably wouldn't be enough.
If they were currently closer to snakes than humans….
「A roar rings out from 200m away.」
I write lightly.
Boom!!!
A roar that loudly strikes the eardrums rings out, but the snake-humans don't even flinch.
They only looked around a few tis as if they felt the vibration caused by the roar.
“Just as I thought.”
“I see. As their hearing has deteriorated due to being snakes, they’ve beco sensitive to vibrations and sll.”
“The reason they can't find and you with their sense of sll is probably because you have a familiar scent since you were in the Golden for a long ti.”
“And my being detained here for quite a long ti must have had an influence too.”
I nodded as if in agreent.
I didn't know that being forcibly kidnapped for quite a long ti would be helpful like this.
Whether I should be happy or sad about this, geez.
“What’s the use of being sad. Since it happened, we should make use of it.”
「Snake-humans cannot feel vibrations.」
I wrote the sentence and slowly walked forward.
Fortunately, my hypothesis seed to work to so extent, as the snake-humans still didn't notice us and only looked around.
We just had to pass by like this without getting caught.
Although I paralyzed their senses, I was incredibly nervous.
Every step felt like walking on thin ice.
Slowly, but surely, we walked between the snake-humans and passed safely.
“…Hey, Theo.”
“You want to help them, right?”
Lerwon didn't deny my question.
Passing by like this would weigh on the senior’s mind too.
Although they weren't on good terms and were essentially bystanders and perpetrators, they were also victims at the sa ti.
“…Yeah, I wish they could be at peace.”
Perhaps those who had strayed from humanity involuntarily looked exceptionally pitiful in the senior’s eyes.
If Lerwon chose to beco Ouroboros voluntarily due to despair and revenge, they would have to live in that awkward state, neither human nor snake, purely for the sin of following Iris.
“Alright, I’ll help.”
It felt a bit like wasting mana, but I just happened to think of a way for them to beco comfortable.
If I could block their senses with the phrase ‘cannot feel vibrations,’ blocking pain would also be possible.
And pain was the most important sense that allowed life to continue.
“I will make them unable to feel pain. Will that be enough?”
“More than enough.”
「Snake-humans cannot feel pain.」
I pressed down firmly on the words, filled with a slow feeling of mourning.
As I completed the sentence, a spark popped up in the senior’s hand.
As he bent down and placed the popping spark on the floor, the spark instantly beca a blaze and swallowed the space where they were.
Amidst the acrid air and intense heat, their bodies burned, but the snake-humans, unable to feel pain, only blinked their eyes and t complete death, leaving behind ashes over quite a long ti.
“Ugh.”
The senior gritted his teeth as if his expression would crumble at any mont.
“Senior.”
Still, it was the death of those who were with him, whom he could call colleagues.
It was a natural reaction to find it difficult.
This was rather proof that the senior no longer remained as the Lerwon Viden of the past.
“Let’s… take the ashes.”
A light funeral later would be possible.
At my suggestion, the senior nodded slowly.
I took off my outer garnt and stored the ashes carefully gathered with a circle of wind.
I had sothing to protect, but it felt much lighter than the burden on my heart.
Not even a tear ford in the senior’s eyes, but he declared with a face slightly firr than before.
“Let’s escape straight like this.”
“Yes.”
* * *
Beatrice, having finished a few adjustnts, finally let out a sigh.
“Okay, if you have any questions, ask. I’ll decide whether to answer or not.”
“What on earth is that ridiculous na, Mordin?”
It wasn't anything else, but that was bothering him the most.
When Fel asked without hesitation, Hartain, who was standing tall next to him guarding Fel’s spot, nodded furiously as if agreeing.
“It’s my real na, so call that from now on.”
“Mordin… was your real na.”
At Fel’s murmur, Mordin nodded saying that was correct.
“Any other questions?”
“Is there a direction for action when we encounter Iris?”
“Run away.”
“Even if we don’t join up with Theo?”
“Yes.”
Beatrice declared firmly.
“Even if we make Mordin and Hartain transfer students by using expedients because we are incompetent… and receive your help, Fel, students are students.”
At the sa ti, a fierce murderous intent could be felt in her face.
The direction of that murderous intent was naturally Iris Viden.
“It’s sothing adults should solve. Fel and Hartain, I am truly ashad to face you two.”
If adults had stepped up first to solve the problem called Iris Viden, this unfortunate incident wouldn't have happened.
Beatrice bit her lip slightly, then turned her head sharply toward Mordin.
“So keep this in mind, Mordin. If anyone other than Iris dies in the dungeon, the first one to lose their life must be you.”
Unlike Mordegar who rely lived without dying, even if the current ‘Mordin’ clung to life, this was a covenant he absolutely had to keep.
“I will keep it in mind.”
Mordin nodded willingly.
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