An Angel Lives in the Academy

Episode 205: Dreaming Angel (10)

Who doesn’t know that the night will eventually come? Who doesn’t know that one day the sun will set and darkness will spread over the world?

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No, there won’t be.

So people prayed.

“… The business world was shocked by the news of the chairman’s passing… … .”

“… High-ranking officials from the political and business circles lined up to pay their condolences to the president’s funeral. This afternoon, the representative of the ruling party… … .”

“… As a major pillar of the business world after the cataclysm… … .”

Feeling his mother’s hand clasping his hand tightly, the boy had no choice but to close his eyes. The boy didn’t want to see the news of the grandfather who had never seen the face that protected them from his father.

The boy had no choice but to pray.

Yeah, who knows when the night is coming. And is there anyone who is not afraid of the night? That’s why no one knows that people offer prayers to an unanswered sky.

But not a single drop of rain falls from the sky.

As night approaches and a suspicious person knocks on the door, the mother, shaking her shoulders, smiles and hangs a pendant on her child. The boy’s body blurs as he draws it.

The boy’s mother speaks so maturely.

“Let’s play hide and seek.”

And the doorbell rang.

The boy hid under the sofa and retraced all those moments. Blood seeped through the cracks, and the boy held back his weeping until late at night, when no sound could be heard.

The boy was afraid.

The voice of a mother who cannot be heard, the voices of men who do not know who they are, and the voices of harsh words. And all those nights.

The boy was lonely.

The fact that no one in the world knows who you are under the sofa, the reality that no one loves you anymore, the fact that you can’t trust anyone forever.

So the boy no longer prayed.

“You don’t want revenge?”

A familiar voice came from the darkness. A voice similar to his own, but somewhat damp.

The boy answered, holding back his tears.

“I want revenge.”

“But you gave up your chance to get revenge.”

That voice seemed to be really sad, dripping with regret, and seduced the boy.

“Why the hell did you give up on revenge? Why the hell am I going to think of this pain, this pain, under this sofa for the rest of my life?”

“I do not know.”

“okay? I think I know. Because I know everything.”

The voice came again in the dark.

“Referee, stay asleep without knowing that.”

said the voice.

“Until everything is over.”

* * *

There is a saying that it is like air. Something that clearly exists, but you cannot feel its existence, or something that is so natural that you do not recognize it in the first place.

People say that it is like air.

So the girls could not perceive the darkness. The building where the referee was sleeping, where darkness was like air.

It was so dark that she couldn’t recognize the darkness, and the girl with her pink hair tied like a horsetail smirked at this absurd situation.

“The Demon Lord knows nothing.”

“What?”

The Demon King knows nothing. What does that mean? Soya, who was poking around with a magic wand, tilted her head.

The girls move forward while fumbling with their hands and feet and the magical girl’s magic wand. As the girls approached the red room where the referee was sleeping, familiar faces and voices began to emerge from the darkness.

“The heads of the magic family… … .”

Soya muttered. How could he forget those faces that made his hair gray?

“And Dad, Mom… … .”

How can I forget these faces? It was Hong-wol’s hand, who had always quarreled with Soya, who grabbed Soya’s footsteps, which stopped for a moment.

“really.”

Only then did Soya understand what Hongwol had said.

“Really, the Demon Lord doesn’t know anything.”

Like the mist in a dream, Soya smiled brightly as she saw the vaguely appearing illusions.

“I really don’t know anything.”

And Soya reached out towards the darkness. Until then, it was so thick that she couldn’t even see the darkness as darkness, but now she is making a way forward by removing this thick darkness with just her hand gestures.

Soya and Hongwol went on. Moving on and going, I was finally able to arrive in front of the red room, to the room where a boy was sleeping exhausted from crying.

“Open.”

“yes.”

It was Hongwol that opened the door. The iron gate opened gently without making any noise as to whether it was well oiled, and even without the power of the Hong Moon, it opened wide by inertia.

The first thing the girls could see was the red light. And a realistic painting depicting the gates of hell drawn underneath. Next… … .

“The referee.”

Then the girls could see the boy sitting still on the sofa. Although his hair was dyed black and his eyes were red, the boy was definitely the boy the girls were looking for.

“Boy, no referee. It’s me, the cat you saved.”

The referee did not answer.

He simply wiped his eyes with his sleeve without saying a word.

“The referee, answer me.”

And the referee stood up.

Soya was the first to react. As Soya instinctively turned her fingertips forward, gray shards flew with a bang.

“… … .”

In a shorter time than the blink of an eye, Soya opened the force field and the referee broke the field.

The referee has fallen. Soya couldn’t help but bite her lip at this fact, which she really didn’t want to admit.

The face that always looked at him and smiled was now covered with cold flesh. The referee’s shoulder, which had been filled with warmth, was now moving for the killing technique. Soya couldn’t bear to look at it all.

“… Let’s prepare for battle.”

But the referee did not stop.

* * *

Faint cracks began to form on the sword, which was so thick and dark that it didn’t even have luster. If it had been an ordinary, shiny sword, it would have been a crack that would have been difficult to notice, but this sword was so dark that even the smallest cracks looked bright.

Seeing the cracks in the Jinma Sword spread like lightning, the Demon King murmured with frustration.

“Park Jin-ho, it’s hard to move.”

The Jinma Sword that was left alone for the purpose of killing Swordsman Park Jin-ho. In fact, the Jinma Sword pushed Park Jin-ho and drove him until just before he smashed the Guildang Sword.

However, at the moment when the Demon King summoned the True Demon Sword, the moment the Demon King’s blade aimed at Mari, not himself, Park Jin-ho used his self-defense.

The ultimate limit that can be reached as a swordsman, just one sword attack that contains all of Park Jin-ho’s life.

Jinho Park’s dramatic technique, the blue sword (靑劍).

There was so much blood that flowed from his sword, so life and sword that could never belong to the light, but Park Jin-ho did not give up nonetheless.

If you can’t contain the heavenly light, even a small light at the edge of that blue sky.

The moment Park Jin-ho heard the sword, it became a holy sword. The True Demon Sword, who had been slashing inferior demon swords as the king of demon swords, met another king, the holy sword, while being summoned by the demon king’s hand.

Jinma Sword couldn’t stand that moment.

“It’s a dramatic technique that transforms one’s sword into a holy sword in an instant. How could a man with such a deep darkness?”

And the Demon King threw away the True Demon Sword as if nothing had happened.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. After all, it’s all over now.”

Park Jin-ho will not be able to participate in the front line for a while because of the extreme technique he used excessively while being attacked by the Jinma Sword.

If so, it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to clean up Yumari. The Demon King, who had gone crazy with his thoughts even there, smiled cruelly and flew towards Yumari.

To a fighter, an arm is worth more than an arm. For the fighters, the arm is a sword and a shield, a rock and a pillar.

Therefore, no matter how good Yumari’s fighting sense is, she will not be able to face herself without one arm.

One blow, the demon king’s dominant victory.

This case, the divine priest of Yumari.

there shouldn’t be

Three strikes, a draw where the superiority cannot be decided.

Why the hell?

Shooting, Yumari’s dominant victory.

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The Demon King once again felt an unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment. But the Demon King is the Demon King. The Demon King did not throw himself into the feeling of embarrassment as before, but relentlessly grasped the current situation.

It is unknown why Yumari fights for the world. And I can’t even understand the situation in which Yumari, who has lost her arm, fights like an equal with herself.

If so, let’s get over it for now.

The Demon King decided to focus his attention on what he understood rather than what he did not understand.

The reason why Yumari can fight on an equal footing with herself is that she is aiming for Yumari and focuses on attack rather than defense.

Actually, Yumari’s attack wasn’t that strong. Only the counter came in painfully. However, even if he suffered such fatal wounds, he was able to recover immediately with the power of the fallen angel.

And time was always on the side of the Demon King. The professors will soon die, and the power the professors hold will return to them.

“There is no point fighting with you.”

So the Demon King ran away. Of course, Mari, who can turn into black lightning, could chase after the Demon King, but it didn’t mean much.

The Demon King ignored Marie and gathered his strength, pretending to be aiming at Marie, and only erased the city behind him.

And once again, the Demon King pretended to be targeting Marie and aimed at the city behind him. Just like a cartoonist paints a single cut black, it paints a city wide.

But the attack was too slow and obvious for Marie to suffer.

Of course, the young demon dragon would have avoided it. The Demon King tried to appreciate the disappearing human city without any expectations.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds… … .

But the human city did not disappear.

The Demon King rubbed his eyes and muttered in embarrassment that he had now become accustomed to.

“What else?”

Slowly, but surely, the ink disappeared.

And it was Yumari who stopped the staining.

It was Yumari who threw her own body to protect the human city.

“Why the hell?”

Seeing Yumari accumulating scars, the demon king had no choice but to mumble the words “why the hell” he had said over and over again.

This cannot happen.

This is against the truth.

Such a thing cannot exist.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter. Even if you go crazy and do crazy things, you can’t change the fate of this world.”

The voice of the demon king full of anger.

“No, it’s better. It means that the few beings who can stop me get hurt because of such filth. Yes, then I will erase that city over and over again.”

The girl just looked at the demon king who was gibbling and pouring out words.

“I will make you pay the price against the truth, you ignorant foolish snake.”

The Demon King once again began to accumulate enormous karma at his fingertips. An attack capable of inflicting fatal wounds on Marie if hit directly, and erasing the city if avoided.

in front of that great attack.

Marie smiled faintly.

“I fight because I understand.”

A child’s cry was heard from the city.

So Marie took a stance again.

“Because I realized… … .”