“These days, kids have no manners. Even when you speak nicely, they just let it slide and wait to see when it’ll end~ and that’s how things like earlier happen. Back in my day, we couldn’t even imagine this kind of nonsense; the world has certainly changed a lot, hasn’t it?”
“Is that so?”
“Of course it is. Lily… I mean, you too, Dean, right? Don’t you feel your blood boiling when you see kids nowadays? In the past, there was never such a case of attacking thoughtlessly like this…”
[-Kkon-]
[That Guy Uncle talks a lot, huh? LOL]
[Back in my day, lol]
[Seriously, it’s that Guy Uncle]
[What the hell, LOL]
[So funny, haha]
[LMAO]
[Isn’t this what we keep hearing during class?]
[?]
The Guy Uncle, or rather, the Pharaoh I met in the waiting room started lecturing instead of fighting.
Of course, it wasn’t a lecture directed at me, but rather at the viewers.
[So what’s the identity of that Guy Uncle?]
[What’s up with that Guy Uncle?]
[Is he not fighting?]
[He gives off a desert vibe though.]
“It seems everyone is curious about my identity.”
“Tsk. Not even recognizing a great Emperor.”
Look closely!
From the golden mask of the Pharaoh draped across the statue, golden light bursts forth.
Sssss…! As if in response, a sandstorm rises around, and sand soldiers begin to rise one by one.
The sandstorm swiftly converges in one place, forming a golden crown shape atop the golden mask.
Finally, the mouth of the great Emperor who once ruled over the desert of the continent twists.
“This Guy!”
[?]
[?]
[Looks like it’s that Guy Uncle]
[LMAO]
[“This Guy!”]
[Why does it end up being “this guy” after a grand pose?]
[That Guy Uncle the Emperor, whoa!]
[Emperor This Guy, LOL]
“Wow. That Guy Uncle!”
Clap, clap, clap.
I applauded the Guy Uncle’s flashy entrance.
That Guy Uncle glares at me in indignation.
“…Do you really have to do this?”
“What do you mean?”
“You twisted your mouth at the end!”
“Isn’t it fine? Seems to fit his personality.”
I saw him earlier fussing around with rankers, calling them “this guy” like it was nothing.
Doesn’t he actually take a liking to it himself?
“Absolutely not!”
[A haha]
[You’re actually ‘enjoying’ this, too, aren’t you?]
[LOL]
[Lily’s such a brat]
[Considering the Emperor thing and sand stuff, it’s coming together.]
[This is why you need a good boss.]
[Why is the Pharaoh an ‘Uncle’ but Lasty is a progenitor? LOL]
[What’s that Guy Uncle’s name?]
“They’re asking what that Guy Uncle’s name is.”
“My name is Pa- That Guy Uncle. Hey!!”
“Hey!!”
“It seems so.”
That Guy Uncle huffed and puffed, shaking the waiting room with his massive frame, but he didn’t step forward.
To be precise, he was reluctant to engage with me.
“Are you not coming in? The prospective students seem curious.”
“…I don’t want to get stomped like a Bloodsucker.”
Flinch.
At those words, Lasty, who had been quietly peeking out from a corner with her red eyes, lowered her head silently.
“I won’t fight a battle where the outcome is obvious.”
“Then why did you fight before?”
“I thought it wouldn’t be obvious back then.”
The Pharaoh said this while casually leaning against the wall.
Perhaps due to his experience as an emperor, he had an extraordinary ability to assess situations from the very beginning.
“Years of time may have turned my eyes around, though.”
[Realist That Guy Uncle]
[Is this… ‘Experience’?]
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA]
[Sulking Lasty is adorable]
[I’m curious about That Guy Uncle’s fighting skills too]
[The tempests of time HAHAHAHA]
“Are you going to teach those newbies now?”
“When everything is complete. I’ll call you then.”
“Even if the newbies teach, I doubt they’ll understand it properly. Can they even grasp the greatness of the Power?”
“Um…”
The Pharaoh showed a somewhat negative reaction.
Certainly, as he said, those who are just awakening their Mana couldn’t possibly replicate the Pharaoh’s divine powers.
Half of his powers were innate, while the other half transcended through thousands of years.
No matter how talented they are, it would be nearly impossible for them to perfectly keep up with the Pharaoh.
Most would probably fail to understand even 1% of the Pharaoh’s teachings.
“It doesn’t matter. After all, we’re not aiming for perfection.”
“Is that so?”
“And it doesn’t have to be something grand to teach, right? Just sharing knowledge is enough.”
Rankers are not only exceptional warriors but also lords governing a territory.
Their experiences as emperors might help them, even if just a little.
[I’m looking forward to it]
[That Guy Uncle’s ‘Philosophy’ lecture ON HAHAHA]
[So, do you teach how to turn people into sand?]
[Is there any special admission available?]
“Lasty, say a word too.”
“…Don’t come with a light heart. I’m going to take this seriously.”
Lasty’s magic.
In some aspects, it transcends me.
■
The entrance exam lasts a total of 3 days.
So far, 2 days have passed, and as we near the final day, there are only 25 successful candidates in total.
Now, passing has become extremely rare.
It’s increased by only one person every 4 to 5 hours at this point.
The existing successful candidates are actively challenging new difficulties or trying to break records in various ways.
She is active in various fields, trying to break through.
But the top three remain unchanging and firmly hold their positions.
Yena, who is in third place, often challenges the Progenitor…
—No! Wasn’t this supposed to use a drill here?!
—No, it was supposed to use a blade.
—Ugh… again!
She hasn’t even managed to scratch half of the Progenitor’s blood and keeps going back to square one.
I wonder how Leo thinks she can succeed while giving up.
“…I’m here.”
“Please take a seat.”
And I am facing Professor Lasty in the room she will be using.
She slightly bent her posture, turning her head away for no reason and drank the tea placed in front of her.
Silence flows.
“Formal speech…”
“Let’s hear why that is.”
“Um…”
“You definitely weren’t unaware. I explained everything beforehand. You must have seen it too.”
Before starting this, I had given a thorough explanation to Lasty and Pharaoh, and Lasty responded positively.
“The casket and Sacred Transformation are in a sealed state. They’re not usable until the body stabilizes.”
“Right…”
“But did I have to fight Lasty, even if it means using a technique that may cause instability?”
“…You’re the one who applied for the duel.”
“Then why did Leo touch upon it? Bringing me and humans into it.”
She must know what that means.
For a moment, the conversation halted.
Lasty hesitated for a while, then lowered her head.
“…I’m sorry.”
“You said you wouldn’t touch on the education topics. I won’t say anything about you touching Leo. But…”
Tap. Tap.
Her thin fingers tap the table twice.
The tapping sound feels louder due to the already thick silence.
“Was there really a reason to mention ‘human’?”
“…It’s cold.”
“The heating here is warm. It’s spring weather outside.”
“Hold me.”
Lasty spreads her arms.
In response, her gloomy eyes look at me sadly.
“I won’t indulge your whims.”
“Sorry. You just looked a bit frustrated. It didn’t look good, being so lost despite having that much talent and power.”
“I’m doing fine, aren’t I?”
“Sister, that’s your driving force and reason for life. But that little Nymph is a different story.”
A girl with transcendent talent handling five different elemental spirits.
“I’ve never seen anyone with such talent in my life. Not among Nymphs, nor even among humans.”
Leo is someone who could possibly step into the realm of transcendence beyond just Nymphs.
“She might even become stronger than the Spirit King; how can I just leave her alone?”
“If I could become stronger than the Spirit King, how could I just sit back and do nothing?”
“So you have to handle it more slowly. Your lifespan is too short compared to the power you possess. If you’re not careful, you might lose your existing self.”
“Why does that matter?”
Ta-gak.
The teacup is placed on the table.
“Since the moment you were born in this land, everyone has a time limit on life. You never know when some pathetic race might come out and kill us anywhere, anytime. Instead of wasting time figuring out whether your self is real or not, you should hurry just a bit more—”
“The war is over. Lasty Erbenus.”
Ta-gak!
This time my teacup is placed on the table.
The eyes that were emitting a red light gradually calm down.
“The war is over, and you are no longer the Lord of the Bloodsuckers.”
“……”
“You’re just the young princess, Lasty Erbenus. Don’t you understand why I even bother with the title?”
“…My family.”
“Right.”
The eldest daughter of the Erbenus Duke House, Lasty Erbenus.
Although the clan has been erased in the hands of the eldest daughter, the last bit of their bloodline will remain for thousands of years.
Lasty, seeming somewhat calmed down, lifted her teacup again to savor it.
“…I got a little excited.”
“That can happen.”
“Again with the formal speech… alright. I’ll take it slow. I’ll also retract the power I gave Leo.”
“Is your body okay?”
“Body? Ah, yeah. I’ve weakened a bit.”
This place is not a dimensional space, but the world of Deoen.
Although she had the power of a high-level demon in the Space of Despair, Lasty, summoned through the Blue-Red Stone and magic, possesses a much weaker body than before.
She repeated clenching and unclenching her hand as if to feel her power.
“…I’m definitely weaker than stage 1.”
“What level are we talking about?”
“…Leo? About the same as Leo.”
“Leo.”
If that’s the case, teaching shouldn’t be a problem.
She may have lost power, but she hasn’t lost knowledge.
“By the way, when are you going to drop the formalities?”
“Who knows?”
“I’ll be sulking.”
“What will you do if you sulk?”
“If I sulk…”
Lasty turns her head.
What comes to her mind is a usable human… no, ‘students’.
There happen to be a few that seem alright.
“I’ll pick on someone else. Like you said, someone with no racial risks.”
“…Yena?”
“That kid is usable, but… not her. There’s a weird pink-haired one.”
A weird pink-haired one would be…
The Candy Star.
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