“…Why is that?”
“First of all, there are two reasons; one is, as I mentioned earlier, I’m still a rookie.”
A weak existence compared to the past.
I don’t possess the distant holiness in my body, nor am I sturdy enough to withstand when using an overwhelming technique like the ‘Spear of Annihilation.’
If there’s any hope, it’s only me after going through the 4th phase…
“Merely 3 hours doesn’t mean anything.”
It’s about 5 hours a day, at most, 10 hours.
Even that, I have to spend all 3 hours on maintaining Serrek.
The Pharaoh’s golden mask twitches.
“You are the one who contained dozens of monsters within your soul. You even managed to hold onto beasts whose souls were nearly shattered.”
“It was Myeosin. She was truly pitiful.”
Myeosin, who had to shoulder the fate of her kin.
If I had been a bit weaker, I would have surely been annihilated, but back then I was in my 26th year.
I was close to my prime.
“It’s literally in the past tense. I don’t have that kind of power now.”
“But you could still contain it within your soul.”
“You didn’t refuse when I said I’d release the abilities within your soul before.”
“I’m not saying this just for the sake of saying it.”
“Then?”
“……”
The Pharaoh’s mouth closed again.
I asked, but I already know the answer.
“There won’t be a loss of her. The world, where they have vanished, isn’t that dangerous.”
“…I’m not talking about threats.”
“Then it’s time. I don’t know how much longer it will hold.”
Serrek’s soul has been sleeping half-shattered for thousands of years.
The Pharaoh came out because of me, and she too opened her eyes again, but her condition isn’t that good.
Compared to the other monsters in the Space of Despair, Serrek’s abilities are extremely ordinary.
“The maintenance time is getting shorter. If this continues, it may become difficult to sustain the soul.”
“……”
“So, if you agree to my request, I will do one more thing you desire.”
“A thing I desire, huh… then please answer honestly.”
Glance.
Once again, I shift my gaze towards the door.
Though I’m trying to hide my presence, two signals still linger.
-O. You’re going for it.
-…..Gulp.
They’re quite in sync.
“What do you think of Serrek?”
“What do you mean by how I think?”
“I mean it literally. I’m just curious, so feel free to say.”
“Pharaoh said Serrek.”
“…Serrek is my subordinate. The only capable subordinate left.”
“Is that it?”
“Well, I can’t really ponder over this.”
As I tilted my head, Pharaoh let out a sigh.
“…She’s just a little special.”
“In what way?”
“Are you messing with me?”
“Of course not. I’m really curious.”
This was a side I had never seen in his overly confident past.
To be precise, I never saw it because he had never cared about trivial relationships.
“…It’s just a matter of some concern. Is that enough?”
“Oh my.”
“Oh my, oh my, oh my.”
“Wow, I should post this on the Academy bulletin board.”
“…What’s that all about?”
Pharaoh glared at the two girls sprawled out at the open door of the Dean’s Office.
Had he finally noticed?
“That Guy Uncle’s heart-thumping love story…”
Sprawled below, Leo was using the bulletin board system with his Student ID…
“Thought so. I knew it.”
And there was Lasty, smiling satisfyingly while wrapped in the Veil of Blood that blocked all senses.
No matter how far outside, someone with Pharaoh’s abilities would quickly catch on, but his opponent was Lasty.
When it came to magic, no one in Deoen could match her current position.
Although Lasty was currently in her Prestige state and her power had been reduced, Pharaoh’s power had also diminished.
Lasty smiled lightly.
“Trying to act like you didn’t notice. It’s amusing, Pharaoh.”
“What are you up to?”
“I found something fun for a change. Can I go tell Serrek about this?”
“If you do, I’ll scatter your blood everywhere.”
“If you can.”
Kuuuuoooooo!
Blood currents and sandstorms surged into the Dean’s Office.
Papers and items flew around from the force, and Leo bent low using the Spirit of Wind.
“That Guy Uncle is actually a Tsundere…”
Even in the chaos, he didn’t stop using it.
“Stop it right there.”
“I’ve never liked you from the start. We’re both in the same situation, so what do you think gives you the right to act so tough?”
“You’re just a statue, yet you talk a lot. Do you really think you can beat me?”
“Given the same condition now, it’s possible, you brat who’s only grown older.”
“…You’re dead.”
Lasty’s pure white fingertips traced red lines.
The lines soon turned into a form and then a magic spell.
Her Unique Ability, a Great Magic consisting of dozens of blood forms.
A sophisticated magic that drags the target into Eternal Sleep manifested in the world.
“Rest (安式).”
With the gigantic spell, the wave of blood spread through the Dean’s Office.
The Dean’s Office was filled with the waves of blood.
Kwaaaang!!!
“Ew!”
“Enough already.”
The pure white Holy Power pierced through the rest and incapacitated Lasty.
Behind me, pure white wings and a translucent cloak radiated Holy Power.
Eyes filled with Holy Power ensnared the Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh, who was summoning a sword made of sand, naturally crushed it.
“Pharaoh, you too, stop.”
“…I think it’s possible now.”
“I told you, at most three hours.”
It’s merely a half-hearted awakening with a limit.
Even the attack ability is restricted; an incomplete awakening.
In this state, I might be able to subdue them, but I can’t capture them.
It might be different if I faced them with a third party.
“Uuuuuh…”
“Lasty, didn’t I tell you to stop?”
“Mianna…”
Lasty, seriously weakened by the Holy Power.
For a typical vampire, just touching the Holy Power would normally lead to instant purification, but Lasty is the lord and progenitor of bloodsuckers.
Ordinary Holy Power didn’t faze her.
Of course, the reason she doesn’t even feel pain is that the Holy Power I’ve shot out is Holy Healing.
“I’m… feeling… weird…”
“It’s punishment. Just stay like that.”
“Ugh!”
“…Professor, are you drunk?”
Leo glanced up from writing.
Lasty still looked dazed.
“Well, who knows?”
Holy Healing is a power I’ve just acquired.
I’ve never classified it this way before, so I have no idea how it will interact.
It’s not just me; Lasty is a special existence too.
“…Anyway, let’s sort this out. You like Serrek, so you want me to put her into the Space of Despair to prevent her dissolution, right?”
“I never said I liked her.”
“Then say you love her.”
“No.”
“I could do it, but the problem lies with my power. Even if I handle her soul in this state, there’s no guarantee it will remain intact.”
A soul cannot be resurrected.
This is a fact I’ve painfully realized over many years, and in my prime, I never resurrected or perfectly restored a soul even once.
As for Myeosin, it was more like I forcibly held onto her, just like the Pharaoh now.
“…Does that mean it’s impossible?”
“There wouldn’t be much difference. Until this awakening is complete or I regain greater power.”
“……”
“Above all, Serrek wouldn’t wish for it.”
Whether Serrek is filled with honor or harbors feelings he shouldn’t, either way, it doesn’t matter.
“I suppose you don’t want to cut the connection with the Pharaoh.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“That’s right. I wouldn’t like it either.”
Leo, with sparkling eyes, said this as if he had just finished writing something.
“I’m sure he’d outwardly say he understands. But inwardly, he’d be super disappointed.”
“Anyway, it means he can’t.”
“For now, yes.”
“Got it, I’ll take my leave.”
With that, the Pharaoh exited the Dean’s Office.
I thought he’d push a bit more, but this was unexpected.
“Can we just let it go?”
“If we push further, it’ll get awkward. Especially since both are aware already.”
This is where we draw the line.
The bond between them had been maintained for a long time, and even though there had been a brief separation, they found themselves side by side again after thousands of years.
No matter what anyone said, they know each other best. This is enough.
It would be funny to sit them in front of each other and say, “From now on, love each other!”
‘…That might be oddly entertaining?’
“Ah, ugh! That guy, the statue one, is such an idiot…”
“Well, Serrek is just as foolish. That’s what makes it even funnier.”
“Oh… So, can I post this?”
Leo spun his Student ID around to show me.
The register button had an arrow cursor positioned below the already written text.
This is the love story of that guy Uncle, hastily penned by Leo.
“As long as you can handle that guy Uncle’s rage, that is.”
“Isn’t it fine since he’s not even specializing in that stuff?”
“He could take it as a minor, but hasn’t he never attended even once?”
“Nope.”
Leo had taken my class as a major, as well as two classes with Lasty and one with the newly appointed Red Horse, but he never attended a single class of the Pharaoh.
In a way, Leo could be seen as a summoner.
“I just wasn’t interested. Anyway, I’m going to post it, hehe.”
Now all the academy students would know the love story of that guy Uncle.
“Yikes! What if you drop the class?!”
“I can’t drop it.”
If he drops it, the desert needs to be confiscated.
If the desert is seized, there’s no need to be there, so they’d never part ways, and since the Pharaoh wants Serrek by his side…
‘Maybe this is a good thing?’
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