Became a Myth Class Professor at the Academy

Chapter 103

103. Seasonal Semester (4)

The movement of monsters spread across the border between Aeroque and Ermel was being carefully observed.

Of course, it’s all for a reason.

These monsters were active in a fairly unique form, but rather than having a front line established, they were spread out and acted like guerrillas.

Each country concerned could not even dispatch regular troops recklessly, as it could become a diplomatic problem if they cleared out the demons that were active across the border.

This was especially true of Ermel, as Laonis was gathering troops to prepare for civil war.

In such a neglected area, the monsters started to systematize their movements at some point.

It is said that a person acting as a brain is attached.

But that’s some local story.

In areas that include Prehiden, it is still showing raw movement.

‘That means that I can handle Frehiden on my own.’

It’s not some confidence.

In the past, no matter how many beasts were, the one-to-many situation was burdensome, but now it is enough to give them an edge even if the majority attack.

With daily training repeated every day, the mastery of ＜Basic Martial Arts> was approaching 50%, and I could feel that my skills were definitely improving.

I feel more and more free to control my body.

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Moreover, Ronald did not ask for the rescue of all Frehidden, but only one person.

It sounds like a story with a lot of potential.

“All right.”

“Really? Thank you, thank you very much. I’ll bring you my white ginseng wine right now.”

“I’ll take it when you come back.”

Of course, I will definitely get it.

White ginseng is a kind of elixir.

There is no reason to refuse.

“I will prepare and leave immediately. If you are waiting in the mansion, I will rescue your nephew and return.”

It was a blessing

After all, the only preparations for going to Frehiden were the Leviathan and the carriage.

‘Preparation’ was for something else.

“Thank you, thank you very much.”

Ronald thanked him one after another and left the room.

‘I need to advance the plan.’

After confirming that Ronald had completely disappeared, he immediately called Torres. He also left contact with Lit.

Torres, who had been waiting in advance, soon arrived at my room.

“Drink.”

It is a liquid sleep inducer obtained from Victor. It will give Torres a deep sleep.

“As I said before, it’s a drug to bring out your full potential.”

“… … .”

Torres kept his mouth shut as if nervously.

“When you wake up, you will be hazy. Even the dreams I had in my sleep will be hazy. You don’t have to force yourself to remember.”

“Yes Yes.”

He nodded, took the medicine and drank. All medicines were emptied at once.

Because it was an immediate-acting drug, Torres’s face was already hazy.

He opened his eyes as if trying not to lose consciousness.

“You don’t have to force yourself to be patient.”

“Oh, I know. To the school and the professor, I want to leave a word… … .”

He was becoming muffled by the consciousness that was drifting away.

What he desperately wanted to leave in this state was,

“Mi, I believe.”

I meant to believe it.

“Yes, believe me.”

As if he was relieved by my words, as soon as he heard the answer, Torres collapsed from his seat.

‘Now is the start.’

Normal Elemental Absorption cannot make the blood of the Dreamer run wild, nor can it completely reset Torres’ subconscious mind.

A few more hands should be written.

He lays Torres flat on the bed, and arranges the laboratory equipment around it in a certain shape.

A kind of magic circle devised by a certain wizard who is addicted to speeding up the spirits of the dreamer.

If the dreamer absorbs the spirit in this magic circle, the spirit is absorbed more, and the target that absorbs the spirit falls into a more intense pleasure.

will use this

By allowing him to absorb more energy, he makes the blood of the dreamer running through Ritt’s body run wild, and by stimulating the nervous cortex with intense pleasure, it is used to change Torres’ subconscious mind.

If he had been sane, Torres would have been a slave to pleasure, but the drug Torres drank would erase even that pleasure as if it had never happened.

Now the preparations are complete.

Ritt’s recovery, and Torres’s subconscious ready to change.

* * *

Ritt has been living in a harsh environment since childhood.

The place where she was born is unknown, but she grew up in a slum where the lowest class of the demon world lived.

A place where various kinds of garbage and smelly filth are mixed to form a fence, and it is natural to see corpses strewn on the street.

Even in the demon realm of the weak and strong, the weak have no choice but to die, and their lives are threatened dozens of times a day.

Lit was abandoned there.

But he wasn’t alone.

A reliable existence who has protected him since childhood – because he had an older brother.

It is unknown whether blood was mixed or not.

It didn’t matter.

It was just important to have a place to rely on in that rough place, and the fact that you could survive was important.

All her priorities were focused on ‘survival’. No, it would be more accurate to say that she only had survival in her head.

The fence that protected her, when her brother died of betrayal by Levi-

She went under a stronger demon to live rather than revenge.

There was nothing special about how she could survive in the midst of the demons, who came from a humble background.

Just unconditional obedience to what you are told.

There were times when my life was in danger.

But he survived terribly.

The blood of the Baron, one of the strongest among the demons, must have been of some help.

She has survived so desperately that she has reached today.

And, at some point.

‘The handkerchief is now yours.’

Something other than survival entered her mind.

Professor Lucas.

A man who handed a handkerchief stained with his own body odor.

It must have been meaningless to him, but not to Lit.

It was more than just courtship, it was the bond that followed his older brother.

Was it from then?

I had a crush on him, and the crush grew and became affection.

And at this moment, that love grew out of control, and it ran like this.

He was longing for Lucas’ love.

But it shouldn’t be.

There is only one possible existence.

It was only the queen of dreams.

The love of the monsters, except for the queen, gnaws at each other and leads to ruin.

The love of the dreamer is the absorption of the spirit.

No matter who it is or who it is, it becomes a black hole that sucks in the spirit itself. Even without being conscious of it, the very existence itself absorbs the spirit. A runaway of blood begins. It becomes a monster that craves only the spirit.

In order to stop the runaway of blood, you must absorb a large amount of high-purity essence. Without knowing it, the dreamer will absorb Jeong-in’s energy little by little and make him wither.

In particular, the monster, which has been weakened for some reason, will absorb more energy than necessary according to its survival instinct.

I can’t leave either

The dreamer, who has gone crazy in love, will come back to find Jeong-in at night.

Ritt had only one choice.

Leaving only one Lucas in his head.

It was a matter of erasing the survival instinct.

But before-

‘I want to see you one last time.’

I wanted to keep Lucas’s face in it.

* * *

smart-

-Professor, can I come in?

Shortly after everything is ready. Just in time, Litt also arrived.

“Come in.”

She had a face that seemed to have decided something with a rather haggard complexion.

“No, I will tell you here. Professor, I… … .”

“Your decision is wrong.”

As soon as Lucas saw her face, he spoke immediately.

“Your death – nothing can justify it. I don’t let that happen.”

he knew everything

Ritt’s heart, who had decided to die, was also clearly looking into it.

Lit, who was caught on everything, just stiffened and couldn’t do anything.

I finally came to take a picture of Lucas, but I can’t even look at him directly.

“Come in.”

Lucas’ voice was heard by Lit, who bowed his head.

should have refused

However, there was an unparalleled dignity in Lucas’ words.

Ritt shouldn’t be like this… … But I went inside the door.

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Moment,

‘ah?’

Whoops- and the air changed.

A sweet scent that can only be felt by Rit comes over.

The flow of magical power entangled in the room dizzy and pierced her mind.

* * *

Among the abilities of ＜Shinan>, I always wondered what the ability to see the present meant.

Today, I was able to see a side of that ability.

▶︎ Lilith (Lilith)

Current Status: Anxiety, restlessness, determination.

In particular, the resolution part was annotated like a hyperlink.

※The determination of noble sacrifice.

A willingness to sacrifice oneself to protect something precious.

So, to put it bluntly, Lit is about to risk her own life.

What is the cause?

I could easily recall it.

‘Constraints of the monstrous people.’

A pitiful race that cannot hold emotions at will unless it is the queen.

Their love is like a monster that eats away not only themselves but also others.

So, Lit is about to throw herself away.

‘I can’t.’

She later becomes the Queen of the Hmong Demons.

The most powerful queen in the history of the baron and the dreamer, encompassing the baron too.

This may be an excuse.

Lit is the one who has been by my side the longest, no matter what anyone says.

A being who has been by my side all the time while I roll to survive in this world.

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Maybe I just didn’t want to lose Lit.

“Your decision is wrong.”

Ritt looked up blankly.

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The support of readers overlaps over her pathetic face.

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“Your death – nothing can justify it. I don’t let that happen.”

If what Ritt is embracing is something only the Queen of the Nightmare can do, I will make her the queen.

“Come in.”

Lit was brought into the room—to be more precise, into the magic circle.

At that moment, Ritt’s expression changed.

It resonated with the current of magic created by the magic circle.

“professor… … .”

Lit also seems to have sensed the current of magical energy that this magic circle was creating.

Her expression is getting more hazy.

The magic circle was waking up Lilith as a dreamer.

“Absorb it.”

“However… … .”

She hesitated a bit.

If I was swept away by this magic circle and sucked in the essence, it would seem like it would suck Torres to the point of becoming a mummified state.

“I know how much the professor cares for his students. So, I can’t… … .”

“Lit, I don’t mean to get everything out of Torres.”

“then… … .”

I also approached the center of the magic circle.

“I will also give you my spirit.”

I thought so from the beginning.

* * *

The way the dreamers absorb the spirit is to visit their dreams and transform the contents of the dreams to suit their taste.

The spirit that flowed out of the target due to the dream was absorbed by the dreamer.

In a word, the dream that the dreamer shows is a show that shows the imagination of the dreamer himself.

However, it was a dream with contents worthy of the name “Monma”.

‘I, what is that?’

In the hazy consciousness, someone is caught in Torres’s sight.

An unbearably seductive appearance.

Those eyes were seducing them as if they were going to be seduced at any moment, and the charm they exuded made it impossible to take their eyes off of them.

In her dream, she was approaching with dreamy steps.

Torres can’t refuse her approaching.

She soon came closer.

She turned around with a fatal smile.

Another being appeared before him.

‘Uh, where did you see it a lot? … Teacher, professor?’

What appeared in front of him was Professor Lucas, a beautiful figure who never bowed down to her in fantasy.

She shyly took Lucas’ hand and closed her eyes.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Torres had no choice but to watch the scene.

‘Yes, I had a dream like this in the past.’

A young man in his twenties with blood boiling, feeling a strange feeling, was struggling in the dream shown by the dreamer.