Became a Myth Class Professor at the Academy

110. Shaman (4)

Among the abilities a shaman possesses, the most important ability is the Requiem.

That power, which had never been described in ＜Ah.Chun.Mang>, was unfolding right in front of my eyes.

heterogeneous

It will be invisible to ordinary people’s eyes, but it will be clearly visible to my eyes and to Anessa’s.

This hellish landscape.

The sight of the soul torn, torn, and torn apart.

this maddening landscape.

It was truly a scene from hell.

After a while, the shimmering light in her eyes disappeared, and her frizzy hair found its place.

It must have consumed considerable mental strength, and Anessa, who was staggering from exhaustion, was supported.

With this, the souls of those bandits will live in hell until they are completely healed.

The bandits scattered around like a marionette doll with a broken thread were put aside.

If left as it is, it will become prey by beasts or by the beasts that came to this place by chance.

But that means liberation from that prison.

You activate the auror by pushing points.

Perm’s aura that burns hugely.

It was shot high into the sky and exploded like firecrackers.

Since we spread this kind of energy in this large territory, the troops will soon find us here.

After that, it’s up to them to figure it out.

“… … Let’s go.”

I escorted Anessa and Lit back to the car, and I got into the car too.

No physical fatigue at all.

However, the mental fatigue after seeing the map of hell was indescribable.

A landscape at a level that would drive the average person crazy.

A shaman who will see that scene every day, Anessa.

‘The shamans lose their words because of the scenery they see every day.’

This terrible landscape brought about by a simple one-line setting.

Suppressing the complicated emotions that were rising, he operated the carriage again.

* * *

‘What the hell is it?’

Lucas feels the more he gets to know him, the more he falls into a labyrinth. How the hell does he know?

In fact, I received a lot of help from him in this requiem ceremony as well.

The ritual to soothe the souls of the spirits was satisfied with the martial arts he showed, and the sacrifices were also fully prepared.

His limbs were completely suppressed by Lucas, and his energy was reduced due to Lit’s regular absorption.

The perfect state for the spirits to dig into the sacrifice.

This could only be explained by knowing the details of this ritual.

The heads of the Holy Empire and other countries that are hostile to shamans are only hostile to them, and they probably don’t know the details like Lucas.

Above all else, he was a heterogeneous being, viewed with a ‘sin’ eye.

Usually, the spirit, the essence of its existence, is fully visible.

But Lucas was different.

obviously exists

two too.

However, one was so shattered that it was impossible to tell if it was a spirit or a mop, and the other was only ‘existing’ in danger. And carrying something even more terrible.

The more I dig into him, the more I feel like I’m falling into a labyrinth.

‘More than anything else, I was definitely seeing the scene of the Requiem.’

Shim’s eyes were both a shaman’s ability and a curse.

The scenery beyond that was too terrible to be described in words, and the shaman who could not share the pain had to overcome all these curses alone.

That is why she loves and pursues beautiful things.

But at this time of remembrance,

She wasn’t alone.

It was clear that Lucas was seeing the same sight.

This was a certainty that only those who had seen the map of hell could feel it.

‘You must have seen it… … .’

But Lucas was fine.

The spectacle of that hell would have been so great that it would turn even the most mentally armed person into a madman.

It’s more surprising how he saw the scene and how he didn’t go crazy even after seeing it.

Lucas’ spirit (spirit) seen through ‘heart eyes’ is not that great.

Rather, it was insecure and precarious, and it was almost as if it would break at any moment.

Both types were like that.

How did those anxious things endure this spectacle?

How did you not wake up?

Anessa, who knows the spirits better than anyone else, was rather anxious about her firmness.

Because it is clear that if it breaks at any time, it will have a bigger impact.

Especially if the mind of a strong person like Lucas collapses.

But Anessa’s worries did not last long.

“Im here.”

-Wow!

Lucas’ mansion, which was too large, too grand, yet beautifully decorated, caught her attention.

* * *

In fact, it has been a long time since I also returned to the mansion.

After I entered Grassco, my top goal was to survive, and I worked tirelessly to nurture the personnel selected for it.

Therefore, this mansion has become an unfamiliar place for me, not a home.

As much as the blank period, this mansion also underwent significant changes.

Previously, if you had pursued splendor to the limit, should you say that you have a slightly more toned-down calm now?

This one seems to suit my taste better.

And the biggest change was not limited to the interior of the mansion.

The ornaments that decorate the inside of this mansion.

In the case of ornaments, even though the relic-style decorations that existed before were not to my liking, I feel that the old days were better.

Of course, aesthetically, this is better.

This one also goes well with the interior of the mansion.

If I go back, it will not fit in with the modern interior of this mansion and will bother my aesthetic sense.

However, even after enduring the imbalance, I want to turn it around.

Because of that gigantic portrait you see as soon as you enter the mansion.

‘who… … It’s from the head.’

It was none other than my portrait.

A portrait of the owner, one to have in the mansion.

When I first woke up here, not long after Romero had given me this mansion, there was no portrait of me.

I thought it would happen someday… … .

‘Isn’t that too big?’

The overwhelming size that destroys common sense was the problem.

Besides, that smile was the same smile that was always stuffed in the newspaper.

“Wow, Professor… … The portraits are great.”

I’m not a narcissistic person in the first place, I’m not immune to these things.

Even if it was a little small in size, I could have lived without it, but it was too big.

Whether you know me or not, Lit and Anessa are watching with their eyes shining.

“How are you? After the master left for Grasco, it took a long time to complete.”

Either way, I’m on the verge of dying of embarrassment.

To him who asked with a voice full of pride, I was going to tell him to take it off right away.

“It’s my lack of skill, but I put sincerity in it.”

“… … .”

“There was a time when I tried to make painting a lifelong career. Although I broke that dream, I left behind such a beautiful piece of work, so there is no time left.”

… … If that’s the case, the moment I tell you to take that picture off, I’m going to be a fucking bastard.

“… … You suffered.”

I just have to be patient.

It was impossible to spit on that sincerity, so I replaced it with the words that I suffered.

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Thanks to the support of the readers, I was able to praise his sincerity by adding a little smile.

“thank you.”

Seeing them so happy, it seems that they really have a lot of love for that painting.

what to do

After all, when the semester starts, he will be locked up in Grasco again, and the visits to and from the mansion will decrease again.

‘I’ll be patient.’

But at this moment, I couldn’t hide the feeling that the smile in that picture was laughing at me.

* * *

The people of Frehidden quickly melted into the mansion.

They rolled up their arms to help with things they didn’t have to do, and they generously passed on their organs.

Among them, there was a method of making various kinds of alcohol, which is the pride of Frehiden.

Prehidden’s drink was famous for its good taste, so it attracted enough attention.

It was Anessa who melted the most quickly.

She was using her shaman’s powers.

It wasn’t anything grand.

That’s right, dot.

In any age, divination is quite attractive.

Some people dismiss it as a superstition, but Anessa’s point is different from those things.

Because it reads and interprets commands, it boasts an astonishing accuracy.

Not only love luck, but also luck and lucky charms are amazingly matched.

Even if Lucas hadn’t told him to keep Anessa and the Prehiden people from coming into contact with the outside, the rumors about Anessa’s fortune-telling would have shaken this Aeroque.

It’s not just divination.

The written conversation with her has also become a specialty of this mansion.

It provides strange stability and comfort, and is mainly visited by people who are tired in mind and body.

This is also the basis of the shaman’s ability.

Suddenly, Anessa was established as an important person in this mansion.

* * *

Thanks to the people of Anessa and Frehidden who quickly melted into the mansion, the season with Torres was able to continue comfortably.

What’s more, what Anessa is doing is also to naturally create a cause for me to visit her.

It would be a natural justification to seek out Anessa to see her fortune-telling.

Putting that aside, now is the time to focus on Torres’s upbringing.

At first, I thought of growth using favorable feelings.

However, it was not an easy thing to raise from a certain level of liking, and what is more important than growing into points is the body that will contain those points.

Above all, there was something that Torres and other students were not taught in the first semester.

Those who have majored in combat science in the past have overlooked it because it is so natural.

That’s right, ‘the battle with humans.’

‘Duel’ and ‘battle’, such as midterm and final exams, are completely different.

The purpose of duel is to measure one’s skill, and the purpose of battle is to destroy the opponent.

It is Noezed’s Greenwood that shows the difference most clearly.

Torres had a duel, and I fought a battle.

Torres also met them, and there was a clash.

As a result, Greenwood was fine, and he didn’t run into me right away.

They showed hostility to me.

After the battle with me, he does not show any hostility to anyone.

That was the difference between me and Torres, duel and battle.

Combat must not be concluded the way Torres did.

Combat is a process of destroying and destroying.

It is an act that determines life and death.

Torres did a great job fighting the monsters in Prehiden earlier.

However, as you can see in Greenwood’s case, the battle with humans is a failing level.

The reason for the existence of the knights is originally in battles with humans rather than battles with demons.

Torres lacks something very important.

“You have grown so much beyond many things.”

what was lost in the process. Things I skipped along the way.

You just have to get it right from there.

“So you are lacking. The basics of combat science are ‘to deal with humans’. From now on, I will fill in that missing part of you. You will learn the basics of combat science – the act of destroying and destroying humans.”

To be clear, this seasonal semester is just me and Torres.

In other words, the only people who will play the role of ‘human’ here are me and Torres.

So, someone has to play the role of a ‘broken human’.

Of course I am not.

then-

“Let’s go straight to practice.”

All of a sudden, in my hand, Levatein in the form of a club was clearly revealing its presence.