Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

142 – Arcius – 7

Even if the wound can be healed, there is something to do before that.

Finding out from her the source of her hurt.

Basically, I understood that it was the devil’s curse. And since the Demon King died by my hand, the person who caused that injury is as good as dead.

But what kind of contact does she have with the Demon King? She needed to know when she was hurt.

Perhaps, the magic that Der On held in her heart, and the time-limited life that came with it. Because it may have come from her wounds.

Of course, it is not certain. But I was certain to some extent.

Rather than having Der On’s body suddenly filled with demonic energy from birth, it seems more plausible to say that she inherited some of the demonic energy from her mother.

It was not that much compared to her wounds, but unlike Arwen, who used her dragon power to restrain them from increasing further, Der On did not have the strength to do so.

At best, I could somehow increase my strength with the elixir that Katrel obtained.

Even that only suppressed the positive energy and did not prevent the increase of the negative energy. So, since I was young, my demonic energy continued to increase, and in the end, my demonic energy exceeded the amount of mana in my body….

‘He must have been ruled by the devil.’

Now that we have reached the highest level, we have reached a level where we can perfectly control the demon energy in the body, but is it really that easy?

This is a crazy act that was only possible after receiving Lennok’s help, fighting a bloody battle in the Winter Castle, and somehow controlling the demon energy.

“Deron.”

Akshi put her hand on my shoulder with her slightly stiff face.

“They are coming.”

It’s the right timing. I slowly drew my sword and ran towards the castle.

If she had stayed there like this, she would have scolded Arwen and asked why she hid this fact.

Judging from her wounds, she looked pretty serious, and it seemed to her that she was finally able to control herself. Even through the pain of her wounds, I knew that she had healed me.

I almost took out my anger for no reason.

Even if you can reach the highest level and master the sword skill, it is still not easy to completely control your emotions.

I get upset when I need to get upset, get angry when I need to get angry, and get sad when I need to be sad.

However, what is different from ordinary people is that, with the patience that superhumans have, they are able to somehow suppress their emotions before they explode.

“It’s been a long time.”

Boom, boom, boom.

The ground shook and roars were heard from all directions. The monster’s unique stench pierced my nose.

Waves of various colors come from the front. Previously, the raid consisted only of orcs, but now it is not limited to just orcs.

There were ogres, there were goblins, and there were wolves they rode.

Hippies were screaming in the sky, and occasionally griffins could be seen. So much that you wonder what really happened.

“It’s a monster wave!”

“Prepare the ballista!”

“Move quickly!”

The sound of soldiers moving about busily was heard from the winter castle. The commander seeks out those who move late and strings his bow.

Position yourself and prepare boiling oil so as not to break the gate. In any case, they will even prepare catapults to prevent monsters from climbing the castle walls.

All those scenes were vivid. Especially since this is where I once lived.

I looked at the walls of the winter castle for a moment. The lower part of the wall is stained red. Is the blood on that wall really just for monsters?

Is terminal illness only caused by illness? Isn’t it okay to say that people who will die soon are living with a limited life expectancy?

In that sense, the soldiers of the Winter Castle have a limited time limit.

That’s what I thought.

Trudging.

I went to the front of the castle gate. Without adding anything to the sword.

One of the commanders up on the castle is yelling at me.

“Hey, you bastard! “What are you doing there?”

Is it because they can’t see my face that they don’t know it’s me, or are they urgently swearing at me even though they know?

I’m not sure which one. In fact, it doesn’t even matter.

Wow!

A monster wave is coming before your eyes. A huge wave was about to hit me.

I saw the panicked eyes of those who hurriedly followed me to the side. Only Akshi is not worried about me.

Katrel immediately raised his mana, and Arwen spread her words. Belle and the Margrave hastily draw their weapons and try to run toward me.

The whole scene seemed slow.

“Whoa….”

I took a deep breath and released the mana from my entire body that I had suppressed until now.

Grrr.

The purple aura carefully blends with the ink-colored energy. My aurors suppressed the violent momentum and accepted it.

Gooooo.

In the end, they come together.

A purple star shining softly in the darkness. I quietly watched its brilliant appearance and lightly swung it horizontally toward the waves.

Then, the waves split.

**

As soon as Arwen saw Der On running somewhere, she took off her feet. She didn’t know where her son was going, but seeing her running with her sword drawn wasn’t a good thing at least.

As she ran, the presence of monsters was belatedly caught by her sense of spirit.

Normally, she would have noticed this a long time ago, but Katrel made her feel shy, so she didn’t notice.

What she missed, her son caught.

And then runs to block it.

Arwen bit her lip and picked up her pace even further. From here she had a short distance to the winter castle, so she figured she would be able to catch up no matter how far ahead he was.

However, as she saw Der On getting farther and farther away the longer she ran, Arwen admitted that she had made a mistake.

She didn’t know why, but her son was much faster than her.

Aside from the physical differences, the fact that she could not catch up with him despite using mana to strengthen her entire body meant that her level was inferior to that of Deron.

And that was something that could not have been thought of with normal common sense.

Arwen also knew of Deron’s talent. She also told him that if he was lucky, he could reach the top level.

And then, when she met him for the first time in a while. She could at least grasp that she had reached the highest level.

It was very surprising, but considering her talent, it was entirely possible.

However, it was a different story that her level was inferior to that of Der On. The highest level in human terms. It was by no means a power superior to hers.

Of course, she was not saying that she was inferior, but she was confident that she would at least not fall behind the mana that the highest level could handle.

In fact, her level was higher than that of Dietrich, who was behind her.

Then, how far has Deron reached?

The fact that she went beyond what was simply called the highest level and reached a place no one else could reach meant that she had a low opinion of Der On’s talent.

It’s amazing that he has reached the highest level even though it’s been less than a year since I met him, but he has progressed even further than that.

It was something I couldn’t help but admire.

That’s why Arwen was gathering her strength in front of Deron’s monster wave.

He only prepared for something that might happen and did not take much action.

She is in a higher state than she is. If only it were enough to stand proudly against all those monsters. Rather, it would be rude to touch it.

And honestly. I was a little curious too.

She is in a higher state than she is. Because she was able to see the end that no one could see.

Not even to a dragon like her, but to her son whom she gave birth to despite her wounds.

Slurp.

The sword is pulled out by Deron’s hand. Arwen unconsciously let out an exclamation of admiration at that figure.

A neatly sharpened sword was not just about sweat and effort. The life of a craftsman who has been doing this job for decades. It contains itself.

Arwen stared intently at her sword. A purple aura leaks from his body. That is the color of Deron. Very beautiful.

The moment I try to think that way.

Grrr.

A vicious energy revealed itself. That energy left an irreversible curse on her body. It was the demon king’s magic energy.

The moment Arwen saw that energy, she prepared to attack immediately.

Although she told Der On to control the demonic force on purpose, she did not think it was possible. Suppression is enough.

In the first place, handling demon energy means becoming a demon. Unless you were a demon, it was close to impossible to control demon energy.

Because she couldn’t, she thought.

It’s pitiful.

Magi and Auror combine in Deron’s sword. The two lights combined to create a star.

He had a brilliant appearance. Be it a dragon, a human, or a monster. A beautiful light that catches everyone’s attention.

That light was on Deron’s sword.

The moment Arwen saw it, she realized that she had been worried for no reason.

In front of that light. Because Magi is just energy.

Finally, when he lightly swung his sword once. The star fell and created a path in the waves. A path that can never be recovered.

Deron looked fine even after unfolding the sword. Not even a single breath is disturbed.

Arwen briefly trembled her hand. That sword. That sword can definitely do it.

She will be able to drive away the Demon King’s curse, which she had suppressed for so long.

As she thought so, she approached Der On.

She then said.

“Let’s talk. Son.”