I Became a Murderer in the Academy.-Chapter 118

It was as if she was imitating the first things she had seen and heard after stepping into the outside world.

But if it had only been that, the academy wouldn’t have been so shaken. People might have just found the cute antics of the beautiful Saintess amusing.

The real reason for the uproar over Clana’s odd behavior was something else.

Boom!

“D-don’t block my path!”

Clana, unknowingly, was much stronger than people imagined.

The misguided Saintess had started smashing through anything that blocked her way.

“Hehe, hehe…! You have to beware of anything white in this world!”

Clana spoke, her own white hair flying around her, reminiscent of Iria’s.

Clana was a Saintess blessed by the stars.

The blessings and divine power overflowing from her blessed the path she walked, bestowing miracles on those around her.

This happened regardless of Clana’s current personality. Simply by existing, her influence on those around her was immense.

That was why she was the cherished treasure of the Central Church.

Clana held enough divine power to match hundreds of ordinary nuns.

And as much as she spread blessings and miracles to those around her, the amount of blessing she received herself was beyond imagination.

The divinity surrounding her protected her body and enhanced her basic physical abilities.

To what extent, you ask? Well, she could break through the academy’s walls with a simple body slam.

If someone tried to stab her with a sword, the sword would break instead.

Because of this, despite her lack of combat experience, she was more than enough to disturb the academy’s order. She was purely powerful.

Though her primary role was as a healer who sowed miracles, it didn’t mean her individual combat ability was lacking.

So, what was the instigator of all this, Iria, doing?

“…”

She was doing nothing but watching.

“I didn’t expect her to take my teaching so seriously.”

She scratched her cheek as if surprised by the unexpected outcome of her actions.

But she didn’t regret it. After all, one learns through experience. That’s how Iria herself had done it.

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One thing was certain: Clana would adapt to the outside world much faster than if she had been left alone.

Iria had merely accelerated the process by provoking her.

It might look strange for now, but ultimately, it wasn’t such a bad outcome.

This would also become a stepping stone for Clana’s growth.

While distant screams echoed from various parts of the academy, Iria didn’t pay them much mind.

Watching chaos unfold from afar was always the most entertaining.

After all, other students’ suffering wasn’t her responsibility.

“Hm.”

More importantly, it was about time for Sera to make a move.

Clana wasn’t the only one Iria had prodded to align with the twisted original plot.

She had also encouraged Sera, who had been lost in despair.

For the past few days, it seemed like Sera hadn’t left the magic training hall. Iria decided to go check on her.

The magic training hall was on the opposite side of the swordsmanship training hall.

At this hour, when most were having lunch, the place would typically be empty, but Iria was confident she would find Sera there.

Just like Ariel used to do.

Iria believed without a doubt that Sera, who was like Ariel, would do the same.

As expected, Sera was in the training hall, even during lunchtime.

The inside of the hall was engulfed in flames and ice.

In the wide space, a blue-haired woman faced off against Sera.

The cold that settled over the hall grazed Iria’s skin. She frowned at the swirling blizzard.

Flashes of blue and red alternated. A battle was unfolding.

Though calling it a “battle” would be generous—it was a one-sided duel.

“You’re using mana excessively. While you do possess enough mana to compensate, that’s a tactic that only works at a student level.”

“…”

“You mentioned wanting to follow the hero to the battlefield. Then it’s best to correct that. For a mage, mana is like life.”

It ended as one might expect, with Sera’s one-sided defeat.

After all, her opponent was one of the Empire’s strongest forces.

Just as Freya guided Ariel, Sera had her own instructor, Reina.

As the third Imperial General and the mage who single-handedly wiped out the Demon Lord’s spawn during a demonic assault, Reina was too strong an opponent for Sera.

Of course, Sera wasn’t pleased with the outcome.

While Ariel had gained recognition from Freya, Sera had yet to earn the same from Reina.

Objectively, Sera’s skill was extraordinary for her age, but her competition was Ariel.

Sighing softly, Sera slumped to the ground.

That she bore no injuries from such a one-sided defeat was a testament to her opponent’s overwhelming skill.

Iria waited until Reina had completely left the hall before she moved.

‘She was with Albert during the assault, right?’

Thankfully, Reina didn’t seem to remember her. With the red demonic energy present back then, everything had happened too quickly.

Though Iria hadn’t remembered much from that exhausted encounter, seeing Reina now, she could tell Reina was indeed formidable.

Not on par with Freya or Albert, but close enough to rank just below them.

Now that Serthia was gone, she was likely the third strongest in the Empire.

‘General Reina.’

Iria committed her name to memory, just in case it became relevant later.

She turned her attention back to Sera.

It had been a while since Sera lost in a magical duel. She seemed uncharacteristically downcast.

“What are you doing there?”

“Oh, Iria. I was just getting some guidance from Professor Reina. She’s really strong. I thought I’d improved, but I’m still not a match for the professors.”

Sera laughed sheepishly. Reina wasn’t an ordinary professor, after all.

Academy professors varied greatly in strength, but Reina was among the best.

She wasn’t the kind of person to be easily compared to an ordinary student.

But Sera had always been that kind of person. She looked upwards, not downwards.

She always compared herself to those stronger than her, never settling for those below.

Finding motivation by looking at those above her helped her improve.

Her desire to someday surpass Reina was like her drive to stand alongside someone who had moved ahead.

“Are you ready for the duel?”

Iria recalled the words she had said to Sera previously.

It seemed she had somehow become the one instigating a duel between Clana and Sera, but during their student days, fighting was how they became friends.

In fact, it was after a duel that Iria and Sera had gotten closer.

“The duel? Oh, right. That?”

Sera, who had been looking dejected, brightened at the mention of the duel.

She returned to her usual expression, the one that suited her best.

“Of course, I’m perfectly ready. All that’s left is to set a date.”

And Iria replied,

“I know how you can arrange a duel with the Saintess.”

“Oh? How?”

“Demand money from her.”

“…Huh?”

Iria was very different from the person Sera had once known.