I Became a Murderer in the Academy.-Chapter 119

"You... you actually took money? From the Saintess?"

"I took it for a week straight until her eyes practically turned red from chasing after me."

Influenced by Iria's lessons in etiquette, Clana had sought Iria out, wanting to repay her "kindness."

After dealing with Amelia, Iria thought she'd be free from sparring requests, but Clana started pursuing her furiously, demanding a duel.

Of course, she didn't accept. Not only was Clana a bad match due to her holy powers, but Iria also already had someone else in mind for Clana to fight.

"You should try it too, Sera."

Iria casually shared her past experiences with Sera.

And then—

"......"

Sera's expression became peculiar as she looked at Iria.

To Sera, taking money by force was extremely immoral and violent. She was momentarily speechless, as it dawned on her that the cute junior she thought she knew was actually a bully who had been extorting others. She was shocked by the revelation, and it took her a while to find her words again.

"Is this something you do often?"

Now she was asking Iria, the "Back-Alley Monster," one of the most wanted criminals in the Empire.

It was strange to bring it up now, but Iria didn’t deny it.

"I don't do it often."

"I see... you're surprisingly honest."

"I'm not very good at lying."

"But you know, that's a bad thing to do. So, maybe you shouldn't do it anymore?"

Iria nodded. After all, it wasn't as if she took the money because she was desperate for it.

Today, she was being lectured by Sera, notorious in the academy for frequently requesting sparring matches.

There are many frightening things in the world.

Like someone’s pure, untouched madness, or something that possesses absolute power.

But the scariest thing is when something with absolute power also possesses pure madness.

“Heheh...”

And so, Clana’s antics continued.

If Iria was the walking embodiment of allure at the start of the semester, Clana had now become a walking time bomb.

Seeing her, with her unpredictable chaos, students would quickly scatter. The Saintess's power wasn't something an ordinary student could withstand.

Even so, there was always someone to stand in her way.

No matter where you go, there are always a few fools who fail to recognize the difference in skill, filled with baseless confidence.

"Hey, you need to tone it down. This is the Imperial Academy, the continent's highest institution. Do we look like a joke to you?"

"Yeah, especially since you’re just a holy magic user who can't do anything head-on."

So, what happened to them?

"Clana Headbutt!"

"Argh!"

"Ugh!"

Before they could even step onto the sparring grounds, they were sent flying by Clana's powerful body slam.

Clana’s specialties were divine magic and healing, but against ordinary students, she didn't even need to use her holy powers; she could crush them with sheer physical force alone.

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Even just standing still, she had nearly invincible defense. Only a handful of students in the entire academy could break through her defenses.

The blessings surrounding Clana weighed as much as a hundred grown men combined.

Weight translates to impact.

Anyone who collided head-on with the charging Clana would be struck by a massive physical force.

As the injured students lay sprawled, Clana trotted over to them.

"Oh! You’re hurt... Let me heal you right away."

Despite having been influenced by a less-than-ideal ideology, the Saintess remained true to her role.

She took out a vial of holy water she had personally concocted from her belongings.

"I'm pretty good at healing, you know. I’m quite confident about it."

"Uh... thanks."

Though she said it, a quick examination by the academy's healer confirmed that the injuries weren't severe.

It seemed that, as the continent's top institution, the students here weren’t ordinary. For wounds of this level, there was no need to use the miracle of healing. Just one bottle of holy water was more than sufficient.

“Hehe... Hold on just a moment?”

Clana gave a warm smile with her sapphire eyes glowing softly.

With a soft pop, she opened the bottle containing the holy water.

She began to pour it slowly over the patient's head.

"It's warm, isn't it? The bottle has a special coating to keep it warm... I made it myself."

The water trickled down, soaking his head and clothes gradually.

It felt like an eternity before Clana finished emptying the bottle.

When the warmth enveloped him from head to toe, the wounds on his body healed completely. He felt surprisingly light, even better than before he’d been hit by Clana.

He looked at Clana standing above him and then at his own fully restored, overly healthy body.

"It’s... amazing, but it feels kind of strange."

The effects of the holy water were incredible, but he couldn’t shake a strange feeling.

The gaze from above, the gentle Saintess’s smile, the warm liquid, and the soaking from head to toe.

Separate from feeling healthy, something felt... off.

He wanted to get away quickly. He decided he needed to distance himself from this somewhat unhinged Saintess in front of him.

But Clana grabbed his ankle.

"Where are you going... I healed your wounds, didn’t I? You’re grateful, aren’t you? You should be. Don’t you know there’s no such thing as a free miracle?"

"W-what?"

"Do you know that the holy water I make sells for an enormous price? Since you received it, you should compensate me financially."

Clana could produce holy water as long as she had a bottle, but it held tremendous value on the market because it carried the Saintess's blessings.

The Central Church hadn’t raised her with such care for nothing. With her skills, she could amass a fortune if she wanted to.

Clana extended her hand to the former patient.

"Heheh, so, I’ll need you to hand over your wallet..."

It was a scene of forced holy water sales.

Witnessing Clana's bizarre antics from start to finish were Iria, the one who’d corrupted the Saintess, and Sera, who was preparing to challenge Clana to a duel.

Sera was stunned, wide-eyed, not quite able to believe what she was seeing.

"Wh-what is this? Was she always like this?"

It was understandable.

Sera had been in secluded training for over a week, and Clana’s odd behavior had only started yesterday.

Not knowing the whole story, she was understandably confused.

Iria seized the moment and spoke up.

"You saw it, right? That Saintess took money from another student first. So, it would be self-defense if you take money from her, don’t you think?"

"I guess... but wait, no, that’s wrong! It’s still a bad thing!"

"..."

Sera almost fell for Iria’s trap but quickly shouted back.

Though she was combat-obsessed, Sera was fundamentally a good person. Perhaps she took after Ariel, who had a good heart.

In any case, Sera couldn’t agree to Iria's suggestion.

She couldn’t bring herself to do something as immoral as taking someone else’s money. It went against her principles.

Iria looked at Sera silently for a moment before speaking.

"Then, how about we take back the money that the Saintess took and return it to the original owners? That way, we’d have a good reason for a duel, and it would be a just act."

"Hmm..."

Sera pondered Iria’s words deeply.

Since Iria often said strange things, Sera took a moment to consider whether this was actually a good idea.

Silence hung in the air.

"..."

"..."

Sera blinked, weighing the morality of the action.

And then—

"Sounds like a good plan. Let's do it right away."

Sera decided to take Clana's money.