An Angel Lives in the Academy Chapter 205

Episode 205: Dreaming Angel (10)

Who doesn’t know that night will eventually come? Is there anyone who doesn’t know that one day the sun will set and darkness will fill the world?

No, there won’t be.

So people prayed.

“… The business world was greatly shocked by the news of the chairman’s death… … .”

“… High-ranking figures from the political and business world are flocking to visit the chairman’s funeral to express their condolences. This afternoon, the ruling party leader… … .”

“… As a major pillar of the business world after the upheaval, the Chairman… … .”

Feeling his mother’s hand squeezing his hand, the boy had no choice but to close his eyes. The boy hated seeing the news about his grandfather, who had never seen the face that had protected them from his father.

The boy had no choice but to pray.

Yes, who doesn’t know that night is coming? And is there anyone who isn’t afraid of the night? That’s why who doesn’t know that people pray to heaven without an answer?

But not a single drop of rain falls from the sky.

When night comes and a suspicious person knocks on the door, the mother, whose shoulders were shaking, smiles and puts a pendant on the child. The boy’s body becomes blurry as he draws it.

The boy’s mother speaks in a very mature manner.

“Let’s play hide and seek.”

And the doorbell rang.

The boy hid under the sofa and relived all those moments. Blood flowed through the cracks, and the boy held back his tears until late at night, when no sound could be heard.

The boy was scared.

The voice of my mother that I can’t hear, the voice of men I don’t know who is spitting out harsh words. And all those nights.

The boy was lonely.

The fact that no one in this world knows who he is under the sofa, the reality that no one loves him anymore, and the fact that he will never be able to trust anyone.

So the boy did not pray anymore.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

A familiar voice came from the darkness. A voice similar to your own, but somewhat wet.

The boy answered while holding back his tears.

“I want revenge.”

“But you gave up your chance for revenge.”

The voice seemed truly regretful, dripping with regret and captivating the boy.

“Why on earth did you give up on revenge? “Why on earth am I going to think about this pain, this suffering, under this sofa for the rest of my life?”

“I do not know.”

“okay? I think I know. “Because I know everything.”

The voice came again from the darkness.

“Referee, just keep sleeping without knowing.”

said the voice.

“Until everything is over.”

* * *

There is an expression that it is like air. Something that obviously exists but cannot be felt, or something that is so natural that it is not recognized in the first place.

People describe it as being like air.

So the girls couldn’t perceive the darkness. In the building where the referee was sleeping, darkness was like the air there.

The darkness was so thick that she could not perceive it. The girl with her pink hair tied up like a horse’s tail was overcome with laughter at this absurd situation.

“The devil knows nothing.”

“what?”

The devil knows nothing. What does that mean? Soya, who was poking around with his magic wand, tilted his head.

The girls move forward, fumbling with their hands, feet, and magic wands. As the girls approached the red room where the referee was sleeping, familiar faces and voices began to emerge from the darkness.

“Heads of the magic family… … .”

Soya muttered. How could I forget those faces that turned my hair gray?

“And Dad, Mom… … .”

How can I forget these faces? What made Soya stop for a moment was the hand of Hongwol, who was always fighting with Soya.

“really.”

Only then did Soya understand what Hongwol had said.

“The devil really knows nothing.”

Soya smiled as she watched the visions appear vaguely, like the fog in a dream.

“I really don’t know anything.”

And Soya stretched out her hand toward the darkness. Until then, Soya had been unable to even see the darkness as darkness, but now she was creating a path forward by clearing away this thick darkness with just a wave of her hand.

Soya and Hongwol went forward. I kept moving forward and eventually arrived in front of the red room, the room where a boy fell asleep from exhaustion after crying.

“Open.”

“huh.”

It was Hongwol who opened the door. The iron door opened smoothly without making any sound, perhaps because it was well oiled, and even without Hongwol applying force, it opened wide by inertia.

The first thing the girls could see was the red light. And a realistic painting depicting the gates of hell painted underneath. Next… … .

“Referee.”

Next, the girls could see the boy sitting quietly on the sofa. Even though his hair was dyed black and his eyes were red, he was definitely the boy the girls were looking for.

“Boy, no referee. “It’s me, the cat you saved.”

The referee did not answer.

He just wiped his eyes with his sleeve without saying a word.

“Referee, answer me.”

And the referee stood up.

Soya was the first to react. When Soya instinctively pointed her fingertips forward, gray debris flew out along with a banging sound.

“… … .”

In less time than the blink of an eye, Soya opened a force field and the referee destroyed it.

The referee was corrupted. Soya couldn’t help but bite her lip at this fact that she really didn’t want to admit.

The face that always smiled at him was now covered with cold murder. The referee’s shoulder, which contained her warmth, was now moving for a killing technique. Soya couldn’t bear to look at all of that.

“… “Let’s prepare for battle.”

But the referee didn’t stop.

* * *

Faint cracks began to appear on the sword, which was so dark it lacked even luster. If it were an ordinary shiny sword, the crack would have been difficult to notice, but this sword was so dark that even the smallest crack was clearly visible.

Crisp – Crisp – The Demon King muttered in frustration as he watched the cracks in the True Demon Sword spread out like lightning.

“Jinho Park, you’re struggling.”

The Jinma Sword that was left behind for the purpose of killing the sword master Park Jin-ho. In fact, Jin Ma-geom pushed Jin-ho Park and pushed her to the verge of shattering her Cheongju sword.

However, at the moment when the Demon King summoned the True Demon Sword, at the moment when the Demon King’s blade was aimed at Mari and not at him, Park Jin-ho used his self-denial.

The extreme limit that a prosecutor can reach, a single sword strike that encompasses Jin-ho Park’s entire life.

Sword master Park Jin-ho’s extreme technique, blue sword.

So much blood flowed from his sword, and thus his life and sword could never belong to the light, but even so, Park Jin-ho did not give up.

If you can’t capture the light of heaven, at least a small light at the end of the blue sky.

In that way, the sword held by Park Jin-ho instantly became a holy sword. Jinma Sword, who had been cutting down inferior demon swords as the King of Demon Swords, met another king called Seonggeom while being summoned by the hand of the Demon King.

The Jinma Sword could not withstand that one moment.

“It is an extreme technique that transforms one’s sword into a holy sword in an instant. “How can this guy have such deep darkness?”

And the Demon King threw away the True Demon Sword as if nothing had happened.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. “It’s all over now anyway.”

Because of the extreme technique he used excessively while being attacked by Jinma Sword, Park Jin-ho will not be able to participate in the front line for the time being.

In that case, it would be a good idea to take advantage of this opportunity to sort out Yumari. The Demon King, whose thoughts had gone that far, threw himself towards Yumari with a cruel smile.

To a martial artist, an arm is worth more than an arm. To a martial artist, the arm is a sword and a shield, and also a rock and a pillar.

Therefore, no matter how excellent Yumari’s fighting sense is, she would not be able to fight him without an arm.

One blow, a dominant victory for the Demon King.

In this case, the divine monk of Yumari.

There shouldn’t be any.

It’s a three-fight match, a draw that cannot determine superiority or inferiority.

Why on earth?

Shooting, Yumari’s dominant win.

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The Demon King once again felt an unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment. But the devil is the devil. The Demon King did not throw himself into feelings of embarrassment like before, but rather ruthlessly assessed the current situation.

The reason why Yumari fights for the world is unknown. And I also can’t understand this situation where Yumari, who lost his arm, is fighting on equal footing with him.

If so, let’s skip it for now.

The Demon King decided to focus his attention on what he understood rather than on what he did not understand.

The reason why Yumari can fight on equal footing with him is because he targets Yumari and focuses on attack rather than defense.

In fact, Yumari’s attack was not that strong. It’s just that the counter came in painfully. However, even if she was mortally wounded, she was able to immediately recover with the power of other angels.

And time was always on the devil’s side. Soon the professors will die, and the power they hold on to will return to them.

“There is no point in fighting with you.”

So the devil ran away. Of course, Mari, who could turn into black lightning, could chase the demon king, but it wasn’t very meaningful.

The Demon King ignored Mari, gathered his strength, and pretended to aim for Mari, only erasing the city behind him.

And once again, the Demon King pretended to be targeting Mari and targeted the city behind him. Like a cartoonist painting a single section black, the city is covered in ink.

However, the attack was too slow and obvious for Marie to suffer.

Of course that young demon dragon would have avoided it. The Demon King tried to admire the disappearing human city without any expectations.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds… … .

But human cities did not disappear.

The Demon King muttered, rubbing his eyes in the embarrassment he was now starting to get used to.

“What else?”

Slowly but surely, the ink disappeared.

And the person who blocked the ink was none other than Yumari.

Yumari sacrificed herself to protect the human city.

“Why on earth?”

As he watched Yumari’s wounds pile up, the Demon King could not help but mutter once again the words he had said many times: ‘Why on earth?’

This cannot happen.

This is against the truth.

This cannot exist.

“Okay, it doesn’t matter. “Even if you go crazy and do crazy things, nothing can change the fate of this world.”

The devil’s voice full of anger.

“No, it’s better. It means that the few beings who can stop me are hurt by such scum. Yes, then I will erase that city again and again.”

The girl just looked at the demon king, who was spewing out words in gibberish.

“I will make you pay for going against the truth, you ignorant and foolish snake.”

The Demon King once again began accumulating an enormous amount of karma at his fingertips. An attack that would fatally injure Marie if hit directly and wipe out the city if avoided.

In front of that enormous attack.

Marie smiled faintly.

“I’m fighting back because I realized it.”

The sound of a child crying was heard from the city.

Therefore, Marie took her stance again.

“Because I realized… … .”

fantasy,