Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Roan, who had suddenly almost become a guy who stabbed people a few times, glared slightly behind him.

Well, though he had cast curse magic that looked like Punishment Holy Arts a few times (?), and had swung a staff that looked like a club very occasionally (?),

still, he had not committed such an atrocious act as stabbing a person with a knife!

Hum─

Isn’t that even worse?

Roan lightly ignored the worried vibration of the False Divinity.

At any rate, the students who had been having the conversation just now were busy avoiding Roan’s eyes.

—By the way, isn’t stabbing the thigh too much?

—Yeah…… it seems like it would hurt much more than the arm.

Of course, only because it was Roan or his friends would they think, ‘Can’t you just close your eyes and stab?’

For normal students, this was the reaction of the majority.

In fact, even during the first class, the majority were those who couldn’t stab their arms with their own hands and were helped (?) by the assistant and Atoga.

Atoga, of course, was well aware of such worries.

Atoga swept back his golden fur and spoke cheerfully.

“Hahaha, everyone. Still, don’t worry too much! I have a plan as well!”

At that, the students focused on Atoga with visibly expectant expressions.

—As expected, it seems he’s going to change the exam!

—He really is a wonderful clergyman!

‘They should expect something reasonable.’

To Roan’s ears, it was completely out of the question.

Clap, clap─

When Atoga clapped his hands twice, the assistant who had been waiting outside brought a large box and set it down on the teacher’s desk.

Inside, it was filled with knives that were slightly longer than the daggers used during the first class.

—……?

Atoga spoke in a voice that was still like a refreshing spring breeze.

“The assistant and I will locate the position for you so that you can safely stab only the flesh, avoiding the blood vessels. Then, all you have to do is stab safely~ There is absolutely nothing to worry about!”

—He really is a clergyman……

—This is why a black mage professor would…… mmph—!

—Hey, do you really want to be dragged away?

The students looked down at the gleaming blades being placed in front of them with visibly disappointed expressions.

However, as they were now respectable third-week Acherandir freshmen, they did not freak out like they had during the first class.

The students picked up the knives in pitiful resignation.

—Student Darc, please take one as well.

The assistant tried to hand one to Roan as well, but.

“Ah, may I use my personal knife?”

—Pardon?

Roan asked, pulling Mosquito out of his fortune pouch.

—Hmm…… yes, I think that would be fine.

The assistant examined Mosquito this way and that, and soon nodded.

The size was roughly similar, and since it was quite sharp, there seemed to be no reason it wouldn’t work.

Since they only distributed knives to freshmen like this anyway, and by the second semester, it was normal to bring one’s own knife to class.

‘Indeed, Student Darc is as thoroughly prepared as the rumors say!’

The assistant spoke to Roan with a highly satisfied expression.

—Still, I will sanitize it for you. Could you hand it to me?

“Hmm……”

—?

However, Roan did not hand Mosquito to the assistant immediately and hesitated slightly.

‘Is it fine to just hand it over?’

Even so, was it fine to carelessly hand over a cursed item imbued with demonic power?

Of course, since he had applied the hidden piece to the Holy Relic-grade item Balance of Light and Dark, there was no way the assistant would notice it.

Hum─

I’m telling you, trust me for once!

The False Divinity was frustrated with Roan, in whom not a speck of trust could be found.

Pounding the stone bridge before crossing was understandable, but at this rate, he was smashing it instead of crossing it.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Then what?

‘If I carelessly hand over a cursed item, the assistant might get in danger.’

…….

At Roan’s extremely common-sense point, the False Divinity was momentarily left speechless.

Though it was only called Mosquito by Roan and received all kinds of abuse and contempt,

a cursed item was indeed an extremely dangerous thing.

Pretending to know nothing and handing it over to a clergyman just to avoid detection was something only trashy black mages would do.

Silence reigned as Roan was having such an extremely common-sense dilemma.

Ludiac suddenly stepped in.

—But it’s not like they didn’t know it could be a cursed item, right? Shouldn’t they just be careful on their own?

‘……?’

Is that so?

For a moment, Roan was almost tempted.

Indeed, when he played God & Devil, he used to carefully verify and acquire all items to avoid all kinds of conspiracies and assassination attempts.

If one fell victim to a curse, that was also their own fault!

……Like hell it was.

‘If he gets cursed by an item a student gave him, as if that would be fine.’

If it were picking up an item dropped on the ground without an owner, it might be different, but getting cursed after receiving an item clearly handed over by Roan?

Mosquito would be confiscated immediately, and Roan would head straight to Professor Kaina’s dungeon.

—……Student Darc?

However, it was also strange to hide it now.

Roan had no choice but to hand Mosquito over to the assistant.

Thump─

—Pretending to be smart when you were going to give it anyway~

Ludiac’s slick voice was heard.

‘Since I plan to enter the Forbidden Library as soon as the morning class is over anyway.’

He could just deal with Ludiac then.

Hieek─!

Although the assistant was a bit tense when he first received the dagger, absolutely nothing happened.

Rub, rub─

—Here you go, do well on the pop quiz.

“Thank you, assistant.”

The assistant wiped the dagger’s blade clean with a sanitizing cotton ball he had, treated it with holy magic, and returned it.

Buzz─

Perhaps Mosquito was quite distressed, as it trembled wildly as soon as it returned to Roan’s hand.

According to what the False Divinity interpreted, it had endured bone-carving pain solely with the single-minded determination to drink Roan’s blood.

‘Good job.’

If it had vibrated like this in the assistant’s hand, things would have surely become quite troublesome, so Roan praised Mosquito.

Just then, Demona widened her eyes and made a fuss.

“Wow, Roan! It’s a black dagger?”

“Yes.”

“If it’s black, isn’t it a demonic sword?!”

“……?”

Hum──!!! Thump──!!!

At the out-of-nowhere question, Roan turned to look at Demona with an utterly dumbfounded expression.

Not only Roan but even the Authorities were startled.

‘How did she know?’

He had clearly thought he disguised it perfectly, even applying the hidden piece of the Balance of Light and Dark.

Did she see through it being a demonic sword solely because it was black?

At that moment, Zion stared at Demona pathetically and scolded her.

“You dummy Demona, why would Roan carry a demonic sword around?”

Although she spoke in his defense, Roan, who was actually carrying a demonic sword, felt slightly guilty.

Demona pouted her lips and said.

“But it’s black?”

“Is everything black a demonic sword? Even I know what this dagger is!”

“?”

What on earth was she talking about now?

Roan turned to Zion with the same dumbfounded expression he had when looking at Demona.

‘I only changed it with the Balance of Light and Dark the day before yesterday, so how does Zion know?’

—Th-that’s true.

—Aren’t these guys actually knowing it and just pretending not to?

Demona said to Zion, as if telling her to speak up.

“How do you know?”

“Because this is the item Roan got at the Gilsburg shop! Right?”

Zion asked Roan with a triumphant expression.

“Ah.”

Only then did Roan realize what kind of misunderstanding Zion was under.

She seemed to think it was the dagger that he had initially tried to pass off as a dark-attributed dagger at Andel’s shop.

Since that one was also black, it was not unreasonable to think it was the same dagger if she only caught a glimpse.

Roan immediately nodded calmly.

“You have a sharp eye. You must have only seen it in passing.”

In truth, she probably had a poor eye for detail, but what was good was good.

“Of course! See, Demona!”

Zion jutted her chin out boastfully.

“Look at this! Hector, we should have gone out together too!”

“Indeed!”

“……Is that really something to be so jealous about?”

However, Demona and Hector instead glared at Zion with burning eyes.

It seemed they were quite angry that Zion knew more about Roan than they did.

Regardless of Roan’s dagger, the pop quiz had to be conducted.

Once the assistant distributed a knife to everyone, Atoga focused the students’ attention again.

“Now, it is time to start the exam. Doing both stabbing and healing earns a perfect score, doing only one of the two counts as a pass, and failing both results in a fail.”

Atoga cleanly revealed the scoring criteria.

As could be seen from the criteria, the healing class had a relatively high passing rate compared to other subjects.

Since even if they couldn’t stab, healing was not that difficult.

One student asked, full of tension.

—Wh-what happens if we can’t do it?

“Of course the assistant or I will do it for you. Don’t worry!”

—…….

Healing them instead was certainly a good thing, but.

‘‘‘Stabbing the knife instead for us is a bit much.’’’

The students could not tell whether they should be relieved or not by Atoga’s words.

In the midst of all this, Roan calmly picked up the dagger.

‘Stabbing the thigh is easy enough to do quickly.’

Roan calmly felt around his thigh to find a spot to stab.

‘I guess around here will do.’

He had some knack for it, having received extra points in God & Devil when locating the position directly.

Even if other students were trembling over how to stab, this situation was something to be grateful for to Roan.

‘To think that taking the same exam as others could be such a grateful thing!’

……In fact, Roan had been worried sick that he alone would have to take a special exam.

‘Drink all of today’s blood here before you come out.’

Buzz─

Roan, who held the blade straight above his thigh as if about to stab any second, conveyed his thoughts to Mosquito.

Though words could not be exchanged, Mosquito seemed to share the same thought as it vibrated vigorously.

As long as he applied force as is, the Stage 1 thigh stabbing could be passed!

“Ah, Student Darc, could you come forward?”

“……Pardon?”

Out of nowhere, Atoga called Roan.

Roan sent a gaze that seemed to ask why he was calling at such an important moment, but Atoga merely stared at him with an extremely serious face and did not explain the reason.

Next to him, Demona, who was negotiating with Hector along the lines of ‘How about we stab each other?’, ‘Gladly, that’s what I wanted!’—judging by their tone, one of them was bound to cause an accident—made a fuss.

“See, it really is a demonic sword, right?”

“……Stop talking nonsense.”

“Too harsh……”

Roan walked up to the podium, feeling as if what little luck he had was draining away.

Atoga maintained his serious expression, then spoke once Roan stood completely in front of him.

“Student Roan, you will specially—”

Stab─

—?!?!?!?!

—Kyaaaak!!!

—Th-that guy really stabbed his own thigh?!!?!

—To think he went all the way up front to stab it!

Accompanied by an ominous sound, Roan plunged Mosquito into his thigh.

Naturally, the other students went wild at the unimaginable situation.

It was incomprehensible by common sense to stab one’s own thigh while being called up by the professor.

Of course, Roan had his own reasons.

‘No doubt he’s going to make me take a different exam all by myself again, but this is much better than that.’

Rather than taking an unnecessarily difficult exam, wouldn’t it be better to just stab it first so he couldn’t run or walk!

However.

“Oh dear. As expected of Student Darc. You have no hesitation.”

Atoga wore a regretful expression for just a split second, then.

Pull─