Chapter 272

Chapter 272

‘I don’t even need it!’

……Only for the ‘clergyman candidates,’ that is.

To Roan, a black mage, it was nothing more than a bundle of paper he wouldn’t care for even if given for free.

—With that much…… it might be worth a try?

—Hey, would it be worth a try even if it were your arm being cut off?

—No, but Darc stabs his thigh easily too.

—That’s true……

Opinions were divided among the students.

Just then, the False Divinity spoke quietly.

—We do need that book, though.

‘…….’

Roan could not tell whose side the False Divinity was on.

Still, he understood why the Authority requested the book.

Since he had utilized the book received from the laboratory last time well enough.

Due to the nature of black magic, it was far more difficult to disguise the treatment or healing series, so Professor Atoga’s book was of great help in that aspect.

“Phew……”

Roan let out a deep sigh that clearly revealed his troubled mind.

Since things had turned out this way, Roan also had to organize his thoughts.

‘Well, since everyone does it around the third year. Wait…… then what on earth is he planning to make me do in the third year?’

Though there were points of anxiety, that was something to think about when the time came.

Even if he was told to resurrect a dead person, to graduate on time without failing, there was no choice but to go find the resurrection Authority.

Rustle─

Roan took off his school uniform jacket with an expression that looked too calm to others.

And then, he rolled up his sleeves to an appropriate height.

Sssss─

He infused Mosquito with dark mana to increase its cutting power.

Originally, cutting off a person’s arm with such a dagger was no ordinary task, but one shouldn’t think of it from Earth’s perspective.

‘Yeah, it’ll just sting(?) for a moment.’

A person acts according to their nature.

The fact that he was so calm despite trying to do something unimaginable on Earth was fascinating even to Roan himself.

Was he gradually assimilating more into the character of Roan?

Of course, the other students, excluding Roan, were literally on the verge of fainting.

— Kyaaaak!!!!

— Is th-that guy really trying to cut off his arm?

— Wycronon said it’s something for the second or third year?!

‘I was the one who said that.’

However, the students were not the only ones surprised.

“Wh-what are you trying to do right now, Student Darc?!”

Surprisingly, even Atoga, who had actually told him to cut off the arm, was startled and grabbed the wrist of Roan holding Mosquito.

Roan, dumbfounded, asked.

“Didn’t you tell me to cut it off, Professor?”

“Of course that was a joke! How could a freshman readily cut it off just because they were told to? Besides, that is illegal!”

“Which……”

“There is a law prohibiting the coercion of a minor into excessive penance against their will.”

— Uh……?

At Atoga’s explanation, the students also wore considerably dazed expressions.

The students became troubled as they needlessly looked back and forth between the knife in their hand and their own thigh.

‘‘‘I don’t want to do it either…….’’’

“Ah, of course, stabbing your thigh or forearm is a formal curriculum approved even by the headmaster, so go ahead and stab without worry.”

— …….

Strictly speaking, the direction of their concern was the opposite, but at any rate, it was a good thing they no longer had to worry.

— So they are not cutting off Darc’s arm, at least?

— Then whose arm is it?

— Well, wouldn’t they bring a black mage from the teaching materials warehouse or somewhere?

— Ah, that would work! You are smart?

— Hehe, what~

Now, the students were starting to worry about others instead of themselves!

‘These bastards and their running mouths…….’

Of course, as a black mage listening, Roan’s mood was extremely foul.

Because practically speaking, it was no different from telling them to cut off Roan’s arm.

“That was a very funny joke, Professor Atoga. Ahahaha.”

“Hahaha, thank…… it really was funny, right?”

Professor Atoga let out a refreshing laugh, then asked suspiciously.

Roan’s face had a knack for making even genuinely funny things unfunny.

Of course, right now he was just using sarcasm since it wasn’t funny.

Roan shrugged his shoulders as if it didn’t matter anymore.

“Yes. But whose arm is it really?”

Atoga straightened his expression and nodded.

Clang─!

Then, he quickly drew the sword he wore at his waist.

— Hieek!

— My arm, is my arm still attached?

Even though he hadn’t said it was their arms, the students needlessly felt their forearms once.

“Aaargh! My arm, my arm is gone, fanatic!”

“It’s attached fine, so get away from me!”

“Ah, indeed?”

When Demona backed away from Hector, feeling embarrassed.

Slash──

Along with a gruesome sound.

Thud─

The sound of something rolling on the ground was heard.

“Aaaargh! This time it’s really my arm! Save me, fanatic!”

“……Do you not even know if your own arm is attached now? And if your arm really fell off, go to Roan or the professor.”

“Ah, that’s true. There is someone else to trust.”

“This punk…… I wish your head would fall off instead of your arm.”

“Hieek, such harsh words……”

Because of Demona’s fuss, it took the students a bit of time to grasp whose fallen arm it was.

In fact, that might have been a relief.

Splash──!!!

“Of course, I should take charge of such a task.”

Because if they had first seen Atoga holding his own arm with his golden fur covered in red blood, saying this, surely well over ten students would have fainted.

“…….”

Roan was left speechless as he watched the grotesque scene.

‘I knew he was a lunatic from the start, but to think he would be this crazy already.’

As God & Devil was also a game, the difficulty naturally rose with the passage of time as the player grew.

The difficulty of playing Acherandir was determined by how crazy the professors were.

That meant the professors became crazier as time went by.

Yet Atoga had already reached this level.

Hum─

How is a guy like this a professor?

One could tell just by listening to the False Divinity.

However, Ludiac was unexpectedly quiet.

He should have been making a huge fuss by now.

—Ah, that guy has already fainted.

‘Ah, I see.’

The False Divinity informed him of Ludiac’s state in a voice mixed with pity.

“Now, hurry and take it.”

Atoga held out his arm to Roan with a peaceful expression that made it impossible to think he had just had his arm severed.

When Roan took the arm after a moment, the students murmured, unable to even look straight ahead.

— By the way, was the professor’s arm really cut off?

— He is too fine……?

Actually, there was a very rational reason for that.

‘Since he is a professor-grade named figure, and even a penance professor, this much is actually no big deal.’

Basically, named figures had immense tolerance for enduring pain.

Moreover, Atoga was a character who engaged in that level of penance on his own, even if he didn’t talk about it publicly.

He would be that accustomed to it, and the pain actually felt would be far more minimal than thought.

“Shall we begin slowly? Of course, I will teach you the general treatment method.”

“Ah, yes……”

Though shocking to look at, it was a task that had to be done regardless.

Roan, who was about to align the cross-sections of the arm first, suddenly stopped his movement.

‘Wait a minute.’

A truly absurd thought that flashed through his mind instantaneously.

‘Isn’t it my gain if I don’t attach it?’

Although he was a non-combat subject professor, Atoga was strictly a professor of tremendous strength, so if he lost an arm……

Hum─

—Even so, that’s a bit much. As if to prove you are a wicked black mage, you are even plotting secretly?

Even the False Divinity shook its head immediately.

Of course, Roan had no intention of doing such a thing either.

It was merely an imagination, after all.

‘No way. He would attach it himself anyway even if I didn’t.’

Rather, doing it himself would be far safer and more convenient than Roan handling it.

When you thought about it, he was a true professor, Atoga, sacrificing his own arm for the student’s progress!

‘Still, if I pretend it’s a mistake and cauterize it with fire……’

—Stop talking nonsense and focus!

Roan grumbled at the False Divinity’s scolding and began to align the cross-sections of the arm.

‘Reattaching an arm is half about positioning. I must place it as close to its original position as possible before starting.’

Aligning the position correctly in an amputation injury was the most important thing, regardless of holy magic or black magic.

No matter how specialized the holy magic was in healing, if it deviated greatly from the original, a failure decision would often pop up.

Seeing Roan sweating in tension, Atoga wore a pleased expression while gesturing to the other students with his remaining hand.

“You all, hurry and take your pop quiz. Assistant, please help the students.”

— Yes, Professor.

The assistant wandered among the students calmly, as if he had already seen arms being cut off numerous times.

Perhaps the students felt nauseated from continuing to look ahead, as they each began to take the pop quiz.

Stab─ Stab─

As it was such a shocking scene, the students were now somewhat calm in stabbing their thighs.

Of course, even so, pain was pain, and shock was shock.

Roan’s friends also began the pop quiz one by one.

Once they set their minds to it, it didn’t take very long to stab.

“Arrgh!”

Demona also stabbed straight into the position the assistant pointed out, and although she screamed, she soon deployed healing holy magic.

— Oh ho, Student Wycronon, well done. You are mature.

The assistant, who happened to be walking around, saw this and nodded.

Demona called the assistant with a crying face.

“Assistant.”

— Yes?

“By the way, can we reattach a severed arm with the holy magic we learned?”

— …….

At the extremely common-sense question, the assistant was left speechless.

Around that time, Roan, who had aligned the arm reasonably well, clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking that she was indeed Demona.

‘Of course not.’

If a severed arm could be reattached with basic healing, who on earth would learn upper-level healing.

Basic healing was only effective on scratches, light stab wounds, or cuts, just as the other students did.

To easily fix such an amputation injury, one had to reach intermediate level.

That was also why the assistant could not answer Demona’s question immediately.

After hesitating for a moment, the assistant shook his head slightly.

—It’s a bit difficult with basic healing.

“““??!?!??”””

At that, Demona and the surrounding friends were so surprised that they even forgot the pain in their thighs.

“Heok! What should we do about Roan? He said we can’t reattach the arm! Then for the rest of his life—!”

“You heretic fellow, stop making ominous remarks! And it is not Roan’s arm, but Professor Atoga’s arm!”

When Demona tried to make a fuss, Hector shouted to suppress it early.

Demona glared at Hector with contemptuous eyes and said.

“I know that much too. Are you saying it’s fine even if Professor Atoga’s arm isn’t attached, or what?”

“Uh…… that’s not it. Of course it must be attached.”

Hector, who had accidentally said only Roan’s arm was an arm, flinched and drew back.

“Hector, you really……”

The female students, including Rafia, glared at Hector with fierce eyes.

“Why is everyone only picking on me……”

Hector decided to concentrate only on treating his own thigh with a downcast expression.

—Still, don’t worry too much. Since the professor has a plan as well.