Chapter 275

Chapter 275

Glareee—!!

Roan frowned slightly at the naive student’s question.

‘If only they knew what’s in my canteen…!’

As one might know, Roan’s canteen was filled with blood for blood magic.

Thump—

But if it’s excessive bleeding, isn’t blood actually better?

Ludiac asked tactlessly.

Even though it was a question severely lacking in modern medical knowledge, Roan answered out of respect for the authority.

‘Does that even make sense to ask?’

Hmph, you could just say no if it’s not…

Instead of going through the trouble of explaining the circumstances to the student in front of him, Roan politely requested once more.

“Could you give me some water?”

─ Uh, sure.

The student, thinking, ‘He must have fetched his water a long time ago,’ poured his water for him.

……More than that, Roan’s eyes, shining gloomily through the blood splatters all over his face, were staggeringly terrifying.

─ Mmm…

─ Uh, uh? Hey, wake up. What’s wrong?

She was so terrified that a female student sitting next to them trembled before practically fainting!

Roan looked at the blood still trickling slightly from the female student’s thigh and said,

“Your friend is also suffering from excessive blood loss.”

─ Huh? From just this…?

The student shaking the female student’s shoulder tilted their head.

No matter what, would she lose consciousness from just this much?

In any case, Roan took the cup back to Atoga and handed it over politely.

“Professor, it is good to drink plenty of water for excessive bleeding.”

“Ah, thank you.”

Atoga found it a bit surprising that Roan knew such a fact.

Although it was common sense on Earth, in this world…

─ Darc says you should drink water if you lose a lot of blood?

─ Can’t you just use Treatment or healing holy magic?

……Because thoughts like that were rampant.

And it wasn’t exactly incorrect either.

Atoga habitually moved his severed arm to take the cup.

Clatter—!

However, it was not merely the sound of a cup being handed over.

“???”

─ ?!?!?!?!?

With a dumbfounded look, Atoga stared down at the cup that had shattered the moment he gripped it and the spilled water.

“What on earth is this…?”

He had clearly gripped it like usual, yet the cup couldn’t withstand the force.

─ L-Look at that.

─ The professor shattered the water cup Darc gave him, didn’t he?

─ Does he not like the arm?

The students began to murmur among themselves.

Atoga clenched and unclenched his fist, trying to understand this incomprehensible situation.

Suddenly, a passing assumption crossed his mind.

‘No, that’s not it. If my guess is correct…’

Clang—!

Atoga abruptly drew the sword at his waist.

Naturally, the already anxious students were startled out of their wits.

Demona stood at the vanguard of that.

“The professor is trying to kill Roan!”

─ Hiiiiik───!!!!!!

If he broke the cup Roan gave him and even drew his sword, it was only natural for everyone, not just Demona, to think that way.

‘Did he realize it was black magic?! Even though I attached his severed arm for him…!’

To the extent that even Roan was startled and took a subtle step back.

After all, once someone reached the level of an Acherandir professor, might they not notice the dark mana acting on their own body despite the presence of authority?

Wooong—

The Fake Divinity also tensed up and began to vibrate.

It didn’t seem like he had been caught, but Atoga’s behavior was definitely suspicious, so it was preparing just in case.

However.

Atoga, who suddenly grabbed the blade of his drawn sword with his bare hand…

Snap—!

Snapped it with just a tiny bit of force.

“““????”””

Roan and his friends, the students, and the assistant alike all tilted their heads at Atoga’s sudden behavior.

“Fanatic, do they do stuff like that at your house too?”

“……We do similar things, but not that. More importantly, why are you asking that now!”

“”’Th-They do similar things…?”'”

Atoga muttered with a strangely excited expression.

“So, those words were true after all…”

Of course, Roan had not let his guard down yet.

‘I must remain suspicious until the very end.’

To put it bluntly, he might suddenly throw the blade at him, shouting, ‘As expected, you’re a black mage!’

Since Atoga was on close terms with Professor Kaina normally, Roan had to pile suspicion upon suspicion even more.

Furthermore, by this point, Atoga’s arm condition looked unusual even to Roan.

Although Atoga’s combat power was not to be underestimated, even if it fell slightly short of his healing, he wasn’t at the level to snap iron with his bare hands like that.

Atoga strode toward Roan with a serious expression.

Then, he firmly grasped Roan’s hand.

Squee-ze—

To be precise, he squeezed very hard with the hand Roan had attached.

“……Why are you doing this, Professor?”

“Do you ask because you don’t know, Student Darc?”

Grrr—

By this point, it was certain!

Roan frowned deeply, subtly drawing up his dark mana.

‘If I was going to be caught, I figured it would be by Kaina or Atoga, but to think I’d get caught after attaching his arm with black magic.’

As he was racking his brain to figure out which magic would be most effective against Atoga’s compatibility.

Atoga smiled brightly and praised Roan.

“Student Darc’s healing holy magic is truly magnificent!”

“……Pardon?”

Roan verified in a dumbfounded voice, unsure of what he had just heard.

‘Was I… not caught?’

“To think that not only did it perfectly treat a severed wound, but it also has reinforcement effects mixed in! The mystery of the dark attribute must have been at play! I recall reading a record like that in passing in the past…… but to think it was true!”

Atoga shook Roan’s hand vigorously, looking extremely delighted.

Sure enough, with much more strength concentrated in just one hand, Roan’s body swayed off balance as well.

‘Could this be…?’

In this clearly strange situation, Roan also suddenly realized something.

Wooong—

It seems like it, right?

The Fake Divinity also agreed.

‘Did the Abyssal blood magic end up reinforcing him too?’

The spells Roan had used in actual treatment for the first time were three in total.

Path of Blood, Skeleton Regeneration, and Bloody Meat Morsel of the Abyss.

Among them, the first two were actually ordinary spells not much different from reinforced versions of Blood Flow Control or Flesh Explosion.

However, the Bloody Meat Morsel of the Abyss was both Abyssal magic and a spell used to reinforce familiars.

He had used it for healing purposes when playing the game as well.

But back then, it only raised the strength stat slightly, and there was no particularly noticeable reinforcement effect unless it was a familiar.

It was unexpected for such an effect to appear, but it seemed it had been packaged too well(?) in the process of being disguised as holy magic.

Furthermore, it was an even greater blessing that a dark-attributed healing holy magic happened to have such an effect.

The Fake Divinity, roughly interpreting Roan’s thoughts, spoke reluctantly.

Wooong—

That’s not really it…

‘Then?’

Isn’t it just that your magic came out too powerfully?

‘…….’

Roan looked at Atoga’s arm, which he had attached, with a fresh expression.

‘Then what does it mean if I reinforce a real familiar with that spell?’

Roan wanted to summon even a simple skeleton soldier when he went outside if he got the chance.

Although a terrifying monster might be created and cause a commotion.

‘Who could hold back after seeing that?’

Since he had been hearing about talent, talent, but now could see its substance a bit more clearly, his gamer blood boiled.

Atoga picked up his book that had been placed on the teacher’s desk and handed it to Roan.

“You have worked hard indeed. Student Roan, of course, gets a perfect score on the pop quiz.”

“……?”

Roan looked up at Atoga with a look that asked if that was really all.

Atoga tilted his head.

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Ah, no. Thank you.”

Roan politely accepted the book, placed it in his spatial pouch, and returned to his seat.

‘Still, I attached a whole arm, shouldn’t there be something more?’

Although Professor Atoga was famous for being stingy with rewards despite his flowery words, it was still a bit disappointing.

Wooong—

You should be grateful for not getting caught.

‘That’s true.’

Roan nodded at the Fake Divinity’s mature advice.

But when Roan sat down, Demona suddenly raised her hand and asked.

“Professor, since Roan attached the arm, shouldn’t there be some additional reward?”

“Yes? Like what?”

Atoga seemed not to have understood Demona’s words properly.

Demona kindly repeated her opinion.

“Because he passed an exam that was far more difficult than ours!”

─ That’s true.

─ Indeed, since the work done was different, Darc might feel a bit wronged if he got the same score.

The students also seemed to think Demona’s opinion was reasonable.

However, Atoga shook his head.

“That’s not it, Student Wicronon.”

“Eh? Why not?”

Instead of explaining it directly himself, Atoga passed the ball to Roan.

“Student Darc, do you know the reason why I do not offer additional rewards?”

Of course, Roan knew the character Atoga very well.

“Because classes are taken to gain learning, not for rewards.”

“You got it exactly right.”

Atoga nodded with a pleased expression, as expected of Roan.

However, Demona did not give up easily.

“But Roan attached the arm with a holy magic not taught in class, though?”

“…….”

Atoga looked at Demona with a flustered expression.

‘Well, that’s true. She definitely has a sharp side.’

It was a clean hit, so perfect that even Roan couldn’t find a flaw.

Although rewards or teaching in class were nominal reasons.

In truth, it was because Atoga was secretly a cheapskate.

But of course, one shouldn’t point that out to his face.

“Hmm…”

Atoga thought for a moment with a troubled expression, then gestured for the assistant.

Then, Atoga whispered something into the assistant’s ear.

Seeing this, Demona spoke to Roan, looking thrilled enough to jump.

“Roan, it looks like the professor is going to give you something more!”

“Hmm.”

Roan, who could roughly picture what Atoga would be saying to the assistant, simply nodded.

“See? In today’s world, you have to claim what’s yours on your own. Roan is too nice, so he can’t manage without me~”

“You’re amazing, Demona.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have been able to say such a thing to the professor!”

“Hmph, I guess even a heretic must be acknowledged this time.”

When her friends praised the gloating Demona, it felt as though her nose, which was already quite high, stood even taller in an instant.

Before long, the assistant began to approach where Roan and his friends were sitting.

Demona nudged Roan’s side as if to say, ‘Look at that.’

─ Student Wicronon?

But the one the assistant called was Demona, not Roan.

“Roan isn’t from the Wicronon family, though? ……Were you a Wicronon too, Roan?! No wonder we got along so well!”

─ ……?

‘What do you mean we got along…!’

Demona opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Roan almost unleashed a curse spell for a moment, but narrowly realizing that they were still in class, he let out a deep sigh.

“There’s no way. He’s just calling you.”

“Ah, really?”

Only then did Demona turn toward the assistant.

The assistant hesitated for a moment before speaking.

─ You have a fine of 10 talants, student.

“Huh? I was already charged that earlier, though?”

Demona tilted her head as if asking why he was bringing up the same story again.

A fine of 10 talants had already been imposed earlier for attempting a proxy exam.

The assistant, unfamiliar with Demona’s speech pattern, was a bit dumbfounded, but soon explained calmly again.

─ Yes, separate from that, it is 10 talants, making it 20 talants in total. The reason is for raising unreasonable doubts about the professor’s teaching philosophy.

“Heeeyik! This kind of freedom of speech— mmmph!”