Chapter 346

Chapter 346

Click—

Roan cautiously opened the door and stepped out.

Even though it was late at night, Demona and Hector made it so he could never let his guard down…

Swing— swing—

“Yaaawn… bathroom…”

“I want to go to the bathroom…”

Just then, speak of the devil, Demona and Hector came out of their respective rooms as if they had made a promise.

‘Did those punks really make a promise?’

Roan even thought this because the timing was so coincidental.

The two, who walked while barely opening their eyes after waking from a deep sleep, eventually bumped their foreheads in the middle.

Thud—!

“Ack! Is it a heretic attack?!”

“Ack! D-don’t tell me, an inquisitor who discovered my black magic talent…!”

‘They’re acting so @#*&ing absurdly…’

True, since they were usually pathetic fellows, how much more pathetic would they be when drunk with sleep.

Watching their far more pathetic appearance than expected, Roan was lost for words.

Demona and Hector, snapping out of it, gritted their teeth.

“What? It really was the fanatic?!”

“Tsk, of course it was the heretic!”

“““To think I came out to go to the bathroom at the same time as you, what a disgrace!”””

Roan felt as if he were watching a performance of ‘OO-Man’ he had viewed in his childhood again.

The moment Demona and Hector grabbed each other by the collar at the same time, ready to fight at any moment!

“Huh? Roan?”

“Hmm? Isn’t that Roan?”

The two discovered Roan at about the same time and tilted their heads.

Demona spoke with a silly smile.

“I knew it, it wasn’t the fanatic, but Roan whom I was in sync with~”

“Who are you saying that to! The one in sync with Roan is me!”

Hector also shouted, as if refusing to lose.

Roan rubbed his throbbing forehead and thought.

‘No matter how I look at it, the ones in sync are you two…’

Then, Demona spoke in a sly voice.

“Roan, you went to the bathroom once and got totally hooked on it, didn’t you?”

“Ah, so that’s what— Kehuup-ggek-galk!”

Roan, unable to endure it any longer, ended up firing a curse magic at the two.

A special curse that was slightly more powerful than what he usually used!

“Do you guys wear coats and carry staves when you go to the bathroom?”

“N-No, t-that’s not…”

“We… didn’t…”

The two lay on the floor drooling, shaking their heads.

Hector seemed a bit aggrieved to be hit by the curse when he hadn’t said anything, but Roan didn’t care much.

Unlike Earth, collective responsibility was still strictly a thing in the Empire.

‘Anyway, even if I try to reduce my use of curse magic, they make it impossible.’

He tried to live right, but his surroundings simply did not help him.

In any case, his original plan was to sneak out of the dormitory alone, but now that things had turned out like this, a setback had occurred.

Demona and Hector, who had rolled around on the floor for a while as if in extreme pain, soon brushed themselves off and stood up to ask:

“But where are we going?”

“…We?”

Roan asked back in a cold voice as if it was completely news to him.

Furthermore, he hated the way they naturally tried to include themselves.

“Yeah, didn’t you prepare to head out?”

Of course, it was true that he was heading out.

‘It’s just that I wasn’t planning to go with you.’

Roan pondered deeply on what to do and eventually let out a sigh.

If he forced them to stay behind and they went somewhere and talked nonsense, it would be a huge problem.

“I was thinking of practicing holy magic outside.”

“Practice! I like practice!”

“Heek, I don’t want to.”

“Then you, heretic, go back to sleep. I won’t stop you.”

“T-That’s even worse!”

Although there was a slight difference in opinion, Demona and Hector soon finished preparing to follow Roan.

Roan and the other two cautiously descended to the first floor.

After confirming that there were no patrolling paladins, Demona cautiously called Roan.

“Hey, Roan.”

“What.”

“But do we really have to practice holy magic at dawn like this?”

‘…Are they sharp, or are they stupid?’

Roan was very grateful that his roommates were stupid guys like Demona and Hector.

Honestly, if one were a proud clergyman, they wouldn’t go out to practice holy magic at this late hour for no special reason, just as Demona said.

Those from monasteries did so for dawn prayers or penance, but those from holy noble families had no such reasons.

It meant that named figures like Trian or Jennifer would think, ‘Practicing holy magic at dawn? Suspicious,’ rather than ‘Oh~ he’s really practicing holy magic hard~’

But Roan had already prepared a fine excuse.

“Because they don’t teach it in class.”

“…Ah, that’s true.”

“You stupid heretic, would Roan head out in the dead of night if he actually had a guilty conscience?”

“…”

Roan was indeed stung by Hector’s banter and could say nothing.

In any case, Roan moved his feet to exit through the supply warehouse as he always did.

Meanwhile, Demona and Hector, who were following Roan:

“Roan, what are you doing? The door is over here.”

“Yeah, come on over.”

‘What idiots…!’

Were walking toward the main entrance with a dignity that was completely unimaginable for students sneaking out!

For Roan, who always utilized only the optimal times and paths through thousands of escape attempts, it was completely unimaginable.

The main entrance of the dormitory was the worst exit, with a detection rate of over 95%.

Furthermore, since it was a place where paladins deliberately set up ambushes, it was hard to first determine if they were there or not.

And if those two got caught, it would naturally become a serious obstacle to Roan’s escape as well.

“You can’t go that way, so come this…”

Roan hastily reached out to call the two, but it was already too late.

“Did Roan fail to find the way because it was dark?”

“Indeed. It seems his night vision is a bit poor.”

Because Demona and Hector had already passed through the main entrance while exchanging jokes that were highly insulting to Roan, a black mage.

Roan hastily gathered his mana, trying to evade the patrolling paladins who would soon arrive.

However.

“…?”

“Roan, what are you doing? Are you still there?”

“Is his night vision really that poor?”

Demona and Hector, even after completely passing through the main entrance, were calling Roan nonchalantly with nothing happening.

Roan was dumbfounded, wondering how this could be.

‘They really didn’t get caught? Piercing through the 95% probability…?’

What kind of luck was that!

As Roan stepped out of the main entrance hesitantly, Demona and Hector laughed heartily and spoke.

“Is your night vision really poor?”

“Haha, Roan is human after all, human.”

Roan gritted his teeth and retorted.

“Normally, exiting like this carries a high chance of getting caught. You’d be stuck with a fine.”

“What, really?”

“Is that true?!”

The two were surprised at the same time.

Then they nodded as if they finally understood.

“So that’s why you went out through that strange warehouse last time?”

“Now I get it.”

‘…You didn’t know until now?’

Why on earth was the world this unfair.

Roan shook his head and walked ahead.

Because Roan also welcomed not having to do troublesome things.

Then, suddenly,

“Then how did you get out back then?”

He turned around and asked.

At Roan’s question, the two stared at each other for a moment and answered as if it were obvious.

“We came out through the main entrance back then too?”

“We’re not thieves, so why would we go out through a window~”

“…”

‘Let’s just stop talking!’

The problem was that, even though he knew better than anyone that talking to them only brought him loss, his kind nature made him accommodate them.

Wooong—

[…Yes, it seems that way this time.]

A situation so absurd that even the false divinity acknowledged it.

Roan climbed the mountain behind the dormitory, feeling a severe sense of mental deprivation.

Rustle—

Also, Lucia, who was watching Roan, secretly followed behind.

* * *

The three people and the single tail stopped at an empty clearing halfway up the mountain.

Roan looked around first and spoke.

“This spot should do.”

“Great!”

“Ugh… cold.”

The one who started active practice first was Hector, who had stepped forward boldly.

Although Hector now frequently hung out with Demona, showing a broken and ugly side, he was originally a rather diligent student.

To make a comparison, he had the image of a hot-blooded physical character often found in shonen manga.

“Hup! Hup!”

Hector swung his large axe with all his might while shouting energetically.

Whoosh— whoosh—!

Every time he did so, a fairly strong wind pressure arose from the axe blade.

He was training using only reinforcement through holy power without casting holy magic.

‘Hmm, indeed, I need to make sure that fellow doesn’t grow too much.’

Roan thought, looking at Hector’s unusual combat power.

Especially considering nicknames like ‘Devil Destroyer’ that he had heard when obtaining the Eye of the Prophet, he had to be even more careful.

“Sigh, this is why one shouldn’t get close to ignorant fanatics~”

Meanwhile, Demona walked sluggishly toward a spot in the clearing, and:

Plop—

Sat right down on a rock protruding at a reasonable height.

Seeing that, Roan asked in bewilderment.

“…What are you doing?”

“Huh? I’m resting.”

“What about practice?”

“Why do I need to practice~ I’ll graduate if I just pass the time anyway, and I can live comfortably when I return to the family~”

Logically, it was a very true statement, but for some reason, Roan felt a surge of anger.

‘Demona Wicronon should have been the hidden character instead of Roan Darc!’

Why did the game present a player who achieved all-clear with a destiny to struggle without rest instead of a character who could just cruise by like that?

Roan, wishing for his friend’s true success, decided to provide a tiny bit of motivation.

“Kehuup-gek!”

“If you act that lazily, you might get kicked out of the family.”

“Wh-What? Why w-would I—ack!”

Demona rolled around on the ground with an expression of disbelief.

But Roan hadn’t told a lie.

Demona’s younger sister and current second in the line of succession for Wicronon, Elsia Wicronon.

For instead of Demona who vanished for some reason after graduation, Elsia usually led the Wicronon family.

“Gasp, gasp! Ouch, it stings!”

‘…Only that?’

Roan lamented the reality that his curse magic only received complaints of stinging.

‘In the future, I should fire off at least the Rotting Whispers of the Wraith.’

Although there was a minor incident, Demona soon began to do something that could be called training in her own way.

Flash— flash—

Demona beginning to emit strange, multicolored lights with her entire body!

“…What are you doing now?”

“What? I’m practicing just as you said!”

Demona grumbled at Roan’s question.

She sounded as if studying during class was already overwhelming, and she couldn’t understand why she had to be dragged here without sleep to do this.

…Although whether she actually studied in class had to be questioned first.

Smack—!

“Ack!”

“Since you followed me on your own, do it without complaining.”

“Heeing, okay…”

Demona, wearing a tearful face, began to emit light with more sincerity.