Chapter 59

Dark attribute?

Surprisingly, although it was a very rare case, there was indeed a dark attribute in holy power as well.

To find cases in history, black knights or monks who chose the most painful asceticism were usually known to be suitable for the dark attribute.

However, in the case of the Wicronon family, it was famous that if even a drop of blood was mixed, including collateral branches, the same attribute would appear.

In the first place, Roan also knew Demona’s attribute well.

It was indeed the light attribute, the same as Sion’s.

— Demona Wicronon!

The priest finally called Demona’s name.

The contrast between Demona, who walked up to the altar with a bright smile as if she still hadn’t given up expectation for the dark attribute, and

the priests, who frowned like beasts in their displeasure over her blasphemy, was quite stark.

Furthermore, Eukerim even said something to the priest next to him in a manner of speaking that was so difficult and roundabout that the students couldn’t understand.

The priest was surprised, shaking his head and waving his hands at the same time.

Only Roan among the students understood those words.

Summarized, it was like this.

— Since Wicronon’s is already set anyway, is it really necessary to do it?

— The, the oath is strict! O Angel of Direct Stare!

In a way, Demona was truly amazing.

The moment Demona finally faced that giant eye straight on.

Exceptionally, instead of manifesting the attribute outwardly, Eukerim informed her of her attribute directly.

[“I, Eukerim, say: since ancient times, Wicronon, who has been Hiloa’s servant, has always been the light that illuminates the darkness prevalent in the world. This is an unchanging order and law even now, five thousand years later. O lamb standing before me, know this and have faith.”]

Roan thought, watching the scene.

‘Eukerim is narrower-minded than I thought.’

To think that an angel, of all things, wouldn’t even use an ability that wasn’t that difficult just because she asked a rude question!

Anyway, Demona, who heard Eukerim’s words, turned back to Roan and shouted as if to say ‘Look at that!’

“See! I told you I’m of the dark attribute!”

‘Just how on earth does one listen to hear it that way…?’

Roan clicked his tongue.

Eukerim also seemed dumbfounded, just revealing Demona’s attribute directly.

Flash——!

An immense light burst out from Demona’s body.

Although it was said to be the light attribute, same as Sion’s,

if there was a crucial difference between the two,

Flash— Flash—

if Sion’s was a holy light that was warm, continuous, and filled the observer with reverence,

Demona’s light was flashing without a moment’s rest, as if it belonged in a club.

Literally, light itself!

‘Normally, the light attribute of the Wicronon family is also similar to Sion’s, but…’

Roan shook his head.

The light Demona emitted was extremely noisy, even in its colors.

It was indeed a fuss that resembled its owner.

— Ugh! What is this?

The students were startled by the colorful lights piercing their eyes.

“Uh, uh-oh?”

Demona also didn’t seem to expect this reaction, speaking to Eukerim.

“This can’t be! Please check again!”

Of course, the priest shook his head firmly and got angry.

— What nonsense! Student Demona is light… for now, it’s light!

Since Eukerim had personally drawn out the attribute, trying to get a reassessment by doubting it was already a very rude thing,

— …If you do not want to clean the restrooms for your entire enrollment period, please return quietly.

in the first place, Demona had already firmly gotten on the priests’ bad side.

“Heeing…”

In the end, Demona returned to the seat next to Roan with a dejected look, her shoulders slumped.

Perhaps because she was a Wicronon, her talent was outstanding, as all kinds of colored lights were still flashing from her body.

“Oh? Roan, look at this! There’s black here too? Isn’t it indeed the dark attribute?”

“It’s a shadow.”

“No! I definitely saw it!”

“…Think whatever you want to think.”

“Hehe, as expected!”

Roan decided to just give up on Demona.

Demona was happy as Demona, and Roan was comfortable as Roan, which was the optimal way.

‘Anyway, it should be my turn now.’

The turn after Demona was Roan.

…How on earth did he end up with his attendance number right next to a fellow like this.

By this point, that fact was more annoying than standing before the Angel of Direct Stare.

— Roan Darc! Come forward!

The priest called Roan’s name.

Eukerim’s eyes spun around and turned toward Roan.

Sneakily—

Roan, who had no effect anyway, avoided Eukerim’s eyes for no reason!

‘There’s nothing good about looking.’

It was an expression of his will to delay the final moment as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Eukerim spoke in a slightly heightened tone.

[“O Darc, strong and straight-reaching Darc, the Angel of Direct Stare remembers the blood of Darc! It is a meeting with a descendant of bravery, so how is it not regrettable and joyful? O noble blood of Darc, come before me, Eukerim.”]

“Ah, yes.”

Roan replied indifferently, still not making eye contact.

Because he had experienced people making a fuss about Darc so much here and there, he wasn’t particularly surprised now, even if the opponent was an angel.

Well, they must have caught a demon or a black mage together at some point.

And then he walked slowly with sluggish steps for no reason.

Hummmm—

The False Divinity was vibrating confidently, telling him not to worry too much, but…

‘There’s no way I can trust this fellow.’

Roan didn’t hold any expectations in the first place.

That was because the opponent was none other than the Angel of Direct Stare.

No matter how great the authority was, it could only fall short of an angel’s level of existence.

— …Student Darc, please come quickly.

To make matters worse, even the priest, who couldn’t bear to watch, lost patience and urged him like this.

‘Is there really no way?’

Of course, even in the midst of that, he tried to search for a way to overcome this situation.

…The problem was that the only things that came to mind were useless ideas like poking Eukerim’s eyeballs.

‘Or perhaps Harden miraculously appearing.’

Roan smirked at such thoughts.

It would be more realistic to just poke Eukerim’s eyes, run away with all his might, and escape Acherandir just like that.

Just then.

“Oh, you are doing something interesting at just the right time?”

“Yes, Principal. But right now I’m feeling distracted—???”

Roan, who was answering bluntly to the familiar voice, was instantly astonished.

Beside him, Harden, who had appeared out of nowhere, was smiling broadly.

— P-Principal!

At Harden’s sudden visit, the Great Prayer Hall was turned upside down once.

Not only the priests serving Eukerim, but even the students attending the class bowed flat on the ground or lowered their heads.

Roan also knelt on one knee immediately to show respect.

“Enough. Everyone, stand up. By the way, is it ‘coincidentally’ and ‘by chance’ Darc’s turn to receive the attribute classification?”

Harden’s way of speaking did not look like the product of coincidence to anyone.

But there was no one who dared to doubt Harden.

When Harden asked, the priest nodded hurriedly, saying it was so.

“Oh. Then since this is also fate, I shall personally classify Darc.”

[“O supreme Holy Spirit, I, Eukerim, say: this teaching is a duty entrusted to the Angel of Direct Stare by oath…”]

As Eukerim tried to claim his share, Harden furrowed his brows.

“Just do it normally. I believe I told you to do so last time.”

Regardless of using informal or formal language, it was a slangy and insolent tone that was unbelievable to be used toward an angel!

[“I, Eukerim, express concern: there is a purpose for the messenger of God to descend to the earth…”]

“Tsk. That third-person speech style is a bit…”

“…Holy Spirit. I would very much like to personally classify student Darc. The class is under my jurisdiction, and I have a fairly deep connection with Darc in my own way…”

In the end, Eukerim had to endure the humiliation (?) of speaking in his spoken voice to two people in a single day.

Roan broke out in a cold sweat just by listening to the conversation between the two while kneeling.

‘In the first place, the setting was that Harden was destined to become Hiloa’s apostle…’

An apostle meant the direct demigods of the gods in God and Devil.

Rising to the position of divinity in a human body was absurd in itself, but an apostle of the chief god Hiloa was practically no different from a god.

Furthermore, in terms of settings, even in his current state as a Holy Spirit, Harden’s combat power was just below that of the combat-type gods.

Normally, a Holy Spirit was a form taken by those who failed to become apostles,

but Harden had personally rejected the apostle rank to remain on earth and established Acherandir as a Holy Spirit.

On the other hand, although Eukerim was an angel, he was a fresh rookie created only a little over 4,000 years ago!

Not only was Harden far superior in age alone, but the difference in their level of existence was indescribable.

The Principal, who held the upper hand in existence level even against an angel!

Besides, come to think of it, the oath with Eukerim was also one where Harden was definitely the ‘dominant party’.

‘2,318 years ago, when subjugating the Great Demon Duke Rotipulos, Eukerim borrowed Harden’s power.’

In return, Harden had made him swear to become a professor at Acherandir utilizing Eukerim’s trait.

Anyway, even if Eukerim tried to hold his ground, he was in the position of a fruit fly blown away by a snort in front of Harden, with a bit of exaggeration.

“Well, I know all that, but I’m the principal here first. Right?”

Harden smiled and stared intently at Eukerim.

Whoosh—

“O-Of course.”

In the end, Eukerim’s giant eye turned away, avoiding Harden.

If angels had sweat glands, he would have been sweating coldly by now.

“Now, come here, Darc.”

Harden fluttered up onto the altar and spread his arms wide to Roan with a most benevolent smile.

‘What is he planning to do again…’

Looking at that scene, Roan felt like he would rather be classified by Eukerim.

Was Harden repeatedly making things difficult, when it could have ended peacefully if he was just caught as a black mage?

Of course, most of the students excluding him,

— I heard Darc is being personally classified by the Principal!

— I’m so jealous!

— Such a lucky bastard…

were pouring out envy and jealousy to their hearts’ content, completely unaware of his inner feelings.

Since he couldn’t play the trick of walking slowly even to Harden who knew his identity,

Roan stood before Harden, although he didn’t feel like it at all.

And Harden placed his hand on the crown of his head and closed his eyes for a moment.

‘What on earth is he thinking…’

Before Roan’s thought of completely distrusting Harden could even finish,

Ruuuumble——

A terrifying black energy burst out explosively from Roan’s body.

— Wh-What is it?!

Naturally, a commotion broke out inside the Great Prayer Hall.

— Darc was a black mage?!!?!

It was a sight where they could only think that way.

…And it was actually the correct answer.

Roan barely called the False Divinity even in a situation where his soul felt like it was escaping.

‘You punk, didn’t you tell me to only trust you!’

If the authority was working properly, why on earth would dark mana be discharged in this kind of color!

Hummmm——

The authority vibrated intensely, as if it had something to say for itself.

‘The Holy Spirit did that, so what do you want me to do!’

…It seemed it didn’t really have anything to say.

Anyway, it was just that the black energy was so explosive; naturally, it did not jump out of Roan’s body in the state of pure dark mana.

As a result of Roan and the False Divinity analyzing the situation with all their might, it was indeed holy power, but it was simply discharged with a black color.