I Became a Demon Professor at the Academy - Chapter 130



130 – Regita – 12

To give one’s heart is to give one’s all.

To offer this is actually to take out the core of the body and give it. It is all the more so because in order to live without a heart, the body must be remodeled.

Quad Deuk—!

As I forcibly put my hand in to extract my heart, a silent scream soared from within the Danjeon.

Then, interest dwells in the eyes of the demon king. The expression of dissatisfaction is no longer visible on that face, which was slightly filled with anger.

Even in this false space, the pain is vivid.

The pain of breaking the intestines, the blood coming up constantly hinders breathing, and even the vision is blurred, so the ability to judge the situation is reduced.

“Stop.”

Sariel’s voice announces the end of this test.

The air is stagnant and does not flow, and she pats my shoulder as if she has done a good job.

When I came to my senses, it was just a dusty blacksmith’s shop again. I still felt the pain, but this must have just been my delusion.

Sariel closes her eyes once for a long time, then she opens them again. She looked at me with serious eyes as if she had finally decided something.

“You are really Jekyll.”

I muttered a single word like that.

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Kaaang—!

Her space changes as she strikes her hammer once more over her anvil.

The former appearance disappears without a trace, and the true blacksmith’s new appearance is luxurious.

The blades of the tools for which it is used and why cannot be determined have well-polished edges, and the smell of various ironware slightly stings the nose.

In the newly transformed space, Sariel stares blankly at me.

As if the existence of a country I hadn’t seen in a long time was so mysterious, I carefully looked at the place as if looking at an object.

“Do you still love Christine?”

“Yes.”

She answered right away. She nods her head to see if the answer was satisfactory.

“Among the sins, only you were considerate of others. I especially liked it.”

Saying that, Sariel tinkered with Ermethylene.

At that time, DeMerry and Louin, who came inside, looked very excited.

Well, the fact that Sariel, who had reached the pinnacle of weapon making, put her bottle down and grabbed her tool again was enough to make my heart flutter.

“Oh! Jekyll! Did it work out well?”

Ruin asked, her eyes twinkling. I nodded quietly.

“It’s not like he’s shaking his hands because of the alcohol… ?”

“Ah, no way. Sariel-sama, don’t make that mistake.”

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No matter what she said next to her, Sariel carefully examined the condition of Ermethylene, the raw material she had to process from now on.

“At this level, it belongs to the well-preserved side. I like it.”

Jekiel nodded quietly.

“Because it was stored in Ruikiran. They are also full of will to utilize Ermethylene, so they must have had no choice but to store it properly.”

“I see. OK, let’s get started right away. Insert the magic bullet.”

Is it okay if I call it a brazier? Sariel instructed me to put magic bullets in as I jumped into the brazier that was almost the size of a door.

Then Ruin brought a purple jewel from the side as if he had waited. DeMerry asked while tilting her head.

“Wow, is this really magic bullet?”

“Of course it is authentic. Normal heat won’t melt ermethylene. You’ll need to raise the temperature with magic bullets that respond to Sariel-sama’s magic.”

“It responds to magical energy and emits heat appropriate to it… It really exists. I only read it as an explanation.”

“There is nothing that cannot be done. This is Sariel-sama’s forge.”

At that moment, Sariel came out of the furnace. He quickly checked about three tools and said to Ruin.

“Light a fire.”

“Yes? Me?”

“Yes. Paste roughly. I need to take some medicine.”

When Ruin awkwardly nodded his head and tried to light the fire, it didn’t catch on. Jekiel had no choice but to step out.

Hwaaak—!

Since the difference in magical power between Ruin and Jekyel was not small, the fire started burning fiercely when Jekiel’s magical power was blown into it.

The flames were so strong that they soared upwards, like a waterfall defying gravity and rising upwards.

Sariel, who had arrived at some point, gave him an instruction while rubbing his eyes.

“The firepower needs to be stronger. It’s okay if you’re worried about the brazier. It will never melt in this furnace. So, recklessly increase the firepower.”

Then Jekiel raised his firepower without hesitation. Hwaaagh, the flames soaring higher were already white areas.

“Ugh…. I think I will ripen first.”

Demery wiped off the sweat that had formed on her before she knew it.

There was no lie in what I just said. That’s why, if they were careless even a little bit, they were on the verge of melting away.

I think this much will be ripe, but is there any more left?

More, more, more. Sariel talked like that for almost an hour, and eventually Demeri and Louin moved away. Now it was an area that could not be seen up close.

“Everyone be careful, I’m going to put in the ermethylene now.”

The thrown ermethylene went into the top of the furnace. Then the flames of the brazier rose like mad.

Zekiel and Sariel were already covered in sweat. At least the Demon Dragon, Regita, who was resistant to heat, was at ease even in this situation.

Sariel rather smiled as if he enjoyed it. Those deep pupils only held backflowing sparks.

She didn’t look like she was drunk and blind. If her body was shaking, it must be because of the heat.

“Hu, Jekiel-sama. I’m not kidding.”

As soon as Jekiel steps away, de Merry comes after her. Jekyll also agreed.

Artisan. A person who has reached a certain level in any field. And if you are a craftsman, it is natural for your every move to catch the attention of others.

Everyone backed away from the heat, but couldn’t take their eyes off it.

Art. It was an art that hurt my eyes a lot and was a little hot.

“Ugh, I’ll bring you some drinks. I’m dying of heat.”

Thick beads of sweat welled up on Sariel’s forehead.

Even her hair is burning, but she doesn’t mind. It was her will to direct all her magic power towards Ermethylene.

“Jekiel!”

“Yes.”

“You said this was for a present, right?”

“Yes.”

“Bring the gift recipient! Because I need his mana!”

“…Are you talking about Regita?”

“Yes, Er Methylene needs her master’s magic. If you don’t tame it now, it will become a weapon that won’t listen to you forever!”

“Regitara… “

Jekiel looked at Regita next to him. Regita, who watches the situation blankly, without thinking. She didn’t know if she would be able to channel her magic into it.

It didn’t take long to frown.

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No matter how much Regita looked at it, it didn’t look like she could infuse her magic with her own power.

‘But it’s not like there’s no way.’

There was a way to use Regita as a joint and have Jekiel put his hand on the furnace and inject magic into it.

Although it takes almost twice as much mana, it seemed like the only way for now.

“Ha ha.”

It’s never easy to be in charge of a dragon. He made the hesitant Regita stand in front of the furnace.

“Raise your hand.”

“A hand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. I’ll raise my hand. Like this. I put my hand up.”

Regita’s cross-eyed pupils, who didn’t seem to understand the English language, stared blankly at Jekiel. Sariel’s cry continues.

“There is no time to hesitate! Are you going to throw away this ermethylene?”

“I will do it right now.”

After sighing once, Jekiel put his hand on Regita’s back. A look of bewilderment was evident on Louin and Demerry’s faces.

“Jekiel-sama, are you really going to convert your magic power to suit the demon dragon’s body and push it in? The waste of mana during the conversion process is so extreme, isn’t it?”

“But there is no other way.”

At that, Ruin and Demery shut their mouths. Although I was worried about Jekiel, it was also true that there was no other way.

“Regitta.”

“Yes.”

“You, never let go of your hand.”

At first, Jekiel’s magical power, which had just swayed like the wind, now began to stir like a torrent and stir inside Regita’s body.

Jekiel’s magic power ignorantly pushes Regita’s magic power inside her body. And the pushed Regita’s magic naturally enters the circuit.

“Ah… “

Regita endures the pain silently.

This and that memory seems to come and go.

Memories dimly locked in consciousness. As if it were hallucinations, as if it were hallucinations, the distant memory rewinds and replays over and over again. However, it is not established as a definitive fact.

‘You must succeed.’

Jekiel is not without worries.

If you’ve come this far and can’t make Regita’s weapon, you’re done. He had a reason to bring her back to her sanity.

Sure.

‘Definitely!’

Once again, Jekiel blows his magic power as hard as he can.