I Want To Save the Academy Time-Limited Madman - Chapter 128



128 – 9.5 Faberde, If I were to like someone for the rest of my life.

7 days since I met Trainee A.

-Still focused on training. Although he complains outwardly, he’s the most enthusiastic when it comes to training. He’s quite diligent in his own way.

49 days since I met Trainee A.

-His swordsmanship has noticeably improved. He’s still following the hellish curriculum diligently. I’m not sure about his talent, but his diligence is certain. He has a weird taste in food, like putting pickled peppers in curry.

100 days since I met Trainee A.

-He single-handedly defeated a giant monster. The trainee continues to grow by following my teachings without fail. The sight of him rushing towards me after defeating the monster, looking like a young child, made me laugh unintentionally.

It’s been 128 days since I met my disciple.

-As an instructor, I’ve acquired the basic stance and strength. Now it’s time to move on to magic manipulation. Contrary to my expectations, my disciple has been growing rapidly through relentless training. Watching him change day by day fills me with a sense of pride. Even if he returns to his original world one day, this feeling will remain eternal.

It’s been 189 days since I met my disciple.

-He can now wield high-level magic with the help of staff. My disciple’s abilities are increasing daily. Yet, he doesn’t show any arrogance and instead dedicates himself to training. It’s strange, but it moves me.

It’s not a feeling of joy, nor is it pride. Even today, I couldn’t say a word when he approached me.

When he smiled and asked for praise, I was so intimidated that I ended up scolding him, telling him not to be arrogant.

What is this strange feeling?

If I had to pinpoint it, is it anxiety?

Even now, as I write this diary, his body is gradually changing, as if he doesn’t belong in this world.

It’s been 247 days since I met my disciple.

-My disciple suggested taking a day off and going somewhere. I was about to reject the absurd idea, but when he grabbed my hand, my stubborn heart softened. As an instructor, it was clearly unbecoming behavior.

In the end, I was led by his hand to a high hill. When I opened my eyes, the starry night sky unfolded before me.

It wasn’t a breathtaking sight, but for him, it was a sorry affair. I had seen this view every day when I was alone, so I thought it was nothing special.

But the night sky, which I hadn’t seen in a long time, was beautiful. It’s strange. When I saw it alone, I didn’t feel anything…

Feeling puzzled, I gazed at him, bathed in the starlight. Only then did I realize why the sky seemed beautiful.

For no reason, I felt a strange sense of unease and averted my eyes, pushing my instructor’s hat down.

It was a beautiful day.

It’s been 340 days since I met my diary.

I had a nightmare.

A very, very terrible nightmare.

…

It was just another ordinary day.

That day, my diary provided a delicious meal for Fabre and headed straight to the training grounds.

Fabre’s expression while eating looked somehow gloomy, but I tried to ignore it. There must be a reason why Fabre’s face looked dark.

“…Is it slowly approaching?”

He touched his hand, which was gradually becoming transparent. It signified that the days he had left with her were numbered.

Although he was slowly coming back to life in the real world, my diary was like a terminally ill person waiting for his final day. He didn’t want to return to his original world.

In his original world, she didn’t exist.

Fabre was already a dead person.

The instructor, who knew this fact better than anyone, hadn’t spoken to him properly for a month. He only wrote down training methods on paper.

“Do you think I’m someone who’s going to leave anyway?”

My diary didn’t say much to the instructor either. He just hoped that today would pass safely.

“…I don’t want to part like this.”

After finishing his training, my diary headed to the instructor’s house, muttering to himself. For nearly a year, Fabre had become an indispensable existence to him.

As an instructor, and as a friend who shared his heart.

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As I thought about these complicated feelings, I arrived at the house. Seeing the home that had taken responsibility for me in this world, my diary couldn’t help but stop in his tracks.

“…Why is it ruined?”

The house, which held memories of us, was in ruins. It was so devastated that I couldn’t even recognize its shape.

The dishes he had made were scattered all over the floor.

“This is…”

He calmly assessed the situation. In this world, there were only two humans: Fabre and himself. Had the monsters created this situation? No, that wasn’t it.

Fabre wouldn’t just stand by idly. Was it possible that the monster was stronger than the master? Such a monster wouldn’t exist. It would be difficult to find someone stronger than Fabre even if he searched the entire continent.

Naturally, the suspect narrowed down to one person. Dias, who was searching through the rubble, discovered a woman with a scar above her eye, wearing a uniform. He carefully called out her name.

“Fabre…?”

She turned her head, gazing at him with an eerie, demonic-like expression, giving Dias a fleeting sense of unease. He instinctively felt it.

He sensed a killing intent.

A powerful killing intent that he had never felt before, even from his master.

“You… “

Fabre gazed at him, slowly approaching.

“What were you doing here? Where’s your home?”

He tried to converse with his master, but she showed no intention of responding, instead punching him in the stomach.

“Ugh…!”

As he fell to the ground in pain, Fabre seized the opportunity, climbing on top of him and choking him.

“You’ve finally found me.”

“…Cough!”

“I still can’t forget your name, ‘Seulgwi’. My comrades died to catch just you.”

“…..”

It seemed she was mistaking him for Seulgwi.

He felt a sense of doubt, even as his neck was being choked. In the world of his memories, he was a free spirit, unaffected by Seulgwi’s curse.

Why was she mistaking him for Seulgwi? Moreover, this had never happened in the past year?

“Answer me. I clearly struck you down with my sword that time. How are you here?”

Fabre continued to choke him with a calm tone. Naturally, Dias couldn’t respond, his neck constricted.

“…..”

As he couldn’t answer, Fabre made her own deductions. Why was the person she had killed still alive?

“Perhaps…”

She gritted her teeth, her words laced with anger.

“Dias. Are you going to kill even my disciple now?”

Her face, always maintaining its calmness, was now distorted by strong fury.

“Don’t take it away.”

Her arm muscles tensed, as if she would never let go.

“Don’t take anything else from me…!”

She pleaded, her voice almost a scream.

Dias, on the verge of fainting, mustered his last strength to grab his master’s shoulder. The constricting force weakened.

“Let go of this person.”

Seizing the opportunity, he chanted a spell, separating the demonic energy from Fabre.

The demonic energy dissipated, and she lost consciousness. Dias gazed at the woman in front of him, massaging his sore neck.

The young master, now a dark, crying spirit, grasped his hand.

“I’ve been too careless. This is that kind of world.”

[Don’t take it away…]

This is the world of memories. The owner is my master.

[Please… please.]

This evil spirit was created by Faberde himself.

[Don’t leave me…]

The sense of loss from losing a colleague to the ‘Seol-gwi’ monster.

The guilt of being the only one left alive.

The anger towards the one who killed their colleague.

The anxiety of Diel leaving soon.

The fear of being left alone again.

Faberde, who had endured all these emotions silently, had unknowingly created an evil spirit.

The evil spirit, in the form of a young girl, continued to shed tears and cling to him.

Diel grasped his staff.

The evil spirit had to be exorcised.

[Don’t disappear. Stay by my side forever.]

“…..”

He put down his staff.

Diel hadn’t learned how to exorcise his teacher. He was just making a promise he couldn’t keep to a small ghost.

“I’ll come back again.”

It was a lie.

There was no way to return to the spiritual world.

[…Okay?]

“I’ll find a way to come back here no matter what.”

[If you don’t go, then…?]

“Sorry. I’ll try to come back as soon as possible. Can you just wait a little longer?”

[…Alright. I promise.]

They made a promise, and the ghost smiled as if it felt good.

The ghost’s form gradually shrunk and eventually disappeared.

Diel, relieved of his tension, collapsed to the ground. Then, Faberde, who had fainted, opened her eyes.

She looked at her trainee’s state and asked with a puzzled expression.

“Trainee A, why are you lying on the ground?”

“…I’m going crazy.”

.

“I had a terrible nightmare. That’s why, Trainee A.”

Faberde, who was holding Diel in a princess carry, said.

“Why.”

“When do you plan to stay in this position?”

“Until my limbs relax.”

“Hmph.”

She clicked her tongue, disapproving of Diel’s carefree attitude. The night sky was still filled with stars that delighted the eyes.

It was the most beautiful world she had seen in her childhood. But nothing had changed.

This world was like that.

It was her own world, where nothing changed greatly.

In this lonely night sky, a man appeared. He raised his hammer and struck a nail.

“I like you.”

“…..”

Although she didn’t show it on the outside, her breath seemed to stop.

Even when she fought with Seol-gwi, her heart didn’t beat this fast.

The carefree Faberde finally stopped in his tracks at his last words.

“If there’s someone I’ll like for the rest of my life, I can confidently say it’s you.”

“…It’s hot today.”

“It’s cold.”

“I’m going crazy from the heat.”

Everything in the world remained the same.

The starry galaxy shone with the same light, and the dense forest bore the same fruit. The ridiculously expensive tulips, no matter how many times they were cut, grew back and maintained the scenery.

Only this man was different.

This wasn’t the first confession she had received in her life. She had been popular with anyone, and hundreds of people had expressed their admiration for Faberde. She had rejected them all, not really interested.

But this was the last confession she received.

Perhaps the meaning of “I like you” wasn’t romantic feelings, but…

The Diaruga might disappear from her world at any moment.

One thing was certain.

“It’s hot… but I feel good. So, how far did we talk?”

“What’s the good point?”

“…Hmm. Hmm.”

“Shouldn’t we ask about the bad points first? It seems harder to find those.”

This man had completely changed her world.

The nail he had struck was firm, and it wouldn’t come loose, it seemed.

That’s what she thought.

.

364 days since I met the person who likes me.

Diaruga, I-

I don’t want to part with you.

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, in a week, or in a month, I want to walk with you, watching the night sky, just like usual.

I want to climb the night cherry blossom tree with you, listen to your stories by the warm fireplace, and gaze at the night sky.

If there’s someone I’ll like for the rest of my life…

It’s probably you.

Can I say this right before we part?

I have to say it.

It’s frustrating that I don’t have the courage to speak.

.

Faberde swung his sword wildly.

Every time he swung his sword, the earth cracked.

“The path ahead is long.”

Without ceasing, she swung her sword to destroy the world, thinking to herself.

If this world were to disappear, would I die once again?

Or would I roam the world as a ghost’s body for the rest of my life?

None of that matters.

As long as I can meet him, the possibility of meeting him exists, even if the end is destruction. She vowed to destroy this world a hundred times over.

Her massive sword slashed through the sky once more.

“…It’s done.”

Finally, the world began to crumble little by little.

Pavuerde was overjoyed, her face radiant with excitement.

She would finally meet her true world.