The Demon Prince goes to the Academy - Chapter 371

Chapter 371

– Kwareung!

A blinding flash of light exploded beyond burning the wood block.

-Rumble!

And as he heard the expanded air dissipate in a shrill thunderous sound, Mr. Epinhauser nodded quietly.

“Lightning… … .”

Liana calmly watched as the block of wood was smashed.

It is an outdoor training ground used when experimenting with large-scale destructive magic.

Although it was vacation, Mr. Epinhauser was in the process of consulting Riana de Granz’s condition and checking her abilities.

Riana de Granz’s ability was to manipulate electricity.

However, that has now changed to the ability to drop lightning from the sky.

It wasn’t almost instant like usual, but it took time to concentrate, but Liana clearly dropped a lightning bolt.

“There is a possibility that your ability has evolved into a psychic power related to weather. I still need to figure it out a bit more.”

Liana was still able to handle the electric shock. However, after the death of Duke Grantz, Liana’s ability faced some change.

“Don’t worry about me and try to fully develop your existing abilities.”

“yes.”

Mr. Epinhauser stood back and watched Liana practice her skills.

As an electric field formed around Liana’s body, it exploded around her.

-Quarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As if trying to burn everything around her, wild electric currents raged around her and began to radiate in all directions as if they were alive.

At the same time as being able to summon lightning, the existing ability was maximized.

“Enough, this is enough.”

“Control… … . It’s hard.”

“It will gradually get better.”

The output of the ability itself was greatly amplified, but as a result, Liana, whose ability control itself was her main skill, lost the subtlety of handling the ability itself.

Sensei Epinhauser had no choice but to stop the experiment because it seemed that the entire ecliptic as well as the temple would be disturbed by the sound of thunder and lightning.

– Pajik! Paperweight!

In the middle of the white smoke billowing training ground, Mr. Epinhauser watched Riana blankly, holding her right hand up, as she fired lightning from within.

Liana slowly walked out of the training ground and stood in front of Epinhauser.

“Wouldn’t this be enough?”

I didn’t ask what it lacked, but Epinhauser doesn’t know what that means.

plural.

There is also no need to ask who the revenge is for.

Talk about enough.

This is more than enough.

Because the current demon king is only regarded as an absolute being in people’s excessive fantasies.

“I guess so.”

But Epinhauser was in no position to tell the truth.

“But it’s already a threatening enough ability. Use with caution.”

“yes.”

At Epinhauser’s words, Liana quietly generated an electric current from her fingertips.

“teacher.”

“Tell me.”

Liana hadn’t given much thought to her psychic powers until now. Because I never thought I would live my life fighting.

“This is the first time I’ve felt fortunate to have my abilities like this.”

Blitz.

A superpower that specializes in attacks more than any other superpower.

The speed, destructive power, and killing range are unmatched.

For the first time, Liana was grateful that her ability was like this.

Epinhauser silently watched as Liana stared at the blue light as if bewitched.

Liana’s abilities have grown by leaps and bounds.

However, Liana, who is trying to stand up to the huge name of the Demon King, cannot be satisfied with this.

more.

more.

You must become stronger.

“Can I also enhance my magical power?”

I don’t just believe in my abilities.

He wants to make the strength of his pure body his own.

“You’d be better off specializing in your organ. If you care about strengthening your magic power, neither of these things will work.”

“Reinhardt did it.”

There is a precedent called Reinhardt, who was a psychic but did not settle for his abilities and even strengthened his magical powers. Reinhardt is a special case in many ways, but that doesn’t come into Liana’s eyes.

Be strong.

If so, you should get all the strength you can have.

Liana was feeling the compulsion to be blind to strength in order not to be weighed down by the name of the Demon King.

The departure was late.

It just has a different starting line: psychic powers. While others are working hard, Liana has been complacent and has passed the time without worrying about the future.

Now, if you are going to work hard, you have to work harder than anyone else.

Epinhauser looked at Liana and spoke briefly.

“I can’t say it’s impossible.”

Liana nodded as if that answer was all she needed.

* * *

“What would you like to do?”

I was talking to Sarkegar in my room in the dorm.

Was used by Bertus. He was also used by Owen de Getmora. But Bertus said, as we had talked about long ago, that the Empire needs enemies.

The remnants of the demon lord’s forces that are secretly moving somewhere.

It maintains the solidarity of mankind. Previously, if the Dark Land was defined as an enemy, now it seeks to unite the empire with a new concept of terrorism.

This may not be the last time he disguises himself as the Devil and takes care of troublesome things.

Naturally, I had no intention of touching Bertus.

Just a Merchant Guild Master.

A traitor to the revolutionary forces and the one who will devour them.

I had to decide what to do with him.

“I don’t like it, but the imperial family seems to define us as a necessary evil. It must be that our forces will never be completely rebuilt. Truly arrogant.”

Sarkegar’s tone was tinged with anger.

Not even being treated as an enemy as a fallen enemy, the imperial family treats the demon world as a mask that can be used arbitrarily. Sarkegar seemed resentful of that.

Owen de Getmora.

He must have known at least that his life was in danger. Even if we couldn’t touch the prince, getting rid of him wouldn’t be difficult for us.

The moment Owen decided to use us, it was no different than offering himself.

Killing Owen de Getmora will stop the imperial family from engulfing the revolutionaries.

However, if the revolutionary forces in chaos begin to riot after that, that is not what I want.

Sarkegar might prefer chaos.

Eliminating the leadership of the revolutionary forces and putting them under control is not Bertus’ strategy.

I had a strong conviction that my post-mortem response was also within the scope of Bertus’ strategy.

Kill or save Owen de Getmora.

Through which of the two decisions he chooses, it is clear that Bertus is trying to figure out the disposition of the remnants of the Pandemonium.

In the case of Lebarrier Ranche, the imperial family would still not be sure what my intentions were in killing LeBeria Ranche.

The imperial family would still be confused as they did not know what the intention was to cause the incident that had brought too good results to the empire.

If I kill Owen de Getmora and get in the way of the revolution’s power disorganization, the imperial family will make a judgment about the remnants of the Demon Realm. The case of Leverrier Ranche was just a coincidence, and the Pandemonium’s goal was to overthrow the Empire.

Unless Owen de Getmora is killed, the Imperial Family will refrain from drawing conclusions.

Leaving the revolutionary forces with no possibility of joining hands with them forever would not be helpful when presuming that the Pandemonium’s intention was to rebuild the Pandemonium.

Leaving Owen alive could suggest that the group has other ulterior motives, rather than a group focused on wreaking havoc on the Empire. However, if so, it can also make you feel doubts about why the hell you tried to join hands with the revolutionary forces in the first place.

“We cannot convince our enemies of who we are.”

There is no reason for the imperial family to know what we are pursuing. The moment we decide to take Owen’s life, the attitude of the imperial family towards us is fixed.

Bertus wants to use us. There is no reason to convince them that we are the enemy once the existence that should be the enemy will acknowledge our existence.

“It’s disgusting, but Owen de Getmora lets it live. There would be nothing wrong with having a connection with the imperial family that can be approached from the perspective of the Demon World forces in some way.”

“Yes lower.”

Sarkegar nodded in agreement.

You can’t be obsessed with saving or killing someone based on personal feelings.

The moment I thought that, I suddenly thought that I was acknowledging that I had become a person who casually weighed someone’s life on the scales.

* * *

“What was your reaction?”

“There was an expression of anger at the mention of borrowing the name once, but he did not lay a hand on me.”

Bertus sat on the couch in his office, watching Owen de Getmora sip tea.

“I didn’t think you’d come back alive, but surprisingly.”

“I thought so too, Your Highness.”

Owen de Getmora.

One of the leaders of the revolutionary forces and a traitor. Now it was going to devour the revolutionary forces that had lost their heads. And slowly, the group wearing the mask of revolution will be swung here and there, and then it will sink.

Although he was a traitor, in the end he also returned alive from a place where his life was in danger.

The chief contributor to this operation was Owen de Getmora.

Although there was Bertus’s instructions, he made a plan, manipulated the correspondence, and skillfully manipulated the words that moved in between to bring everyone together.

actually.

There were more opposing opinions from the leadership of the revolutionary forces to the opinion of joining hands with the Demon World forces.

However, as Owen moved his letters and words, he misunderstood everyone that the majority of the leadership had already agreed to cooperate with the Demon Realm.

Bertus had many thoughts.

What the hell do they want?

When I heard that he had contacted Owen and said he wanted to hold hands, I wondered if the purpose was to overthrow the Empire.

However, when their plan went awry, so to speak, at the moment when they had to spit on the ruined board, they quietly backed off.

Since the goal was to overthrow the empire, he joined hands with the revolutionary forces.

Then I had to kill Owen. If the plan is ruined, it should at least cause chaos.

But Owen de Getmora returned safely. Did you know that in case Owen dies, there are already plans to absorb the next revolution?

No, Bertus is sure that the probability of that is very low. If he had known that Owen was a traitor, there would have been no reason to contact him in the first place.

“I don’t know what they want.”

Is it chaos or stability? If it is stability, why the hell do you want the stability of the enemy country?

Bertus felt like he had solved a big problem, but had fallen into a bigger labyrinth.

“Anyway, tell me now.”

“What do you mean?”

At Bertus’ words, Owen smiled.

“Why did you betray me?”

Owen wasn’t the spy Bertus had put in from the start. After a Rotary club business, he suddenly came and confessed everything.

Owen narrows his eyes and looks at the teacup.

“The merchant had a dream.”

“It’s a dream… … .”

“Yes, it took quite a long time before I realized that it was a dream that could not come true, but I knew it was a dream even late, so I tried to wake it up.”

“I guess it’s true that he was quite serious about the revolution.”

“Is it possible?”

I seriously dreamed of a revolution. Owen calmly admits to the most beneficiary of the caste system that he seriously denied it.

He is an old man who risked his life to meet the remnants of the demon world alone. So even in front of Bertus, he had no choice but to be bold in his own way.

The old merchant dreamed of a world where everyone was equal. Earnestly.

“What can I say about something that has already disappeared, but rather than dreaming of the revolution itself, they seemed to live intoxicated with themselves debating what a revolution is. Also, you can see that the ranks are divided and the way you treat them differently depending on whether you are from the Orbis class or not and how much the internal logic of the revolution has become… … . I realized something different.”

“Other?”

“Yes, it is true that humans are originally like that.”

The essence of human beings is discrimination and distinction.

Owen realized that even those who dreamed of equality tried to classify them according to their origins from within.

“Even when that new world comes, people will be classified and tried to be classified in that way, and among those distinguished, some will be honored and treated as special, while others will be despised and despised. If that is human nature, then why would we need a new world if the distinctions are not disappearing but only the indicators of the divisions are changing?”

“The old merchant realized too late that there was no reason to get rid of the stable divisions that already existed if we couldn’t get rid of divisions, and that there was no reason to go to the blood while replacing divisions with divisions.”

Bertus stared at Owen de Getmora, who was talking about it.

He dreamed of a revolution, but after experiencing the appearance of a revolutionary organization for a long time, he knew that this did not eliminate discrimination and division, but only created new ones.

That’s why he judged that such a revolution would not be good, so he found Bertus.

I didn’t replace the pyramid and met the person who is now at the top of the pyramid.

Bertus gave Owen de Getmora a fishy smile.

“The words are plausible, but in the end, isn’t it just an expression of resentment or betrayal caused by not being from the Orbis class and not being able to become the leader?”

He was loyal to the organization like a dog, but in the end, he couldn’t join the Orbis class graduate faction, so he couldn’t join the leadership.

It wasn’t because it was unfair that he had to be content with being an executive. Owen de Guetmoira burst into laughter at Bertus’s malicious words.

“Hehe, is that all? There was a reason because he was a lowly guy who made money, and there was a reason because he was not a noble. majesty.”

“ha ha ha! haha. under. Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Bertus laughed impatiently at Owen de Getmora’s gory joke.

The reason why Owen couldn’t become the head of an organization that dreamed of a revolution in itself tells us how contradictory the revolutionary organization was.

Bertus laughed for a while, then wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and grinned.

“Okay, anyway, good work this time. I’ll call you again if I have work later.”

“Please call me anytime, Your Highness.”

Bertus watched silently as Owen bowed and left.

I had a dream and I knew it was a false dream.

So, did Owen de Guetmo, who pushed all the dreamers together into the pit of hell, betrayed or made a decision?

Owen de Getmora had a dangerous dream, but he abandoned it earlier than others and obtained indulgences for selling out those he once dreamed of.

Bertus is not interested in such things.

I was just watching that the old merchant’s back wasn’t that wide.