Chapter 90

“How in the world.”

Fel stared at the blazing Lumen Asteria with a bewildered gaze.

“Why did you go this far! Why! For what reason!!”

Before his eyes unfolded a scene of utter chaos, a pandemonium from hell.

“Ha, hahaha! How amusing.”

The villain, who in the short span of a month had fallen to a state that seemed to gather all the ugliness of the world, burst out laughing at the world.

“If I can’t have it, it’s better that it disappears!!!”

“You crazy son of a bitch!!!”

Fel drew the Sword of Doctrine.

“Go ahead, try to save the people as best you can. In the end, it will all be meaningless in the face of the world’s destruction. Demon, I will let you eat more, so save me.”

《As the contractor wills.》

A shadow fell over the old man’s body, and he vanished in an instant.

* * *

The final boss of Part 1 of Lapidemy was Lerwon who had become Ouroboros, and the final boss of Part 2 was the current Pope Caelus, who came to command 108 demons, ‘Boss Solomon’.

The Pope, expelled from the Church, was originally supposed to become a back-alley vagrant and meet a lonely death.

However, fate twisted, and an anomaly occurred.

Ignos, who followed only the Pope, should have followed the newly elected Pope, but there was a man who decided to follow Solomon instead of the new Pope.

The head of the Ignos family, who, unlike Caelus, was not a person of caution, moved according to the Pope’s will, and in the end, Solomon, the ruler of 108 demons, the King of a Hundred and Eight Pacts, was born.

In the Part 1 Lerwon boss fight, the damage was contained to the Academy and a part of the capital, but in Part 2, Boss Solomon appeared here and there causing havoc, so the damage was widespread.

“The boss fight itself wasn’t that difficult.”

Perhaps because they had been cursed at so much for the difficulty adjustment of the Part 1 final battle, there were passive debuffs called ‘King’s Curse’ and ‘God’s Curse,’ so it wasn’t difficult.

“But it was also criticized a lot for being a luck-based trash game.”

《What are you talking about?》

“Just talking to myself.”

It’s just not right if the explanation gets too dense.

《You are speaking nonsense.》

Albedo shot me a look as if to say, ‘What’s with him?’

“How dare you glare at your heavenly master?”

《Heavenly master, my foot.》

…Somehow, it feels like Albedo’s words are getting rougher too.

“Is the saying ‘he who touches pitch shall be defiled’ a real thing?”

《So, was it worth going out using someone else as bait?》

“Yeah, a little.”

In this world, there is lie-detection magic.

It would be strange not to utilize such a convenient miracle as magic.

“I’m not stupid enough to fall for a trick I already know. The method to avoid getting caught by lie-detection magic is surprisingly simple.”

If I believe the lie I’m telling is the truth, it doesn’t become a lie.

《You can cast a suggestion. With a suggestion, you will believe any lie to be the truth.》

“That’s why another mage is present.”

Because the number of mages who can perform both lie-detection and suggestion confirmation at the same time can be counted on one hand.

“That’s also why the expression ‘through Professor Artemia’s lie-detection magic, under the observation of Professor Beatrice, cheating was detected’ was used at the last medal ceremony.”

That’s why people blindly believe the truth revealed through lie-detection and suggestion confirmation. The Pope is a man who is an expert at exploiting that blind faith.

“So Fel and Tan had a hard time revealing the Pope’s evil deeds.”

Because all the witnesses the Pope had kept alive were those who had come to blindly believe in him through clever tricks.

In the end, they somehow managed to find a witness who hadn’t fallen into the Pope’s clutches, and the hidden victim played a decisive role in proving the Pope’s evil deeds.

《You truly know a bizarre amount of things.》

“Isn’t that what you find interesting?”

《Indeed.》

Albedo didn’t deny it.

Just then, I sensed a presence. I was gently stroking Albedo’s tail, and I put him in my pocket.

“Who is it?”

I held my breath and clenched my fists.

However, as soon as I saw the person’s face, the tension in my body naturally eased as if it had never been there.

“Cian!”

I greeted him cheerfully, but Lucian’s expression wasn’t very bright.

“Are you really okay?”

“Is there any reason I wouldn’t be okay?”

The incident in the Belmir fief wasn’t my doing. Rather, I was planning to make the Pope regret using it as an opportunity.

There’s no reason for me to be scared when I’m innocent.

“The demon you made a contract with, can they be trusted?”

If it weren’t for those words that followed, I would have still been wearing a relaxed smile.

How on earth did Cian know that?

“Since when did you know?”

“From the beginning.”

From the beginning? It’s already been a few months since I made a contract with a demon?

“And you considered the demon who tried to kill you a friend?”

“You’re my friend.”

Crazy bastard. A real crazy bastard.

“Hey, no matter how much you like to trust people and getting backstabbed is your hobby, that’s not it.”

My mouth went dry.

“You told me not to be a hero.”

“Yeah, you sweet potato hero.”

I tried to come to my senses by rubbing my dry face, but it was no use. I really feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

“That’s why I trust you. Because you’re the only person who doesn’t want me to be a hero.”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“If you were really going to betray me, I would have been dead in the dungeon.”

“You might have had a change of heart and decided to harm me later.”

“Then that’s how it ends.”

How can this kid be so frustrating with every single word?

He’s the sweet potato of sweet potatoes. A hopelessly good-natured guy.

“So, the contract? Is it really okay?”

“I have a contract with Iris, you know. It’s not advanced enough to distinguish whether the contract partner is a demon or a human.”

“That person is useful sometimes.”

“I agree.”

Hmm, I’ve calmed down a bit now.

“If you want revenge for what happened in the dungeon back then, just say the word.

It’s not exactly an apology, but I’ll either beat them up for you or hand them over to you completely.”

“It’s okay. They’re helping you out right now, aren’t they?”

“Well, that’s true.”

“If it’s not harming you, then it doesn’t matter.”

This good-natured guy! I feel like I’m crying tears of emotion.

“Don’t follow anyone who says they’ll buy you something delicious.”

“I’m not a five-year-old kid.”

“With you, I feel like you’d get scammed and just let it happen because you feel sorry for them.”

Yep, that has credibility. In the original storyline, he got scammed more than twenty times even when he knew it.

“If someone asks you ‘Do you believe in the Way?’, you have to say you’re not interested.”

“What’s the Way?”

It’s a real relief that there are no Do-jjeni in this world. Otherwise, someone’s life would have been thoroughly ruined.

“It’s something very dangerous. It’s a scam that leads a person’s life and family to ruin.”

“Am I that untrustworthy?”

“I’m worried because you’re too naive.”

I guess Sunbae and Zephi feel similarly.

“Is there anything I need to do?”

“Something just came to mind.”

Something good just came to mind. A way to perfectly screw over the Pope.

“He took people too lightly.”

He probably thought the only person he had to be wary of was my father.

The price for underestimating me because I’m young will be terrifying.

“By the way, how is my father?”

“Professor Lisitoel is—”

Cian, who had been hesitating for a moment, carefully began.

“He’s on a rampage.”

Huh? What on earth happened in the one day I was gone?

* * *

If you were to ask the theologians of the Church to pick the mage they hated the most, they would choose Evan Lisitoel without hesitation.

At the same time, if you were to ask them to pick the mage they respected the most, they would again choose Evan Lisitoel without hesitation.

The unparalleled mage with the Simunan .

The only mage who succeeded in deciphering holy magic, a challenge that thousands upon thousands had attempted over a thousand years.

“Professor! Would you please look at my thesis?”

Someone scurried up to Evan, who was visiting the Church’s library, and handed him a bundle of papers.

Evan, with a chilly expression, took the papers and flipped through them quickly as if he wasn’t even reading them properly, then immediately handed them back.

“This is trash. Page 8, before considering simplification, go and engrave Kailem’s invariable structural formula in your head.”

At the merciless evaluation, the theologian who received the papers cried out in despair at the fact that he had to rewrite it almost from the beginning.

However, the absolute authority on holy magic was the mage right in front of him.

Without even thinking of voicing a complaint, he trudged back.

Theologians, sensing an opportunity, swarmed Evan, and Evan refuted and pointed out flaws in each and every thesis they had written.

More than half of them had to rewrite their theses from scratch.

Even after sending so many theologians to their doom, Evan, as if it wasn’t enough, continued his cold words.

“It would have been better if you hadn’t written it at all.”

Some laughed as if they had lost their minds, and others muttered softly, ‘I am trash.’

“While I am here, I will look at as many theses as you can bring me until I’m sick of them.”

Dusting off his hands, tap tap, Evan delivered the final blow.

“Please do not waste paper next time.”

They were heartless words to the very end.

Leaving the despairing theology students behind, Evan slowly examined the books on the shelves.

Even after his tantrum-like words, his anger had not subsided.

“……”

The words wouldn’t register in his eyes.

This is a first.

Evan closed his eyes and slowly rubbed his temples.

“I should have lived with a bit less of a temper.”

The young Evan had a very difficult personality.

…What’s the use of making excuses. Before he met his wife, Evan was a personality-disordered person who didn’t even feel the need to hide his nasty personality.

The young Evan had no hesitation in making enemies.

Because even if they became his enemy, the one who lost out was the other party.

That was also the reason why Evan deciphered holy magic, which he had no interest in.

“The ones buzzing around beside me were annoying.”

He was annoyed by them constantly buzzing around, asking if he had any intention of working for the Church.

On a whim, with nothing better to do, he researched holy magic.

“Am I now paying the price for the rashness of my youth?”

He had snorted at the words that a day would surely come when he would greatly regret it, but he was indeed greatly regretting it now.

If he had lived with a bit less of a temper back then, things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated.

“Professor Evan! I’ve revised the part you mentioned.”

But, that’s that, and a tantrum is a tantrum. He was just paying the fair price for the advice.

‘You seem to be the same now as you were then?’

Wouldn’t his wife have said something like that if she were here?

Thinking of his wife, Evan’s mood improved slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

The graduate student who discovered the professor’s sudden smile trembled in fear and spread the news, and it wasn’t long before the professor, having quickly grasped the rumors, began to wreak havoc more seriously in the not-so-distant future.

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