Surviving the Assassin Academy as a Genius Professor - Chapter 114

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Episode 114
EP27 – Starlight Meeting Mountain Redevelopment (4)

The assassins’ intelligence network operated as follows.

The moment chaos erupted on Starlight Meeting Mountain, an Administrative Officer who had arrived in the area beforehand sensed abnormal Mana. He too was of assassin origin, deploying Concealment, capable of wielding Floating—a level-five Footwork that allowed him to ascend slowly yet reach dizzying heights. Once he rose to the sky’s upper reaches, he triangulated the general position and transmitted the coordinates to the Kasan Knights Order, his “transaction partners.”
Mana is internal by nature. Until it manifests outward, it remains undetectable, but once that internal state is lost, observation becomes possible.
Having grasped the approximate location from above, the Administrative Officer forwarded the data to the Kasan Knights Order and the Royal Special Affairs Administration.
– Acknowledged.
Kasan replied.

A beat too late, an elderly Bureaucrat from the Royal Special Affairs Administration, along with the Kasan Knights Order, belatedly confirmed the Order’s irregular deployment. Unlike ordinary mobilizations, this one bore no recorded objective—yet the Communication log was tied to the Princess’s guardian knight.
The Bureaucrat decided to inform a certain man, someone he considered a “friend,” of this development.
Truthfully, he knew nothing of the Order’s purpose or intent, yet he chose to inform him anyway. An assassin-filled School was in the path of an assassin-suppression unit.
– My friend. Hehehehe… Hmm? What did you say?
The playfulness drained from Shaman’s voice on the other end of the line, his jowls trembling against the receiver.
– Where.

* * *

Tick, tick-tick—

The bullets found no purchase. After firing three rounds, I understood: the Witch dodged with urgent haste, opened distance in a flash, and when I thought I’d read her trajectory, she knocked it aside with the back of her hand.
But could she see this?
An enormous invisible blade descended upon the Witch. I operated it as discreetly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t notice.
Yet whether she sensed the Mana or something else, the Witch hurled herself desperately aside, rolling across the ground to evade. In that moment, I realized: this Demon was no assassin.
She was an extraordinarily swift Warrior.

Crack!!!!

The terrain cratered and exploded outward, and the Witch, having drawn a blade from somewhere, wielded nothing but a crude Iron Sword.
Futile.

『 World Forgery: Form Forgery [Mana Distortion Field] 』
『 World Forgery: Phenomenon Forgery [Ambush] 』
『 World Forgery: Space Forgery [Sword Forest] 』
『 World Forgery: Perception Forgery [Death Illusion] 』

Spheres burst forth from all directions, and sensing the malevolence, the Witch threw herself clear in an instant.
Simultaneously, every tree in the vicinity transformed, their leaves sharpening into blades that sought the Witch. Leaping high to climb atop the canopy, she lost her footing instead and slammed into the ground—where the Mana Distortion Field descended upon her.
At that moment, a pure white aura began gathering at the tip of the Witch’s blade, and I gasped inwardly.
It was Sword Energy. But not ordinary Sword Energy. Having watched Warriors train several times before, if others’ Sword Energy was sand, this was milk—uniquely pristine. An immaculate Sword Energy coalesced upon that crude blade.

Clang!!

With that blow, she shattered the Distortion Field.
Simultaneously, swarms of assassins rushed in—phenomena manifested through the Ambush technique.
Thwack, thwack—
Each time the Witch swept her heavy blade, one phantom shattered with each strike. Yet it was not enough. Still, that monster could evade my killing blow.
The Colossus-class arm rose higher.
Timing measured carefully—
Blade-wielding assassins moved with precision from all sides.
The Witch found the answer cleanly: dispatching some, leaping high, and abandoning her position entirely.
Remarkable. Her combat instinct.
Because I’d thrown it ambiguously, poor reaction speed might have derailed the plan—but fortunately, she cooperated perfectly.
Generally, a Warrior whose feet leave the ground cannot shift direction.

───── .

Georbyeong’s blade came pouring down. The kind of strike that could shatter a city gate. A blow capable of shattering Jinxxytte’s forearm.
I had no doubt it would kill that witch. So I doubted my own eyes.

── Clang!!!

The witch met my strike with that scrap-metal sword. Both feet planted on the ground. Like blocking a shell with a toothpick.
Did that make sense? To put it another way, it was as if several apartment buildings had been falling and stopped dead on that blade’s tip.

Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash-boom ──

But I couldn’t contain the shockwave, and the entire area erupted again. The trees of the Sword Forest spell, the ground, the full ten or so meters of space where the witch stood—all of it was obliterated.
The witch flicked her blade away and retreated. Yet she’d taken damage—blood trickled from her nose without warning.
She hurriedly dropped the sword and switched it to her other hand; her wrist looked broken too. The aftereffect of having parried a siege weapon on an entirely different scale of destruction.
My upper body swayed from the recoil. I pressed forward at once. But I wasn’t mad enough to meet a warrior head-on alone. Many Dantes and Ambush users fought alongside me.

Clang!! Clang-clang-clang! Clang! Clang-clang!

The witch moved like a maniac. Deflecting swords, dodging shuriken. Swatting away fired bullets.
She leaped by the dozen meters at a time, bounding across trees to open distance, but my Illusion Magic closed in instantly.

Crash-crash-crash-crash!

In that moment, the light of the Liberator within the miniature Kaleidoscope came crashing down. But the witch shattered the mirrors and broke free.
As a Demon Race, she’d taken the light of radiance on her legs. The skin below her one-piece’s thigh tore to shreds, and her legs burst open in places as though caught in a washing machine with glass shards, blood streaming down.
Yet where the witch believed she’d be safe, I had unleashed a powerful strike half a second before.

Clang!!

Even that she blocked.
The witch took the full force of my two-handed strike with just one hand.
A contest of strength followed.
As we drew closer, her face came into focus again. Those eyes squeezed tight, that expression of panic and desperation.
Just as the witch reached out her other hand—
I kicked her away.
Immediately after, I unleashed a barrage of attacks. A strike incomparable to the phantom bodies. *Clang! Clang!!* Realizing the weight of this new offensive, the witch’s expression began to cloud with something closer to dread.
It had to be frustrating for her. She’d learned from destroying so many phantom bodies that counterattacks were pointless.
But I was frustrated too. Despite my stats climbing high, my attacks still weren’t connecting.
Even if weakened, she was a Two-horned Demon. The witch was damnably strong. At this rate, landing a critical blow would be impossible——

Screeeee ―

It was Ran who turned the tide.

Crash!!

The witch deflected the blade with the back of her hand. It was Ran’s strike, fast as lightning.
But on that impact, blood burst from the back of her hand.

“I’ll help!”
“Don’t you dare!”
“It’s fine!”

With the Excalibur Headband fastened in her hair, Ran began to press the witch back.
I resolved not to waste this opportunity.
I switched swords, taking the Colossus-class Sword in hand.
At that moment.

A sharp, piercing hum.

A sinister vibration rippled through the blade’s edge.
After being blocked by the toothpick several times, it began to fault me for the obstruction.

‘This wretched blade.’

Was the blockage my fault? I’d constructed the board perfectly and timed it flawlessly. It was the witch who’d stopped it with sheer, unhinged weight class.

But this time I’d found the opening, and the unexpected Lan became a brilliant move. Wearing the Excalibur Headband, Lan was an Footwork-class assassin, nearly as swift as any Master-tier instructor.

“I’ll draw her attention!”

Those rapid footfalls were warriors’ greatest nightmare. In and out. Thrust, withdraw, angle—there was no countering it. Between the witch and Lan, the density of time itself was different.

In that instant, a thought flickered: the witch wasn’t counterattacking. But how could I know the peculiar tastes of a Two-horned Demon? Since she claimed not to kill, perhaps she wouldn’t strike back either.

Again, torrents of World Forgery cascaded forth.
[Tree]
As the witch staggered backward, a tree sprouted behind her, halting her retreat.
[Death Illusion—Severance]
The moment after she somehow parried Lan’s blade, her arm felt as though it had been severed.
[World Reversal]
The world’s top and bottom inverted, and she felt herself falling; she clung desperately to a branch. Her left hand was gone, and with her right hand gripping the sword hilt, she walked straight into my trap.
Even if she blocked the blade of the Colossus-class Sword, a thrust was another matter entirely.
Once more, an invisible blade began to pour forth from that sword’s edge toward the witch.

───── .

It drove through the very atmosphere, compressed the mana itself, thrust through the entire world, and struck a single point. Not even the lightning bolt dropped by Zeus, nor the staff of the gods, nor a missile itself could generate such force.
This was a blow capable of demolishing an underground fortress hidden within fifty meters.
Die.

KAAAAAAAANG!!!!!

The mountains, the Cemetery, the Ancient Tomb where Eve stood, the wooded expanse—all of it erupted and fractured.

And still, the witch raised her blade and blocked it.

Is she insane?
I pressed down harder, crushing the blow with more force.
As she received that power, the witch’s body bent. Impossible strain bore down on her legs, spine, and forearms. And yet she held the line.
It wasn’t a matter of raw strength anymore. It was mana. How far did her mana reach that she could endure this?
My pure combat power is only Master-tier, but my weapon is not.
If a Grandmaster took that strike head-on, they would perish; even a Challenger-class warrior would suffer mortal wounds, or a mage would die.
Even a Starlight Seat couldn’t emerge unscathed. The calculated damage was absolute.

Tap, tap—

The Witch’s eyes couldn’t withstand the pressure, and blood began to seep from them.
I thought this was my last chance. I stopped moving while pinning down the Colossus-class Sword, then surged through the space. There was no time to switch my grip on the blade.
I drove it straight into the Witch.
But she would dodge. Ran at my right would redirect the path once more from behind. And then, one final blow—

Squelch—

The blade sank into her abdomen.

The Witch didn’t dodge.

What.

What is this.

“…….”

In an instant, silence fell.

Something was wrong.

In truth, I’d thought something was off all along, but that suspicion had grown fierce the moment she’d blocked my last strike.
It was as if the Witch had been watching out for me….
No,
as if she had no intention of fighting me at all….
I’d thought she was in a higher weight class, but not to this degree. And if she really were at this level, the moment she rushed to attack, I’d have no way to defend myself. All I could do was buy time.
Yet the Witch hadn’t attacked me. So this wasn’t that she had ‘no intention of fighting’ me.
‘She simply couldn’t attack me,’ was what it felt like.
It was like—an elephant that loved a poacher. I couldn’t fathom why that comparison had surfaced. But that was the feeling.
This elephant,
even if I fired a gun, would just stand there and take it.
The moment I realized she was a Demon Race, the blood that had been surging in my veins went suddenly cold.
What is this.
Why in the world?
What is she trying to do.
Did that mean her caution from the first encounter wasn’t an act?
Just then, Ran began to move cautiously forward.

“…Stop.”
“Yes.”

The blade lodged in the Witch’s abdomen was the deepest wound of all the attacks I’d unleashed on her.
I pushed it in a little deeper. The point of the blade crept steadily further into her belly. ‘…….’ Pain flooded in—her expression twisted, her upper body convulsed. And yet the Witch looked up at me. She bore the same expression as before.
She was grieving.

“This is our chance. Shall I kill her.”

Ran asked.
What should I do.
I have no idea.
I’d never faced anything like this in my life.
Why is she doing this.
If she’s a Demon Race, she should attack like one—what is she trying to accomplish.
Then the Witch moved her hand.
Reaching toward me. Slowly.
Perhaps she meant to tear out my wrist. I lifted my hand to block her advance. Don’t touch me.
The Witch’s fingertips collided with my palm.
Her refusal registers clearly.
My expression hardens.

“…….”

Yet the Witch moves her hands again.
Her left hand grips my blade firmly while her right rummages through the waistband of her tattered hood, fumbling for something.
Then she produces it.
A blade.
Right—I should kill her immediately—
The Witch tilts her head, sets the knife down, and reaches back into her waistband.
This time she draws out something else.

A bell.

What sort of bell is this…
An object so utterly arbitrary it lacks all context, something forced into existence by sheer will.
My eyes snap to her nameplate. [● Eve 『Curse of Forgetting』] And then—at that curse’s name—something begins to crystallize. A shocking hypothesis.
The Curse of Forgetting erases you from the world’s memory and from people’s hearts.
Which means…?

Oh.

Damn. Don’t tell me…….

Because I am a Player. Because I am nearly perfectly immune to this world’s spiritual corruption. I never imagined such a thing could happen to me.

“Professor. The Witch’s recovery is beginning.”
“…….”
“Should we kill her? We can, right now.”

It was then that Ran urged me to choose.
In that instant,
I thought through many things.
And I looked into the Witch’s eyes.
Those round eyes that show no aggression even now, in this very moment.
This was no bond forged overnight.
She remembers something that I cannot—something she holds clearly in her mind.
I drew my blade.

“…First Aid Kit.”
“Yes?”

My voice trembles.

“Bring the First Aid Kit. The First Aid Kit…….”

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