I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

Warmth is felt in the embrace.

Regular breathing is heard over the shoulder.

The hearts pressed together resonate and beat.

Thump—

Thump—

Hilde was still alive.

“…Hilde.”

“Lara.”

It’s not too late yet.

“…”

“…”

Though it’s clearly the most urgent situation ever.

In a moment that feels like eternity, feeling each other’s heartbeats. Exchanging trembling vibrations under soft skin.

Arms touching.

Shoulders touching.

Legs touching.

Hearts touching.

Everything was warm and made me happy.

With each breath, a faint trembling vibration is felt.

‘…You were alive.’

Just the fact that you’re still breathing in this world makes everything forgivable. That’s why it felt like there’s still a reason to live in this world.

“Thank goodness…”

“…Were you worried?”

“Yes.”

“I see… I tried my best to pretend to be the possessor and endure, but suddenly chains appeared from somewhere…”

“I see.”

“…”

“Hilde, I’m sorry.”

“Hm?”

Hilde shook her head in denial.

“No, it’s my fault for getting caught after drawing attention unnecessarily.”

“That too… was for my sake?”

“…Yes.”

“I see.”

Of course.

You would do that.

Because you’re not a child who acts without reason.

“…That’s why I love you.”

“…!”

Hilde opened her eyes wide.

Then she smiled broadly and said:

“…That’s, a relief.”

“Yes. I’m glad I could see you again.”

“I, see. I see… So that’s how it is.”

Hilde suddenly muttering the same words.

Rumble—!

It felt like the sound of thunder symbolizing her echoed in the dark abyss. Perhaps this too is my illusion.

“…”

I didn’t want to wake up from this happy dream.

It wasn’t that I loved because I was loved.

It became that I loved because you were you.

With one silver star shining in the vast cosmic space, I was able to live believing in tomorrow.

In a space spread endlessly like cosmic space in the abyss. Precariously embracing each other. Feeling and sharing each other’s body heat.

“Sniff…”

When I pressed my cheek against her nape.

The scent and texture felt, and the soft sensation.

Many sensations gathered to give an incomparably warm satisfaction.

‘Thank goodness…’

I sincerely thought so.

“…”

Hilde poked her head out from my embrace and whispered.

“…Lara. But where is this…?”

“Ah…”

The clear voice that always lowered solemnly now echoes thinly in my ear. Even that voice was lovely now.

‘Why was I embarrassed and hesitant?’

How grateful it is to live honestly with one’s feelings like this, and how precious and happy it is to feel you with my whole body…

‘From now on, I’ll make sure to say I love you.’

I inwardly vowed so and answered.

“…The prophet’s equipment compartment.”

“…?”

“…Like a bag.”

“…”

“…”

Hilde tapped my forearm and said:

“…Then shouldn’t we get out instead of doing this here…? Isn’t this dangerous?”

“…”

Oh…

Um… I see.

Come to think of it, I came ahead with [Bifrost], but if the prophet suddenly manipulates his robe. We could have become Adam and Eve living cozily trapped here.

‘Or not? Eve and Eve? Wasn’t there someone after Eve? Or not?’

But doesn’t Christianity dislike this kind of thing?

…

Well, I decided to think of it roughly as a ‘room you can’t leave unless you do X’. But the prophet would invalidate it, tactlessly arguing that ‘yuri is not pure love’.

‘What is he saying.’

Yuri is the crystallization of the purest love.

You who don’t know the beauty of love are the loser.

“…!”

Come to think of it, the owner of the ‘room you can’t leave unless you have seX’ was the prophet. We might pass if we rub until water flows even now, but changing the rules would be faster than that.

‘If the prophet opens an escape room cafe, he’ll definitely change the rules… Because that bastard is an unmanly guy.’

Thinking that gave me goosebumps.

I felt we should escape this place quickly.

‘It’s good that Hilde is T. But she seems to be worried about being too stiff…’

I carefully comforted Hilde so she wouldn’t get hurt.

“Don’t worry about being T. Hilde is pretty if I have to say—☆”

“…”

“Love isn’t about empathy, it’s about being able to do it sincerely, so cheer up—☆”

“…”

Hilde blinked, then smiled and said:

“Hm, it seems Lara has been through a lot too.”

“…Yes.”

It was hard.

As expected, only you understand my hardships.

I thought so and hugged Hilde tightly. Then Hilde made a troubled expression and hesitated.

“Um, Lara. It’s absolutely not because I dislike it. But I’d appreciate if you could refrain from rubbing your bare thighs against me right now… There’s no change of underwear here.”

“Oops—☆”

The warm touch of skin felt so good that I got carried away—☆

“…”

For some reason, Hilde looked at me with pitying eyes and stroked my head. Somehow she had eyes like an older sister looking at her pathetic little sister.

‘Hmm… It must be my imagination. Honestly, I’m the older one here.’

Rustle rustle—

The hand that was always calloused from gripping the heavy lance tidied my hair. But that hand suddenly stopped.

Flinch—

“Lara, your hair color…”

“…?”

At that moment.

Boooom—!!

“…!”

“…!”

The space was shaking.

Because it was a space separated from the academy city by dimensions, I couldn’t use the vision obtained from true name release, but. I could feel something collapsing at that far end.

It seemed the prophet didn’t like yuri after all.

‘If so, we should go out and see the end!’

I grabbed Hilde’s hand and shouted.

“Hilde! Let’s go out☆”

“Yes!”

She smiled, shining silver, and firmly grasped that hand. And what enveloped us was the brilliant [Bifrost].

A rainbow-colored spiral enveloped our vision.

Swoosh—!!

What appears before our eyes again is the blue sky of the wilderness.

“…!”

Hilde was startled by the suddenly changed scenery. It was such a rare expression that I saved it in the deepest part of my heart’s album memory.

“Whoa?! Lara?! This is—!”

“Huhu—☆ Pink airhead’s se.cret♡”

“…I see.”

While still embracing each other, we came out again somewhere in the eastern wilderness where the prophet and I had been fighting.

“…”

“…”

Only silence flowed in the wilderness we returned to.

But the large crater where I had been beating up the prophet remained as it was. The mound of dirt that had been dug in, bearing the prophet’s shape, showed the intensity of the fight that had taken place earlier.

“…”

The prophet’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

But on this side, there was [Find Pink Pink Vision☆].

Recalling the marble-gathering cartoon I watched as a child, I pressed my index finger firmly against my temple.

“Kyop—☆ [Find Pink Pink Vision☆]—!”

“What on earth is that battle cry…”

“If I do this, I can see everything—☆”

“…I-I see.”

Hilde looked at me with somewhat pitying eyes and slowly stroked my back. It was a patting gesture like a grandmother looking at her indigested grandchild.

‘As expected of my wife.’

I focused while receiving Hilde’s affectionate gesture.

‘Open, third eye.’

I’ll find you and teach you a lesson.

As I shouted so in my heart, without fail, the transcendent vision illuminating the academy city was played back. Riding that vision, I tried to find the prophet as if doing an internet search.

Wilderness.

Blue sky.

Empty .

Pass.

North.

Eir eating, chomping.

Pass.

Golden Street.

Freya dozing off and drooling in the library.

Pass.

‘Suddenly overflowing with stray thoughts, I’m seeing things I don’t need to see…’

I wonder what caused such serious memory leakage?

As it was an ability suddenly awakened today, there was a lot I didn’t know. Anyway… I continued [Find Pink Pink Vision☆].

“…!”

And I couldn’t help but smile at a certain sight.

A girl with flaming wings was flying through the sky, shooting ruby sword energy. She dodges and counterattacks the fierce attacks of the [Twin Priests].

‘…You did it.’

I focused again on finding the prophet. And soon I could see the prophet heading towards the roots of the World Tree.

He was holding his black robe with one hand and mumbling incantations. Then the black robe crumbles and disappears starting from the hem.

‘If we had stayed inside, we would have been forcibly deleted.’

I finally returned my vision to normal and grasped Hilde’s hand. The warmth felt from our joined hands was very comforting.

“…Did you find him?”

“Yes♪ From now on, with my new skill… [Bifrost], we’ll go right there—☆ With this, we can zoom zoom anywhere—!”

“That’s quite a convenient ability. Then you won’t need that old bicycle anymore.”

“Ah.”

Red Hare.

Has the time come to discard it?

“…”

But somehow, discarding Red Hare was heartbreaking.

“…That’s not it.”

“I see.”

Hilde nodded, then firmly closed her mouth to not be surprised by the spatial movement. And a rainbow-colored spiral enveloped us.

We rode [Bifrost] towards the farmlands of . Numerous noises and strange cries could still be heard there.

Activated precognition.

Kieeek—!!

An adult chaos insect rushing towards me… or rather, a strange zombie-like chaos insect. Even seen in advance with rainbow-colored vision, it was a chilling sight.

‘Okay, precognition end.’

Returned to reality. The scene from earlier was replaying there in clear quality. As expected, it was an even more nauseating sight when seen clearly.

The teeth spewing thick mucus. The adult chaos insect with a grotesque zombie-like appearance opened its huge mouth towards us.

Kieeek—!!

I flicked my finger at it.

Boom—!!

Its head burst, a spiral afterimage pierces through.

It dies splattering brain matter up to 10 meters behind.

‘It’ll revive again anyway.’

Watching that sight, Hilde tilted her head.

“Lara, how did you know about that attack just now? If I’m not mistaken, you had your hand raised before the spatial movement ended.”

“Huhu…☆ The power of love☆”

“…You seem strangely excited since earlier.”

“Huhu…!”

Hilde murmured in a weak voice.

“…Haah, I love you.”

“Yes! I love you too—☆”

“…Right. That’s enough.”

We ran off like that towards the direction the prophet was heading.

In front of the World Tree’s roots.

The spirit of the sword and the prophet were facing each other.

“It’s been a while. Jinsu.”

“…”

“Have you been well? I find it hard to even recall memories now.”

“…You’re not Saintess Ymir.”

“Yes… I’m a fragment she left behind. Call me Verdandi now. That’s what my junior calls me.”

“…”

The prophet ignored her.

The spirit of the sword… the pink-haired girl smiled bitterly. But what was contained in that smile was not an emotion a mere fragment could possess.

“…”

The prophet saw that, yet deliberately ignored it.

Because…

Those he loved had already died 1500 years ago.