I Became the Academy’s Pink Airhead

Brunhilde was moving quickly after receiving the report. While doing so, she was thinking deeply.

“…”

Just before the start of the second semester, there was a witness report of chaos insects appearing in the wilderness near the Golden Street. She intuitively felt it was almost certainly related to .

‘They said the ‘erosion phenomenon’ of chaos insects appearing outside dungeon gates was the power of [Priest of Erosion] who was already dead. Why did it suddenly appear?’

After the ‘snake’ attack, security had been strengthened.

There shouldn’t have been any place for it to appear so unexpectedly.

“…”

A situation that clearly felt odd.

Rather than sending out subordinates, it was faster for the strongest, herself, to check directly.

‘Even if it’s a trap by the prophet, if left alone, students could be in danger…’

As the protector of this academy city, she had a duty to protect the students.

That duty doesn’t disappear in any situation.

‘If this is the prophet’s doing, he might have done it knowing I’d have no choice but to come out.’

If so, it would be an opportunity to see and judge the person called the prophet directly.

“…”

Clara had recently given Brunhilde various advice, saying the ‘prophet’ might be someone she knew well.

His personality.

The knowledge he might have.

Things he misunderstood.

And badmouthing.

Coward.

Slowpoke.

Idiot.

Dull and insensitive guy.

“…”

From that point, Brunhilde’s heart started aching with jealousy. She was also surprised to see Lara explain someone else at such length for the first time.

‘No matter how I look at it, they seem like deeply associated people from a past life…’

No way…

No way, Lara, you…

“…”

To begin with, didn’t she dismiss even the juniors she said she cherished with words like ‘kind’, ‘good at cooking’, ‘likes sickles and hammers’?

Though Clara had some difficulty expressing herself well, it was largely because she wasn’t very interested in others’ characteristics in general.

For her to introduce someone so in detail – as if describing herself. Though she didn’t show it, she got goosebumps inwardly.

‘No way, a lover from a past life? Was that prophet guy a woman in a past life?’

Is this possibly a love quarrel?

Dizzy-

“…”

Just imagining it made her breathless, so she couldn’t imagine further. Her heart was pounding, and she felt like she’d go crazy with anger, so she calmed her mind with [Grimnir].

Grrrr—!

“…”

Calmed down.

“…”

Regardless of past life gender, the fact that there was a lover left in a past life was a bit unforgivable.

She even considered whether to immediately pin her down and stain her sticky so she could never return.

But she couldn’t confront Lara yet with just circumstantial evidence.

If they grew distant again this time, it felt like she’d suffer an irrecoverable wound to her heart. This time… this time she would approach very carefully and cautiously.

The fruit tasted that way would be very sweet.

…Imagining the softness and sticky love touching her fingertips made her body tremble. Just imagining it made her swallow saliva.

Hilde was ready anytime.

‘Though Lara doesn’t seem ready yet…’

Even to such silent questioning, Clara never answered exactly what relationship she had with ‘him’ in a past life.

She only emphasized that he was a dangerous person who must… must be stopped. She said he was an absolutely uncompromising dangerous variable.

‘The reason that he joined which hurt Lara is enough to kill him.’

But… if he’s a public enemy.

She should approach even more carefully.

One who knows the [Fate] of this world.

One who vaguely knows the future.

It didn’t feel like a coincidence at all that two such people appeared in one era.

To begin with, the fact that the year when the world’s fate is decided happens when she’s at the peak of the academy city… it really felt like fate’s prank.

‘…An outsider who came from outside this world like Lara.’

Clara said that since he knows the general flow of this world, he might attack the [Fate of the Three Heroes], so she would wait while drawing attention at .

That way, one guarding the [Fate of the Three Heroes], and one guarding the path to the World Tree.

They waited all vacation for the prophet to appear.

And… the anomaly that finally occurred.

Several adult chaos insects appearing in the wilderness.

Kuwooooo—!!!

Bug-like creatures about the size of a 3-story building were swarming in the middle of the wilderness near the ether train tracks.

“…!”

As soon as Brunhilde confirmed their appearance, she shot up into the air, spreading dozens of lightning bolts.

With that movement, dozens of meters long lightning tails stretched out like a lion’s mane. Each strand was a thread of destruction and lightning containing formidable power.

Continuing behind the tip of the raised lance, it changed into a single spear made of shining lightning.

She became a giant lightning spear, shot from the sky.

The moment of collision.

A flash spreads.

An impact that completely dyes the vision white.

Boooom—!!!

With the explosion, a crater forms.

Then soil rains down, filling the crater.

Rurrrr—!!

Dozens of lightning bolts split, covering the physical force of the lance. Like a god pounding the ground with a giant hammer, it pounds the large black bugs that came up from underground.

The chaos insects just getting crushed in that.

Light.

Flash.

Destruction.

Kyaaaak—!!!

Kieeeeek—!!!

And silence.

Only numerous bloodstains and flesh pieces were scattered messily on the ground.

Between warm meat pieces and blood, only cold death remained.

The scent of death engraved between traces of destruction.

Brunhilde walked out of that calmly.

“…”

By the time the thunderous roar that seemed like it would tear eardrums changed to an echo in the sky.

Without any warning.

A black curtain just formed in empty space.

And what appeared was a 10-meter sized dragonfly and the prophet.

“…Found you. Reincarnator.”

“…?”

“You know the truth of this world, right? .”

“…”

Hearing those words, Brunhilde tilted her head.

If she had heard it out of nowhere, she wouldn’t have understood.

But she knew the content better than anyone in this academy city.

‘Reincarnator? I see, the prophet mistook me for Lara.’

As she was thinking that.

A huge voice was heard from the dragonfly with hundreds of horns stuck in it. It was a girl’s hate-filled muttering.

[You’re the bitch who killed Master… [Priest of Erosion] Grafvolud, right? Our greatest priest, so… so pathetically…! I’ll kill you! Inferior species…!]

The prophet pressed down on the head of the dragonfly he was riding and spoke in a low voice. Somehow it was like the voice of a master teaching a disciple.

“Moin, suppress your hatred. Now is the time to face calmly.”

[Shut up! Pseudo-inferior species! If you didn’t have a way to revive Master, we wouldn’t be following your words…!]

Brunhilde was inwardly hiding her bewilderment.

It was hard to maintain a poker face. But she bit her lip tightly and maintained an expressionless face.

There’s no duty to correct the enemy’s misjudgment in battle.

‘It was all done by Lara, but these guys…’

But…

‘Now is the time to organize information.’

Brunhilde organized her thoughts in an instant.

1 – The prophet mistakes Brunhilde for a reincarnator.

2 – He also mistakes that she killed [Priest of Erosion].

3 – So he came to kill her as top priority.

4 – The group at is not directly confronted, but set as a later target.

That dragonfly is probably the younger sister of the [Twin Priests],

So the older brother must have headed to .

“…”

What is this…

“…”

No.

This was right.

Originally, the wife’s fault is borne by the outside person.

Isn’t that the weight of the head of the household?

It was better to keep the prophet occupied like this.

‘I love you, Lara.’

Brunhilde finished her judgment in an instant and spoke confidently towards the prophet.

“Ah, I see. So ‘you’ were a reincarnator too.”

“…When I saw [Pink Spiral], I almost mistook her, though.”

“…”

“Don’t tell me you tried to raise a ‘cute character’ as the strongest ‘cheat character’?”

The prophet using outside world language while constantly checking for reactions. If the reaction is subtle, he’ll probably turn his back right away and head for Lara.

‘Using such a shallow trick. I should firmly establish ownership of Lara this time.’

But Brunhilde had already found out the past life information by whining while licking Clara’s armpits, so she could easily answer.

Anything becomes truth if you’re confident.

That was a truth that applied on the battlefield too.

“That’s right. Because Lara is my ‘favorite’. She’s really so ‘erotic’ that I worry every night about how to eat her. I raised her referring to ‘walkthroughs’, but somehow the ‘tactic’ of making my baby ‘yuri pregnant’ seemed better.”

“…”

“I plan to finish ‘hypnosis brainwashing training’ by making a mess like a ‘doujinshi’. Is there anyone playing who hasn’t imagined such things with their ‘favorite’?”

“…I should have known there are no normal people among those playing this game.”

The prophet’s tone as if he was disgusted.

But there was no more sign of probing. Because he was convinced that such a vulgar and perverted character couldn’t possibly be the ‘Brunhilde of the game’.

The prophet spoke, his black robe fluttering:

“Let’s begin, Moin.”

[Don’t order me, pseudo-inferior species.]

A dragon in the form of a dragonfly that seemed over 10 meters.

According to the flapping of huge wings that sprouted from its large body, shockwaves like small sandstorms spread around. The prophet riding on top, wrapped in a black robe, scattered black energy around.

An instant judgment passing by.

Numerous thoughts pass in less than 0.1 seconds.

Should I attack?

No, hold off on that.

‘According to Lara, he already knows about me. The fact that he revealed himself ‘while already knowing’ means… he’s completely finished preparations. In that state, attacking first is definitely a bad move.’

Brunhilde braced herself, strengthening her stance.

A black ether magic circle shone where she stood alone. It seemed to be magic that ancient dragon tribes used, not an ether skill.

The prophet spoke, his black energy and robe fluttering:

“Rise from the swamp of death…!”

Then the flesh pieces of chaos insects around slowly started combining back into their original forms. Soon they let out vigorous roars again.

Kuwooo—!!