Surprising Even Breathing

33 – Find students at risk

People live in the world with their own standards.

This is because the abilities they have had since birth are different, the things they have learned and experienced in their lives are different, and the way they judge things even when they look at the same things has changed accordingly.

Usually, there were many cases where it was okay to judge the world by the standard that person had.

This is because most of the cases in the world that person lives in are reasonable and effective in their own way, but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t think that those standards apply to anyone other than me.

just like now

“Dangerous monsters? this?”

I looked at the monster that Trunen had prepared, showing a slightly disappointed expression.

The 3rd grade malformed monster made eye contact with me and was breathing thinly without even moving.

If I use my hand, that guy will die.

I know with my abilities, and that guy just instinctively realized the moment he met my eyes.

I left him alone, unable to run, sit, or move in fear, and turned his gaze to Trunen.

“uh? Why, why won’t it move? It is a ghost of a monster that was once called the ‘scythe slayer’ of the Southeast Demon Realm and slit the throats of countless adventurers and seekers.”

He read the strange air current flowing between me and the monster and muttered in a rather hoarse voice.

I don’t think I can understand the current situation with his thoughts and his values.

Apparently, I summoned a dangerous monster called a grade 3 teratoma, and I pushed it right in front of me, but nothing happened.

“No, what a grade 3 teratoma, what a grade 3 teratoma! I didn’t summon an evil monster! It is all recorded in the records that he caused so many disasters, and it is said that the Kingdom of Kaguari held a big party all week to subdue him!”

he said in protest.

With common sense and the knowledge he possessed, it was clear that the monster was dangerous.

That’s why he confidently told me that he was a dangerous monster, and after studying hard from the last class until now, he succeeded in implementing that monster into illusion magic.

“But that’s dangerous is only your standard.”

It was different for me.

According to my experience of living in the world, I couldn’t attach the modifier ‘dangerous’ to monsters classified below the 3rd grade.

How big of a gap is there between the standard I have and the standard Trunen has?

This situation is no one’s fault.

It’s probably because the way Trunen and I have lived is different, and the criteria for evaluating monsters have also changed accordingly.

I understand.

A monster that was dangerous to Trunen was not a dangerous monster to me.

It seemed that he had some kind of hope.

Kwak.

Do you want to fit in?

I stretched out my left hand and grabbed the stone-hardened ‘Scythe Slayer’ with telekinesis.

Without the boy showing any resistance.

No, I tried to resist, but the pressure was so strong that I couldn’t even move and floated into the air.

“fire.”

While I was depressed, I used the magic I learned in the ‘Introduction to Basic Magical Life’ class.

I’m going to kill the monster, so I’ll try to get rid of him with the newly learned magic.

I grabbed the guy with my left hand, and while saying fire, I extended my right index finger and pointed at it.

An image of burning fire is immediately drawn in my head, and flame magic spreads around the guy’s body by mana control.

I’m going to go to the middle of the day!

The ‘Scythe Slayer’ floating in the air and burning.

His whole body was engulfed in magical flames, but he endured with his magic defense and regenerative powers, befitting a grade 3 teratoma.

It was not easy to damage or burn him with normal fire magic.

But I poured a lot more mana into the magic I embody.

He used elemental magic of pure fire until he was burned to death.

It’s the same magic, but the density and size of the magic contained within it are different.

Kigigigigigg….

The grotesque cries of the ‘Scythe Slayer’ were gradually fading.

In the end, the body of the monster was reduced to ashes, and the magic was pushed away by the fire and scattered into the air.

*

“How could this happen…”

It was a teratogenic monster of the 3rd class that was burned and disappeared by my fire magic, but the one that exploded mentally looked like Trunen.

He slumped and fell to his knees on the floor.

The 3rd grade malformed monster turned into ashes in front of me without even being able to move properly.

“There were no dangerous monsters. No, the only dangerous monster you said, by your standards, was this one. I get it. It’s not something I had high hopes for. I shouldn’t have thought that the Imperial Academy would prepare a monster that could be my opponent.”

I looked down at the fallen Trunen and said.

The problem was that they set their expectations for their level too high.

My standards were so high that I tended to misjudge those who were too low.

A gap that can never be filled.

I’m not like other people

Trunen, a normal academy professor, and I have completely different criteria for judging monsters.

“Sorry, sorry… I thought that if I was a 3rd-class monster, I would be able to fight Demesis-sama, but since I had never implemented such a monster as an illusion, I vaguely thought that I would have a great fight with Demesis-sama.”

He murmured as he lowered his head in despair as he looked frustrated.

“Trunen. Did you know that I accomplished the subjugation of the Western Horse Territory, which no one else has done? If you knew that, you should have expected this to some extent?”

In the depths of the Western Demon Territory, where no one had ever set foot, teratogenic monsters of the 1st and 2nd ranks also appeared frequently.

It’s absurd from my point of view that Trunen was only confident after summoning a level 3 monster, and that he was frustrated by himself.

“There were so many inflated and unclear rumors about Demesis that I couldn’t believe it easily. And if it’s a teratogenic monster of the 3rd class, it’s a really dangerous monster…”

Trunen makes excuses in embarrassment.

I cut him off.

“Don’t think you’re always right, and don’t think your standards apply to everyone. You failed to see me properly and judged on your own terms, and this mistake was made.”

Trunen was scared of me and couldn’t look straight at me since last time.

My pride was high on such a subject, so I believed that even I would be able to deal with the monster in the best fantasy that I could unfold.

The wizard’s arrogance and egotism.

They evaluated me thinking that only my standards were right because I had built up my own talent for a certain period of time and had been recognized for a long time at the academy.

Even a 3rd-class teratogenic monster is just a piece of trash below the level to me.

“Next time, look at me properly and judge me. If you can’t prepare a monster that can pose a threat to me with your level, admit it in advance. You came all the way here with unreasonable expectations.”

I left the devastated Trunen alone and turned around.

His expression contorted because he felt like he had been tricked by the shepherd boy again.

The energy around me is distorting in response to my emotions.

As if the world was enraged, a thick feeling of pressure pressed down on Trunen, who was lying face down.

“Ah, but this space is quite interesting. It felt like taking a walk to the Magic Castle. The environment is set up quite well.”

He encouraged Trunen before leaving.

The monster he prepared was poor, but the demon scene itself had a real atmosphere.

Still, it’s worth walking around and taking a look at.

“That, that, that, is that so? What, Demesis?”

A small hope appeared on the face of Trunen, who was lying flat on his face, unable to raise his head.

Fortunately, he did not disappoint me.

*

It’s okay to play with monsters, so I decided to go sightseeing in my spare class time.

The monsters who see me will only avoid or run away anyway, so I should take a walk in the illusion and observe the surroundings.

Looking around, the academy special class students were scattered in all directions, fighting the wave of monsters they encountered earlier.

They seem to have a lot of fun with themselves.

I wouldn’t have been so bored if the monsters had fought so desperately, if I had cooperated with my colleagues.

“soil.”

I drew a picture on the floor using the earth attribute magic I learned in the basic life magic introduction class.

I was killing time doing doodles, and then I came up with something to do.

The role of the ‘secret angel’.

In the book, when you fight against a dangerous enemy, you build a goodwill by helping someone in crisis.

I forgot because I didn’t think the monsters were dangerous enemies, but I didn’t know when a crisis situation would arise if the students of the academy special class were fighting such a tough battle.

At that time, if I appeared at the right time and helped, wouldn’t that be the role of a secret angel?

That’s what I saw in the book.

In an emergency, if you defeat the bad monsters, the relationship develops amicably.

That’s how you could make friends.

Deciding it was a good idea, I spread my magic around me.

Seeking students at risk.

and help them

In particular, I decided to take care of Lurivien, the high elf, whom I had to become a secret angel for.

*

Whoops, whoops, whoops, whoops.

“are you okay?”

Miel approached Broa, who was breathing heavily.

After the monster wave hit the students of the special class of the academy, the students were scattered all over the place, pushed by the mass, but Miel, a candidate for sainthood, was following Broa.

Broa, who had just been taking a break sitting on a suitable rock after defeating the monsters, looked back at her.

[healing]

Light rises from Miel’s outstretched hand, the wounds she had suffered in the vision disappear and her body rejuvenates.

At that warm power, Broa smiled.

“Thank you, Miel.”

“What. Broa-sama killed so many monsters.”

Miel responds to Broa’s greeting.

They soon formed a team.

Miel, who was with Paladin, came along to take care of Broa, and they were currently working together to defeat the monsters appearing everywhere.

“By the way, why are you following me? There were many students who wanted to team up with the priest.”

Broa asked Miel.

In the chaos where the monster wave appeared and attacked the students indiscriminately, Miel chose Broa.

He came to protect her with the Paladin and Alchemist.

The purpose of the favor is clear, and Broa asks a question.

Why did you come to help her?

“By the will of the goddess, good fortune abides in you, Miss Broa. You deserve to be loved.”

Miel blurted out why he was helping her, muttering something he couldn’t understand.

He has a frowning, gentle, shy smile.

“And Mr. Broa. There was a note I had to give you. I forgot because I had many things to do before class. I’ll tell you after class.”

“A note? Are you giving me a note?”

“You were absent from Professor Richellin’s class. Since I’m the class president, I decided to deliver the ‘secret angel’ designation note to Broa-sama.”

Miel explained to Broa what happened last week.

“A secret angel game? You did that too.”

She listened to Miel’s words and nodded.

“The demons have arrived. Be prepared.”

While they were chatting, a paladin who was wary of the surroundings noticed a group of enemies and said,

Broa raised her head and looked at the monsters approaching over the bush.

Huge monsters that can easily jump over trees.

Blue Wyverns and other powerful 5th and 6th grade objects were coming in various types.

She drew her sword, anticipating another difficult fight.