Magic Academy Bans Harem

Chapter 383 Blade Piercing the Gods
Once, after becoming a special employee of the "Tree Witch Research Institute," Cortrinet made a suggestion to Ritas.

That is, to conduct some extreme tests on the students like Melsie. To find out where the limits of the girls who possess "Star Marks" lie in terms of their bodies, strength, and so on. Moreover, it can also be used as an opportunity to test under what kind of stimulation their "Star Marks" would go into a significant berserk state.

Cortriene's suggestion was rejected by Ritas.

A test of glass strength will inevitably end with the glass shattering.

Although she doesn't remember the specifics very clearly, Cortrienne recalls that Ritas said something like this.

Cortriene didn't take it to heart. At most, she just remarked that Ritas, whom she remembered as a research fanatic, had now truly become a "mentor."

She was just mentioning it casually. It can only be said that the kind of perseverance that has been circulating in the "Elson style"—that "the power you can still unleash after reaching your limit is the true power"—is a kind of perseverance theory that is not very relevant to the times, and it is hard not to have an influence on this former successor of the sword saint.

Cortrienne truly understood the meaning of that phrase after she was drawn into the world of fairy tales.

At first, it was just noise surrounding my ears and illusions appearing before my eyes.

But Cortrienne, without realizing it, became completely unable to ignore these things.

She returned time and time again to that twilight when she cornered the serial killer who had impersonated "Elson Liu" in the alley.

Kill him. Only by killing him can you become your true self.
The seductive voices were certainly troubling. But what was worse was that Cortriñe's own heart was also wavering.

The more setbacks she encountered after abandoning the path of "sword," the more "what ifs" would surface in her mind.

If she had chosen a different path back then, and chosen to wield her sword, would everything be different now?

In any case, even if she didn't carry out the execution, the criminal wouldn't have lived long anyway. She witnessed the criminal's execution shortly after that day.

Unlike glass, which has many replacements even if it breaks, some things are simply not meant to be tested.

Under the erosion of malice, Cortrienne's heart finally met its "shattering" end.

After all, she was being manipulated.

After all, what she killed was merely an illusion she had created.

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When it comes to determination, the most dangerous thing is "excuses," excuses that are enough to convince oneself.

Ultimately, why must she continue to endure this?
In exchange for suppressing her nature and instincts and abandoning her duty and talents, what did she gain?
Saying they were born in the wrong era
That's not her problem.
For a long time, the balance in Cortrinie's heart, which she had finally maintained through her own stubbornness and persistence, through her encounters with those close to her, and through her teacher's sincere guidance, began to tilt completely.

So, after repeating this countless times...

Cortrienne deftly swung her sword at the illusory scene that reappeared in the illusory world.

When exactly did the whole world turn blood red?
Cortrienne couldn't remember.

You could even say she can't remember who she is.

As blood splattered everywhere, the demon within her was completely unleashed. Her mind and body, previously entangled in a web of complexities, returned to their purest state.

She became the "sword" itself.

She instinctively sensed the true meaning and origin of the sword.

As long as the sword is created for the purpose of killing others, that's enough.

With each person she kills, she inevitably becomes sharper!

In the blink of an eye, mountains of corpses and seas of blood piled up beneath the "Tin Man's" feet. And these would all be the steps and shortcuts that would propel her to the summit!
So, becoming stronger is this simple. So, acquiring power can be this easy.
So, what exactly was she enduring all this time?
All those past efforts seem to have transformed into fuel for the already ignited flames to burn even brighter.

The flames, which could no longer be extinguished, consumed Cortrienne's rationality and unleashed the "monster" within her.

Regardless of whether she was being manipulated or not, Cortelne, who had transformed into a demon, only wanted to keep swinging her sword, keep watching the blood fly, and keep gaining power that seemed to have no end.

She severed ties with relatives and friends, with neighbors, and with everything that moved that appeared before her, including the teacher who had taught her everything.

Instinctively, she gathered all the broken "swords" around her. They were both spoils of war and a warning. A warning that since she had chosen to exist as a sword, she should not try to go back to her original "wrong path."

However, even at this stage, some discordant voices still lingered around her.

Of all, the most jarring sound was that of the figure that used another person's body to jump around in front of her from time to time.

In truth, no matter how noisy that figure was, it was all good to Cortrienne. What she cared more about was the body itself.
So, what exactly are I hoping for?
Is it to completely sever that last trace of confusion?
Still looking forward to it
In a daze.

Suddenly, intense blue flames engulfed Cortrienne's entire body.

She was in agony, she was wailing.
Those annoying, seductive words finally disappeared completely.

And also burning was her vision, which had been reduced to a blood-red hue for a long time.

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Now that things have come to this, what good is it if the vision becomes clear again?
All that could be seen was endless darkness.
Cortrienne, who had this thought, suddenly froze.

Because, in the otherwise empty, pitch-black sky, a faint star shone.

As the first star lit up, the second and third stars were also slowly lit up, forming a triangle shape that she knew all too well.

Immediately afterwards, with the Triangle Star at its center, countless stars shone brightly in the sky one after another, and in the blink of an eye, they converged into a dazzling Milky Way.

Although it was an incredibly long-awaited sight, Cortrienne would probably never forget those strangely shaped, hourglass-like constellations.

"It's winter now, so next to the hourglass constellation, we can see with the naked eye the Ram constellation, which looks like a pair of ram's horns. And there's a constellation with a pair of wings that looks like just rings, but is named 'Ouroboros'."

Besides her vision loss, Cortrienne's hearing also gradually returned.

She stared blankly into the distance, holding a thick, illusory book in her hands, and continuously writing strange symbols in the air with her free hand, as if using this method to replace the figure of chanting.

It was a figure that, when appearing alongside the starry sky, would seem somewhat unfamiliar to Cortriñe.

The black-haired youth slightly raised the book in his hand. From it, a large number of particles scattered, illuminating the night sky with countless stars as its base.

Suddenly, a shooting star flashed across the sky without warning.

Immediately, like a sudden storm, countless meteors streaked across the sky, creating a magnificent spectacle before Cortrienne's eyes.

"No matter what, you're way too late, Kurt."

The voices that rang out again brought Cortrienne, who had been constantly shifting her gaze as if trying to catch the trace of every shooting star, to a halt.

In her vision, the figure on the opposite side seemed to completely overlap with the figure from ten years ago.

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It seems that after being lost for ten long years, she finally remembered to keep her appointment that night. "I'm sorry."

Having fully regained her senses, Cortrienne slowly closed her eyes, her face filled with bitterness and sorrow.

In some ways, she might truly be a "tin man." Because she had indeed previously stored a part of her "heart," a part called "love heart," elsewhere.

However, things that have already been missed are obviously too late to be found again now.

At this moment when Cortrienne was at her weakest and most vulnerable, a figure that had been lying in wait for a long time suddenly leaped into the air in front of the two of them.

Whether it's Cortriene or the "Tin Man".

Little Ritas will never forgive the other party.

Whether it's reality or illusion, for Little Ritas, everything he had, except for the goddess of the bath, Millie, and Charlotte, was completely destroyed by Cortriene.

Therefore, at this moment, Little Ritas also hated himself very much.

More thoroughly than his previous aversion, he began to hate himself, which ultimately originated from "Ritas".

Already broken and battered, this is his last chance.

Even though he considered Cortrienne his greatest enemy, reason relentlessly reminded him that the real culprit, the one who truly caused everything, was someone else entirely.

What annoyed Little Ritas even more were the words written by his "prototype".

Even if he taught some of those words to Millie and the Goddess of Bath, the only ones who could truly understand the language at that level were probably each other.

Even now, Little Ritas doesn't know what the original intended to do with that remaining power. He also feels a deep-seated disgust that the other party would even exploit his last vestige of power, and then present him with an enticing offer.

so.
The real mastermind behind it all, and the absolute enemy.

What choice should he make?

The outside of the fairy tale world.

The "Wanderer" still stared intently at the interior, as if it wanted to stick its head into a fairy tale world.

Since her failure was already an irreversible outcome, she should at least watch as Ritas, who had been causing trouble from beginning to end, completely perished in the fairy tale world.

However, the "Tin Man," on whom she had placed high hopes, seemed to regain his spirit through a little trick that was more like magic than magic.

but!

It's not over yet!

The Wanderer's eyes widened when he saw Little Ritas suddenly erupt beneath the starry sky.

Unlike the real Ritas, who reconciled with himself to some extent during his time with the Elson family and his subsequent academic career.

Little Ritas simply added the most tragic twist to an already countless tragedies.

Therefore, the extent of Little Ritas's perversity and twistedness far surpasses that of the real Ritas.

In other words, Little Ritas will definitely do something that will drag everyone down with him!

As if confirming the wanderer's dark thoughts, Little Ritas, who had sprung into the air, began to swell up with the remaining half of his body.

Sure enough, when he felt he was no match for his opponent and had to destroy him, the extreme Little Ritas would not hesitate to self-destruct!

But the wanderer's somewhat perverse sense of joy didn't last even a second.

Suddenly, the swollen Little Ritas burst forth with an incredibly intense light centered on itself.

It is colorful, flashes at high frequency, and has an astonishing brightness that can almost pierce the eyes.

By the time the wanderer feels dizzy and reflexively closes their eyes, it's already too late.

Little Ritas is still "Ritas" after all.

"Ah—! Damn it—! My eyes!!!"

Unable to maintain any semblance of dignity, the wanderer howled and roared like a wounded beast.

Inside the fairy tale world, Ritas is making a grasping motion with his free hand.

As a result of his actions, the night sky he had previously created, capable of blocking out all light except starlight, fell down, closing in on him like a dome-shaped protective shield. It protected him and Cortelene from the intense light magic.

Following Little Ritas's "Radiant Magic".

Ritas dispersed the protective barrier of the night sky that had been shielding him, and stared coldly at the wanderer on the other side of the world, who was covering his eyes and roaring incessantly.

Even in such a sorry state, the Wanderer remained like a high and mighty, arrogant god-giant.

Therefore, as a character in the "script," it's already quite good that they were able to cause some harm in this way.
Just as Ritas was not satisfied with the result, but had no other choice.

Silently, Cortriene picked up the broken heavy sword that had fallen into the endless darkness beneath her feet, which was scattered in the void.

This broken sword now has almost no blade left.

However, for Cortrienne, it was just right.

The complete, massive greatsword, as heavy as a giant airship, was never an aid to her, but rather an obstacle.

Taking a deep breath, Cortriñe adopted a final, desperate stance.

The next instant, Cortriñe unleashed a powerful thrust that shot straight into the sky.

True power comes after the limits.
The sword saints and masters of the Elson style firmly believed in this strange theory!

In an instant, the sharp light finally struck the one who was truly meant to be struck, traversing the seemingly endless void, passing through the window of the other side of the sky, crossing the barrier of the fairy tale world, and fiercely piercing through the gaps in the fingers of the "god" into her eye socket.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The bursting, bright red blood sprayed into the fairytale world, pouring down like a torrential downpour.

(End of this chapter)