Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

The zombie archers would never have made offensive moves without Alice's orders.

Whether there was another impossibility in the structure somewhere, when Cyril exercised the miracle of the departed (turn-and-dead), it all collapsed in unison and became immobile corpses.

And all that remained was Alice, who lay low on the ground and bled so much that there was no longer any prospect of help.

When I stood in front of her, the Beauty Instructor (Wizard) looked up at me because she was abhorrent.

"You tricked me...... magic arrow (magic missile) of a magician (mage) who could use an arrow (missile difflection) but it can't be one...... and how did you see through my trap...?

"You would have used it, too. It's a magic eye spell."

"Liar...... no way, mentor (wizard) class......! How can you be such an adventurer..."

"I'm tired of hearing that question. Freedom of choice."

"... I see, you mean freak... I thought I was probably too, but there are a lot of people in the world... but..."

Alice tries to squeeze the last force, takes one bundle of paper out of her nostrils, and offers it to me.

That bundle of paper had some parts wet in blood on the edge, but the place where its inner letters would be written was still legible.

"If you are also a mentor (wizard) you will see the value of my research......? Come on, take this to college and publish it. Spread the word about my accomplishments. This research is crammed with the lives of those who have lost their lives."

"... Huh! I'm sorry, I'm just saying something unsolicited...!

Satsuki, who was listening right around the corner, approached Alice on the verge of death and grabbed her chest barn up, but I put my hand on Satsuki's shoulder and shook her neck sideways.

And I received a bunch of paper that Alice had offered me.

"Oh, hey, Will......! What..."

"Yes, that's fine! Come on, take that to college! And the name of this one genius, Alice Flamelia, will be inscribed in the history of Necromancer magic forever!

While Satsuki was confused and Alice was ecstatic, I...

I walked to the wall with that bundle of paper, and with the lamp fire that was there, I lit the bundle of paper.

"What...?

Flattering Alice.

While doing so, the fire on the paper bundle builds momentum and burns.

"Bye, silly! Are you nuts!? Awwwwwww...!

Alice crawls desperately on the ground and comes toward me with such momentum that she wonders where such power remained.

But her obsession would never bear fruit, and before she could reach me, the bundle of paper burned to ashes.

"Ah, ah... my, my life..."

Alice looks up at the ragged ashes and weeps.

I say the words that I will chase to her, which is not strange when the lamp of life is at last exhausted.

"You may say that your research has certainly yielded groundbreaking results. But I don't recognize it as good, and I don't help you with your dreams. This is my will, my justice."

"Ko, this, inhuman......! I'll resent you, I'll curse you, I'll kill you... whoa, whoa, whoa...!

Finally, Alice lost her temper and strength and ran out.

Cyril then offered a brief prayer to the corpse and made a sacramental farewell.

This will not bring Alice's resentment back to life as a ghost.

I look over at the three girls and say:

"Let's go home. I need to talk to Eileen about ex-post processing."

That said, I left the spot behind without waiting for them to follow me.

Then Cyril ran over to me, poking me in the ass with that elbow.

"You look like you've come up with something terrible. Just sit in the booze and spit it out later. I can do as much as I ask you."

That was a word to worry about me.

I hear it and breathe one big breath.

"... no, it's my inner problem, and it's something I haven't digested myself. I'm not at a stage where I can talk to people yet."

But Cyril sighs as loudly as she shudders.

"That's why.... Oh, I'm getting to know you. Maybe you're an outgoing idiot. Rely on people for a little longer. I don't try to hold it all myself."

…………

I've been preached.

It reminds me of my mother as a child.

"... Okay, I'll think about it"

"Mm-hmm."

Cyril, who smiled, turned to me, stretched her back and took my head with her hand.

... Why does that happen?

"... I wonder if that would be just fine."

"Oh, that's what you always do to Mi? How do you feel?"

"That's a complicated feeling."

"Right. It's complicated."

I just got embarrassed and let her get rid of those hands, but Cyril was still laughing and following beside me.

"Welcome home! I thought the Wills would be fine, but they're safe and above all. So how'd it go?

Back in the city, Irene said so and welcomed me.

I explained the whole story to Eileen.

Eileen, who was listening, had a sinister face at the end.

And he said this to me.

"Good day, Will. That was tough. I'll take care of everything afterwards, so get some rest today."

"Really...? You okay if I don't help you, too?

Eileen doesn't like brainwork anyway.

I thought you should at least give me some support.

"You know what, Will? You look pretty awful right now, you realize that? Worry more about yourself than about me. [M] Yes, just go home to the inn and rest. This is an order from your employer."

Eileen has put her hands on her hips and told her to be prestigious.

Damn, Eileen worried me too.

"... ok, let me do that. I'm a little tired indeed."

Thank you. I can't seem to do that right now.

Sweet for Irene's words, I decided to rest already that day at the inn.

And we went into the tavern and started the banquet even though it wasn't even evening yet.

I exposed Cyril to her on the spot.

What would you have done with that Alice study if it had been my father who was there?

Or what would I have done if I hadn't known Philia and had a friendship with Alice?

Am I right in what I did?

Is it good or evil?

I told Cyril one story from the inside out that had no benefit.

There was no answer.

Cyril didn't have the answer either.

But Cyril listened quietly without denying my thoughts and accepted them.

When I divulged my thoughts that I was like a follower of the goddess of charity, the answer came back, "Just now," he said.

And there's another thing that impressed me with the words she spoke.

She listened to my inner revelations all the time and said:

"Whether your judgment was right or wrong, it seems unscrupulous to me to judge it. I think it's very difficult to talk about that. But if there's only one thing I can say... 'I' support that decision of yours. I mean, now you and I are complicit."

Cyril laughed mischievously when she said that, giving her right hand pinky.

I was drunk. I had some momentum, and I gave myself my right pinky, and I made mysterious finger cuts with her.

That's how I cut my finger. Looking at my little finger, I snap one.

"... one from me, okay?"

"Hmm, what?

"For the first time in my life, I feel like I know what it's like to be drowned in a woman"

When I said that, Cyril started laughing once properly and the next dull.

"That would be an honor. Why don't you just try drowning once?

"... No, I won't. I'm not sure I can come back."

"Oh, that's so sensible. If I had said another word, I would have definitely drowned."

"... you look like such a horrible witch to me right now. Very unlikely to be a cleric (Holy Order)"

Looks like this story of mine got in my bump, and Cyril started laughing in earnest.

On the other hand, when I looked across the table, Satsuki and Mi seemed to enjoy each other.

Look at that, I'm a little relieved.

I was also a little worried about Satsuki's mentality, but thanks to Mi, it looks ok.

I think so.

I wonder if the true actors in this party are Cyril and Mi.

It's not noticeable because it's thorough in shadow work, but with them, it also seems like everything is well put together.

─ No, you don't.

They're not the only ones.

Everybody's got their back.

Even Satsuki seems to be running away, but her brightness and ease also seem to moisturize us all.

I can't imagine Satsuki missing from the party right now, and somehow what I can imagine seems less tenacious than what the party looks like right now.

With that in mind, I ate and drank.

Eventually, late in the day, Irene, who had finished post-processing, also got mixed up with the feast, making more and more noise about something.

And my consciousness was around there, caught in a vortex of cloudiness.

That's how my adventurer life, my last adventure in the F-Rank, closed the curtain.

In the meantime, I held...

Yeah, it was still a feeling that adventurers might seem like a half punishment, which is hard but funny.