The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

It's been two weeks since I baited Fiolen and three days until I reach the Maelka Dungeon.

I couldn't sleep even after dawn. I was patrolling the Academy. This damn academy didn't expect me to do it because the faculty is on dawn duty to keep students safe.

The current world time distribution is 2.7021 · · ·. >

I blurted my troubles as I saw a message rising in the air. It flows 2.7 times faster than Earth. That is, ten days on Earth is almost four weeks here. I spent six weeks in a place like that.

I spent more time than I thought, but it doesn't really matter. I don't have a guild anymore anyway. From the time I first held my gun at the age of fourteen, no one waited for me to return.

More than that, it was a way to deal with Fiolen right now.

You cannot kill Fiolen, the Ace of the Academy, in the usual way.

Thoroughly and completely, I had to destroy all of Fiolen's power and image.

Maelka Dungeon.

Yes, it's good to know information about the future. But I still can't think of a way to use it. The story is that Maelka Dungeon is the only way to win more sexually than Fiolen.

‘Well, there are many episodes. Should I be aiming for the next episode? ’

Thinking about it, I was stumped, clicking on Huresh and walking down the hallway, and it felt like he was popular somewhere. Quiet popularity that may have been overlooked without even knowing it. But now that I have my sixth sense skills, I feel clear.

“Reading room?”

This time all spaces will be closed, including reading rooms, libraries, and tutoring rooms. I wanted to open the door slowly and come inside. What the hell is this?

Araceli's eyes are bloodshot and she's doing something.

“Professor · · · ·? ”

“What are you doing here? ”

“Well, well. Sorry, I have a symposium in a few minutes. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

What's a symposium?

It's an academic debate where magical students have to announce their magic every quarter. >

Oh, I see.

“But now is the time to be grounded. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes. I'm sorry."

“Go back.”

After roughly saying that, Araceli hesitates and opens her mouth slowly.

“But · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“ · · ·? ”

“If you don't do this, I'm going to screw up the presentation again. This time really · · · ·. I can't hold on much longer. ”

“Hmm."

The desperate look.

I thought I knew that look, but I honestly don't know. Unlike me, who was used to losing because he had always been defeated, he had just walked into the path of a winner and now he has fallen into the path of a loser.

However, in the end, it is the same that both are losers. Like me once, this child is struggling to get out of the way of the losers.

She looked me in the eye and said,

“Actually, I'm not sure. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“No matter what. I can't beat Fiolen. I know, I'm a lot less. ”

No, it's not.

“But · · · ·. If I don't do this, I can't do magic anymore. ”

Even if we lose, let's lose as best we can.

That's the final conclusion of Araceli's mind.

I sighed deeply.

But I can't help it. That's it, and annoying is annoying. I had a lot to worry about right now, but I couldn't stand one student.

So, the moment I was about to tell you to go back,

A message comes to mind above the paper.

< The paper will be completed by Araceli in six months. >

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

I approached Araceli without even knowing it, and I took the paper.

Another translucent paper with a magic formula on the side of the paper comes to mind.

“What is this? ”

There seems to be fewer papers in the present and fewer in the future. I've never seen anything like it.

Then suddenly, one possibility comes to mind.

"No way, is Fiolen touching this? ’

Unlike regrets, I can't see the future at any time. Only the protagonist's intervening future was so that he could compare it with the reality.

In other words, the reason why future papers now appear to overlap is not possible unless Fiolen is involved.

‘The future has changed. ’

It was originally a paper about half a year later, but when Fiolen pushed it, Araceli eventually had the results of advancing her future.

‘Wait, is this...? ’

The other day, 'Yeon-jun Lee' gained a free skill when he was in trouble. It was to correct Yeon-jun's ‘cider’.

But that's because Lee Yeon-jun was such a protagonist, not all protagonists.

Especially in the case of regretters, skills were not given for free. Regrets must have needed some probability when they got all the power, even though the word ‘regression’ itself was not probable.

‘Hey, client. ’

< Yes. >

‘What happens if a regretter is in danger or eats a sweet potato? ’

< ‘Episode of the Future’ moves for regretters. >

< Transformed into episodes that can overcome crises. >

< Or prepare the cider to remove the sweet potatoes. >

Oh-ho.

Is that what it was?

When I heard the client's answer, I was convinced.

I could use the araceli.

I scoured her paper slowly.

It feels like I'm looking for the wrong picture.

“Here.”

“Yes, yes? ”

When I pointed out the formula with my finger, she was furious.

“What's wrong with this shape? ”

The future of Araceli draws a triangle, while the present of Araceli draws a circle.

That's the only level I can tell. I know nothing about magic.

However, Araceli was a genius and shocked as if she had realized something the moment my intellect came into her.

“Ahh · · · · · · · ·! ”

“And this. This and this.”

For a moment, Araceli hurriedly took out her pen and began checking my points. There's something bothering you. However, if you have a lot of worries, it's only normal to see fatigue.

For some reason, Araceli looks as happy as flying.

“Since when have you been studying this? ”

“Ahh · · ·. before I started school.”

She replied with a crawling voice as if she was ashamed that she hadn't finished one of these papers for a long time, but she still asked questions afterwards because it didn't matter. Most couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter that they caught a few important points.

Things that even regretters didn't know about.

I handed Araceli the Field Service Huresh.

Cheap Huresh called "Mysterious Staff of Light" among students.

“Take that, go to your room and study quietly. ”

“· · · · · · · Ah! Go. Thank you. ”

I don't need it right now, but Araceli will.

The last time I said that, I turned around, and I didn't see the look on her face. I didn't deserve to see her face because I was going to use Araceli.

*

Time flies, academic debate day.

Freshmen publish their papers in front of the faculty.

As a prestigious magic academy, they have to prove their knowledge at the same time as admission.

Right here.

Fiolen didn't write any papers 20 years ago. He barely made it to the Academy with a tug-of-war, and Fiolen's knowledge only lasted a month compared to other students who had already received early education.

However, it is different now.

Fiolen had countless future knowledge, and most of all, Araceli's paper, "The Wave 4 Equation," which was about to be published half a year later, was in her hands.

No problem.

Once again, all you have to do is prove your ‘genius’ and dismantle the paper Araceli is about to publish.

Just like this, keep it steady.

‘That woman who tore up my pride thoroughly, this time I · · · · · · · · ·. ’

By the way.

We have a problem.

“I have a presentation from an undergraduate at Araceli. ”

[Equation of Waveform 4]

Seeing the message rising from the air through magic, Fiolen was forced to open her eyes wide.

‘Why · · ·? ’

Apparently, Araceli published another paper in the first semester. This paper was also remarkable, but in Fiolen's view, with knowledge of the future, it was nothing more than a hoax. I've been thoroughly prepared to debate Araceli.

"No, that's not the point! ’

Fiolen grips her thesis in cold sweat.

It was because he brought the same paper as her.

What do we do?

In this case, the presentation will be advantageous. Moreover, Araceli's presentation was logical and tidy. Her voice is naturally born with the charm of leading people.

“Thank you."

Oh, my God!

After her presentation, the faculty expressed their admiration in succession. It was definitely a great paper.

“· · · · · · Next, Fiolen. ”

‘How to · · · · · · · · ·. ’

“Fiolen?”

“· · · Yes. ”

It's too late.

He had the same paper as Araceli, and he had to publish it.

"Should I refuse to make the announcement as before? ’

No, I don't.

I never wanted to experience being insulted by everyone for failing to make an announcement at the symposium at the beginning of admission and the first time. Above all, I didn't want Araceli to take away anything of hers (the future knowledge of the great wizard Araceli) anymore.

So.

He has decided.

“In an undergraduate dissertation from Araceli, we pose a 'suspicion of plagiarism.' ”

That's what Fiolen said. But when the principal raised his hand, everyone was silent.

Suspected of plagiarism.

It was embarrassing not to fit the name of the prestige, but once or twice every year.

So if these suspicions were raised, they must have proven each other in place without ever letting go.

You plagiarized me.

I didn't plagiarize.

The faculty looked around the intestine with an interesting face. I've seen it several times before, but this time the target is Araceli, the chief admissions student, and Fiolen, who has scored the best Mana Circling of all time. Isn't that exciting?

“Before raising any suspicion of plagiarism, is an undergraduate Fiolen confident to take responsibility for her own words? ”

“Of course. That must be my paper. ”

“I see. When did you write this paper? ”

“I've been writing ever since I entered school. And I can prove it. ”

“Proof.”

In the magical world, papers start from the beginning by ‘fully understanding’ the formula. No matter how much he plagiarized it, he couldn't complete all the tens or hundreds of formulas that were in it.

So in the first place, by solving the suspicion of plagiarism, ‘Who is more perfectly able to solve the paper? Check’.

Fiolen was confident about this. Even if Araceli used dragons, Fiolen knows the knowledge of the future. By the end of the day, you just need to add a few college-level formulas to make them more efficient and perfect.

Fiolen came forward, not nervous at all, and smoothly wrote down the formula on the blackboard in the air, and awe erupted among the faculty. Formulas most students don't even understand. It was the same with Araceli, so her expression became more and more pale.

Soon, when Fiolen completed the formula in a way that was completely different and more efficient than Araceli, the boy was delirious.

“What, and Miss Araceli's plagiarism? ”

“I can't believe it. It's more perfect than ever. ”

Apparently, Araceli was plagiarized. I had to think so.

Fiolen closes her eyes and enjoys the atmosphere.

Tap the genius and feel the excitement when you're on top of it! Qataris! It was an unparalleled pleasure.

So, when Fiolen is about to enjoy the victory.

“Principal. Can I help you? ”

Combat Madodology guest professor opened his mouth.

The principal nods, apart from Fiolen's slow expression, because she missed an important moment. Because the opinions of all faculty were important here.

After obtaining permission, I slowly got up and told Fiolen.

“First, I'd like to commend you on Fiolen's undergraduate equation. It's a really neat arrangement. ”

“Gratitude"

“By the way."

First and last compliment. I was just trying to be polite to the audience.

Now that you've dragged Aggro, it's time to put the deal in.

“There's one thing that's a little strange. ”

Slowly, Serdam looks Fiolen in the eye.

Ask.

“Fiolen undergraduate. Whose paper did you refer to in question 17, 'Fraction of parameters’? ”

“Yes?”

Fiolen hesitates for a moment because she didn't expect to ask such a question, but she clears her voice.

“Something · · · ·. Reading a paper is a hobby. You can't remember all the books you saw. ”

Yes, it's just a living house. All you have to do is pass it around.

“That's strange.”

He tilted his head.

“Eight percentages of parameters are · · · · · · · ·. This must be the first formula Miss Araceli made during her entrance exam. ”

Let's do it.

Immediately, the atmosphere of the intestine subsided.

Fiolen also blushed her lips with a puzzled expression.

Regrets know the information of the future.

But not everything.

Serdam was able to grab the information of the first and second worlds at the same time, and thanks to that, he was able to capture the gaps in the knowledge of regretters.

One little piece of evidence that doesn't really matter.

The little evidence, however, was so obvious that it condemned Fiolen's neck even more vigorously.

The principal slowly turned his head.

From the histories, to Araceli, and to Fiolen.

Like a thousand years, 30 seconds went by.

The principal slowly opened his mouth.

“Fiolen undergraduate. I'm sure you've been writing this paper since you started admitting. So, can you think of a reason why an undergraduate at the entrance exam, Araceli, would have a formula that only the faculty at the moment know is in your paper? ”

Fiolen clenches her fist with an evil bite.

We have to make excuses. I have to say something.

However, this situation was something that the regretters had never imagined.

There was nothing a copycat could do in an unforeseen situation.

In the end, Fiolen had only one answer.

“· · · No. ”

As if waiting for him, the principal opened his mouth with a resolute voice.

“I will hold a disciplinary committee on plagiarism in Fiolen's undergraduate class at this time. ”

At the same time, Araceli sits on the floor.

“Haha · · ·. ”

You protected your own.

The professor proved his efforts.

And for the first time, I was able to bring victory from Fiolen.

Somehow, Araceli, who was unable to control the overwhelming emotions, shed a single tear without me knowing.

Signal it.

[Crisis detected for the protagonist 'Fiolen’.]

[Destination ‘Legal Story’ is designated as a bad actor.]

[Episode ‘The Infernal Horse of Maelka Dungeon (3)' began hostilities against the Evil One.]

The future has changed.

End