Chapter 323 – Senior

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Cleon sat on his knees, clutching his tingling cheek.

In front of him, a beautiful death knight with an angry face like a ghost.

Next to Cleon, the teeth of a cat that had returned to its corpse her and cooled down were neatly laid out, as if it were asleep.

Even though I bumped into Cleon pretty hard, it was fortunate that there were no wounds on his body.

“So… You’re a human from the outside… Working with the lich to spy on me?”

In response to her question, Cleon quietly nodded his head.

The fact that she accidentally touched her body earlier… And that the identity of the cat she loved was actually this guy.

Because of two things, her anger was at its peak.

Fortunately or fortunately, she succeeded in preventing her from reaching for the sword her to immediately decapitate her.

No matter how she made excuses, the end was that she would be branded as a pervert and killed by her.

“…Really, I can’t believe it.

“Don’t get me wrong. That’s not what he was thinking.”

At Cleon’s words her, she calmly shuts her mouth, then turns her head away with a hum.

“Who do you think will believe what you say? An outsider. It would be right to inform the goddess right away and decide on your treatment.”

Looking at Beatrix saying that, Cleon put on a slightly surprised expression.

She, too, saw Cleon’s expression her on her face her, and she became a subtle face and asked.

“…Something. That face.”

“No… I’m just a little surprised at the fact that you don’t swing your sword even though this situation has come.”

An enforcer is someone who wields a weapon for someone’s authority power.

Executing the death penalty, enforcing the law, occurs on the basis of power.

That’s why, only the most loyal subjects are given that role.

In this world, Beatrix was an undead that was trusted more than anyone else.

The reason why she didn’t immediately cut down Cleon, who broke the rules of this world, with a triple combo of trespassing + sexual harassment + treason…

“…You are not undead. Strictly speaking, you are not a resident of this world. I cannot determine the treatment of outsiders by my own will. Only the goddess can decide.”

“Has there been any outsiders besides me before?”

“…Not really.”

Beatrix shook her head at Cleon’s point.

“So, did you receive an order from the goddess to do so?”

“…Not even that… Wait, why are you interrogating me? It’s your fault.”

Gradually, Cleon began to realize.

She is not simply faithful to the goddess.

Beatrix, a Death Knight, was dependent on her goddess and the laws she established.

In an uncertain reality, it is a human habit to lean on something certain rather than making a choice with one’s own will.

For her, the most certain thing is the law of this world.

The goddess who gave the immutable yet fixed concept of death as the undead was the most unshakable central axis.

Not that it was bad.

Each person had different values, different things to protect, and different things to hold as an axis.

It was a part of ‘personality’ that could be defined as the strength of the person’s will or the ability to match oneself with the surroundings.

However, what Cleon feels is, after all.

It was not like ‘Bea’.

How was she at the academy?

She is capable of tampering with the memories of almost everyone in the school, not to mention fighting alongside Cleon against an opponent with terrifying power.

Right before Cleon came to the rescue, as the head of the Enforcement Department, she was a girl who struggled alone against evil for the sake of the other students who followed her.

She is a strong girl who is ready to sacrifice herself for Lila’s sake.

She seemed to be a mixture of the Beatrix that Cleon knew and the Beatrix he didn’t.

Although the gentleness and prudence she possessed were parts that Cleon was also familiar with.

She relied on others and left the choice her to her, which was different from the Bea Cleon knew.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

“—No, I know a guy who looks like you, but I just thought he was a different human.”

When Cleon said that, Beatrix, whose face was clearly displeased, spoke to her.

“That’s… Not a very good feeling.”

“Why? I just said it was someone else.”

Hearing Cleon’s answer her, Beatrix avoided his gaze her with her arms crossed. Her expression darkened.

“No one likes to be compared to someone else. Besides… Especially with someone who reveals that they think they’re better off.”

“…Sorry. I didn’t think that way was better. It’s just that someone with the same face… Is different from someone I know, so I feel uncomfortable.”

Cleon apologized to Beatrix, but Beatrix still didn’t make eye contact, and silence fell between the two of them.

Then, Beatrix quietly opened her mouth.

“Same face… I don’t think the ‘look-alike’ you’re talking about is…”

“Yes. You’re talking about yourself in another world. Beatrix Hutrus.”

When Cleon calls her name her, Beatrix looks a little surprised.

She knew by her instincts that it was her her own name that had just come out of her Cleon’s mouth her and called her.

“──…”

Beatrix’s face soon went from surprise to helpless bewilderment and fear.

Goddess rules she relies on.

Don’t expect the most important thing in memory called ‘name’.

Although she said it wasn’t her will, she just broke the rule.

“What have you done…! What have you done! An outsider! To tell me your name…!”

“You just knew the name, didn’t it? Does that remind you of something?”

When Cleon spoke as if telling her to calm down, Beatrix said, “It’s not like that, but…” And she turned her head away in a timid voice.

Cleon spoke while looking at her like that.

“Somehow… I don’t feel refreshed. It’s like I’m talking to a little kid. How much do you rely on him, you?”

“I’m sorry…!”

Hearing Cleon’s words, Beatrix immediately drew the sword from her own waist and brought the blade to Cleon’s shoulder her-no, to be precise, the side of her neck her.

“Anyway… You seem to be a pervert who wants to be cut by me… !”

A position where you can decapitate Cleon at any time if you blush and apply force.

Cleon looked up at such Beatrix, sighed at her, and grabbed her sword.

“I don’t know what frightened him into such a personality… But let me tell you one thing. You can’t cut me with a sword that has hesitation.”

The next moment, Cleon reaches out and grabs her sword.

The sharp blade cut the surface of her hand her and blood gushed out. Her sword her, which was firmly gripped by Cleon’s hand her, was frozen in place and did not move.

“Ugh…! What the hell, this is…!”

Beatrix was taken aback, if she cut off her hand her without decapitating her, she too would be able to wield her sword her with all her strength her.

At that level, she should be able to show her pain to the smug man in front of her.

However, Cleon did not stop and stood up from her seat her holding her sword.

‘…Even if it’s Lila from another world… Geniuses seem to be geniuses.’

Cleon took Lyla’s medicine into her and stuck her tongue out at her and healed her own body from her.

All of her wounds her had been recovered, of course, and her energy and magical powers her had all been restored.

It was possible to expect this level of efficacy if I recalled the names of the ingredients I was using.

In any case, if mana was thinly wrapped around her hand, it was possible to grab the sword in front of her eyes her with a sacrifice that was about abrasion.

Naturally, due to the difference in height between Cleon and Beatrix, a shadow formed over Beatrix’s body her.

“I don’t mind if you get in my way. But… I’ll do whatever it takes to save him.”

“That guy…? No way, are you talking about the Goddess…!”

Cleon didn’t answer her question, but she continued on her own.

“I don’t know what made you feel so weak, but… Wake up. You are the person he trusts the most. So, the position of enforcer is given to you-“

Having said that, Cleon shut her mouth for a moment.

For an enforcer, there is a weapon suitable for an enforcer.

The Executioner’s Sword that Layla wanted to see –

The demonic sword Galatea wrapped in black cloth.

Not to mention pride, Galatea was one of the most powerful weapons Cleon knew.

Although, it seemed that she had lost almost all the powers she knew and even her ego had fallen asleep.

It was difficult for Cleon to understand that the sword, which a faithful servant of the goddess should be proud of, was wrapped in black cloth and hung on the wall.

Even in her war of nerves with Layla, she would have been able to prove her own authority if she had that sword.

“Could it be… Because you can’t use that sword – Galatea… ?”

“——!”

Hearing Cleon’s point her, Beatrix put on a dazed expression for a moment, then put on a greatly embarrassed expression.

“Lack of self-confidence, obsession with the rules of the goddess more than necessary… Is that all because of that…!”

“Joe, be quiet…!”

Hearing Cleon’s surprise and criticism, Beatrix reached out to cover Cleon’s mouth of hers.

But soon, Cleon spoke while holding Bea’s hand hers.

“Bea…You…”

“I’m not called Beatrix… I’m the Goddess’ enforcer, Death Knight…!”

As Cleon looked at him with his pitiful eyes her, Beatrix finally crossed his arms to hide her face her.

He may have acted to defend himself, but nothing aroused pity like taking a defense that would crumble all too easily.

Cleon didn’t really want to blame her.

Just, as for herself, she wondered what the hell had happened to her, who had lost her confidence ‘for that reason’.

Cleon, with her back behind her, opened her closet her where she put her sword her.

Inside, Galatea could be seen, still wrapped in black cloth.

“Wait, you… What…”

Beatrix saw Cleon’s behavior of her and tried to stop him.

Cleon, who stretches out his hand toward Galatea without hesitation, injects his own magical energy into it.

Then- along with the thrilling sensation of spreading magic power, when Cleon’s magic power dyed the surface of the ordinary sword-

Within. Galatea is dyed the black that Cleon is familiar with.

“…That’s- the sword that didn’t respond to my magical power for hundreds of years…”

Beatrix couldn’t help but be surprised when she saw the shape of the sword.

Cleon grabbed the sword, which seemed to have regained some strength from his magical power his, and called for Galatea to be inside.

[Galatea…]

She called her name in a familiar way.

However, the call echoes hollowly, hovering in it and returning.

And, Cleon realized.

‘…Is it. I awakened Galatea…’

Anger at being betrayed by Albein and his allies.

And, it was the despair she felt when she was kicked out of the party.

If this Galatea belonged to another Cleon who traveled with Illenu.

Perhaps, Cleon to this world may have died without awakening Galatea.

Illenu, the maid, and Lyla… Maybe even Beatrix.

I couldn’t imagine what the adventure with them would have been like, but at least, I might have had an adventure no worse than myself when I was betrayed by Alvein.

However, as a result – Galatea’s power her was not fully awakened.

Or, if the result of missing the timing to awaken that power is the death of herself and her party her.

Cleon thought about that while holding onto Galatea. She let go of the sword and placed it on her desk her.

Then, for a moment, the magic energy that had been staying in Galatea was scattered, and the sword returned to its original state.

“You… What the hell…”

Beatrix looked at Cleon in disbelief, and Cleon scratched his head in reply.

“…This sword is a sword that is irreplaceable to me. It’s that much… Not that anyone can handle it.”

Turning to Beatrix with a wry smile, he spoke.

“I’m sure even you can handle it. This sword isn’t that grumpy.”

If Galatea had listened, she would have poured her mouth her.

Unfortunately, Cleon’s girl was not here.

Beatrix looked at Cleon for a moment, then cautiously reached out her hand toward Galatea.

“There’s no need to be too nervous. Empty your mind and think of what you want. A demonic sword… You can’t help but be honest with your desires.”

Cleon gave advice while placing his hand on Beatrix’s.

What Beatrix wanted- Cleon didn’t know.

And, if you inject magic power…

For a moment, the light green flame was absorbed, but it soon disappeared.

That alone made Beatrix look happy.

“All right, all right… Why?”

Cleon just patted him on the shoulder.

He didn’t do anything himself, he just let me know what he was doing as a magic swordsman.

However, because of Beatrix’s sincere personality of her, she thought of the magic sword as something precious.

He may have been trying to wield it without any distracting thoughts or desires.

Upon seeing a clue about the use of his magic sword her, Beatrix immediately put her hand on Cleon’s hand her, which was on top of her own.

“…Teacher!”

“…Teacher?”

Beatrix suddenly changed the title for herself.

“Tell me how to use this sword…!”

“…No no, I’m a trespasser, a pervert… A colleague of the lich?”

Cleon spoke a little embarrassed, but Beatrix shook his head.

“…Still, I need to be able to use this sword…!”

Beatrix’s eager eyes.

In the end, Cleon had no choice but to shake his head vertically.

“…But, that title of teacher is a bit strange.”

“Then what shall we call it?”

When Cleon received Bea’s question, he pretended to be a little worried before answering.

“…Senior.”

“…Senior?”

Beatrix called Cleon that with a slightly puzzled expression, but Cleon soon put a smile on his lips her.

Also, the title she called herself felt special.