Sylvia looked back as ordered, immediately noticing Deculein glaring toward her.
âDebutante Sylvia.â
âYes?â
âAs far as I know, this library is exclusive to executives only. There are many confidential documents stored here. Hence, except for faculty, entry is prohibited.â
âOh, I see. I wasnât aware. I got lost.â
Deculein nodded at Sylviaâs excuse.
âNo one seems to think that youâre lost. You and the librarians are at fault, all of youââ
She lied to save herself from this situation and used the exception clause.
âThere is no exception clause.â
âIâm sorry. There was a book I wanted to find.â Sylvia finally confessed.
âAh.â
He extended his hand to grab the book, but he missed.
âOh, my.â
She lost her balance and fell on her butt. Rage began to boil inside her, but she didnât show it as she stood up and brushed herself oïŹ. She then looked at Deculein.
ââŠâ
He was peeking into the book. Sylvia snorted inwardly, finding the situation funny.
âItâs an Ethinel novel. You wonât understand, considering you have no hobbies other than socializing. Stop wasting your breath and give me back the book.â
âI was with her last night.â
ââŠ?â
She found it odd.
âRed flowers danced throughout the path to her.â
Professor Deculein unexpectedly recited strange sentences, almost like he was reading from the book, even using a soft tone that differed from his voice during lectures.
âI didnât want to think about to whom these feelings started from.â
He continued calmly, but Sylvia couldnât understand what was happening.
âIf you desire to be with her, then thatâs fine.â
He was reading it. No, was he reading it, or was he just babbling?
âBut I know her very soulâŠâ
The professor then stopped as he closed the book.
âYouâŠlike romance novels. Itâs no big deal.â
âHuh?â Puzzled and unable to think of the right words to say, she bit her lips and shook her head. âRomance novels, Iââ
âForget it. Take this with you. Iâll forgive you just this once.â
âRomance novelsââ
The book floated to her, and she wrapped her arms around it, bringing it close to her chest.
âBut, youâll be sanctioned to disciplinary action if you come here again as you please.â
âItâs not that I like itââ
âDid you come here to show oïŹ your householdâs authority? You donât have to come here yourself in the future. You can just ask someone with an allegiance to you.â
He wasnât even listening to her. Sylviaâs lips hung open. For the first time in her life, she experienced shame and humiliation. Her pale and indiïŹerent expression was flushed with anger. She wasnât trying to read a romance novel. She was trying to learn the fairiesâ customs through the book.
âTrying to learn from books like that is impractical. Thatâs not a common story.â
She received a fatal blow, causing her to lose her mind and just stand there blankly for a moment. It felt as if she was just hit in the back of the head with a blunt object.
ââŠâ
The stupefied Sylvia closed her eyes for a moment and narrowly opened them.
ââŠâ
Sylvia looked at the book in her hand. Fortunately, it wasnât taken away from her.
âDespicable.â
She blabbered as she pleased. Deculein was keeping her in check, perhaps because he was conscious of Iliade. Sylvia left the room and immediately returned to the mansion, opening the book.
âMy lady, youâre home early.â
âYes. Donât bother with my meals.â
She had to focus on checking if the professorâs interpretations were correct and on studying the Ethinel. For that reason, she prepared an Ethinel vocabulary list beside her.
ââŠâ
The more she read, the more she was surprised by how accurate Deculeinâs interpretation was. He even knew a word she didnât know. Was it merely conjectured from the context? Even so, his sentences flowed smoothly and sounded natural.
â!â
But those questions soon disappeared from Sylviaâs mind as she realized that it wasnât a romance novel.
[Like Iâm wrapped in her bare bodyâŠshe â â me â â and â â â â â â â â âŠ]
It was pornography.
âHow could thisââ
*******
After returning the odd novel to Sylvia, I came to the mountain with the teaching staïŹ.
âHaha! I didnât know there would be fifty applicants for self-control practice.â
Relin, a chubby professor from the Department of Assistive Studies, laughed loudly.
âIâm just as surprised as you are,â I replied indiïŹerently.
This place was appropriately called the Mountain of Darkness, considering it was similar to famous forests of other magic schools, but it was far more violent and dangerous. However, since it was located in a far corner of the university and guarded by barriers, the students remained oblivious to it as they lived ordinary school lives. But the tower, which directly managed the mountain and was responsible for the studentsâ safety, considered this place valuable even though it was treacherous.
Without it, everyone would have to travel much farther to experience an actual fight. The magical ingredients that could be found here, like salamanders, plants, and oil from the Graten Drize, to name a few, could also be profited from.
âArenât you proud?â
Today, the faculty, including me, and fifty debutante wizards, went to the Mountain of Darkness for practical training. Even though it had Darkness in its name, its surroundings were still pretty bright since the day was still young.
âTheyâre extremely dignified, as befits elites of the Imperial Universityâs standards.â
here at noon, praising the students who handled the evil creatures that frequently appeared here during the odd hours of the day.
âThis is why you should be afraid of the Mountain of DarknessâŠâ
Summer was still a long way oïŹ, yet Relin was still sweating profusely.
âOh, by the way. The professor on duty for this week hasnât been decided yet. Itâs time to take turns and choose a new one. At times like this, the head professorâs opinionâŠ.â
Maybe it was because of this. There were about fifty full-time professors in the tower. There were other faculty members, including associate professors and assistant professors, but according to the by-laws, only full-time professors were allowed to take turns guarding the Mountain of Darkness. Of course, from Relinâs reactions, it became quite clear that it was dangerous to go first.
âIâll do it.â
I volunteered.
âOh! Ah, hmmm. I see. It is as expected of the head professor, taking the initiative to set an example.â
I wasnât setting an example. I was just completing a quest.
[Side Quest: Mountain of Darkness]
â Store currency +1
â Additional Achievement Rewards
Something was waiting for me inside there, pulling at me and seemingly seducing me. Maybe that was why the side quest was triggered.
âWell, Head Professor Deculein, I leave this place in your care until Sunday. Iâll replace you next week.â
Relin shuddered with joy.
âAlright.â
I set aside the professorsâ problems and focused on this place. With their abilities, weak people wouldnât be able to survive on this mountain easily. Filled with jump scares, horrifying moments, and thrilling monsters, the Mountain of Darknessâs nights changed the genre of the game itself.
******
âŠ12:05 am. Late night.
She burrowed herself in clothes. April could still be fairly cold, but Ifrin wasnât bothered by it. It wasnât due to heating magic or her robe being enchanted with cold resistance. She thought it was perhaps because of the alcohol circling in her vessels. That made sense, but she still thought that wasnât it.
She concluded that she couldnât feel it because her pockets were warm.
âAh, itâs okay, itâs okay. Here, Iâll pay for it. I told you itâs my treat~.â
Eating noodles, Ifrin arrogantly shouted. Her moderately increased alcohol level had left her tipsy.
âReallyâŠ? Arenât you overdoing it, Ifrin?â
Ferit, the commoner, mumbled timidly.
âHeyyyyâŠwhat are you talking about? My wallet is thick. Thick!â
After becoming the leader of a group of commoners and finishing their dinner, Ifrin sat on the side of the road in front of the restaurant with Julie and the other members. Julie grinned.
âI submitted the plan for the groupâs founding. It should be done soon.â
âReally? I see I see~â
âYes, but the commoners donât want to sign up, probably because, like fools, theyâre still wary.â
Sluuurpâ
Ifrin finished her noodles in an instant.
âIsh sho goood.â
âHihi. Ifrin, are you drunk?â
âDrunk? Me? Never!â
She shook her head with a serious expression. How many shots had she had? She couldnât remember, but she wasnât drunkâŠ
Ahhhhhhâ!
â!â
A scream rang out then, surprising Ifrin and the wizards. At first, they thought they were just hearing things.
âWhat? Just now, did you hear that?â
âYes, I did!â
âLetâs go, letâs go!â
Ferit and Rondo, Julie and Ifrin. With their sense of justice as wizards getting the best of them, they jumped up and ran toward the scream.
âWhere did it come from?â
âHelp, help me!â
âThere!â
The sound came from the alley on their right.
âHelp me!â
Following the scream, they went through the dark path and entered a secluded corner.
âI-in here! Please!â
They kept running but soon noticed something unusual. The sounds of leaves being stepped on and crushed kept entering their ears. They were running down on a brick road, which made it even stranger to hear their footsteps like they were walking down a dense forest.
âGuys. Somethingâs wrong. Make sure youââ Ifrin looked back. âHuh?â
She was alone, surrounded by desolate trees and thick undergrowth.
âUhâŠâ
The eïŹects of the alcohol swiftly died down as a chill ran down her spine.
âHelp me!â
A shriek rose again. In an instant, terror dominated Ifrinâs heart. It wasnât a sense of justice. It was a magic that she couldnât perceive.
âW-where are you?â
Since she didnât go to the academy, she had two major weaknesses: resistance to magic and the mentality of a wizard. Those basic skills were taught in the academy before reaching the college level.
âWhere are you?!â
Rushing through the woods, she finally found her.
âHere, here! Iâm here! Iâm here!â
A woman with tattered clothes and outstretched hands approached her, and she immediately tried to assist her.
Bangâ!
At that moment, something hit her leg.
ââ!â
Ifrin fell and rolled around. She tried to stand up, but her calves felt numb, and she noticed she had no strength. All she could do was raise her head.
âCareful!â
She immediately yelled to alert the dazed woman, but it was too late. A flash of light appeared from the shadows, penetrating the womanâs shoulder.
âAhhhhhhhhhâ!â
âAh!â
With the desperate scream, Ifrin forced herself up and tried to gather power from her bracelet and release it towards where the attack came fromâŠ
She revealed the person standing there, but his identity was a surprise to her.
Head Professor Deculein. His outpour of murderous intent frightened her.
âP-professor! What are you doâ!â
âDebutante Ifrin.â
The moment he called out to her, the woman that tried to climb away was shot down again, this time light piercing her ankle.
âArrrrrgggghhhhâ!â
âNo, professor! What are youââ
âOpen your eyes. Thatâs not a person.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre drunk. Just stay still.â
âNo, butâŠâ
âDonât move!â Deculein threatened her.
ââŠâ
His roar sounded as if it could shake mountains. The branches trembled, and echoes thundered through the area. Overwhelmed, Ifrin stiïŹened, unable to do anything but stare at him. His eyes were sharp and fierce, almost like those of a bird of prey. He was scarier than usual. The cold wind brushed past Ifrinâs cheeks.
Only then did the ambiguity of their surroundings start to clear up.
ââŠItâs bewitchment, the devilâs specialty.â
He lifted her from the back of her neck as he explained the situation. He remained standing, but Ifrin began to float in the air by herself.
âW-wait. My feet canât reach the groundâŠ.â
âI planted my metal in your robe.â
ââŠ?â
She floundered as she looked at Deculein, only for her heart to sink heavily. He looked at her as if he was belittling her very existence. His expression appeared to be filled with disdain towards her, a lowly creature.
âLifting human bodies is difficult, but metal is easy.â
She couldnât understand what he meant. No, was he the professor in the first place? Maybe he was just another devilish illusion.
âWhat the hell do you meanââ
âDonât get in the way and get the hell out of here, beggar.â
ââŠâ
His words were as sharp as daggers, and he paired it with a look that was far more frightening and grim than any she had ever seen. His very mien itself was far from Deculeinâs usual behavior.
âŠNo. No. On the contrary, he was actingâŠmore like the Deculein that she knew. He retorted harshly, pulling Ifrin away. He wasnât gentle.
âWheeeeeââ
Shooooooâ
She was dragged out like dust getting sucked into a vacuum cleaner, thrown outside the mountain where she promptly fainted.
******
KrrrrâŠ
The woman transformed into a strange creature. Her hair and clothes melted as horns grew on both sides of her temples. Her eyes were large but had no eyelids, her skin was red, and her sides were oddly shiny.
âA cunning fellow.â
Judging by the gem-like nucleus between her eyes, she probably released another Bewitchment sequence, but it didnât work on him. Despite the meager amount of good traits in Deculeinâs [Personality], he boasted an almost perfect level of immunity to such spells.
My emotions were strangely overwhelming, and I immediately identified it as Deculeinâs innate [Personality] reacting violently.
âŠ[Bloodline]. His [Personality] and [Characteristics] had similarities with the Yukline Householdâs distinct characteristics. His hostility towards devils was a trait inherent in their bloodline. Hence, when I sensed the devil, I immediately felt an indescribable feeling of hatred and loathing. This was how the reputation of the demon-hunting wizards worked, starting from their ancestors.
This was Deculeinâs destiny, designed by a game writer. Whether the player played an evil demon or a good knight going on adventures, he couldnât be turned into a colleague no matter what they tried.
âYou deserve to be stuck underground.â
I rarely grew angry, but thanks to the demon, I couldnât keep my cool.
âKrrrrrrrâ!â
The monster resorted to screaming, most likely trying to attack me with a mental wave.
Ziiiingâ
A buzzing sound rang in my ears, but that was all. Not paying it any attention, I struck the devil with the five metal rods hovering in the air. I was excited. I knew there was an ongoing exam to help others master their skills, but Deculeinâs nature in me was surging forth.
Swiiiirlâ
I separated the four throwing knives into two, aiming them at both of its flanks. It gritted its teeth as it watched the attacks.
âAhhhh!â
The devil tried to avoid their trajectories with a backflip, but the last throwing knife went straight into its heart while it was in the air.
Udududukâ
Its joints were grotesquely broken. It continued trying to avoid my weapons by transforming its own body, but there was no end to my offensive. With its back turned, four blades pierced through it. It did its best, but its death was unavoidable. Throughout the battle, the devil did nothing but slowly succumb to its injuries.
Hence, it took its last remaining option: charge forward. Falling hard on the road, it tore itself against my throwing knives. It was fast, but its movements were within expectations.
Schwaaaaaâ!
It stretched out its claws, but it couldnât reach me. The sixth knife, which flew Ifrin out of the mountain, returned in time to penetrate its forehead.
ââŠWhat a vile monster, splattering its filth all over the place.â
It struggled so hard that I even had blood on my face. Unbearable disgust welled up within me, filling me with thoughts of hatred, dread, murder, and destruction. I couldnât stand it. I couldnât hide it.
[Side Quest Clear: Mountain of Darkness]
â Store Currency +1
[Additional Achievement: First to kill the devil]
â Store Currency +1 [Family Bloodline: Yukline]
â Characteristic [Yukline] Enlightenment
A series of notifications for my rewards came, but I still couldnât get over the devilâs appearance, preventing me from feeling delighted. In the end, this was no diïŹerent to a sign.
A sign of a full-fledged start to a game without a player.
ââŠâ
I just stood there blankly and looked up at the sky. Deep, dark, dawn. There was not a single star in the skies, and the moon covered by the clouds was far too paleâŠ