87 – broken, scattered, hated (8)

“Ah ah ah ah ah….!!”

The black-haired boy, who was spitting out hatred in despair, suddenly staggered and started screaming.

The dizzying sound that pierced his ears sharply brought back Maharet’s hardened spirit.

“Raiden…?”

Maharet blankly muttered the boy’s name.

A new scene is projected over her eyes, which have returned to focus.

“Seo, senior?! Why are you doing that all of a sudden!”

“Wait, Mr. Raiden! You can’t take off that bandage!! The wound hasn’t healed yet…!”

ㅡPud deude deuk!

The voices of Alan and Lorraine passed through the dark room.

After that urgent cry, there is a terrible sound of something being torn.

“Ra, Raiden! What are you doing!!”

On the floor where the boy was standing, dark red gooey blood splattered.

Maharet screamed at the sight and belatedly ran towards Raiden.

“Oh ah ah !!”

Raiden uttered a sound close to screaming and was frantically scraping his entire body.

ㅡChik, jjiik! iron duck….

Every time the blood-stained hand moves, the bandages covering the wound are torn apart.

The skin peels off, and the blood-soaked pieces of bandage fall with a slap.

“you…!”

“Senior! Stop it!”

Maharet and Alan hurriedly ran over and tried to stop him by holding onto his arms.

Raiden, who had already lost his taste, screamed and resisted violently to shake off the hands of the two.

“aaa!!!”

“Ssss…! Stop Raiden!”

“Damn it, senior!!”

No matter how tired he was, Raiden had strength stats comparable to those of the academy faculty.

Alan and Maharet, realizing that they could not safely subdue him on their own, called for help from the children standing behind them.

“Abby! Clara! Let’s help together!!”

“Stop, saintess! We’ll hold on to the sleep magic…!”

In the end, Raiden, who ran amok making the whole place covered in blood,

I couldn’t move my body until everyone in the room threw their bodies.

“God, give the Lamb a tender kiss of the night…”

-Sleep-

When Lorraine puts her hands together and casts a sleep spell, Raiden’s desperately struggling body sags.

His eyes, which had been glaringly raised, closed, and his two bloodied hands fell to the floor without strength.

“haha…..”

“Damn, what is this all of a sudden…”

At the sight of Raiden, who had stopped moving, the children staggered for a moment and gasped for breath.

Unfortunately, however, they were not given time to organize their thoughts.

“Three, my God… the scars in the surgical area…!”

Immediately after Raiden lost consciousness, Lorraine’s complexion turned pale as she was examining his condition.

It was because the wounds in the area that had been sutured after surgery a few hours ago were mercilessly torn.

ㅡChulpuddeok, cheolpuddeok…

Unsightly peeling skin and blood pouring from open wounds soaked the floor red.

Lorraine was frightened by that and shouted at the children holding Raiden’s body.

“Everyone, move Raiden to the bed right now!! With that, and a bandage! Healing Potion! As much as possible!!”

An urgent voice echoed, and the children who had stopped began to move busily.

“Abby! You and I, let’s move senior to the bed!”

“Listen carefully, Alan.”

“I-I’ll look for potions and scrolls!”

“I’m wearing a bandage…!”

Lorraine quietly closed her eyes while watching those children, and raised the divine power from her body.

The golden divine power emanating from her hand wraps Raiden’s bloody body.

“Oh God…..”

Once again, small prayers began to echo through the dark room.

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Just like that, when Lorraine was healing Raiden’s wounds by pouring all her remaining divine power into it.

In the living room, Clara was scouring the area for the remaining bandages.

“This one is also written… This one is torn… That one is too stained with blood…”

The blue eyes move quickly, picking out bandages that are in relatively good condition.

Before long, a fairly large pile of bandages is gathered,

While holding them in her arms, Clara was about to head for Lorraine.

Something in the corner of the living room caught her attention.

“This…?”

Scattered randomly on the dark floor was a plain white mask.

Clara picked it up, slightly bending her brows at the shape of the mask, which somehow felt familiar.

“This, obviously…”

Sleek and simple design.

A surface covered with dirt and blood stains.

“…It’s the mask of the person who blocked the back door alone during the invasion of monsters a few days ago.”

When the army of monsters attacked the back gate of the academy.

Clara, who was there, immediately recognized the identity of the mask.

“By the way… why is this mask here…?”

Clara tilted her head while holding the mask as if she didn’t understand.

So many thoughts run through her mind.

Raiden’s call letter to the saintess,

His battered state and bloody room,

And a plain mask from the corner of the living room.

“…..no way.”

The scattered pieces of the puzzle are put together piece by piece.

At the sight of the picture gradually being completed accordingly, Clara opened her mouth in a daze without even realizing it.

“Oh My God….”

The words that escaped from her lips were scattered thinly.

Clara realized too late what a ridiculous misunderstanding they had been.

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“Raiden…was the man wearing the mask…?”

“…Yes, I think so.”

Clara nodded slightly towards Maharet, who asked with an expression of disbelief.

In her hand was the plain white mask she had just picked up in the corner of the living room.

“That’s right, it can be…”

Maharet’s expression slightly distorted as he saw the mask.

At the shocking fact she learned belatedly, she puts on a blank expression.

And it was no different with other children.

“Sen, Bae-sama… was the man behind the mask? The fact that he summoned the saintess was all in order to receive treatment…?”

Alan murmured a question in an uncharacteristic, trembling voice.

At that, Clara put a complex expression on her face, once again displaying a vague affirmation.

“…..maybe.”

The answer was clearly ‘I’m not sure’, but about 90 percent of it was a word that contained certainty.

Perhaps sensing this, Alan and Maharet fell silent for a moment.

“……”

“……”

The uncomfortable silence that follows the truth.

The one who broke it was none other than Lorraine, who had finished Raiden’s treatment and was approaching this way.

“Huuu… All the wounds are covered. I put them in deep sleep, so I’ll just have to take enough rest…”

“……”

Lorraine gasped for breath as if overpowering and brushed off the blood on her hands.

Clara asked in a low voice.

“Holy Maid…”

“Yes? Why is that, Mr. Clara?”

“What the hell happened to that person?”

“……”

Lorraine’s golden eyes wavered slightly.

She broke out in a cold sweat with a troubled look on her face, then sighed when she saw the mask in Clara’s hand.

“Haa… I don’t know either. I haven’t heard anything from Mr. Raiden in particular. But…”

“but?”

“…Maybe what you’re thinking is correct. Mr. Raiden’s wounds were definitely from the invasion.”

“……”

At Lorraine’s words, which virtually confirmed Clara’s guess, the children’s expressions staggered once again.

Among them, Maharet, who had the worst complexion, opened his mouth with a stutter.

“Well, then… what was Raiden showing you just now? He was screaming madly and hurting himself… Is that also the aftermath of the injury he suffered then?”

“Hmm… That seems more like a mental problem than a physical injury problem… I don’t know. As you know, it doesn’t have mental abilities…”

Regarding that, why don’t you ask Mr. Abby, a spirit-type mage?

When Lorraine said with a slight stroke of her chin,

Abby, who was standing next to Alan, nodded and stepped forward.

“I was going to talk about this part anyway.”

Abbie has a serious expression on her face.

She took a deep breath and continued talking.

“First of all, this person’s state of mind… is extremely dangerous. It’s almost on the verge of collapse.”

“What…? But the mental collapse is…”

“Yes, it’s something you don’t see often. ‘Spirit’ is much harder than we think… I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Abby’s calm words harden Alan’s expression even more.

“Well, then… what should I do? If we leave it as it is…”

“If you leave it as it is, it will die unconditionally due to mental shock. We need to take action.”

“What is that intoxication?”

“this.”

At Alan’s question, Abbey raises her right hand and shakes it.

Then, a green aura began to emanate gently from her palm.

‘Soul Link’

It is a vision technology that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Robben Duke family, one of the three major dukes of the Empire.

It was one of the few special mind-type magics in the world that could directly intervene and control the minds of others.

“Using this ability, we connect our minds with that person. Then I can fine-tune within it.”

“…Isn’t that dangerous? It’s about sharing the feelings and minds of others. If we don’t, our minds might collapse…”

“It’s okay. What you can share from the linked party anyway is only about 10% of what the other party feels. That much can’t have a big impact.”

As if to say not to worry, Abby cuts Alan off.

She reached out to the others in the room, asking each one to hold the other’s hand.

Finally, when Maharet and Clara held hands, Abby took a deep breath and began to store mana in her body.

“Then, I’ll start the link.”

A short word rings out,

Following that…..

“Soul Link”

The children’s consciousness flickered.

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After about 30 minutes,

Around the end of the duration of ‘Soul Link’.

The minds of the children that were connected to Raiden’s head returned.

“……”

“……”

As soon as I came back, I wonder if I was in for a big shock somewhere,

Children all stagger and fall to the floor.

They were stunned for a moment, then started screaming and vomiting.

“Uweeek!”

“Ah ah ah ah ah….!!”

“Stop, stop…! No! No more of this!!”

“Kill me…. Rather kill me!!”

Contrary to Abbey’s assertion that the children’s condition would be fine,

It had turned into a mess.