117 – Villainous Lady (3)

Damian Krause.

It was a name that meant many things to Elena.

It was an opportunity for her to move forward with courage in the past, a name she once feared, and now a name worn by the person she loves the most, so the meaning of the name cannot be deep.

Elena tried to recall the memories of when she was Damian’s fiancé.

It wasn’t a very good memory, but it wasn’t that I couldn’t see it either. It’s been a long time since I’ve already overcome the trauma of the past. Even if emotions remain, this is also only a remnant that has been weathered for a long time. Elena entered the past for a moment and began to reminisce.

Through old memories, the scene she wants to see becomes a picture and is drawn in front of her eyes.

“You there. Stop.”

A familiar but not familiar voice is heard. When I turned my eyes to the place where the voice was heard, I saw Damian growling, not hiding his sharp eyes unlike usual. Was it because I had been with him for so long? Even though I knew the man in front of me wasn’t him, I felt strange.

The person Damian was glaring at in his memory was not himself, but a male student who was watching him from a distance. Damian gave him a look with murderous eyes and strode toward it.

He took a glove out of his pocket and threw it at the boy, punching him at the same time.

After that, a man’s groan of pain was heard along with a heavy blow.

“Cheuk-!!”

“Why did you look at Elena with those eyes? You don’t know who she is, or you don’t know who I am. No, it can’t be. I was standing right next to you. Then, even though I knew who she was, I didn’t look at her with those eyes. Is this an insult to me? Why don’t you answer me? Are you thinking of answering only if I gouge out your eyes right here and now?”

There is no way an answer will come out as he is clutching his neck and punching his face with his fist. Damian wouldn’t be unaware of that either. It was a fact that everyone who watched this scene knew that the answer to the previous question was not important.

Damian threw the unconscious male student into his fist and turned his attention to the male student who appeared to be a friend right next to him. The male student, who saw his friend beaten right in front of his eyes, was frozen, but he screamed as if he knew what would happen in the future.

“Hee..hee! I-I didn’t see it!! Just next to it…”

“Shut up. I saw.”

After throwing down the other glove, Damian hit the boy’s head with his fist in the same way as before.

The atmosphere in this place was very heavy, probably because of the two people who were not dead, but had become bloody red. Everyone turned their eyes away from Damian, fearing that if they even met eyes, they would end up like them. It was the same with his gaze toward Elena.

The reason why they became like that in the first place was because they looked at Elena with intriguing eyes, so there was no one here who went so far as to turn their eyes to her even after seeing the two people who were bleeding and losing consciousness.

Even though it was so hot, the anger on Damian’s face didn’t seem to fade. Still clenching his bloody fists, he glared at the two fallen to the ground.

When he turned his head once, everyone averted his eyes. The fear created by Damian dominated them. Damian took a look around without compromising his momentum, and then, as if he liked the current atmosphere, finally turned off the anger on his face.

Damian wiped the blood off his hands with a handkerchief and tossed the bloody handkerchief to those he had beaten.

“let’s go.”

Damian returned to Elena and held her hand tightly. Elena’s eyes were filled with small tears, as if it was painful that Damian held onto her with strength, but Damian didn’t seem to want to relax. So he left everyone behind and disappeared from the seat dragging Elena.

The replay of memories ended there.

There were many other memories, but most of them were similar to this, so I didn’t bother to recall them. This was enough to see why Damian didn’t look at him like that when he was his fiancé.

“Well…”

It’s definitely an old memory, so I wasn’t very impressed.

It may be because the time I spent with him was overwhelmingly more than the time I spent with Damian. For him, Damian was him now, and he really was. It was right that the emotions left in old memories should now disappear.

That’s why Elena was able to not become emotional even when she saw Damian in her memories. In the past, when I looked back on the past, I would have only felt anger towards Damian, but after seeing Damian’s behavior, I was able to objectively see what made him cut off relationships with me from others.

Elena seemed to know why the children of the past couldn’t touch her.

Damian in his memory suppressed those around him with his power and status.

Just because he is Krause’s successor, most people wouldn’t even think of touching him, but Damian directly showed what would happen if he went against his will and went one step further, as he did earlier.

So the people around him must be afraid of him.

The children’s fear of Damian, which could be felt in the previous scene, was created from Damian’s actions.

And this fear of Damian became a barrier between Elena and the children.

A wall harder to overcome than the wall she had built for Damian. Damian had an image as a tyrant from before, and since he actually exercised his skills with fists and swords rather than words, it was inevitable that he would be more effective than pressing with the atmosphere like Elena.

In the end, the difference between him and her was that he showed what would happen if he touched her directly, and he didn’t.

“Then if I do the same…”

Elena muttered that and looked at her hand, then shook her head.

It’s impossible to copy Damian’s behavior the same way. In the first place, it didn’t suit his temperament, and he had no desire to live as an idiot. However, I couldn’t object to showing an example by using my own hands, because if I didn’t take it so hard, it seemed that the same things as before would happen again.

“It’s a situation where you can wield power legally… is it combat training?”

Even in the Magic Faculty with a scholarly atmosphere that researches academics, it wasn’t without sparring between students. Setting an example was to use this time.

I don’t know what my usual image is in the eyes of other classmates, but I had to instill the idea that I shouldn’t touch myself, even if it wasn’t as much as Damian’s fear. Otherwise, they will keep bumping into each other and trying to cross the line.

As I was organizing my thoughts on what to do next, I suddenly had this thought.

“Is it an obsession?”

It was a question I asked myself.

Looking back at the past, I thought of this because there was a part of my current self overlapping with Damian’s appearance. There wasn’t a part that overstepped the line like that, but it was similar if it was similar.

“Nothing.”

Elena thought for a moment before admitting that she was obsessed with him.

It wouldn’t be too much to call it an obsession if you think of the love, possessiveness, and monopoly she had for him. I didn’t think I had to fix it, but I didn’t think that I was doing something wrong, even though I had an experience of being tormented by one person’s obsession.

Elena knew the difference between herself and Damian.

He said that he would not do something he did not like, and that unlike Damian, who was one-sided, his mind and his heart were two-way. This was a very big difference, and at the same time, it was also the reason why his behavior was tolerated. On the contrary, the fact that he was not very different from hers made Elena feel at ease.

***

“Focus on Damian. It’s not like you.”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry.”

At Reinhardt’s point, I regained my composure. I don’t normally do this, but maybe it’s because I’ve been in trouble after that incident. The dream I had last night lingered in my head, and thinking about it made me lose my mind.

It was not an ominous dream or a strange dream. If I had to classify it, it would be correct to say it was a good dream.

There were only two people in the dream, Elena and I, but nothing else happened. It was just a dream in which Elena hugged me tightly and I hugged Elena, lying in a flower garden and talking. That was all.

When I tried to turn my head to look at the other flowers around me, Elena pressed my chin and told me to look at myself and not to look elsewhere, making me look only at her, but it wasn’t a strange dream anyway.

maybe.

Lying in the flower garden and listening to Elena’s feelings about what happened last time, I comforted her and we just talked a lot. We also talked about our concerns, but Elena was worried about me being confessed to by other girls, and I was worried about her being confessed to by other boys.

In real life, I would not be ashamed to bring up such a topic, but since it was a dream anyway, I was able to speak comfortably. Seeing her smiling after hearing my concerns made me feel at ease even though it was just a dream.

After talking for a while, Elena closed her eyes first and fell asleep. So I closed my eyes and woke up on the bed in my room. Then I realized it was a dream.

“It must be a dream…?”

It had been a long time since I had such a realistic dream, so it seems that I was not able to get out of it easily. I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but for some reason, I felt like I could feel the scent of lavender in my body.

Gripping support-

As Reinhardt raised his aura and wrapped his brain energy around his fist, he regained consciousness. I wasn’t the only one who grew up in a month, so it was impossible to fight with Reinhard while thinking about something else.

I made up my mind again and looked at the person in front of me, and there was a boy wearing a ceremonial flag looking at me with sparks in his blue eyes. Reinhardt told me.

“Goes.”

“come.”

Reinhardt never let go of his sword, but today, unusually, he attacked me with his bare hands without a sword. Even though he showed power that could be compared to that of a fairly well-known sword by surrounding a sword with brain energy in his hand, his boxing skills were of a lower level compared to the swordsmanship he had practiced throughout his life.

Still, a genius is a genius, so the posture of throwing a fist was close to perfection.

It seemed like he instinctively knew how to hit it with maximum force. I evaded Reinhardt’s wind like a storm and flinched at him by flinching. If I had been holding a sword, I would have torn the wind, but since Reinhardt had put down his sword, I had put my sword down as well.

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Maybe it’s the nature of his aura, but if you bump into him head-on, you’ll get a tingling sensation all the way to the inside, so fist bumping should be avoided as much as possible. In fact, if you don’t bump into them, you can’t see the match because you have to run away. In the end, I had to bump into it, but I didn’t want to get upset from the beginning.

I fired several bullets from my fingertips into his bloodstream, then jumped into the air and sprayed my aura.

If he was lightning, then I was fire, so black flames rained down from the sky to the ground. Then the guy responded by creating a storm of thunderbolts from his hands again. The sight of lightning and fire colliding made me lose track of whether it was fighting martial arts or just hitting aura, but originally in Dalian, it was right to do what I could in that situation.

Kwajijijijijik-

Fire and thunder engulfed each other, shouting loudly.

After jumping into the air, I naturally fell to the ground according to the law of gravity. Aura was wrapped around his body, and he pierced through the fire and lightning that were fighting each other and thrust his foot toward Reinhardt below. As if he didn’t know that he would come down through that place, he hurriedly crossed his forearms to block the attack only after I had fallen right in front of him.

He kicked with a lot of force, so Reinhardt had to roll on the ground despite blocking the attack. After rolling on the ground for a few turns, the guy bounced off the ground and immediately got up and straightened his posture.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

“You’re covered in dirt, man.”

Reinhardt rolled on the ground and covered himself with dirt, but I was just as messy as him. No matter how much the aura was wrapped around the body, it was difficult to pierce through the fire and lightning at once. Because of this, my hair was standing up right now, and the smell of burnt smoke lingered at the tip of my nose.

No matter who you looked at, both were messed up, so it wasn’t easy to tell who had the upper hand.

I filled my hand with an aura and threw out a spear, and Reinhardt struck back with his fist. I must have had more Auras, so mine had a slight advantage. In fact, if I didn’t use more auras, it was inevitable because his aura would dig into the inside of me and hurt me.

After arguing with each other for a while, when I tried to move my right hand, Reinhardt also stretched out his fist this time, thinking of responding to it. However, what I was trying to do was to pretend to see the guy’s reaction, not fist or jangbeop, so Reinhardt, who fell for my trick, was easily caught by the forearm.

“Tighten your stomach.”

“!!”

Even if each other lost the use of both arms, the initiative was with me.

When I pulled my arm, Reinhardt was pulled toward me, and I raised my knee and struck him in the stomach. Because Danjeon, which is the starting point of the aura, is concentrated in the abdomen, if it is attacked here, the control is inevitably affected.

When Reinhardt lost control over the Auror for a moment, I didn’t let go of it, and I poured out the tension all at once and sent him flying far away.

Reinhardt, who rolled down the ground again, was unable to stand up again this time, unlike before.

He raised his hand to let me know he had lost. This time, I also won a narrow victory, so when I saw Reinhardt’s declaration of surrender, I sat down on the ground.

I sat on the ground and caught my breath when I saw the sword that Reinhardt and I put down, so I asked him.

“Today, for some reason, it’s not a sword, it’s a fist. I think this is the first time I’ve fought with only fists from the beginning.”

“It was because I remembered that when I first sparred with you, I was pushed back in Baktu even though I didn’t know the sword.

“Wouldn’t it be enough to learn how to block such an exceptional situation with a sword?”

Reinhardt looked at me for a moment and then spoke in a dejected voice.

“That’s right. But I haven’t done that yet. I wish I could grow more as a swordsman, but I decided that this method was the right way to quickly close the gap with you right now. But since my hands are freer than a sword, I’m sure I can move faster. . How do you see it? Am I wrong?”

“How do I know that? By the way, why are the hands of a guy who’s only ever held a sword so hot?”

When I said this while rubbing my palms, Reinhardt replied with a smile.

“I practiced in my spare time.”

“I also practiced in my spare time. This is why talented people are…”

At my words, he looked at me again with amazement, but from my point of view, I was more astonished. It was because I was reincarnated that it was because of my previous experience, and Reinhardt, who fought me on equal footing purely with his own talent, was more unfair from my point of view.

To catch our breath, we sat still for a while and looked up at the sky.

The clear sky without clouds is endless.

It’s a very random thought, but I thought I wanted to leave something with my hands in the blue sky without anything. It was a similar mindset to wanting to put my hand on a field of snow where no one has stepped on, on drawing paper on which nothing was drawn, but I thought that it would not be so impossible now, if not before.

As I looked up at the sky without saying anything, I started to feel drowsy, but fortunately, Reinhardt opened his mouth first before my eyes closed.

“Next time, the Faculty of Magic is practicing combat between students. Why don’t you go see it?”

It was roughly the sound of going to find out how to deal with the wizard. I didn’t know that Reinhardt would say something about skipping class, so I answered rather shyly.

“What about class?”

“The next class is swordsmanship. It won’t matter if you skip it once.”

“That’s right. Let’s take Noel and go see it together.”

I can’t help but take swordsmanship classes.