A dark night.

Sitting in front of a flickering lantern, I borrowed the power of the small light to look at the small calendar hanging under the clock.

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Time seems to fly so fast.

Looking at the fact that the class started under Malik's supervision is already only a day away.

"Haaaam...."

To some, this time of a little over a month may have seemed as long as being in hell, and to others, I, who had spent a time that could be felt as a fleeting moment, was feeling a bittersweet emotion.

"I never thought I'd experience this kind of feeling."

I think I know why teachers make a strange face at graduation ceremonies. When they said, 'You're disgusting, so get out quickly,' they seemed like people without affection, but they were the ones who were making a face with more lingering feelings than anyone else.

I didn't understand when I was young.

No, I didn't understand even after I became an adult, but the face of the teacher from my past life who had patted me on the back for a change came to mind.

-Minhyuk.

-Yes, teacher.

-I... was sorry that I couldn't be of help to you.

The teacher who had handed me a small envelope at the graduation ceremony when I was being bullied for being an orphan.

Time flows the same for everyone.

For me too.

For Yuria too.

For the algae too.

Time flows the same, and the time for accumulating different experiences has passed.

During that time, I had one more siege.

-I'll be participating in this siege too.

-...Please.

-Are you that happy? Luin?

-...

I also went on a picnic as a lie to subdue a super-large monster.

-I told you.... everyone's going to die.

-...Ah, I really want to die.

-Everyone, fighting!

There was also a ridiculous episode where all the students fainted when we entered the dungeon that appeared in the side story.

Really.

"Haha..."

There were so many things I wanted to teach them, but I couldn't, so it seems like I have some regrets. Because it was my first time, I think there were many shortcomings.

One way or another, I thought I had grown a step further through this experience. I was also secretly happy to have met the connections that were cut off at the academy.

Of course, I didn't gain the strength to defeat the heretics with just this short period of learning.

There are still plenty of strong guys in the heretics, and the existence of apostles who have never appeared in the novel is also emerging.

It's just that, during this time, I only taught them the strength to not die in a tragic situation.

-From now on, you will learn the skills to survive.

It was my wish and my dream that one group would endure without being swept away by the storm.

I can be proud of having had many experiences, but I haven't gotten used to farewells. I hope that you won't bring me any sad news.

"...Haaam."

Looking at the flickering lantern, I looked at the rising morning sun and slowly stood up from my seat, smiled at the waiting people, and said.

"Today is the last class."

To the grateful people who had gone along with my unreasonable demands.

"Shall we go then?"

Elysia and Hans, who were organizing the class materials, smiled slightly and nodded their heads.

"Yes, Saint."

"I'm ready."

When I first came to this world, I thought that they might be figures I would have to kill with my own hands someday....

"I can't believe it's already the last class."

"Is it the same for you, Elysia? I was thinking the same thing."

It felt like I was gaining energy from the sight of my reliable allies who were protecting my side. It was secretly pleasing to see the figures who had held positions in the novel now calling me 'Saint' and praising me.

"Thank you for going along with my unreasonable demands."

Hans and Elysia's eyes widened, and they smiled and replied.

"I had fun too."

"I also had a lot of fun tormenting Luin."

I nodded my head at their answers and slowly went up.

"Then let's go. To have the last class."

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"Are you sleepy?"

Standing in front of the gathered swordsmanship department students, I smiled faintly and spoke to them. Saying what's with their expressions on the last day of class.

"What's with your expressions?"

"..."

"It's the last class, shall we start with some hiking?"

"..."

Malik let out a low sigh and said.

"Didn't you drink too much yesterday?"

"..."

"How can you be so fine?"

"Haha... come to think of it, that's right."

I smiled awkwardly as I recalled the dinner party from last night. Because we had prepared a grand feast since it was the last day.

-Today, we're really going to die...!

-Yeeeeeeeeah!!!

-Now, let's eat and die!!! Cheers!!!

-It's the last day, are we having class?!

-Of course. If you drink more than me, I'll let you off.

Looking at Malik, who had pushed himself to the limit to get a day off, I smiled faintly and respected his hangover.

"Let's develop a hangover cure next time."

"...I really want to make that."

Malik was weak to hangovers.

I looked at the eyes of the students who had grown a lot during the vacation period and smiled faintly.

"One way or another, it's the last class."

"..."

"You've all worked very hard."

"..."

"There's still a lot I want to teach you, so it's a bit heartbreaking to leave like this."

I looked at Rohan, who was smiling more proudly than anyone else, and threw a joke that old men would make.

"Student Rohan."

"Yes."

"There's still time left in the vacation, so shall you and I stay behind and train a little more intimately?"

"N... no!"

"Hmm... you seem disappointed."

"I'm not disappointed at all!"

"Hmm...? Wouldn't I be too sad if you say that?"

"...A... ah, that's not what I meant."

At Rohan's flustered reaction, I burst out laughing and waved my hand. Saying that even I didn't want to be left alone with a man.

"You all look alive."

"..."

"It's good to see that you have healthy eyes, despite being hungover. On the first day, you were so dazed that I wondered if this was right."

At the comment I made with a smile, Malik nodded his head as if he agreed and replied with a clear voice.

"Can I ask you one thing."

I nodded my head at Malik's question and replied. I could roughly guess what question Malik, who valued results over process, would ask.

"If it's a question I can answer, I will."

"Ahem..."

Malik, who was unusually shy, scratched his forehead and said.

"How much stronger have I become."

As expected.

"Am I as strong as an apostle?"

I let out a 'pfft' and shook my head. While giving the honest answer that it was impossible to become as strong as an apostle in just one month.

"Not as strong as an apostle."

"Not as strong as...?"

"However...."

To the depressed Malik, I gave a positive remark that would be of some help to him.

Without overestimating him.

Without underestimating him, about Malik's true prowess.

"You won't fall as easily as last time."

"...!!"

"In your case, Malik, unlike at the Holy Sword Contest where you fell without being able to use your strength, this time you have grown to the extent that you can take an apostle's attack and counterattack.

"You mean I've grown strong enough to land a blow on that long-eared bastard...!"

"That's right."

Malik clenched his fists and was feeling a thrill. He had been in a state of considerable shock from being defeated without being able to use his strength in the last battle.

Leaving Malik behind, I began to tell the words that everyone would be waiting for. Because it would be sad if I only told Malik.

"Student Rohan, who uses a shield and a sword together, will have gained the strength to block an apostle's attack once."

"..."

"If you fight with the resolve to die, you'll probably be able to defeat an archbishop."

"To think that I've escaped the fate of being a sandbag...!"

"As for Sigurd Luke, he would have grown to the extent that he could save his life if he met an archbishop of the heretics."

"I can't believe it...!!!"

"As for Hanna, just like Malik, if she prepares enough, she will be able to fight on par with an apostle. Of course, she won't be able to win, but she will have gotten strong enough to bite at his ankles."

"I'm going to get stronger."

"And as for Velian..."

"..."

"Your presence seems to have gotten even fainter. I think you'll be able to become an excellent assassin."

"Thank you."

"Finally, as for Mikhail."

I smiled at the expectant Mikhail, who was clenching his two fists, and gave a vague answer.

"You'll know when you hold the Holy Sword."

"...Eh?"

"Haha!"

-Clap!

"Now! Then we should have the last class, right?"

Clapping my hands, I took out Caliburn from my waist for the first time in a while and gave a calm smile.

Rohan, who had fallen countless times on the first day, looked at me with a tense expression. Because it seemed like this time, just like the first day, there would be a test to endure the killing intent.

'I have no intention of fainting obediently.'

Rohan was holding his sword upright and clenching his fists.

However.

"We will now begin the last class."

I had no intention of doing the class that Rohan was preparing for. The last class was scheduled to be the hardest of all the classes we had done so far.

I looked at the students who were trying to endure the killing intent and said with a sarcastic tone.

"What are you doing."

"..."

"Come at me all at once."

*

At the same time.

The healing department's classroom.

"It's the last class."

Elysia, who was preparing for the last class just like Ricardo, looked at the five students and gave a benevolent smile.

"It must have been very hard, right?"

"Yes..."

"I'm sure. You must have killed the most undead in your life."

"..."

"You also dissected the body of a ghoul, so it would be a lie if you said it wasn't hard."

"..."

"You've all worked very hard."

The students, whose hearts were touched by Elysia's words, wiped the flowing tears with the back of their hands and lowered their heads.

Although the physical intensity of the class was weaker than that of the other departments, the mental intensity of the training was harder than that of any other department.

The healing department students were feeling it.

They were feeling better than anyone else how much they had grown in this class.

"All of you who are gathered here have the weakness of being a healer."

"..."

"The most important person on the battlefield, and the weakest person."

"..."

"Even this choice was not forced upon you by someone else, but a choice you made yourselves."

Elysia, who was looking at the faces of the listening students, let out a silent apology in her heart for the wrongs she had done to the academy students in the past and continued to speak.

"Who did I tell you was the first person to die in a war?"

"...You said it was the healer."

"Yes, the healer is targeted first and dies first."

"..."

"In the class with me, you learned how to not die. You learned how to find strength even when it's so painful and hard that you want to die, by enduring this long time."

'Clap,' Elysia clapped her hands in the depressing atmosphere and said with a small smile.

"We will now have the last class."

Elysia lit a small fire in her hand and said.

"From now on, you will kill people."

"..."

"If you know how to save people, you should also know how to kill them."

Along with the sacred fire created by Elysia, a familiar illusion began to unfold before the eyes of the Healing Department students.

In the eyes of Sophia, who had run away to the academy to escape her creditors, was the image of the loan shark who had been tormenting her.

-Hey, if you don't have money, you should at least pay with your body.

-I'm sorry. Please give me a little more time.

-I told you I can't wait. It's the debt your father incurred, so you shouldn't be thinking of paying it back half-heartedly.

-Please, just wait one more week.

-What will you do for me if I wait?

-...

-Don't blame me if you get sold as a concubine to some strange noble.

Before the eyes of Gail, who had lost his parents in a raid by bandits as a child, was the face of the enemy who had attacked his village.

-Gail, run away!!!!

-Mo... mom...!

-Mom is fine, so run away!!

Before Lin's eyes, a robber was running at her with a knife.

-Hey~ cutie.

-...Where am I?

-Let's play with me.

And before Silvaren's eyes, an enemy soldier was hiding in ambush.

-Shh.

-...

-Shut up before I kill you.

Finally, before Yuria's eyes, the heretic who had kidnapped her in the dungeon was visible.

-Let me go...!

-Kuhahaha!!! I've been looking for you for so long, to think I'd meet you here!

-Please...

-Shut up!

Along with their past selves.

Above the heads of the bewildered Healing Department students, the voice of the one who had created the illusion began to be heard, explaining the situation.

-You are all now trapped in an illusion I created.

As the trembling students' eyes turned towards where Elysia's voice was coming from, Elysia uttered a small apology, apologizing for her coercive methods.

-I am truly sorry for bringing up forgotten memories to the surface. However, I believe that sometimes, expressing the anger you have forgotten is a good opportunity to overcome the past, so even if you feel a surge of anger, I would appreciate it if you could understand with a generous heart.

Elysia said.

That this situation was fake.

That it was an illusion she had created, and a chance to pull themselves out of their past selves.

-For a few of you, a scene containing my past experiences has unfolded, and for a few others, I have inserted your past memories.

Elysia's past was Silvaren and Lin.

And the other three were seeing their own pasts.

Yuria lifted her trembling eyes and looked at herself being dragged away by the hands of the heretics.

'Let me go... save me...!'

The image of her weak past self, who had been naive and trusted people.

In Yuria's clenched fist, Elysia's voice began to echo coldly once more.

-You all know.

"..."

-How to kill a person.

"..."

-You just didn't do it because you were scared. The belief of not wanting to hurt someone with your own hands is something everyone has. Especially for you all, who have walked the path of healing, it is an even more reluctant thing to do.

"..."

-Even if it's a space within an illusion, taking someone's life is not an easy thing to do.

Elysia continued to speak calmly, as if pushing the back of a frightened child.

-Those of you who are seeing my past now will understand. What kind of picture will be drawn depending on your choice now.

"..."

-Of course, you all must aim for a life away from the sword. You should aim for a life of studying rather than a bloody battlefield and live a life where you get a good job and work in the capital, which is safer than anywhere else.

Elysia's voice gradually began to turn coercive.

-But if a situation arises where you can't.

Slowly, with the emotion of fear.

-You will have to make a decision.

After a moment of silence, Yuria clenched her fists and approached. She too knew well of her own weakness on that day.

-You all will know how to kill a person.

Of course, she had never killed anyone and had no intention of doing so in the future. Because life is precious.

However.

If that life threatened her own life or the life of a loved one, as Elysia said, she had to make a decision.

'Thud.' Yuria placed her hand on the back of the heretic and said lowly.

"I'm sorry."

-Mental collapse.

'Kuaaaaaaaak!!'

-Over-healing.

'Aaaaaaaaak!!!!'

-You all know, but you're just not doing it.

In order to protect a loved one.

*

Luin was also preparing for his final class.

"I'm going to die from this hangover."

Of course, it was Luin who had become a real green algae from drinking too much the night before.

The time that had passed for about a month, starting with an unintentional reunion, was now down to one last thing.

During that time, Luin had been rejected once without even confessing.

And he was able to have a long and honest conversation with Hans, who he thought was a broken relationship.

Looking back, it seemed like Luin had only been hurt in this class, but he also thought it was a relief to be hit with a switch that he was going to be hit with anyway, just earlier.

Of course, he hadn't recovered his relationship with Hans as it was before. But he was able to return to a better relationship than before.

They had hurt each other a lot and had cursed at each other excitedly, so now he had no choice but to rely on the relationship that time would create, but Luin thought it was not a bad experience.

"This is... fucking great."

Luin, who had participated in this class to improve his skills, but had grown more mentally than in magic, smiled faintly and looked at the approaching Hans.

"Pleased to meet you, everyone."

It was funny to Luin that Hans had come dressed in a suit, as if he were a real teacher.

"Today is our last class together."

Hans turned his head and looked at the faces of those sitting in their seats one by one, memorizing their faces.

Chartia.

Shuen.

Airi.

Folkner.

And Luin.

They were geniuses who had grown up in a short period of time.

'Chartia' had improved the perfection of her illusion magic, which was originally her strong point, to the point where she could use magic that could deceive an apostle.

'Airi,' who had no outstanding skills, had found a talent for barrier magic and had grown to the point where she could spread a rough barrier.

'Folkner,' who had the greatest talent for one-on-one magic, had become strong enough to hold his own against an archbishop.

'Luin' had completely overcome his dependence on the 'fire rune' and had grown to the point where he did not feel the weakness of having lost his unique magic.

Finally, Shuen had improved her bombardment and defensive magic to a high level and had grown at a speed that could not be ignored.

'The future is bright. Of course, not as much as mine.'

Hans looked at the students preparing for the end and said with a low smile.

"Today is our last class together."

"..."

"So far, you have learned with me about basic physical strength, the theory of magic, and how to break through barrier magic."

"..."

"In particular, the method of dealing with black magicians that you learned from me is a homework that you must know. With the recent problem of heretics becoming more serious, you must have the power to protect yourselves."

"..."

Hans looked at the students with hardened expressions, stretched lowly, and clapped his hands.

"Then shall we begin our last class?"

"..."

"The last class is the time to create your own ultimate skills."

*

"Hraaaaaah!!!"

Slow.

"Ugh!"

Slow.

I, who was tormenting the main characters of the novel, smiled more happily than ever and looked at the approaching swords.

'Ah... this is why I learned the sword.'

Because slaughtering the weak was fun.

I looked at Look's approaching sword until the end and lightly twisted my body. It was easier to break the opponent's posture by dodging the path of the sword rather than receiving it.

"You'll die if you swing like that."

"...!!"

I looked at Look's sword, which was bravely cutting through the wind, and gave him a low piece of advice. Compared to the beginning, it seemed like the basic form was established, but he still lacked experience.

"Your strength has improved, but you lack experience."

"..."

"Next time, try to challenge me with aura in your sword. It would be a shame if you couldn't use what I taught you."

"I'm sorr..."

"You're eliminated."

I smiled faintly and struck Look's abdomen with the back of my sword. I heard a dull sound, but it would be fine since a Healing Department student would heal him.

Now there are four people left.

Rohan. Malik. Hanna. Veilin.

I calmly observed the eyes of those who were burning with fighting spirit, shrugged my shoulders, and continued the last class that would be helpful to them.

"You've all grown a lot."

"..."

"In the past, you would have collapsed in front of me without even being able to hold your swords, but I can feel that you have grown both mentally and physically."

"..."

"Your ability to handle aura has also improved quite a bit."

I raised my sword and said.

"Want me to show you something interesting?"

Along with the rapidly blowing wind, Rohan's eyes began to shake. With a look of awe, as if wondering how such a monster could exist.

"This is the goal you should all be aiming for."

The aura flowing from Caliburn began to move in several directions, creating a sinister energy.

"Try to receive this unavoidable sword."

Malik muttered lowly.

"That's fucking insane."

Malik, who thought the world was wide.

*

Looking at the departing students, we smiled and waved our hands.

"Pant..."

"We have to go down the mountain again from here? Haa, I really want to die."

"It's not right to torment us until the last day..."

Perhaps because they had all rolled each other on the last day, I smiled contentedly at the exhausted expressions of the students and spoke to my colleagues.

"You all rolled them hard."

"It's the last day, so I thought of more things to teach them."

"Me too, Saint-nim."

Though I think I rolled them the hardest.

"Brother, my legs aren't listening to me."

"...Did you have legs?"

"..."

Hans strode over to Luin and said.

-Thud!

While hitting his shoulder with his fist.

"What... you want to go a round?"

Hans smiled faintly and looked at Luin.

"Don't get hurt."

"...Whatever."

Looking at the returning Hans, I let out a small laugh and said.

"You're not being very honest."

And so, on the way back.

"Huh...?"

Luin was reunited with the old magic that was in his pocket.

Luin let out a small laugh and uttered a low curse.

"You son of a bitch... are you telling me to be prepared if I'm going to get it back?"

Luin, whose shoulders were getting heavier, let out a long sigh.

"Fuck."