No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 21

“Well, even if I tell you guys to fight each other now, you won’t listen, right? Then watch. It’s the top student VS the second!”

The principal made the scene even bigger as if it was fun. We ended up fighting alone in the wide training ground. This must have spread as a rumor because the windows on the classroom side of the main building clattered open and a loud voice echoed, “The first and second years are fighting!” Then the windows of other classes also started to clatter open one by one.

From somewhere, someone seemed to shout, “It’s a lovers’ quarrel!”

Damn… f*cking hell… I wanted to curse, but Cassice Demillang wasn’t that kind of person…

‘Now that it’s come to this, I can’t lose.’

I’ll be pushed back all the way from now on anyway. The depth of talent between the protagonist and Cassice is different.

So I have to end it quickly now that Ryuseong hasn’t broken his prejudice against the famous figure “Cassice Demillang” and thus hasn’t prepared a counter for blood magic.

‘Let’s win at least once!’

After making up my mind, I checked that the instructors had drawn a wide semi-circular barrier around us, and I arrogantly snapped my fingertips at Ryuseong who had drawn his sword.

“Come at me.”

“The three counts, it’s not that you’re yielding, right?”

“No way. Would I have such impudence.”

Before I could finish saying to show, the sword flew. It was a fast speed as if space had folded.

However, it was a feint. I didn’t dodge the trajectory of the thrust meant to deceive the eyes.

Ryuseong cut me without even blinking an eye.

-!

A horrifying pain pierced from my shoulder to my neck.

That’s right, I can’t use the same method I used when arguing with the principal. I can’t expect him to be afraid of hurting me and back down.

The principal was in an overwhelmingly superior position to me, but Ryuseong is a fellow student, so I can’t expect mercy.

However, when confronting the principal, I didn’t use blood magic, and he is facing a blood mage for the first time.

-When you meet a blood mage, either kill them instantly or never injure them.

Since you couldn’t kill me, your defeat was as good as decided.

In an instant, the blood that flew like lightning wrapped a noose around Ryuseong’s neck. It was a scene that looked as if the blood I shed had flowed out of him. Ryuseong seemed startled for a moment, then saw me holding the bloody leash with my white fingers and infused his sword with blue energy to cut the knot of the leash connected to me.

But it was already over.

“Stop!”

Kwang-!

When the principal stomped his foot, a painfully dazzling white light brushed past us, evaporating all the blood I was manipulating and the sword energy Ryuseong was spewing out.

“Why is it over already?!”

The students belonging to the sect belatedly grasped the situation and protested en masse. Their main argument was that if they had fought a little longer, Ryuseong would have won since the first wound was deep.

But that was nonsense. The principal was also directly asking Ryuseong.

“Ryuseong! Do you admit defeat?”

“…I admit it.”

Lamenting erupted from the mouths of the students belonging to the sect, but Ryuseong’s words didn’t stop.

“It was my mistake not to analyze the form of blood magic.”

Correct.

“If he had converted the attribute of the blood he put around my neck to fire, electricity, or even wind, I would have died instantly.”

Correct.

“Next time, I will thoroughly analyze the opponent so that this doesn’t happen again.”

A perfect answer that even earns extra points.

“Then can I take Demillang to the infirmary now?”

But at the end, there was nonsense. I blinked at the fast and accurate pronunciation, and felt dizzy at the last sentence. The principal also sounded strangely shaky, perhaps feeling dizzy.

“Oh, uh… go ahead.”

At that moment, when I realized there was a hint of laughter in that voice and staggered slightly from the heat, Ryuseong lifted me up.

Then there were exclamations from around…

‘…I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.’

No, damn it, why is this happening even when I won? I was so embarrassed that I buried my face in my palms. I wanted to run away from Earth like this…

“…Please put me down now. I can walk.”

“…”

“Can’t you hear me? I have a potion right now. I don’t even need to go to the infirmary…”

“You don’t need to be in the training ground either.”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

When Ryuseong clicked his tongue looking down at me, I felt like the most pathetic person in the world. In the end, I had no choice but to be carried by him through the long corridor. Even though the bleeding had almost stopped.

When we reached the infirmary, we encountered the “No Entry” sign again. I didn’t know why they paid the school nurse, but anyway, Ryuseong, who couldn’t use both hands because he was carrying me like a princess, kicked the infirmary door with his foot.

Kwang!

At the moment when I wondered if reporting Ryuseong for property damage would work due to his powerful kick, he carefully laid me down on the bed.

And once again, he naturally rummaged through the infirmary drawer, picked up a dozen silver potions, and tried to throw them at me.

Is this considered theft?

But the potion he stole is coming to me. We became accomplices. So I decided to act pitiful.

“I’m in pain right now, so please be nice…”

Ryuseong couldn’t move as if he was stunned by those words. After a while, when I let out a groan like a moan, he slowly walked over to me.

And at the moment when he was about to hand me the potion with eyes that couldn’t tell what he was thinking, I snatched his wrist. And twisted it down.

Clang!

A few potions fell to the floor, making the sound of breaking glass. A few rolled on the bed sheet. You didn’t resist. You just accepted my touch as it was.

So I grabbed your collar and straddled you, looking miserable or disgusting.

“Only now do I like your face.”

I smiled. I couldn’t hold back my satisfaction.

After a long wait, Ryuseong was finally looking up at me with a face that completely revealed his desire.

***

Ryuseong thought.

You, were you like this before too?

Did you treat the person sharing the same room as you like this even before the regression?

Like that, Cassice Demillang immersed himself to a depth that couldn’t be recognized.

Did you back then also, like now, with a gentle gesture that seemed to give everything, body and heart, and with cunning and cold eyes,

Did you wrap your heart that had no intention of loving at all in sweet words and present it as if it was love,

Did you offer yourself to be completely consumed, even though you were nothing but deadly poison.

Then how is your temptation different from a cunning snake?

How is the heart you offer different from the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil? 

‘When you have no intention of loving anything in this world anyway.’

It’s disgusting. Yet the words that you give yourself are excruciatingly sweet. Even knowing that those words are nothing but a formality, helplessly… they excite me.

When our skin touches, a maddeningly chilling cold scratches my heart, and veins bulge on the back of my hand. Even if I try not to use force, I can’t let go of the bedsheet crumpling in my grasp. If I let go, I feel like I’ll break you.

Shall I say it in more detail?

I want to see you break. I want to ruin you. That’s my true feeling.

Why are you alone beautiful when you reveal your lowliness to the bottom?

‘You, as cunning as a snake, why…’

Why are you so dazzlingly disgusting…?

“Do you like my face?”

“Yes, very much.”

A touch on the cheek as if admiring, a smile as if praising revealing desire.

“Do you want it?”

“Do I need to say it twice? I want to make it a specimen.”

The gentle whisper is chilling. But Ryuseong considered himself more terrifying than that.

If you are the fetus of a monster that will destroy the world,

‘I would be the one trying to mate with the monster.’

Because he himself is a completely insane human.

You don’t know what he sacrificed. You don’t know at all the screams he has to endure by keeping you alive. The fact that he didn’t kill Cassice Demillang means he bet the fate of the world on you.

You don’t know what agony he went through to make the judgment that you are still without sin, even if you were once the one who destroyed the world. Cassice Demillang is indebted to Ryuseong. But that is not something that can be claimed from you now.

Ryuseong knows.

He knows it miserably well.

‘That is a vanished time.’

The time Ryuseong has gone through has already disappeared. The world was not destroyed and you have no sin now.

Nevertheless, he lost too much.

Just the fact that he let you live, the one who will destroy the world, makes him feel self-loathing, but you tempt him. He wants to criticize it as shameless and brazen behavior, but he himself ends up getting excited by you.

The more Ryuseong gets entangled with Cassice Demillang, the more terrible he becomes. It was like that before the regression and it’s the same now.

‘So you must clearly know.’

“If you want to have me, have me. But be fair.”

“What do you mean…?”

“If you want to have me, you have to give yourself too.”

For a moment, the elegant face distorts. See, you never intended to give yourself from the beginning.

So hand it over. If you want to have me. If you, so disgustingly, dare to try to have me.

You must also be grasped in my hand.

Completely, so that you can’t deceive with sweet words and actions.

“What, are you saying we should date or something?”

It’s ridiculous. The notion of love should not be used to decorate their relationship. Ryuseong only feels disgustingly repulsive hatred from you. He only thinks he wants to destroy you.

It’s just that he’s struggling to think that he shouldn’t, that you have no sin now, to hold on to reason with a string.

The only one in this world who can destroy you like that is Ryuseong. He doesn’t allow any other touch.

If you want to be disheveled, you must be under me.

“Aha, is it a monopoly desire. Then I’ll only give kisses to you. Be satisfied with that.”

“Then don’t expect anything other than kisses from me either.”

Ryuseong said roughly, frowning with terrifyingly blue eyes.

Ah, then you lower your head.

Sweetly without hesitation, as if spilling poison…

Putting your lips to my ear,

“Are you doing this on purpose to please me?”

You’re mocking me.

***

If it were Cassice Demillang, he would probably think like this.

You back off when I just pretend to be weak. Noticeably.

But you know who I am and still do that.

Not knowing your place, cutely.

‘How is it, do I seem completely like Cassice Demillang?’

Then I’ll show you now. How ill-tempered the biggest villain is.

Actually, I’m good at that too. Playing above your head.

…However.

Ryuseong wasn’t thinking differently either.