The Academy’s Undercover Professor – 171



◈ Episode 171: The Flower of Dead Fire (1)

The fire in the warehouse burned hot.

The hot flames were overflowing and embers were about to spread to the trees and bushes near the warehouse.

A situation that could lead to a large fire.

‘older brother. ‘Are you sure it’s okay?’

Hans waiting outside hesitated.

I was seriously considering whether to use Jebodang’s monster powers to intervene even now.

Snap!

At that time a rat shouted to Hans. It was a signal that someone was quickly approaching this direction.

“Eek. “Hey everyone hide!”

As soon as Hans and the group of rats hurriedly hid themselves from the scene Casey Selmore appeared.

“fire?”

As soon as Casey Selmore saw the flames he immediately shot water.

However even after pouring water on it the fire did not go out.

The flames shrank once but then flared up again fiercely.

“What kind of fire…”

Casey immediately spread a wide curtain of water surrounding the warehouse.

The shaking flames tried to go outside but were blocked by a curtain of water and cowered.

Casey narrowed his eyes.

‘This is no ordinary fire.’

Casey could tell that magic was being used to suppress the flames to the outside.

This fire has a will.

And this fire was trying to go out and burn everything.

‘It’s not a fire caused by ordinary magic. Looking at the will in the fire this should be at least the level of a red wizard.’

When it comes to fire with will there was one thing that came to mind.

It is the spirit of nature that controls fire.

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‘Could it be a spirit? But there is no way a spirit could use such terrible power.’

Right after he came to Lederbelk Casey had looked up old newspaper articles and read about what was happening in the city.

In her memory an article about a fire giant appearing at a banquet hall in the city came to mind.

And now the Black Dawn has taken advantage of the festival and is hiding in Seorn.

It was clear that there was some connection between the two.

‘Mr. Ludger Chelisi must be in there right now.’

It was worth it to see the fire in the distance and the direction in which he suddenly disappeared.

‘What on earth is happening inside….’

Casey thought about using water to get inside but if he pulled back just a little bit the fire would spread out of control.

‘Did that man expect this to happen and called me?’

At that moment a huge wave of magical power was felt inside the burning warehouse.

The fiercely burning flames suddenly died out as if they were being sucked inward.

After a while cloudy steam billowed out from the cracks in the ceiling and exterior walls of the collapsed warehouse.

‘magic?! And that’s at least 5th rank!’

The fire that had been burning fiercely faded once.

Casey who was fighting the flames nearby could feel it.

Right now magic on a massive scale has unfolded inside the warehouse.

‘What on earth is going on inside?!’

* * *

Ludger’s 6th rank magic corporation [Cheonhae Icebreaker] dealt a significant blow to Quasimodo.

However Quasimodo did not just suffer.

He gathered the warehouse’s flames into his center and resisted Ludger’s magic.

The ultra-high heat burning from hell and the cold ice coming from the cold North Sea.

A huge wave created when the two elements collide and even water vapor that cannot be seen an inch in front of you.

Hwareuk.

A small flame floated in the air amidst the steam.

The flame grew in size and became a fireball and the residual fire that spread around slowly gathered and increased in size.

Arms and legs grew and then an ugly-looking fire giant appeared.

[Human.]

Quasimodo is not dead.

Even though it was hit directly by that level of anti-magic it restored its body with incredible vitality let alone reverse summoning.

However because it was not completely undamaged Quasimodo’s size was reduced by almost half.

But that too will be soon.

When the flames remaining throughout the warehouse began to grow stronger and the fire became full again.

Quasimodo will regain his original strength.

Spirit was such a being.

Even damage that would otherwise take a few days of rest to recover from is quickly repaired.

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[Kills.]

Moreover Quasimodo is a vengeful spirit fueled by anger and hatred.

He was quickly recovering his body with his intense energy towards Ludger who had put him through this situation.

[Must kill.]

Quasimodo looked around and tried to find Ludger.

Although the water vapor that had not cleared was still blocking his view Quasimodo could tell.

Ludger didn’t run away.

Crack.

Quasimodo discovered a black shadow running inside the steam.

They may have moved because they thought they couldn’t play yet but they were too complacent.

Quasimodo smiled from ear to ear and punched the shadow.

[asleep!]

The burning flame spread instantly and hit the black shadow directly.

Quasimodo who was about to shout in victory at the thought that he had finally defeated that mudfish-like guy could not help but be embarrassed the moment he saw the steam that had cleared.

[Aren’t you human?]

What he burned with his fist was not Ludger but the shadow garment he was dealing with.

Even though Ather Nocturnus was scattered by Quasimodo’s fist he shook his body proudly as if he had done his part.

So where is Ludger now?

Quasimodo quickly turned his head and looked at where Esmeralda was.

[you…!]

And I could see it.

The sight of him holding Esmeralda in his arms with one hand.

[Ludger Chelsea!!!]

Ludger responded to Quasimodo’s vicious shout with a cold smile.

“You called my name for the first time. “Quasimodo.”

[Kaaaa!]

“But it’s over now.”

Quasimodo rushed to protect Esmeralda.

Ludger inserted the drug injection he had prepared in advance into Esmeralda’s neck.

[…!]

Quasimodo who was running stopped in place.

Quasimodo crouched down clutching his head as if he were in pain.

Ludger breathed a sigh of relief.

‘No matter how great the spirit is if the spirit master is hit it will inevitably be affected.’

The drug Ludger injected into Esmeralda was a type of psychotropic anesthetic.

Basically spiritists are beings who communicate with the spirits of nature.

Contracts and communication with spirits that do not exist in the physical body ultimately originate from the spiritual part of humans or spirit.

No matter how powerful the spirit is if the spiritist loses his mind the spirit’s power also weakens.

‘I wasn’t able to completely reverse summon it but this is enough.’

First Esmeralda who had fainted had to somehow be moved to a place where people could not see her.

And it would be okay if we just sealed Esmeralda’s spirit and left only Selina behind.

At that time Esmeralda who had thought she would fall asleep after receiving the anesthetic opened her mouth.

“Oh no.”

“…Are you still conscious?”

The moment Ludger was about to ignore those words Esmeralda grabbed his collar tightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Hurry and run away. “I can’t control it anymore.”

“Control?”

For a moment I questioned Esmeralda’s words as if she was desperately trying to squeeze them out.

Ludger felt the back of his neck being pulled.

It was a warning of danger sent by animal intuition.

Before he could even understand it Ludger instinctively created a magic barrier by squeezing out his remaining magic power.

Coo!

Immediately after that a large fist struck the magic barrier.

There was a crack in the barrier and the impact was passed on to Ludger.

Ludger enduring the pain inflicted on his body glared at the criminal who punched him.

“…Quasimodo.”

Quasimodo who had been suffering just a moment ago opened his mouth in a long creepy smile.

[Hehehe. it’s a shame.]

The guy acted like he was in pain as if it was a lie.

[I could have killed him.]

“you….”

Only then did Ludger realize that something was strange.

Why is Quasimodo okay?

Why has Esmeralda the person who summoned her still not lost her mind?

Ludger’s worries did not last long.

He felt an eerie touch on his cheek and instinctively moved his hand first.

Wow!

I grabbed Esmeralda’s wrist as she was about to swing in this direction.

In her slender hand was a sharp dagger.

If I had been a little late I would have been stabbed.

“Hey what’s going on in this situation…”

Ludger who was trying to argue with Esmeralda could not bear to do so and kept his mouth shut.

She was in tears now.

“no. I didn’t mean to do this. sorry. “I’m truly sorry.”

He keeps muttering strange things like a person who has lost his temper.

The person she was apologizing to was not Ludger.

Esmeralda was looking at something different now.

“What on earth happened a little while ago….”

Ludger stopped speaking.

Instead he focused his magic on his eyes and increased his eye strength.

Then what had been obscured by water vapor began to become clear.

It was a red thread.

The bright red thread from Quasimodo was tying Esmeralda’s wrists and her entire body.

It’s as if they are binding you to never give you freedom.

Like a marionette that is easy to control as one pleases.

A faint red thread fluttering in the air touched Ludger’s body.

The moment he recognized it a completely different scene unfolded before Ludger’s eyes.

-I hate you.

The burning village of Rotang.

There we see Esmeralda in pain shedding tears and Quasimodo standing behind her.

‘Is this a memory storming phenomenon?’

Ludger stared at Quasimodo in a vivid scene as if he had experienced it himself.

At first glance it seemed like Quasimodo was protecting Esmeralda but it was the opposite.

[Burn the hatred. Hate humans.]

The hidden story of an incident that could not be revealed through painting magic.

It was not Esmeralda herself who continued to instill madness and hatred in Esmeralda from the beginning.

The scenery has changed.

Her past imbued with Esmeralda’s magic was soon revealed right after she achieved her first revenge.

-This is amazing.

There he was.

A man with his back to the full moon rising in Hwiyeongcheong on a dark night.

A person who hides his identity by wearing a mask on his face but cannot hide the unique power of a strong man.

-I never thought there was a person with a great deal of courage who killed a nobleman. The Fabius family has been our goal for some time but we have found someone with the same interests.

He said that and then shook his head.

-no. It’s not a person. Should I say it’s something else?

That guy.

From the beginning the Zero Order of the Black Dawn was looking at Quasimodo not Esmeralda.

-Join us and we will help you achieve what you want. how is it. Would you like to hold hands?

Quasimodo did not refuse Zero Order’s offer.

A woman was crying in agony but no one paid any attention to her.

All the fire monster had to do was burn someone to death.

* * *

After the memory storming phenomenon ended I returned to reality.

“It was you.”

My head hurts from all the information coming at me at once.

I frowned from my headache and glared at Quasimodo.

“It was all you.”

Esmeralda also moved for revenge.

He also joined the Black Dawn and burned and killed the people of the Febius family.

She also earned the nickname the Fire Witch.

Esmeralda did not make a contract with Quasimodo to manipulate him.

Quite the opposite.

Quasimodo had used Esmeralda as his host and was manipulating her.

okay.

It was from the beginning.

A monster born in response to the despair of a powerful spirit master in a place filled with death fire hatred and anger.

Not a spirit or a normal spirit but something horribly twisted.

He’s not like a vengeful spirit anymore.

Cryptid.

This guy was truly a being that should be called a Cryptid.

Smirk.

Quasimodo laughed at my words.

[Did you get caught?]

The tone was not at all surprised that he had been caught.

Rather the reaction is that this situation itself is so enjoyable that it is difficult to endure.

The guy was laughing at me.

[It’s too late to find out anyway.]

Even the slurred speech gradually becomes clearer.

It was my mistake.

Rather Esmeralda was acting as a suppressor to keep Quasimodo from running rampant.

But now that I have administered the anesthetic Quasimodo has gained greater freedom than ever before.

[Now the game is over.]

Quasimodo’s size began to gradually inflate like a balloon.

The size of the fire grows the flames intensify and the water vapor fluttering around is completely washed away.

My skin tingled from the intense heat.

Even though I protect my body with magical power I feel like my skin is drying out.

The sweat flowing down your forehead evaporates and disappears.

[Now die.]

I picked up Esmeralda and hurriedly left the place.

[There is no use running away.]

Quasimodo’s voice came from behind me.

Quasimodo who had regained his original size chased after me at an incredible speed.

The intense murderous intent and searing heat felt behind my back.

I immediately connected the rope to the ceiling with the wire launcher in my left hand and jumped over the pile of luggage. Immediately after that the area beneath my feet was engulfed in flames.

‘What should I do?’

So far I’ve used almost all the tools I have to use.

That’s how we found out that the real identity of the First Order was Quasimodo but that was it.

In the end this is it.

So should I leave Esmeralda here and run away alone?

‘I have to throw it away…’

I looked down at Esmeralda whose eyes were half closed.

Her black hair had turned pink with color bleeding here and there.

Light purple eyes with the red color gone were looking up at me.

Is it because Esmeralda’s personality has subsided?

Selina’s personality awakened.

“Mr. Ludger?”

I couldn’t easily answer that voice.

no.

Maybe it’s closer to not knowing how to deal with this person called ‘Selina’ who is here right now.

Selina was the half of Esmeralda who took part of her soul and created it.

A created personality.

If Esmeralda is real Selina is fake.

Then Selina smiled at me.

It was a weak smile like a falling flower petal.

“are you okay.”

“….”

“I’m fine so please leave it. “There is no need for the teacher to do something like this.”

At those words I stopped running away.

Even though the monster was chasing me from behind I had no choice but to stop.

“But I’ve had enough fun so far.”

The image of Esmeralda crying in pain overlapped with Selina’s helpless smile.

-sorry. I’m so sorry everyone.

I remembered her past that I saw a little while ago.

Roteng.

It was dazzlingly bright like the summer sun.

It was a place that warmed my heart deep down like a spring meadow.

What would it have been like if that place still existed?

I tried to imagine.

The people there would still be there and there would be no sadness or suffering.

Esmeralda must have lived happily there.

Maybe one day when I settle down I might end up going to that village.

Maybe we wouldn’t have met like this.

‘These are all meaningless assumptions.’

Roteng is no more.

Because it was burned and trampled by others.

Nevertheless Esmeralda dreams.

The happiness of that day and the despair of that day that turns around.

Sad suffering and shedding tears.

Even though I cry out and apologize I cannot let go of the hell of that day in my heart.

The true monster is not Quasimodo or anything like that.

Her nightmare tied to the past was the spirit that bound her.

“under.”

I burst out laughing out of frustration.

It was also a self-deprecatory laugh toward me in the future when I would commit irrational actions.

“You have to wake up from your dream. And it’s the same with nightmares.”

“Mr. Ludger? “What is that?”

“If you take a deep breath and wake up it will all be over.”

I applied a simple magic spell to the back of Selina’s neck and made her fall asleep.

Normally she wouldn’t have even nodded but now she couldn’t even resist.

Seeing Selina falling asleep I placed her on the floor.

A shadow rose up and took Selina safely.

“Take care of it.”

I looked back.

A greedy fire giant was slowly approaching this direction.

He laughed at me for not running away.

[why. Can’t you run away anymore?]

“I changed my mind.”

I roughly loosened the tie that was tight around my neck.

Now I’m tired of calculating and guessing.

I couldn’t just leave after seeing that.

“Anyway if you’ve come this far you should see the end.”

embrace.

Pity and pity are swords that cut oneself.

How could I who lived in the underworld not know that fact?

I feel it more keenly than anyone else.

‘But so what?’

If kindness toward someone is a knife that cuts me.

Don’t cut anything.

After all the body is full of scars.

What difference will it make if one more wound is added to this?

“Go for it. “Ugly guy.”

I poured the remaining medication into my mouth.

“I’ll show you what real magic is.”