“…… During the mission, a total of 3 commissioners and 5 trainees were injured, and the death toll was 0. ”

Manstein paused, not so much to give the students time to applaud again, but to recall a lot from the result.

He's not a young man anymore. He may indeed be a child compared to the real antiques, but in the ordinary commissioners and professors, he is already quite the oldest.

As a civilian and the son of the Night's Watch, he naturally has a very secure position in this academy, and he doesn't have to risk his life like the commissioners of the Enforcement Department. But because he is a civilian officer, he has to show him every task summary report related to dragons, except for Ange and Schneider, the head of the executive department, he should be the third person in the academy to know about various dragon slaying tasks.

Compared to a few decades ago, there were dozens of casualties in the mission, and now the situation of 0 deaths and 8 minor injuries seems to be a miracle, or it seemed like a joke at the time.

Times are advancing.

It can be said that he is relieved or embarrassed, and while he clearly feels that he has almost retired from the stage of history, Manstein is also happy in the festive and comfortable atmosphere of today.

The losers were purged and better preserved, probably to be celebrated.

"Next up is the Raid Report for the King of the Earth and the Mountain," he pulled out another wad of paper and glanced downward, "The Equipment Department is equipped with all the conventional weaponry for A-class missions. Headmaster Ange wielded the dragon slaying weapon [Seven Deadly Sins]. A total of 6 teams were dispatched, two of which were composed of cadets and four of which were elite commissioners. Each group has four people......"

A small, familiar hand tugged at Mercer's sleeve.

Mercer didn't move, in fact, if he had known what he was doing in the chapel today, maybe he wouldn't have come.

At the moment when he was already present, the flow of the black light virus in his body began to become irritable, and the expected result approached step by step as Manstein read it, and the voices in his head became more and more noisy.

Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Mercer entered the Nibelungen. With the planning and assistance of Lu Mingfei's students, Chu Zihang's students killed Fenrir, one of the kings of the earth and mountains. ”

The applause thundered again.

Chu Zihang sat on the seat very calmly, nodding slightly around, with an expressionless face.

Lu Mingfei did not applaud, his eyes were a little stunned.

Chu Zihang was still vividly aware of the sword light that came from countless flames at that time, and when he was stunned and napping occasionally, he would always be frightened into a cold sweat by the sudden appearance of a knife in his imagination, followed by the fear that made his hands and feet cold.

If Fenrir doesn't stop the decoy's kill...... And yet it got in the way. So in the current mission report, his contribution to the mission has become 'planning and assistance'.

How interesting, it is probably this one that Chu Zihang helped fill in.

At a certain moment in the applause, Chu Zihang turned his head to look at Lu Mingfei, his black heart was beating in his chest, and from those silent but powerful beats, he clearly sensed what he wanted to react in his heart. Faith, revenge? Or is it something else? But there was absolutely no repentance.

If you can even ignore your own life, why care about the lives and deaths of others, it is just an unnecessary hypocrisy.

And Lu Mingfei was staring at a black back, trying to think about what Mercer should think at this moment.

Witnessing the death of someone you love, or even being killed by yourself......

The fragments stored in the dream suddenly flashed, and the face of the little devil Lu Mingze became extremely clear.

In that dark dream, someone died, and many people died.

The white emperor rises from the earth, screaming furiously and alone, and the lava and venom kill all, and cannot obtain its satisfaction; The black emperor soared above the sky and launched a deadly attack with contempt.

He remembered that Lu Mingze was dead. But it was like his own death reflected in Lu Mingze's pupils.

It was hard for Lu Mingfei to imagine why he had such a strange dream, and he was deeply impressed.

"And student Mercer," Manstein felt a little nervous for no reason, and his gaze, perhaps that included the eyes of all men, both light and dark, was cast on the man named Mercer.

Zero frowned uneasily, pulling himself closer to him, as if to block out the prying eyes.

"Single-handedly slew the other king of the earth and the mountain—"

"Jörmungad."

As everyone waited with bated breath for the judgmental reading, Mercer spoke up, softly pronouncing the strange and familiar name.

No one knew what he was thinking at the moment, but the golden light that appeared suddenly enveloped the entire church.

The statue of the Holy Father has a very kind countenance on it.

Mercer slowly stepped out of her chair and straightened up.

"Words and Spirits ......"

Schneider's voice is not high, but he gritted his teeth as if he was squeezing out of his teeth. Rather, it's a painful groan before trying to faint. Recite.

How could anyone use words in the academy?

Everyone here has the same idea, except for Chu Zihang, who has already seen it once.

However, even if he was as calm as him, he was severely shocked by Mercer's strength at this moment. Whether it's enough to cover the entire church, or the pressure of gravity is two or three times the force, it's impossible to get out of your seat without resisting.

If you resist hard, you will be oppressed by stronger pressure. What is the upper limit, no one knows.

Such a dangerous spirit of speech can still bypass the words and precepts of the vice principal, what does he want to do now?

Again, no one knows.

"Jörmungad."

Mercer spoke again, as if reciting a short spell with magical powers, and his tone of nostalgia was unusually confused.

Under pressure, Manstein couldn't meet his eyes, and naturally he couldn't find the deep affection hidden in the golden pupils that became incomparably bright.

The dark cavern was always in Mercer's mind, so he could always hear the endless lonely wind and smell the friendly blood.

"Natsumi......"

Two words, like a sigh.

The golden film of light fluctuates like a wave, and every particle of dust in the air can be accurately influenced and manipulated in his spiritual realm, and the position of countless particles of dust changes and the density of the air changes, so that the angle and intensity of the refraction and scattering reflection of light also change.

The light intertwines and combines into a familiar image for all of you.

Natsumi.

The pale golden phantom is not as lively as usual, but it is like a holographic projection with a playful smile. However, no one can see her anymore on weekdays.

With the image, it seems that even the familiar laughter is beginning to echo in the ears. Whether it's joy, or a slight irony and malice.

The students are simply limited in their mobility. But whether it is a person who is not used to Mercer's style on weekdays, or the proud Caesar, or Chu Zihang, he did not say a word.

"Natsumi."

The ornate organ sounded and played a slow, long mournful music—more like a serenade before sleep than a mournful one.

The music became an extension and echo of his sighing call.

Those who listened to his sighs felt that they had heard a sad song, a long poem composed of only two names, suitable only for the sound that echoed in the cold night.

He was shaking.

Zero opened his mouth in vain and did not make a sound. She hadn't seen Mercer in the first few days since his return from the mission, and she certainly didn't know what kind of mood he had spent those days. Now, she feels like she's got a part of it. More incomprehensible parts separated him from her at the moment between him and her, which was difficult to count.

The stained glass of the church is covered with fine lines.

"Jörmungad-Natsumi."

The golden light almost filled the entire church, but the phantom of Natsumi dissipated.

The pressures that were pressing on all of us dissipated at the same time. The moment he was able to get up, Schneider slid a sharp folding knife out of his cuff, and even ignoring his ventilator, a tiger pounced and stabbed at Mercer.

His muscles were as hard as iron, and his blades were sharp.

Out of control, rampage, crossing the lineage line, reduced to Deadpool, tainted by dragon's blood, whatever you say. He is the head of the Executive Department, so it is necessary to clear the dangerous runaway factor, even for the students of the Academy.

The roar of his flight was drowned out in a thud.

The stained glass was shattered into countless fragments and fluttered in the free air outside the church, and the golden sunlight and the golden field seemed to merge into one.

Schneider had only advanced less than half a meter before he was bounced away at a faster pace, smashing the golden organ that he had never been accustomed to seeing into a huge depression, and the piece he played came to an abrupt halt, ending with a strange sound of distortion and destruction.

The shards of glass in the sky don't look like butterflies, but like the sky as it is.

After the silence, the glassy colored sky also lay on the ground in vain.

"So, what exactly do you want to celebrate?"

The black figure standing in the silence of the crowd looked like a ruthless king who flaunted his might, and like a poor lonely child.

"It's better to celebrate my death later."

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