How to Teach a Hero at the Academy Chapter 139 : Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Mixed Colors (3)

“──Ugh!”

Monica's brows furrowed.

Severe pain dominated her whole body. As the Aura wrapping her prosthetic hand penetrated below the ground, sensations were transmitted while making contact with the Ley Line. The pain Monica was experiencing was the suffering this land had endured. Lizer was also feeling pain equal to Monica's. While resting his hand on the convulsing prosthetic hand.

“You must not open your eyes, Monica.”

Lizer whispered busily.

Subsequently, he rummaged through the inner pocket of his coat. While pulling out a short wand, he continued his words.

“What we are feeling is the sensation of this land…….”

Lizer's wand was swung.

CRACKLE, it went. The magic circle that was intricately entangled held radiance. A passage to connect the Spirit's Nest and Monica was opened. The composition of a Spirit is non-material. The existence of a human is material. Lizer intended to suture the essences that could not mix through the magic circle.

“You are feeling the five senses of Spirits right now.”

The five senses of Spirits…….

Monica repeated Lizer's words.

Are Spirits feeling this kind of pain every mont?

“So concentrate.”

Toward a more painful direction.

Toward that place, you extend your Aura.

Lizer whispered like that.

“The source of the pain must be the Spirit's Nest, and you must flow your Aura to that place. The pain of the land and the conviction of a human. We will make contact in a way that collides two power sources that have no reason to touch.”

To the domain of the Mother God,

Who brought down Divine Punishnt, he thought.

While extending his wand, Lizer muttered,

WHOOSH──!

Along with the chant, he fired a spell.

3rd Rank Elental Magic, ‘Usage of Conveniently Condensed Anger’.

Sparks flew from Lizer's wand. Flas soaring toward the empty air. At the sa ti the fire sharpened like a blade bisected the air,

──KREEECH!

A screech echoing above Lizer's head.

THUD, it went. A Banshee crashed by Lizer's side. Flas were eating away at the Banshee's body. CREAK, CREAK. The Banshee struggling while twisting its wings died before long. Is it an individual separated from the flock? Narrowing his eyes, Lizer thought.

‘Not good.’

Lizer's gaze headed toward the coast.

The battle was in full swing. Amidst obstacles piled on the breakwater mimicking a fortress, Demian and the vigilantes were fighting a battle. It would be difficult to expect victory. The number of Banshees was too large. Hoping for them to buy ti was the utmost they could do.

‘Since it has co to this…….’

Lizer swung his wand.

Twitching his lips, he recited a chant. Toward the Banshees gliding over the breakwater.

‘I must make it succeed by all ans.’

Spheres of fla, awls of hardened ice, sharply compressed gales.

Spirits constructed spells following Lizer's command. Banshees trying to fly up crashed one after another, and Lizer examined Monica's complexion while hiding his impatience.

‘……Will it be possible.’

Lizer's brow shook briefly.

Because it was equally painful for him. Indescribable pain was wrapping around Lizer. It beca difficult to breathe, and he felt as if the edges of his skin were rotting away. As if he was cast out of this world.

“Monica, can you hear my voice?”

Thus, Monica thought.

That it is like the environnt of the Lost Library.

She felt the sa feeling as when she stayed in the Lost Library, the domain of the God of Oblivion ‘Fichte’, which she visited previously. She didn't expect to experience the sensation she endured there in this way.

“……I hear you.”

Monica opened her mouth.

Lizer's voice was echoing in the vast darkness.

Although her eyes were closed, she could see ahead. Amidst thread-like Ley Lines tangled haphazardly, a lump of light resembling a Spirit shimred by Monica's side. Lizer must be speaking through that. Lizer's voice was transmitted from the lump of light.

“I know. I have experienced sothing similar.”

It's bearable.

So far, at least.

Monica whispered quietly.

“Yes, it's gross as always.”

THUMP, THUMP,

The Spirit's Nest beat faintly.

If she thought, I go to that place, she could go. Borrowing a strange floating sensation, Monica moved. She was extending her Aura toward the Spirit's Nest.

“Now…….”

It didn't need a long ti.

A part of the land resembling a giant heart. The Spirit's Nest covered Monica's vision.

“……What should I do?”

Lizer laughed cautiously.

The lump of light moved quickly. Hovering around the Spirit's Nest, it seed to be diagnosing. How sick it is.