All-Master Player Of The Academy [EN]: Chapter 291

◈ Chapter 291

146. Side Story – The Day the God Fell – 1

In the end, Circe couldn’t hold on and collapsed.

As she slumped, the witches panicked and rushed to help her.

As the witches took the fallen Circe away, Soltrimm said worriedly,

“Will that child be able to do it? I’d rather…….”

“Circe has already made her choice.”

“I…….”

“Well, if you want to fight, I’ll give you power too.”

Kelthued was calm.

Soltrimm felt fear at his calmness.

Just where were the limits of this being who even dared to defy a god?

“If Kelthued-nim [term of respect] were to step in, wouldn’t you be able to defeat Seraphis and their order?”

“I haven’t taken over this world yet, but that’s nothing.”

“Then why don’t you do it yourself?”

She was curious.

If he could help like this, shouldn’t he and Kelthued fight them directly?

Kelthued chuckled at her question.

“To me, you and they are not that different.”

“……Pardon?”

“I’m just lending a hand to those who want to fight.”

“What do you mean by that…….”

“Let’s think of it this way.”

He pointed to the ground.

Ants were crawling on the dirt floor.

“What do you feel about those ants?”

“I don’t feel anything…….”

Soltrimm was startled as she spoke.

To Kelthued, both themselves and Seraphis,

And the Order of Seraphis and the people who oppressed witches in this world.

Everything was just ants.

“I have no intention of distinguishing between good and evil in the fight between ants.”

“Then why are you helping us?”

“An ant cried out: ‘I will live for you, so give me sugar.'”

“So…… all of this is just a game to the Sage.”

To them, it was a fight for survival.

But to the man in front of her, it was just a game.

Whether to give sugar.

Or pour water.

It was something that could be decided by just a small change in his emotions.

Soltrimm stepped back in fear and instinctive alienation.

Kelthued nodded at the sight.

“That’s right. It’s better not to get involved with alien beings for too long.”

“……I’m sorry for my rudeness.”

That man was dangerous.

She shouldn’t be near him.

Even if he gave her great power, he was someone who could suppress her with even greater power.

So Soltrimm ran away from him, and Kelthued, who was alone again, sat down with an indifferent expression.

Circe, who had come to her senses, was startled by the gazes on her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes? Ah…… yes.”

A witch said sadly to her as she hesitated and got up.

“Don’t get up; rest more.”

“I’m fine……. I have to go now.”

She had to fight.

She had received power and knowledge from him, so she had to move as he wished.

Soltrimm cautiously said to Circe.

“……Do you really have to fight?”

“Why are you suddenly like this?”

“No…….”

She wondered if she should say it or not.

But she couldn’t not say it.

Soltrimm sighed heavily and told her the story she had shared with Kelthued earlier.

“So, in the end, I’m just an ant asking for a grain of wheat from him.”

“Yes. It will be dangerous.”

“I know. Thank you, Soltrimm Witch.”

Circe said and staggered down from the bed.

Seeing her picking up the staff and sword leaning against the wall, Soltrimm cried out urgently.

“Don’t go!! Even now, give him back the power…….”

“No.”

Circe shook her head firmly.

“What does it matter if I’m an ant? I made a promise, and I’m just keeping it.”

“The power he gave you is nothing to him. So…….”

“Even so, I have to keep my promise. And…….”

Even if it was nothing to Kelthued, to her.

And to the witches, it was the power to gain salvation.

“So I have to give everything too.”

When she opened the door and went out, she saw him alone in the square.

Circe stared at him blankly.

He seemed so used to being alone.

That’s why he looked lonely.

Was he lonely because he had great power?

Circe stared at him and walked over.

“Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s go then. It’s nothing, so we don’t need to take too long.”

He got up from his seat and dusted off his butt.

“I need to change my clothes before I go. I’m going to be called a Great Witch.”

He struck the air again and took out a white robe from it.

It was a robe similar to the one Kelthued was wearing.

It was a robe that looked so precious that it couldn’t be compared to the rags she was wearing.

Circe was puzzled as she put on the robe that seemed to fit her perfectly.

“Did you expect to meet me?”

“It’s just clothes that automatically fit the wearer’s body.”

“Is there such a thing?”

“If you’ve accessed the truth, you’ll know how to make this easily.”

“……I see.”

A very complex formula.

And many materials were needed.

And the process of making it was quite difficult.

Even if she had obtained the knowledge through the truth, it was not something she could easily make.

“But why did you have this?”

“Can’t I have it?”

“There’s no reason why you can’t.”

“Then it’s fine.”

Wearing a white robe and holding a staff, she looked like she did when she first met Kelthued.

Circe didn’t know what to do with the long sword and awkwardly tried to hang it on her back.

“Check out how to use subspace.”

“Uh…….”

She closed her eyes.

And slowly accessed the truth and accepted the knowledge.

Among the enormous power, knowledge, and information, Circe found how to use subspace and struck the air as Kelthued had done.

-Clang!!

The space split and darkness was revealed.

She pushed the sword into it.

“Is this how you do it…… right?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll use the sword…… when I meet the god later.”

“Do as you please.”

“But where should we go first?”

“Where to start…….”

Kelthued smiled and took out a map.

It was a map of this world.

“Here.”

Circe held a dart in her hand.

As he held up the map, Circe swallowed hard.

He was saying to throw a dart and go anywhere.

Hearing those words, she remembered what Soltrimm had said earlier.

To that man, they were just ants.

Ants that would collapse if he just poured water on them.

Ants that would collapse if he just stepped on them.

That’s why he could say to go anywhere without needing a strategy.

Circe nodded and threw the dart.

“You’ve chosen a great place from the start.”

Kelthued chuckled.

The dart was stuck in the center of the continent of Cowadin.

It was Cole Seraphis, where the Papal State of the Order of Seraphis was located.

“Can we do it?”

“We can do it.”

He stroked Circe’s head.

“If you want to fight.”

* * *

The road to Cole Seraphis was not easy.

There were quite a few places to go through right away.

So Circe looked at the map and pondered.

It would take at least a year to go on foot.

She also had to think about the gates in between.

“Getting a carriage and making collaborators…….”

“Why do you need that?”

“Yes? But…….”

“There is a technique called Shukuchi [a teleportation technique] among the powers that do not exist in this world. I used it before. Do you know? I’ll teach you from now on.”

“……To me?”

“I’m going to teach you this and that, so learn well.”

That’s how it started.

Heading to Cole Seraphis with Kelthued.

Circe learned a lot.

It wasn’t just how to fight.

How to see the world and how to see people.

And even how to live.

She knew more with Kelthued than when she was living as a witch and was busy surviving.

That’s why she was able to quickly forget that she was an ant.

“But it’s hard to call you Kelthued every time. How about Master?”

Not many days left until Cole Seraphis.

Circe said while lighting a bonfire at a campsite near the official road.

Kelthued was puzzled by her sudden request.

“Suddenly now?”

“I don’t think it’s sudden. I’ve been talking about it subtly all along.”

Kelthued closed his eyes.

Every time he steadily taught her skills, she would chatter about how he was like a teacher or a master.

“Wasn’t it just *like* it?”

“……You don’t know people’s hearts.”

“Why should I know?”

Circe smiled as he spoke bluntly.

“Then can I call you Master?”

“No. That kind of relationship is a bit burdensome. And I’m going to leave when I’m done collecting this world.”

“Even so.”

“Therefore, I decline the master-disciple relationship.”

“Then how about Master?”

“……Hmm.”

“As a world collector, haven’t you ever used slaves or servants while traveling through countless worlds?”

She scooped up porridge from the pot boiling in the bonfire and put it in a bowl.

When Circe asked as she politely handed it over, Kelthued shrugged.

“That’s not bad.”

“Then I’ll call you Master from now on.”

“Do as you please.”

It was then.

Circe, who was about to put porridge in her bowl, raised her head.

The sound of horses’ hooves was heard far away on the official road.

“There it is! There it is!!”

“It’s that damn witch and wizard!!”

Circe glanced at Kelthued.

It seemed like the pursuers from the territory they had passed some time ago.

“It’s the seed that Master sowed.”

“I know.”

There was a checkpoint when passing through the territory.

Circe suggested deceiving them appropriately and going, but Kelthued refused.

He doesn’t run away or hide.

He fights rather than bend.

That was Kelthued’s theory.

It would be nice to fight like that and trample them, but it’s not like that either.

Kelthued didn’t fight those who didn’t want to fight.

That’s why it wasn’t the first or second time that he was being chased like this.

Circe looked at him as if she couldn’t help it and got up from her seat.

-Clang!!

She was now familiar with how to use subspace.

She leisurely took out her staff, spun it around, and pointed it at the rushing pursuers.

There were several white stars embedded in the flags they were holding.

“……Witch Hunters.”

It was the star of Seraphis that was embedded each time a witch was killed.

In other words.

It was no different from the fact that they had come not for simple resentment but for witch hunting.

Then she had no reason not to fight either.

“There it is!!”

“That bitch!! That witch wearing white clothes!! It’s the worst witch, Circe!!”

Circe smiled as she heard their shouts.

Since when was it?

Now, every time she met an enemy, she smiled.

Like Kelthued, who was eating porridge behind her as if it were someone else’s business, she no longer felt burdened by fighting and resistance.

That’s why she could be confident.

“The worst witch, Circe?”

-Whooooong!!

Mana is concentrated at the end of the staff.

A huge magic circle was created, and red lightning flickered from the magic circle.

-Kwa kwa kwa kwang!!

A huge red lightning bolt burst out and swept away the pursuing witch hunters.

She proudly said to the remaining witch hunters after annihilating dozens of people in one blow.

“Call me the Great Witch, Circe.”