I Think My Fiancé Has Regressed

Chapter 77: The Final Battle (4)

As I walked toward the Academy’s power room, the concentration of dark magic began to grow stronger with each step.

I could feel the dark magic coursing through my veins in such a thick concentration that it would be difficult for an ordinary student to breathe.

For me, who was immune to dark magic due to my holy sword, and Ariana, who was naturally familiar with dark magic, it wasn’t too difficult.

Most of the professors at the academy also have a large amount of basic magic power, so they should have some resistance to this concentration of magic power.

…Of course, that would only be true if they were able to keep it under control.

“…Your skills are still the same as before. How could you not even inflict a single wound on me this time?

I was hoping for some improvement from three years ago, but this is just a repeat of that day.”

By the time the professors realized what was wrong, most of them had already been knocked out by the Demon Lord Azazel.

He smirked lazily at President Del, the only one still awake, as he spoke.

It was strikingly similar to the sight I had seen before my regression, except for the odd discomfort in his words and body language.

“Repeat…What are you talking about….?”

“Hmm? Didn’t you just rewind time with your last effort? You had the most magic of anyone here, so of course I assumed it was you.”

“Turning back time? Who in the Academy would defy divine providence?”

Chancellor Del shouted at the Demon King, but Azazel gave him a fed-up look and continued.

“I tried my best to avoid killing you, hoping that I could figure out how to turn back time, but I ended up wasting my time trying to control my power.”

“Evil creature….I see you’re wallowing in your arrogance….”

“I’ve had enough of this. I’ll give all four of you the undeserved honor of death.”

A dense concentration of dark magic spread out from Azazel, covering the surrounding grounds and enveloping the fallen faculty members.

I hurried to get to them before the dark energy could claim any more professors.

Now would be a good time to stab him in the heart while he was off guard.

My thoughts were short and my movements were quick as I reached him.

“Of course, before that….”

Azazel paused for a moment, just before the holy sword slashed between the creature’s two wings.

“… I guess I’ll have to deal with the mayflies that cowardly attack from behind first.”

“What…!”

The moment I slammed my body into its back, its black wings quickly flapped, creating a gust of wind.

“Khaak!”

“Alex!”

The wind pressure from the strong wings that hit me head-on at such close range was enough to send my body flying backwards.

My body skidded slightly on the dirt from the impact.

“I didn’t expect you, the hero, to give me a preemptive strike. I almost panicked a bit because I wasn’t expecting it.”

“…….”

“Plus, you’re carrying a holy sword and you’re stabbing at my weaknesses at once.

I’m guessing you’re the one who turned back time, am I wrong?”

He thinks that I am the one who reversed time so he asked me the same question he had asked President Del.

Even though I’ve traveled back in time with memories of the future, I’m not the one who reversed time, and it was probably someone else.

Nevertheless, under the circumstances, it was the right answer to say yes.

Only then would his attention shift to me instead of the fallen professors.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Ha, as expected, you never cease to intrigue me!

When I first met you, I thought you were just a skirt-waving idiot, but in just two years, you’ve grown to be my equal.

I didn’t realize you could even turn back time, and this time you, the hero, have decided to take on the full burden of a saint?”

“You’re barely old enough to be that surprised.”

As if to say that I still had the upper hand, I raised my left hand to give him a glimpse of the object in my hand.

“Last time, you would have flown away as soon as you regained your strength.”

As soon as I showed him the part of his body I’d ripped off his back, his face contorted in displeasure.

“This time, you’ll have to call a carriage to escape.”

“…You ugly little thing.”

I didn’t think that I would be able to stab it in its weakness with my first attack.

He was arguably the strongest opponent I’d ever faced in my previous life, even to the point of death.

It was also my default assumption that it would not be a foe that could be defeated by surprise.

Instead, by ripping off a relatively easy-to-reach wing, I’ve set the stage for a definitive battle with no escape.

Now, at least until one of us fell, we would have to fight to the death.

No longer would it be a case of him recovering his strength and flying through the Academy.

“It’s impossible for even you to fly with only one wing, right?”

“Do you think you did any damage by only tearing off one of my wings?”

“Well, maybe not. But at least I won’t have to watch your backside as you scurry away like last time.”

“I wasn’t really thinking of running away in the first place, but your cheeky demeanor just reinforced that idea.”

The Demon King extended his right hand and held it in front of him, and the dark energy that was scattered in the air swirled and gathered in his palm.

The dark energy gathered in his hand in the form of a black sphere, and then it began to take shape, forming into a giant blade.

When the swirling waves of magic ended, he held a single, jet-black sword in his hand.

“You’re the first one who doesn’t freak out at the sight of a sword made purely of dark magic.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ve seen such remnants countless times since I was a child, so I’m used to it.”

“Spare me your foolish bluster. There is no other being besides me that can shape-shift dark magic.”

I’m sorry, but Ariana’s been using creation magic since she was twelve, and I’ve witnessed at least triple digits of her creation magic since I was a child.

I can’t help but feel that it looks more like he copied Ariana’s magic.

“Your arrogance led me to use this sword in the first place. If you wish to blame, blame your own snout.”

It was a weapon forged by the Demon Lord Azazel, and if I may say so, it was called the Drakhnien’s Blade.

I have never seen it in battle in my previous life, but I am familiar with its form and features.

It is said to be a sword of darkness, wielded only by those who wield pure dark magic.

A single wound from it will cause the surrounding tissue to necrotize, leaving a scar that will never fade.

“I’m rather grateful that you’re willing to fight me fair and square.”

With a single sneer directed at me, Azazel slammed the sword he was holding into the ground.

The dark energy absorbed by the ground centered on the Drakhnien’s blade instantly turned the surrounding ground black.

“Fair and square?”

Dozens of infernal creatures began to crawl out of the black shadows that covered the ground in a tangled mass.

In an instant, an elite army of demons stood between me and the Demon Lord.

“You still live in a dream.”

The creature finished with one final gesture, parting the space with his hand to distract the demons before pointing a finger at me.

At Azazel’s command, the demons emerged from the ground and simultaneously began to lunge at me.

I resumed my stance with my holy sword in full force. I began to cut down the demons that stood in my way, a few at a time.

“…….”

I didn’t bother calling him a cowardly bastard, as it would have seemed like a nice compliment to him.

The wisest course of action would have been to keep quiet and continue to reduce the number of demons in front of me.

The problem was, I didn’t know how far I would have to cut before this army of demons would end.

“……haa.”

About twenty demons later, I spit out the sigh I’d been holding in.

I’ve slain hundreds of them without stopping, though I’ve only ever done so against normal demons like goblins and orcs.

With the infernal beasts, each one stronger than the last, it was hard enough to deal with several at once.

Moreover, each subsequent demon seemed to be strangely stronger than the last.

“Grrrrrr!”

By the time I faced the thirtieth demon, the corpse giant Urzl, I was physically starting to lose focus.

“Grrrrrr!!!”

“…Ugh!”

My body rolled across the floor as I dodged his fist, which moved swiftly despite his size.

“Oh, you shouldn’t be so vulnerable.”

Azazel, who had been watching leisurely as if he had been waiting for this moment, began gathering dark magic in his hands as soon as he saw my stance collapse.

“…Damn!”

By the time I regained my senses and tried to dodge the attack, the finished magic bomb was already in his hand.

I steadied myself and stood up but his attack was already right in front of my body.

“This is going to hurt a lot.”

I didn’t have enough time to put up a barrier, and it was too close to move my body to dodge.

I instinctively realized that the injury was inevitable and waited for the impact.

“…Huh?”

A familiar black wall suddenly appeared in front of me, absorbing Azazel’s incoming magic bullets.

It couldn’t have been his magic, since it blocked the attack coming at me.

My gaze naturally shifted to another dark magic authority.

“I didn’t realize it was so easy to use magic in an environment filled with dark magic.”

Come to think of it, an environment filled with dark magic meant that it was a good place for Ariana to utilize her magic to her heart’s content.

It was a good enough reason for her to join the battle.

“I tried it once, and it definitely seems to use a lot less magic than what I normally use, since the dark magic enters my body just by breathing.”

“…Hmph. I didn’t realize there was someone else who used dark magic.”

“I heard you have a lot of magic, why don’t you share it with me?”

With Ariana’s last words, the battle began to enter a new phase.