Chapter 100: Sepia Rivayden 10
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 100: Sepia Rivayden 10
Watching Loki walk toward Darun, Sepia recalled the scene from just moments ago.
“Sepia.”
“Ugh.”
Her face flushed hot just thinking about it.
It was all because Loki had suddenly dropped his formalities. His voice had always been pleasant, but hearing him speak so differently—in that low, casual tone—had caught her completely off guard.
“Idiot.”
The word slipped out as Sepia pouted involuntarily.
He had called her name in that voice and approached her in silence. She had been so startled that she’d stepped back, only barely managing to steady herself.
“A real idiot.”
When he reached for her face after closing the distance between them, she had naturally assumed that was going to happen. She’d even closed her eyes, bracing herself.
When she felt his hand touch her face...
She was certain he would cup her cheek or tilt her chin. But he didn't.
‘If all he wanted was to wipe away my tears, he didn't have to set the mood like that!’
And then he’d had the nerve to chuckle at her. Anyone watching would have thought she was the only one getting her hopes up.
‘No, wait—hopes? Me? No way. Honestly, anyone in that situation would have made the same mistake.’
She tried to fan her burning face with her hands, but it did little to cool her down.
When she glared at him out of embarrassment and frustration, Loki didn't say a word; he simply placed a hand on her head. It annoyed her how he acted as if a simple pat on the head could solve everything.
At first, she wanted to brush his hand away, but her arms wouldn't move. She usually hated it when people touched her head, but for some reason, Loki’s touch wasn't so bad.
In fact, it was actually...
“What am I thinking? Get a grip.”
Sepia slapped her cheeks with both hands, denying the thoughts that had just surfaced.
‘It’s only because he’s right in front of me that I keep thinking about him.’
Concluding that Loki was only occupying her mind because he was in her line of sight, Sepia closed her eyes to shut him out.
“So, you won't have any complaints if I take care of this revenge, right?”
But closing her eyes only made the memory more vivid. Loki’s voice, his gestures, his way of speaking—everything.
In all her life, she had never once considered it. The idea of someone else taking revenge for her.
She had lived her entire life thinking only of avenging her village and her parents. She believed she was the only one who could do it. Even when Darun insulted her, she told herself to ignore it because the village’s revenge came first. She had only ever thought of the village; she had never thought of herself.
But.
When it actually happened.
The thought of someone getting angry, feeling indignant, and taking action solely for her sake...
It made her chest tingle, and her tongue felt paralyzed. She had missed the timing to reply, and because she didn't want him to see her flushed face, she had simply nodded.
* * *
While Sepia stood there with her eyes closed and her face red, Loki arrived in front of Darun.
Darun, who had been groveling and begging just moments ago, seemed to realize Loki wasn't going to show mercy. He was now trying to crawl away like a worm. However, he was so slow that he hadn't made it very far.
Loki stepped firmly on the small of Darun’s back.
“Aaaagh!!”
Darun screamed and twisted his head to look back at Loki. He began to tremble violently.
Loki assumed it was because of what he had said earlier, but he was only half right.
Loki believed he lacked the special talents possessed by the other Special Class students, but he was mistaken.
Killing intent.
Loki had a genius-level talent for wielding killing intent. That talent rivaled Sepia’s talent for Spirit Arts or Clara’s aptitude for magic.
As proof, Darun had already been completely consumed by the killing intent Loki was radiating. Furthermore, Loki was subconsciously controlling it so precisely that Sepia couldn't feel a single drop of the malice he was emitting.
“This is enough, isn't it?! What did I even do that was so wrong?!”
“...”
Loki said nothing. He simply raised his cane high.
The action Loki was about to take against Darun was the most primitive, simple, and effective method known to man.
Violence.
Pure, simple violence.
Loki brought the cane down, slamming it directly into Darun’s face.
— CRACK!
“Aaaagh!”
Once.
— THUD!
“H-huuugh!”
Twice.
— BAM!
“Uwaaaaaah.”
Three times.
Four times.
...
Seven times.
...
...
Fifteen times.
Loki did not stop. He continued to hammer his cane into Darun’s face.
With his arms and legs bound, Darun could neither block nor dodge. Even turning his head was impossible, as Loki’s foot was pinned firmly on his neck.
“What is... cough!... the meaning of this?!”
— CRACK!
“You think you’ll get away with... Aaaagh!!”
— CRUNCH!
“Please, just my life... Aaaargh!”
— THWACK!
Darun, who had been bewildered and then vitriolic, was now back to begging. No matter how much he pleaded, Loki’s hand did not stop, and the cane continued to strike his face.
As time passed, the pool of blood on the ground grew larger.
As time passed, the number of teeth scattered on the floor increased.
Regardless of what Darun said, regardless of his face becoming a bloody pulp, and regardless of the foam bubbling at his mouth, Loki continued. Like a machine, he raised the cane and brought it down on Darun’s face.
It was a sight that would make anyone’s skin crawl.
“...”
Eventually, Darun couldn't even scream. He had lost consciousness.
When Loki had dealt with Darun’s subordinates earlier, he had stopped hitting them once they fainted. But this time...
— CRUNCH!
He didn't stop. He kept striking Darun’s face.
— CRUNCH! BAM! CRUNCH! BAM! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Just as Loki raised his cane to strike once more...
— Grab.
Sepia grabbed Loki’s raised arm with both hands.
“Stop! That’s enough! You’re going to kill him!”
She didn't particularly care if Darun lived or died, but it was different if Loki was the one doing the killing. No matter how horrible Darun’s words had been, murder was another matter entirely. Sepia couldn't bear to see that happen.
Loki stopped his hand, but he didn't lower the cane, nor did he remove his foot from Darun’s neck.
“...”
“You can stop now. Please? This is more than enough.”
Sepia swallowed hard, waiting for Loki’s response. If Loki refused to stop, she wasn't sure she could actually hold him back.
“...Hmm. If Miss Sepia insists, I suppose I have no choice.”
“Phew...”
Only after Loki stowed his cane back into his Pocket Dimension did Sepia let out a sigh of relief.
“Miss Sepia, could you please step outside the fog first?”
“Why? Aren't you coming?” Sepia asked, her voice laced with anxiety.
Surely he wasn't still planning to kill him? Looking at Darun’s current state, she almost felt that death would be a mercy, but he couldn't be allowed to die.
“I still have some business to attend to. It’ll be over in ten, maybe twenty minutes.”
“...Alright. But you have to come out quickly, okay?”
Because she trusted Loki, Sepia left those words behind and walked out of the fog.
Loki waved at her, but as soon as she was gone, his hand dropped.
“You remember what I said at the very end, right?”
“...”
Darun was unconscious, so he couldn't hear Loki’s words, let alone answer.
“I still have so much to say, but it seems you aren't in the mood for a chat.”
“I suppose it can't be helped,” Loki muttered as he pulled a container of water from his Pocket Dimension and splashed it over Darun.
“Gasp! Cough!”
Darun coughed violently, having inhaled too much water through his nose and mouth. The fluid he spat out was a mixture of water and blood.
“I told you earlier, didn't I? That you’d be raped by men.”
“Uuuh... uuu...”
Darun’s teeth were all gone, so his speech sounded like a baby’s babbling. It was impossible to understand his words, but his pale, terrified expression made his feelings perfectly clear.
Loki took a potion from his Pocket Dimension and poured it over Darun’s face. It was the same potion he had used on Rophri—one that boasted incredible healing speed.
However, the pain felt during the healing process was proportional to the severity of the wounds being mended.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!”
Loki covered his ears with both hands and waited for Darun’s screaming to stop. Once silence returned, he spoke.
“I’ll even use familiar faces just for you. Be grateful for my consideration and enjoy yourself to your heart’s content.”
Using illusion magic, Loki manifested a group of naked men.
* * *
Outside the fog.
Sepia paced back and forth anxiously, waiting for Loki.
Twenty minutes after she had exited, the fog finally began to dissipate. A figure walked out of the mist with a relaxed gait.
“Whew~! Miss Sepia! That was a truly exhausting time!”
The serious demeanor from before was gone, replaced by his usual flippant attitude and tone.
“Your way of speaking... it’s back to normal?”
“Whatever do you mean? I have spoken this way since the very moment I graced this world with my presence!”
“Sigh... fine, whatever. What on earth were you doing in there that was so exhausting?”
“Ugh! You’re making me imagine it again, Miss Sepia! I don't even want to talk about it!”
Loki shuddered as if the mere thought gave him the creeps.
Sepia looked past him at Darun, who was staring blankly at the sky while still bound by the threads. His face was covered in blood, but all his wounds had vanished.
One of Darun’s subordinates, who seemed to have regained consciousness, glared at Loki and shouted.
“You bastard! What did you do to Lord Darun?!”
“I wonder? If you’re that curious, why don't you go see for yourself?”
Loki approached the bound man and kindly unraveled the threads. The man gave Loki one last glare before hauling his large frame toward Darun.
“By the way, I borrowed your faces for a bit~!”
The man didn't understand what Loki meant and simply rushed to Darun’s side.
“Lord Darun, are you alright?! It’s me! Heavens, how is there so much blood...”
The man reached out to wipe the blood from Darun’s face. The moment his hand touched him, Darun turned pale and began to shake uncontrollably.
“Hieee! Please, no more! That place isn't meant for that...!”
“Lord Darun, it’s me! It’s me!!”
Regardless of what the man said, Darun continued to tremble and mutter incoherently before passing out again.
“You... what the hell did you do to Lord Darun?!”
Concluding that Loki had done something unspeakable, the man charged at him with murderous intent. However, he never reached his target.
“Stop.”
With a voice as cold as ice, the man’s arms and legs were instantly frozen solid.
“My, my! Your timing is impeccable as always.”
Loki looked toward the source of the voice. There, led by Joden, the Student Council was marching toward them.