But—

“That book! Attack that book!”

As the monster’s flesh was torn open, the grotesque holy scripture was revealed to everyone. Vera, as if she had just discovered something, excitedly gave the command.

For a monster created by the power of an Evil God, no matter how strong its regeneration was, as long as the source of its corruption was destroyed, it would inevitably be destroyed.

This was the perfect opportunity.

The now-calm students did not disappoint her. Countless brilliant spells were cast at once, raining down on the massive monster as if they were free.

But after a brief moment of excitement, as the disturbed air and the glow of the magic dissipated, Vera felt her body grow cold.

It was no use.

Even with over a hundred mages present, even with over a hundred spells being cast at once, the holy scripture was still too small a target compared to the monster’s huge body.

And it wasn’t just small. If it were just small, under the overwhelming magical bombardment, it would have been hit sooner or later. But the holy scripture seemed to have a mind of its own, constantly moving within the monster’s massive flesh, dodging the magical attacks.

“Something’s not right. Something is very wrong.”

Although it seemed like they had the monster cornered, Vera felt a sense of unease that made her body tremble.

It was her intuition.

And her intuition was always very accurate.

Something bad was about to happen. Or perhaps… it had already happened.

“We can’t drag this on!”

Vera slammed her hand on the railing of the high platform in front of her and, gritting her teeth, she asked the warriors who had already retreated, “Is there anyone with enough strength left to charge in and destroy that holy scripture? I’ll arrange for magical cover.”

The moment she finished speaking, she was met with dozens of stares that seemed to say, “Are you an idiot?”

Charge in?

Look at that monster! It’s so scary!

You want us to charge in?

To our deaths?

And even with magical cover, who knew what would happen if they charged into that mass of flesh? What if they were also corrupted by the Evil God and turned into muscular guys who could only like men?

“This… sigh.”

Vera clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Of course she knew what they were worried about, but someone had to do it. If she weren’t a pure mage, she probably would have charged in herself by now.

Unfortunately, she was not a warrior, nor did she have the right to force others to their deaths.

So at a time like this, she felt extremely powerless.

If only the President were here.

If the President were here, she probably would have already taken care of this monster!

“Get me up! I can still fight!”

Just as Vera’s thoughts were about to drift away, she suddenly heard someone shout. Hope bloomed in her eyes, like seeing a bright light in a deep darkness.

—And then she looked up and saw Ariel, wrapped up like a mummy on a stretcher.

She was struggling non-stop, her expression fierce. Even though her hands were so heavily bandaged that she couldn’t even hold a sword, she looked as if she were about to get up and fight the monster for another three hundred rounds.

“No, Ariel!”

Lilia was kneeling beside her, desperately holding her down, tears in her eyes. “You’re already badly injured! You can’t go!”

“No!” Ariel’s face was full of grief and indignation. “That beauty is gone! She might still be in there! I have to go and save her!”

“She probably just retreated with the other squads! You don’t have to worry, Ariel!”

“Even so, I have to go and kill that bald guy! I’m going to chop him into a thousand pieces! I’m going to burn him to ashes and then scatter his ashes to the wind! That bastard! He dared to call my chest flat!” Ariel’s eyes were spouting flames of rage. “Am I flat? Lilia, tell me, am I flat? If I squeeze a little, there’s something there, right? It’s at least a B-cup, right? How dare he say that with a straight face?”

“…”

“Hey, Lilia, say something!”

“…”

Vera silently looked away.

Of course she couldn’t let Ariel Bourgard go up there at a time like this. Not only because of her injuries, but also because anyone with eyes could see that she was the number one hero of this hostage rescue operation.

She was the first to charge up to the roof, the first to engage the enemy’s leader, and the one who had pushed the enemy’s leader into a corner. By the time the student council elites had charged up to the roof, more than half of the muscular men had already been taken care of, and the so-called High Priest was also heavily injured.

She was far too strong for a second-year.

If that High Priest hadn’t suddenly had a second transformation, the incident would probably have been over by now.

Although the hostage had disappeared somewhere.

But now was not the time to think about that.

“Is my ability still not enough?”

That ominous feeling was becoming more and more real.

A malice from an unknown source was licking at her body, making her so nauseous she almost wanted to throw up.

“If only a hero would descend from the heavens.”

With no other options, Vera once again began to let her thoughts wander. Just like in the novels and stories she had read, in the moment of everyone’s despair, a handsome hero would descend from the heavens, and then…

“—All eyes on me—”

That’s right. Just like that handsome guy who had just jumped from the dormitory building.

Huh?

A handsome guy?

Where did a handsome guy come from?

Vera looked up in surprise.

Swoosh—

At that moment, the first-year students who had been acting as lighting technicians because they couldn’t help in the fight, also very professionally moved their searchlights, like spotlights, to focus on the figure that had just leaped down.

“I’m about to show off!”

With a shout that was incredibly clear in the quiet of the night, the conspicuous figure in the spotlight, from the top of the high-rise building, plummeted down.

Toward the hideous monster.

Just at that moment, a spell pierced through the monster’s flesh, revealing the holy scripture that had just moved.

Nowhere to run!

Ewan laughed, and plunged the horse-chopping saber in his hand into the holy scripture.

The monster roared madly, then wailed. Its countless bodies twisted fiercely, but it could not stop the arrival of death.

In that instant.

The cold wind whistled, blowing the man’s golden hair that was like the morning sun. His handsome face was smiling, and the light cast a dazzling halo on him. And the smooth yet explosive lines of his muscles were reminiscent of the masterpieces of the great masters, preserved in the imperial museum, absolutely perfect.

“So handsome.”

Many of the young girls, who were just beginning to feel the stirrings of love, were captivated by the golden-haired man’s extraordinary handsomeness and couldn’t help but let out small gasps of surprise.

Even Vera was momentarily lost in a daze, wondering if this was the hero who had descended from the heavens.

…

But in the brief silence that was caused by everyone’s gaze being drawn to this man, a certain first-year girl suddenly asked a question, as innocent as a child’s.

In the dark of the night, so clearly.

“But—”

“Why isn’t he wearing any clothes?”