The Munchkin Disciple Wants To Stop Being Obsessed Over

74 – Performance Evaluation (Complete)

Randel was lost in her thoughts, looking at the energetic freshman who was dodging both her swordsmanship and magic by an inch.

‘It’s hard to believe…’

No matter how senior she was, it was true that she tried to keep her hands off the freshman since she was still a freshman.

However, her attack on Camel just moments ago was a blow that was close to her full power.

However, as if showing off, Camel dodged her own blow by a narrow margin.

‘I’m a freshman playing with this Randel…’

Although she did not show it, Randel, who had won the top prize in the combat department for all three years with overwhelming skills, was deeply shocked on the inside.

It was worth it. It wasn’t enough for Kamel to throw away all of Randel’s blows, and she hadn’t swung her sword even once since her first attack, as if she wanted to play games.

‘It’s as if she doesn’t want to show me her sword skills.’

Aside from her astonishment, Randel’s thoughts were spinning violently.

‘This bastard knows about me.’

Randel concluded that.

She

Judging from the fact that she brought up the story of terrorism, she knows that she is on the ‘wings of freedom.’

She also deliberately hides her sword skills, so it seems that she is even aware of her abilities.

‘How do you know?’

Randel was lost in her worries.

There are only five people in ‘Wings of Liberty’ who know her true identity.

But, that boy knows his identity.

This means that one of the executives of ‘Wings of Freedom’ whom he trusted leaked information to that child.

‘I feel like I want to at least interrogate him and find out from whom he heard it…’

For that, Kamel’s inaction was too overwhelming.

‘What is it…’

Randel was worried.

Should we continue the battle for a while, then admit defeat and talk straight away?

Or should I go out of my way to defeat Camel first and then have a conversation that is more like an interrogation.

After thinking for a moment, Randel came to her conclusion and began to increase her mana to her full power.

The difference between being able to show a threatening attitude in a conversation and not being able to do so is as big as heaven and earth.

****

-Quaaang!

As I dodge the fist of the huge upper-class earth spirit, a loud roar is heard in my ears.

-Chaaaaa!

As I bend down to avoid Randel’s sword flying at me, I hear the sound of the air splitting.

-Pazizik!

When I jump with my feet spurred, I see electric current bouncing on the floor.

‘Look at the connection.’

I dodged all of Randel’s attacks and thought to myself with quite a bit of admiration.

At this level, I think we can make it a more useful hand than Fran, the main character of the original work.

‘I guess it’s time to give up.’

There were two reasons why I was avoiding Randel’s attacks, the first of which was because of Randel’s abilities.

Randel has a unique eye called a memory eye.

This eye remembers everything it sees, and vividly replays those memories in the mind when the owner desires.

That was the reason I didn’t show my sword skills.

It was obvious that if Randel, who did not turn away from ‘Wings of Freedom’, remembered my swordsmanship and made it his own, a difficult situation would arise.

The second reason was to put pressure on the clever Randel.

Randel would have noticed by now.

Not only do I know my secret identity in detail, but I also know the abilities within my memories.

To put it nicely, the ‘Wings of Freedom’ is a revolutionary group, but from the empire’s point of view, it is nothing more than a bunch of traitors.

Randel is the leader of that group, and I know that.

I’m not showing it.

Randel, who is aware of this, is probably still thinking about it non-stop.

The blows that struck just moments ago seem to be part of that concern.

After defeating me, who holds his life line, with all his might, let’s interrogate him. Let’s decide on treatment later.

I think I came to that conclusion.

‘No problem.’

I wanted to solve all the annoying issues in one conversation today, so of course I had no intention of giving up my advantageous position.

‘Because he is a smart person.’

The reason Randel is smart is because he at least knows how to distinguish between people who should be killed and people who should not be touched.

I wanted it to be the latter to have a smooth conversation with Randel. It’s so overwhelming that you don’t even dare to dare.

Has my wish finally come true?

“I lost.”

Randel showed me both his palms, indicating his intention to surrender.

After passing Randel and planting the flag on the rock, I quietly asked Randel.

“Senior, now that you’ve fought one battle, I guess another assistant will come up?”

“I guess so.”

“Then please give me some time. “I have something to show you.”

“···Will you show me?”

When I suggested this, Randel asked back with a disdainful expression.

“It’s not like that.”

I responded by shaking my head reflexively.

What on earth did you imagine to make that expression?

“I’m trying to show you how dangerous the flapping of wings without a destination can lead to.”

After saying that, I looked at Randel, and Randel’s pupils were shaking slightly.

****

The demon, Galantus the Berserk, felt that his body was finally being regenerated.

‘It felt like an eternity.’

After being struck by the damn Holy Sword, he fell asleep for a whopping 300 years.

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To be precise, the body disappeared and only thoughts remained in this place.

‘Damn humans.’

In the meantime, Galantus hated humans and suffered countless times.

How to kill humans.

Which kind of people should I kill so that other people will also shed tears of blood soaked in pain?

How much blood will you wash your body with?

What kind of place would be suitable for this?

As a result of such agony, Galantus was able to come to a very satisfactory conclusion.

‘All properly grown children are killed.’

The blood of old people is tasteless.

A child’s blood is insignificant.

However, the blood of children just before flower buds are sweet and thrilling.

Children who receive a lot of expectations and undeserved love.

If we kill those children, it would be like killing more people.

‘So, is there a place as great as this place?’

This island has been called the cradle of education since the beginning.

This was the case 300 years ago when his body disappeared, and it was clear that it would still be the case now.

So, the moment I fully open my eyes, I will head straight there to take the hearts of children and quench my thirst with their flowing blood.

‘And so is His will.’

Galantus was feeling it desperately.

The evil god, Vulginus, wants the blood of a child who will become a warrior.

‘It’s different from 300 years ago.’

Galantus, who savored the magical energy residing in his own body, was satisfied with his invincibility.

This is because the quality and quantity of the magic energy he bestowed upon him was extraordinary.

Galantus was confident that with this much magic energy, he would be able to tear a warrior limb from limb if he appeared in front of him.

“···Good.”

Has the entire body been regenerated? Galantus opened his eyes, satisfied with everything he could feel on his skin.

“Shall we go?”

So, after he immediately raised his demon energy, he tried to head to the human educational institution.

The scene Galantus encountered for the first time after being reborn was very different from what he had planned.

“Just looking at it, it’s a demon, right?”

“···I see.”

“That person knew in advance that that demon would wake up that day, and he tried to take advantage of it. Even my senior and many other people.”

“···.”

“If the plan had been carried out as is, you and those you care about would have become the devil’s army, not the revolutionary army.”

“How do you know this?”

What on earth are you talking about?

Galantus was puzzled as he looked at the child with black hair and the child with brown hair.

‘I guess you don’t even know that I have arrived.’

In that case, we should instill fear and make them the first victims.

Thinking like that, Galantus raised his demonic energy to its fullest and roared powerfully.

“Kooooo!”

As a roar filled with demonic energy rings out, the ground shakes and leaves fall.

With a strength he had never felt 300 years ago, Galantus looked at his children, his body trembling.

Has he finally noticed his presence and felt fear?

Galantus was satisfied when he saw the two children turning their heads with their expressions hardened, and frowned as hard as he could.

To give those children more overwhelming fear.

“···.”

“···.”

Galantus felt an indescribable satisfaction at the sight of the children remaining silent and frowning.

Is that why? Galantus decided to show mercy to the children who would become his first victims.

“Children who will give me their blood and hearts. “I want to show mercy, especially to you poor people, so tell me what you want.”

“What do you want?”

“Okay, I’ll listen to anything. “If you want me to kill you, I will kill you, and if you want me to covet you, I will covet you.”

Galantus was very satisfied.

This is because the words he spoke just a moment ago were words that demons of a much higher rank than him often used when taunting humans.

In this situation, all normal people respond like this.

-Please save me.

After hearing the answer, the high-ranking demon immediately drilled a hole in the human body, and Galantus admired that sight.

So it was natural.

A situation where they ask for their lives and you take their lives right away.

But the answer of the black-haired child who tilted his head made Galantus stop his foolish thinking.

“Then can you wait a moment?”

“Yeah… Huh?”

“Please wait until the conversation is over. He said he would listen to anything. “I’m sure you’re not a sloppy demon trying to break the words I just said, right?”

That’s true.

“···I understand.”

Galantus, who suddenly answered like that, tried to pretend to be relaxed and crossed his arms.

How long did I wait?

Galantus, who felt bored by the conversation that never ended even after waiting for a long time, began to check their energy.

“···!”

In the meantime, Galantus, who sensed an indescribable energy from the child with black hair, could not hold back any longer and had to open his mouth.

“Oh, no…! “You, you can’t believe it…!”

“This idiot asked me to wait a moment, but he couldn’t hold back for a moment and opened his mouth.”

-Suddenly.

Unfortunately.

That was the last memory Galantus had of waiting for 300 years.