My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 108
“I’ve almost got it, but I can’t afford to get caught in the demonic poison, so you need to kill it.”
Fathom paused while grabbing his sword and looked at her with suspicion.
“Is it going to curse me if I kill it? Is that why you want me to do it instead of you?”
How much of a monstrous villain does he think she was?
“Stop talking nonsense and get out here quickly. Sefer has it bound with a binding spell.”
With a doubtful expression, Fathom followed her out of the tent. She reassured Tobias Sefer, who was waiting with an anxious look.
“Leroy and I will take this intruder to the professor, so just keep watch.”
“Okay.”
She couldn’t kill the devilkin in front of Tobias Sefer. She would pretend to take it to the professor, but would instead lead them somewhere out of Tobias’s line of sight to deal with it. It seemed that Fathom understood her as he nodded slightly.
When they arrived at a secluded spot where no other students could see, the binding spell on the devilkin was released. However, it was already in a dying state, unable to put up any significant resistance.
Watching the black liquid ooze out, Fathom muttered seriously.
“I can’t believe it’s actually a devilkin.”
“What do you mean ‘actually’?”
“I just thought that maybe, as an excuse for being a devilkin, you would get rid of someone you won’t like…”
He trailed off, realizing too late how inappropriate that sounded. Regina reminded herself that she was the one asking for help and held back her irritation.
“Just kill it already.”
“But why can’t you get caught in the demonic poison? There are priests everywhere, so you should be able to receive purification in time.”
Fathom asked, looking utterly confused. After all, the priests’ purification spells could resolve this issue.
“I’ll make sure you get purification from the priest, so just handle it.”
It was courteous to ensure that the devilkin wouldn’t feel unnecessary pain.
At her urging, Fathom reluctantly raised his sword and thrust it into the devilkin’s chest. The devilkin’s movements, which had been twitching, gradually ceased until it finally fell completely still.
Regina stood beside him, ready to confirm that it would dissipate into black smoke.
At that moment, the devilkin’s hand suddenly grabbed her ankle. Coincidentally, it was the same spot where Valen had touched her to heal her wound earlier.
A surge of intense, inexplicable revulsion welled up within her, prompting her to use more strength than necessary to shake off the devilkin’s grasp. The hand, now limp, fell to the ground, and the devilkin’s body dissipated into black smoke.
In the unsettling silence, an ominous feeling enveloped her.
‘Could it be…?’
Did she kill it? Does her last effective strike count as the one that delivered the final blow?
Despite telling herself that it was absurd, she couldn’t shake off the thought that the devilkin had reached out to grab her ankle while it was dying. If it had listened to their earlier conversation and, knowing that there was a reason she shouldn’t be caught in the devilkin’s poison, extended its hand to harm her…
“Fathom Leroy. By whose hand did the devilkin die?”
“You told me to do it, so I did.”
Fathom frowned, as if questioning why she was asking such an obvious question.
“Right? Right.”
She nodded and continued walking.
She explained the situation to the priest, and Fathom received the purification ritual. Given that the temple would be a central hub during the impending war with the demon realm, the priests seemed to have received a heads-up from the imperial family long ago.
“So you’re the one, Regina Heather, who can sense the devilkins.”
The priest even knew her name perfectly.
“There will be good news soon.”
“Good… news?”
“His Eminence has prepared a suitable position for you, Regina Heather.”
Faced with the priest’s gentle smile, Regina was engulfed in an uncomfortable feeling. Has she ever had anything good come from her connections with the temple in her past life? To her recollection, there had been none.
On the way back to the campsite, Fathom opened his mouth.
“Are you perhaps going to become a saint…uweck.”
He abruptly stopped mid-sentence, seemingly nauseated. Regina also felt uneasy at the mention of the word ‘saint,’ but Fathom’s intense reaction made her fingers itch.
Couldn’t she just hit him once, regardless of his immunity? As she wrestled with that internal conflict, a familiar pain washed over her. She didn’t want to believe it, but it was the same symptom she had experienced when she was infected with the demonic poison.
She halted her steps, sweating profusely as thoughts raced through her mind. To resolve this…
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
Regina stared blankly at Fathom as he approached with a puzzled expression.
‘Maybe… just let it end here.’
Perhaps this life was meant to be the end for her.
“Are you hurt? Why all of a sudden…?”
“Never mind, just go ahead. I’ll catch up later.”
“Wait, hey! Regina Heather!”
Ignoring Fathom’s calls, she stumbled off in the direction where no one was around. Fortunately, he didn’t follow her. After ensuring she was well out of sight, she collapsed against a large tree, breathing heavily.
Leaning against the trunk, she fidgeted with the lace choker that Lennon had given her.
Although Valen and Darien were physically closer since they were also at the training camp, getting involved with them would only tie them back into this life again. That was something she wanted to avoid.
In the end, the only choices left for her were Bliss and Lennon, who she already slept with. Since there was no way to inform Bliss of this situation, that left her with Lennon.
‘This is how we can communicate.’
She knew how to use it. But even if she tried to reach out now, would Lennon really be able to come in time? Even if he hurried to fetch a wizard at this late hour…
‘Maybe I should have just grabbed Fathom and dealt with it then.’
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