I Became a Murderer in the Academy.

It was just a few days ago that I first encountered it.

On the day when massive crimson flames and dark magic clashed.

There, I stood with a red sword in hand, facing off against Serthia.

Half of my body was burnt, and it felt as if my insides were twisting from the mana channels within me.

The intense pain consumed me. Serthia was the first opponent I had met in this world who was stronger than I was.

My sword couldn’t penetrate her barrier, and her relentless attacks showed no mercy.

It was then, to defeat Serthia, that I decided to consume a fragment of the Demon Lord. I couldn’t win against Serthia with my own power, so I decided to borrow the Demon Lord’s strength.

The moment I swallowed the fragment, everything in the world around me froze—except for me.

I was drawn into a realm of unconsciousness, where I faced someone who was not myself.

[She’s not someone you can defeat.]

In that frozen world, someone with silver hair wrapped their arms around me from behind.

I couldn’t turn around or move my body, so I couldn’t see their face.@@novelbin@@

But instinctively, I knew who she was.

It must be the Demon Lord Serthia had spoken of.

[That woman was the strongest of her generation.]

[In terms of individual strength, yes, she was even stronger than the Hero.]

The Demon Lord’s seductive voice echoed in my ear as she pressed herself closer against me.

“...”