My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 2 ]

Chapter 154: Memory

༺ Memory ༻

Walter Gares, the Senior Professor and the Dean of the Theology School, was a well-known eccentric in Elfante.

Sometimes, people would find him dancing half-naked while drinking hard liquor straight from its bottle on top of Gregory hall. At other times, they'd see him jumping off a height of hundreds of meters, trying to test the limits of Divine Power. You'd also find him singing hymns boisterously at the most random of times.

Of course, there were times when he did all of these at once.

Actually, I didn't need to bring such examples. Any sane person who had encountered him for more than three seconds would agree that you couldn't associate him with the word normal at all.

"The Vortex of Fate, the Call of Stars, and the Primordial Curse borne by the Black Flame Dragon sleeping in my right arm have guided our meeting to this place."

"..."

[...What is he babbling about?]

'He said he's pleased to meet me.'

'This is his normal greeting.'

[...What is he? A crazy bastard]

'...Yes, yes he is.'

[...]

Beneath that silence, I could hear him asking if I was kidding or not, but I wasn't joking when I said that.

This person was legitimately a comprehensive gift set of mental illnesses.

To put it simply, in his brain, the part that was in charge of his 'rationality', and the part that made his body do eccentric activities, the 'crazy bastard' part, was functioning separately, but at the same time.

Thanks to that, while there was some semblance of rationality in his speech and behavior, for the most part, they'd look like something that came out of an uncontrollable lunatic.

[...Why is he even a professor? He should stay in the hospital.]

'Well, because aside from his odd behavior, you can still communicate normally with him, and most importantly...'

[Yeah?]

'His skills are the real deal.'

In other words, despite being riddled with such various handicaps, he was still skilled enough to become the Senior Professor in Elfante's Theology School.

And that was why there were things that I could only ask him to do.

In terms of 'Sanctification Work', processing items using Divine Power, no one was more skilled than him, even when the Saintess was included in the calculation.

"...I've come to retrieve the item I entrusted to you, Dean Walter."

When I said that, Walter exaggeratedly strutted to his desk.

His movements were theatrical, if I didn't know any better, I'd believe it if you were to tell me that he was the protagonist of some theatrical play.

"Behold the masterpiece, born from the primal desire and instinct of a certain being. Capable of mesmerizing its surroundings just by its exist—"

"The work went smoother than expected, you said? I just asked for a simple Sanctification Work, though."

"In a world filled with despair, the fragile yet resilient existence that can withstand with just a sliver of hope is huma-"

"Huh? You managed to preserve its original nature while enhancing it? That's really impressive."

'See?'