My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Fey didn't understand why the author was behaving so strangely. Even when he was speaking, it was clear that he wasn't talking to him. Then who was he talking to?

Confused, he turned around.

The moment he looked back, he saw a figure flash before his eyes. A sword came thrusting straight for his chest, held firmly by Eren.

Fey was shocked to find Eren still able to move. He didn't understand how it was possible. How could Eren still move when time stopped for everyone except him?

Fey's expression darkened as he considered two possibilities. Either Eren had an ability that allowed him to stay free of time's constraints, or the Transmigrators were unaffected by these restrictions.

"No wonder you asked me to summon him. I was truly fooled for a moment. If I wasn't prepared, I would have been killed." Fey glared at Eren, whose sword struck his chest.

A previously invisible robe became visible as the sword made contact.

The sword couldn't even scratch Fey's flesh, as he was protected by the robe. Instead, Eren's treasured sword shattered into thousands of small pieces upon impact.

The sword fragments flew everywhere in front of Eren. The powerful backlash sent Eren flying back, crashing into the body of one of the family heads. The force was strong enough to send both of them hurtling towards the distant wall.

"Did you really think that you could kill me if I was distracted?" Fey looked down on Eren, who was coming out of the rubble, mocking stone pieces aside.

Even though he had been buried under the broken rubble from the broken wall, there was no external injury on his body. The only injury that he experienced was internal, which came from the backlash.

"Identification," he softly mumbled while patting his clothes to clean the dust.

The moment he saw the description of the robe that had reflected his attack, Eren grew quite surprised. It was an artifact that was similar to his pendant of protection.

Just like his pendant of protection, the robe could also protect its owner three times from life threatening attacks. The only difference was that the robe could also counter the attack with the same force if not more.

Eren hadn't attacked with all his might previously. Now that he looked at the description of the robe, he was glad that he didn't.

If he had given his all to that attack, the counter would have been even more dangerous for him. It wasn't just an internal injury that he would have received.

Still, now that he knew what kind of artifact it was, he was more relaxed. If the artifact could only protect Fey twice, then he could swiftly take him down.

"What's the hurry? This is just the beginning!" Eren flew towards Fey.

This time, he didn't call forth another sword. Even his strongest sword couldn't break through the defense of the robe after all.

To kill Fey, he had to exhaust the robe, even if he was to be injured in the process. To make sure that he wasn't hurt too badly, he used the bare minimum he could to make the robe activate.

"You think I don't know what you are planning? You want to exhaust this robe? But are you sure I will simply wait for it?" Fey turned his back on Eren, completely ignoring the attack.

He also understood that he couldn't defeat Eren if he just replied to the robe. He had to take the help of the family heads that were frozen. To free them, he had to send the author back, which could only be done after he finished asking his question.

"How many Transmigrators from earth are in this world who are still alive?" Fey asked the author, using the Question Voucher's effect. As he simply asked for a number, it was a question which could easily be answered without taking much time.

Once again, Eren was sent back flying the moment his fist touched Fey.

Meanwhile, the Author looked at the two youngsters with great interest. Both of them were trying their best to kill, but only one of them was going to see the next sunrise.

He was sure that one of them wasn't going to survive the night, and he already had an idea as to who that person was.

"There are five Transmigrators from earth who are alive in this world, including you two," The Author answered, the shackles around his body disappearing.

Now that he finished answering, his body also started disappearing as it was time for him to disappear.

Before he disappeared, he left a sentence behind. "I suppose after tonight, the number will go down by at least one."

Once again, an attack landed on Fey, unable to break through his defense. The sound of another wall crumbling down echoed throughout the palace.

The robe around Fey's body slowly disappeared as all three life saving effects had been used. Unfortunately, the time was also freed from the restrictions.

The Family Heads came to their senses, absolutely shocked to see the scenes of destruction around the hall.

"You had an opportunity, and you missed it. You can take this regret into hell with you," Fey said, tossing away the robe that had grown useless. "You can be happy that even in your death, you managed to destroy such a precious artifact."

"Still, you don't have to worry. I will make sure to send others three Transmigrators in afterlife to keep you company."

He made a light gesture, telling the Family Heads to kill Eren. He had completed the last wish of that man and learned everything he could. There was no need to keep a variable like Eren alive.

He could enslave Eren and use him to his advantage, but he knew that it was also risky. He wasn't even sure how his enslavement was going to affect a Transmigrator.

If he was fooled like before, he might actually die as he had no life saving treasures anymore. It was better to kill him than to risk his life.

"Since when did I need external help to kill you? If anything, this just became more fun." Eren wiped the blood off his lips, summoning another sword.

For the first time in a long while, he was going all out as his terrifying aura descended with him at the core.