Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 137

[ 137. Come, spring (2) ]

#137

At least three herbaceous plants were inscribed overlapping each other. I’ve only seen it a few times, but I’ll never forget it. It was the swordsmanship of the savior, the creator of Nebula Klagie.

‘Why is this here?’

Ronan’s eyes widened. It was impossible. He still remembered the image of his savior falling into the fire with a fatal wound.

Nonsense. After chanting that, Ronan began examining the sword more closely. Before long, his brow narrowed slightly.

‘…rough.’

The sword itself matched that of the savior, but the exposed impression was distinctly different. Shall we say that they are the same in appearance but different in their intentions? I couldn’t believe it was the same person doing it.

‘It’s not an easy thing to wield with murderous intent like this.’

There are many different types of knives. The savior he saw was clearly a man who wielded a sword with good intentions. To wield a sword only to save or protect something.

I don’t feel any murderous intent in the scars they make. Wouldn’t it be better if you felt sorry for Ben’s behavior? It was a very rare occasion, so it was vividly remembered.

However, the sword marks carved into the ice were the exact opposite. In each line, the murderous intention to kill the opponent was rising in full force. At least Zaifa’s sword was the most similar, but it wasn’t this much.

The suspect was quickly narrowed down. In the first place, only two people knew how to reproduce this swordsmanship. Ronan twitched his lips. Gray hair and sunset-colored eyes that looked exactly like him flickered in front of his eyes like afterimages.

‘…that bastard.’

The sword of the robed man who betrayed the savior was exactly like this. Ronan raised his hand and grabbed his own neck. I could still feel the cold blade cutting through my neck bone.

I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. The openly copied swordsmanship was to the point of seeming like a provocation against the savior. It was unknown what the intention was for such a sword mark, but one thing was certain.

‘I didn’t cut it on purpose.’

The sword scar was only narrow in width, but it dug very deep. If he had made up his mind, he could have shattered the pillar of ice and pulled out the witch.

‘What do you want?’

Additional questions reared their heads one after another. But that wasn’t what mattered right now. It was the moment when Ronan was about to raise his sword again. A strong energy surged from behind, making my body tingle.

“…what?”

It was as if the hairs on his neck were being pulled out at once. Ronan slowly turned his head. Only black darkness lurked in the empty hallway.

However, it seemed that he was not the only one who felt the energy. The murmur of people was getting louder.

“What was the bar just about?”

“Damn, isn’t the feminist released?”

Some even dropped objects they were holding. Asher and Elizabeth were staring at the gate, completely white. Black-purple mana formed on Elizabeth’s right hand and was swaying. Very nervous, she lowered her voice.

“…Assel. I felt it.”

“Ughhh.”

Asher answered in a trembling voice. His gaze also lingered on the other side of the hallway. Just then, the sound of the door opening echoed in the distance. Koo-Goo-Gung… An interrogator wearing a bird’s beak mask hurriedly came running.

“Heo-eok…Kakakaraka! You’re here… Heck, it’s Itargand!”

The interrogator, who reached the front of the group in an instant, gasped. Karaka nodded in interest.

“Oh, you came earlier than expected. Do you have any companions?”

“He came alone… He said he didn’t need any help…”

“That’s fortunate.”

Karaka nodded. Clearing his throat, he turned to the crowd and said.

“I think everyone should prepare to set an example. Itargand, the flowing fire, came.”

“Itargand? Was that today?”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. The crowd’s faces hardened instantly. Ronan tilted his head.

“Who is Itargandh in this mess?”

“This is Navardoze-nim’s clan. You were dispatched from Adren to put an end to this situation. This is surprising. I thought you had come today to see Itargand-sama.”

“I’m going to sleep for a long time in the winter. By the way, the clan of Navardoze is said to be a dragon…”

Suddenly, the huge ship I saw on the pier flashed through my mind. I wondered what kind of brave fellow was going to board a ship comparable to the emperor’s flagship, but it seemed that the itar-something dragon was on board.

‘It’s a dragon I’ve never heard of in my previous life.’

Ronan touched his chin at the unfamiliar name. Come to think of it, it seemed that Schlieffen had been talking about some kind of deal between the emperor and Navardoze. It was around the time that the people’s murmur grew louder again. A roar erupted from the other side of the hallway where the gate was.

-Quaaaaaang!

Everyone present turned their heads at the same time. Ronan, who bit his tongue while yawning, spat out a curse.

“What the fuck?”

A bright light was seeping in. The heavy door creaked wide open. The interrogator who ran earlier shouted in astonishment.

“You Itargand!”

A young man was looking this way with his hands in his pockets. He was a handsome man with a neutral feel. Her blonde hair, which fell to her shoulders, was flowing.

His physique was average, but his clothes were very fancy. Over the epauletted uniform was a coat made entirely of lion skin. A cool breeze from the pillars of ice fluttered the coat without the arms tucked in.

Even in the cold, the ice spirit would curse at him, the young man remained calm. Ronan instinctively knew he was Itargand. The momentum to overwhelm the crowd just by being there was something that could not be learned from anywhere.

‘He’s still young.’

However, Itargand had a hint of youthfulness. I couldn’t be sure because I couldn’t see his real face properly, but it seemed that his horns hadn’t grown properly yet.

Of course, since it was a red dragon, it was needless to say that it was strong, but it was clear that Navardoze was making fun of either the witch apocalypse or the emperor this winter. Itargandh, who looked over Zooteca, spat out a word in displeasure.

“I would have asked you to vacate your seat.”

Ronan narrowed his eyes at the voice that echoed through the space. In his dry voice, the dragon’s characteristic arrogant and high-handed attitude was excessively buried. The interrogator answered in a trembling voice.

“That came sooner than expected…Give me a little time and I’ll get it sorted out soon!”

“done. Get out of the way.”

Itargand removed his hand from his pocket. Glancing at the crowd, he slightly bent his index finger upward. Ugh! The bodies of the hesitant people rose into the air.

“My body…!”

“What kind of bullshit is this again?”

Ronan frowned. An invisible hand was holding him.

However, it was not as kind as Asher’s Invisible Hand. Like a child grabbing a frog excitedly, his power control was insensitive. Those caught complained of pain.

“Ouch!”

“Ah, it hurts…!”

Among them were Asher and Elizabeth. Ronan’s face suddenly crumpled.

“Such a rat-tight lizard.”

Ronan broke his bondage with a single turn of the sword. At the same time, he fired his sword at two people.

Awesome! Two small sword blades cut the telekinesis that bound them. Ronan leaped high. He wrapped his arms around the waists of the falling Asher and Elisabeth and grabbed them.

“Huh?!”

“Ronan-sama…!”

Both of them’ eyes widened. It was the moment Ronan lightly landed on the floor. Itargandh pushed his index finger aside as if turning a page. Courage! The people who had flown helplessly collapsed into a corner of the hallway.

“Quaaaaagh!”

“Get out of the way!”

People piled on top of each other like compost piles and struggled, crushing each other. Unluckily, the people with their skin attached to the floor let out a desperate scream.

“Ahhh! Get rid of them!”

Regardless, there was no change in Itargand’s expression. After confirming that the witch’s surroundings were tidy, he moved on. It was a car that took exactly five steps.

“hey.”

Something was blocking his way. Itargand slowly raised his head. Ronan, who met his gaze, growled lowly.

“Don’t you think it’s okay to act like a dragon if it’s a dragon?”

“…what are you?”

“I don’t know, apologize to those kids right now.”

Ronan raised his thumb and pointed at Asher and Elizabeth. Asher, who was so shocked that his legs gave out, stumbled. Elizabeth, who was lifting the fallen people with her telekinesis, covered her mouth with both hands.

“Lord Ronan…!”

“her.”

Karaka let out a laugh. People who had been scrambling to get up were also frozen. Itargand, who was still looking up at Ronan, opened his mouth.

“Do you know who you are talking to?”

“Okay. A Hetzling who only cares about appearances?”

“I can turn you into ashes with just a breath.”

It was a threat with many possibilities. Ronan spat on the floor as if in reply. Wow! A very light wrinkle formed between Itargand’s forehead, which had been dry all along.

“You…”

Life began to rise over Itargand’s shoulders. Ronan did not back down. I didn’t think it would turn out weird. The notion that the atmosphere in the audience was the worst was being updated in real time.

“Hehe, you two calm down.”

It wouldn’t be strange if one of them spewed fire or pulled the hilt. Then Karaka stood in the way between the two. He seemed to have a nice smile.

“This is Inquisitor Karaka. Itargand-nim, I will apologize for you…”

“Do you want to die?”

Itargandh furrowed his brows. Kwajik! At the same time, Karaka knelt down and sat down. An invisible force oppressed him. Ronan reflexively tried to draw his sword, but Karaka raised a hand to stop him.

“Karaka.”

“…Please… dispel your anger.”

Karaka spoke intermittently. A choked voice escaped from between his parted lips.

“Mother of Fire…Shouldn’t I…follow Navardoze’s…order…”

“…huh.”

Itargand, who flinched for a moment, clicked his tongue. The power that suppressed it was gone. Karaka sat down and coughed violently.

“Huh…! Gagging!”

“Damn, are you okay?”

Ronan came running. Itargand, returning expressionless, passed the two of them. Ronan, who supported Karaka, twisted his lips.

“sorry. because of me.”

“Don’t talk like that. It was very nice.”

Karaka let out a small laugh. Fortunately, he did not appear to have suffered any serious injuries. He fixed the mask that had flowed down and continued talking while looking at Ronan.

“I am serious. I never thought I’d see a human demanding an apology against a dragon…”

Ronan replied with a shy smile. He didn’t bother to add that it was worth a try. If that immature dragon even listened to it, it would be damned.

The most urgent thing now was to bring the witch out of the ice. Stopping in front of a pillar of ice, Itargand opened his mouth.

“Take care of the body.”