Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 146

[ 146. Candidate ]

#146

“This is Instructor Nabi Roze’s call. He says he has something to say about the sword festival.”

“A festival of swords?”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. I’ve heard of it a few times. Did you say it was a meeting and ceremony where outstanding swordsmen from all over the continent gathered? It seemed that he had heard that somewhere in Farjan where the ceremony was held, a legendary holy sword was hidden.

Come to think of it, when I came back from Haeju, Nabi Roje once said that the sword festival was coming soon. Ronan was about to follow Schlieffen. Asher tugged at his sleeve.

“That…wait a minute.”

“ok?”

Asher was restless and pursed his lips. It was like a crazy dog. said Ronan, turning to Schlieffen.

“I’ll be going soon. Go first.”

“Come before it is too late. 1 It is an arena.”

Schlieffen exited the room. Ronan opened his mouth only after the footsteps had completely disappeared.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought I should show you this.”

Asher, who was rummaging through his arms, held out a black book. It was a Vajra of destruction of forbidden books written by a savior. Flipping through the pages in turn, he unfolded the last page. Ronan’s eyes widened.

“This is…”

“This has changed since returning from Rodolan. No, to be exact, one more sheet has been added.”

Asher shrank in fear. It was as if the ice had been sliced and made of paper. The last newly created page was all white.

A chilly air was leaking from the sheet, which was obviously made of a different material. If you look closely, you can see some small letters engraved on it. Ronan tilted his head.

“What is this written on? A frozen…field?”

“My cold magic spells and how they work. It’s written in great detail. If I think I’ve learned it to some extent, the content automatically changes to the next level…”

“What?”

“I don’t know either. Why did this happen?”

Asher stuttered and continued. He complained that the new page seemed to be trying to teach him. This strange paper was passing on the knowledge of cold magic step by step as if it were a teacher.

Among them, there were some amazing magic or information that hadn’t been revealed to the academic world yet. In fact, it was thanks to that book that Asher, albeit inexperienced, was able to deal with the cold in such a short time. Ronan frowned.

“I feel bad.”

Aside from being useful, it was unpleasant for an inanimate book to act like a human. Hearing those words made me feel like I was somehow popular.

Ronan was in the middle of looking at the last page with his face pressed against him. A familiar voice rang out in a small voice.

【Nice to meet you.】

“Huhhhh!!”

“What the fuck is this?”

Asher jumped up from his spot. Ronan reflexively picked up the book and threw it. thud! Asher, who was backing away quickly, stopped only after hitting the back of his head against the wall. After taking a deep breath, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Bah ba what was that? huh?!”

“…It was definitely that bitch’s voice.”

It must have been. It was the voice of the Winter Witch. It was the moment Ronan looked around with his hand on the hilt.

【Ouch…But isn’t throwing it a bit too much?】

The witch’s voice came again! Ronan turned his head in the direction of the sound. Vajra was all over the place. he spoke slowly

“…Did you say that?”

【That’s right, child. It’s been a while.]

“Fuck. What happened?”

The witch’s voice was coming from Vajra, to be exact, from the last page that had turned white. The witch, who let out a soft laugh, continued.

【I was able to dramatically leave the soul behind. Ah, it was really dangerous.]

“You left the soul behind?”

【okay. Thanks to a certain amount of ritual, I was able to leave a part of my soul in this book. That’s why I’m talking to you too. It’s not as good as that child, but this one is also a great vessel.]

The witch explained that she could exist thanks to the rituals performed in Rodolan. Not only destroying Ibelin and Asher’s souls, but also splitting his own soul and putting it into Vajra was one of the purposes, he added.

It was so embarrassing that it was embarrassing. As soon as she finished speaking, Ronan tugged at the hilt.

“Damn it bitch.”

He picked up Vajura and opened the last page. And alone, he aimed the tip of his knife at the white paper. It was the moment Ronan raised his arm.

[Wait a minute! What are you trying to do? Stop it!]

“Stop it. How do you know if you’re going to make a mess again?”

cried the witch in a perplexed voice. Ronan explained that he would cut out the last page, put it in an envelope, and send it to Lorhorn’s Twilight Mage Tower. The original white paper became even paler.

【I really don’t think so this time! If I had been scheming in the first place, I wouldn’t have told you anything. Isn’t that right?!]

“Then why are you pretending to be a suspicious teacher? ok?”

【Like the old Lorhorn, I just want to teach this child! Anyway, the only thing I can do right now… is that.】

“Explain.”

Ronan put the knife away. The witch, who barely survived, continued.

【…I have passed through countless vessels. A good three-digit number of mortals danced in the snow with me. I remember all of their names.]

“I’m proud of it.”

【However, there was no case where I could use my ability even after I escaped.】

The witch explained that Asher’s ability to handle ice was unprecedented. There was a time when she stayed in a person’s body for over ten years, but even she lost her powers when the witch left her body.

Even just looking at Evelyn right now, that was the case. She could handle ice, but it belonged to Evelyn, a cold mage, and not to the witch.

【That child is special. For the first time since my existence, I felt that I wanted to teach someone

. I want to find a man who looks like me.”

【Ahaha…that child won’t even meet me like this. Furthermore, it is impossible to increase strength in this state.]

The witch sighed. She compared every part of her body except for her little fingernails to being taken away by Lorhorn. As Ronan said, even if he wanted to regain his strength, he said that there was no room for growth because his soul itself had been ripped off.

【You can’t do anything with such a feeble soul. It’s all about talking or projecting words on paper. They live because they can’t die.]

In the first place, they said that they didn’t have the strength left to do anything suspicious. Judging from the mana felt in the last sheet, it didn’t seem like a lie. The witch, who was silent for a moment, opened her mouth.

【Please just teach me. If I break my promise or try to cheat, you can do whatever you want with me.]

I could feel the sincerity in the resigned tone. Ronan’s mouth twisted around. It would require a premise that everything the witch said was true, but honestly, it was a very attractive proposal.

Who in the world would receive one-on-one education from the highest level spirit comparable to Hiran? However, this was a problem that could not be easily resolved. Ronan, who was drooling, patted Asher on the shoulder.

“Assel, you decide.”

“Yes…?”

“Can you believe what this monster says? I don’t know because I’ve been taken away once.”

“That’s…”

Asher stuttered. My legs still tremble when I think of that time. The embrace of a frozen time woman and the destruction of a body that moves uncontrollably. He stared at Vajra before opening his mouth.

“…it’s true that it’s weakened. At least I don’t have enough power left to affect me. That’s for sure.”

“Is that what you mean?”

“……I want to learn.”

Asher closed his eyes and nodded. I had to be strong to not go through that kind of thing anymore. Ronan smiled and put the knife back. The witch’s voice rang out.

[This is a very correct decision. What a beautiful child.]

****

Asher eventually chose to become a witch’s apprentice. Ronan left the room safely after seeing the witch and Asher proceed with the Oath of Mana, a degraded version of the Oath of Blood.

‘It’s overdone. On the subject of a nerd.’

Ronan chuckled as he walked down the aisle. The eyes of Asher, who had been chanting that he wanted to learn, were leaving his head. I would never have thought that a guy who struggled because he couldn’t even kill goblins properly would grow up like that.

While walking while thinking about this and that, Ronan arrived at the first arena before he knew it. Schlieffen and Nabirosse, who had already arrived, were conversing.

No other students were seen. Butterfly Rose, who met Ronan’s eyes, smiled.

“The hero who ended the winter has arrived. Thank you for giving time to the lowly master.”

“Damn it, don’t make fun of me.”

Nabi Rosé giggled. Fortunately, compared to last time, the complexion was much better. It seemed that the wounds in his heart caused by his defeat against Zaifa had healed to some extent.

“It is a joke. Have you ever had something urgent?”

“Because your friend had to make the choice of a lifetime.”

“If that’s the reason, there’s nothing you can do about it. Stand next to Schlieffen.”

Ronan did. Nabi Rose’s expression became more serious. After looking at the two of them alternately, she opened her mouth.

“Yesterday I got a call from Parjan, the holy land. I heard that the sword festival will be held in the middle of next month. As you may have heard, this is a high-level position where prosecutors who have not reached a certain level cannot even participate.”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. It seemed like he knew why the two of them were called separately. Schlieffen raised his hand and asked.

“It looks like it went ahead of schedule. Is there a reason?”

“I don’t know either. The date of the event is decided by the old people of Farjan. However, as you said, it is true that this is an exceptional case. If it’s a little bit, I’m going to stick to the deadline.”

Nabi Roze shook his head from side to side. It seemed odd to her, too, judging by the questioning look on her face.

“I think one of you two should go through all the grades.”

“…One?”

“okay. The number of people who can attend at Phileon Academy is one teacher and one student. Only the stronger of the two of you can leave for Farjan with me.”

Scared to hear that, Ronan and Schlieffen looked at each other at the same time. Both looked at each other calmly, as if they weren’t interested, but they didn’t seem to want to back down either.

“I have no intention of giving in.”

“Did you know how to joke?”

Ronan smiled. The quiet atmosphere suddenly turned violent. Schlieffen, who had been glaring at him quietly, muttered lowly.

“I can’t help it.”

It was only for a moment, but a frightful killing sprang up on Schlieffen’s shoulders. It was a seriousness comparable to when he swore to protect Leel almost two years ago. It seemed that he was feeling a lot of pressure about the position of the festival of swords.

‘Is it that important a position?’

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. To be honest, he had no special feelings about the sword festival. Information that I had never heard of in my previous life, and the biggest significance of the event, the holy sword, was literally a foolish existence that only appeared in legends.

But if you ask me if I’m thinking of stepping down, that’s not the case again. Ronan’s attention was directed to the swordsmen gathering from all over the place.

Judging from the words that sparring was possible freely, it would have helped to improve my skills, and maybe I could have found a strong helper. Nabi Rose opened her mouth.

“I will decide who will go three days before I leave for Parjan. Whoever wins the sparring will go with me.”

Ronan and Schlieffen nodded. This was expected so far. At that time, completely unexpected words flowed from Nabi Roze’s mouth.

“Instead, there are conditions. For the rest of the month, sparring between you is forbidden.”