Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 149

[ 149. Audience (1) ]

#149

A white mountain fog was flowing along the ridge. The morning air was damp. The spring rain seeping through the trees was hitting the raincoat.

The sky was much brighter than before leaving Phileon. The mist rising over the wet soil was thick with the scent of blood. Ronan looked around and spat out a curse.

“Fuck….”

The slight residual energy of sleep completely disappeared. Memories from a few hours ago floated above the water. It was dawn when the sun had not yet risen when Ronan heard the news.

It was in the middle of a good night’s sleep for the showdown with Schlieffen. Suddenly, the door to the dormitory burst open, and a familiar voice resounded in the room.

– Ronan. wake up

– …Instructor?

Ronan raised his head. Nabi Rose was standing in the doorway. Looking at her with a dreamy vision, she was wearing a combat uniform.

There was no apology for wakefulness or trespassing. There, Ronan realized the seriousness of the situation. Shaking his head and quickly shaking off his slumber, he opened his mouth.

– What happen?

– There was an intelligence report that the Dawn unit was destroyed. I thought you might be interested, so I’m here to let you know.

Ronan’s eyes widened. The Dawn Unit was one of the special units of the Imperial Army in charge of Nebula Klagie. The prisoner unit led by Zaifa was also part of it.

– Wait.

Ronan, who was ready in one minute, left the room. Fortunately, the site was located not too far from the island. An eerie drizzle was still bathing the dark campus. Two people in friendship got on the horse…

.

“It is terrible.”

“ah.”

Nabi Rose, who was watching the scene from the side, clicked her tongue. Ronan’s consciousness returned to reality. He shook his head as if agreeing.

“Iknow, right.”

Ronan tried to breathe through his mouth as much as possible. The moment I inhaled through my nose, the smell of blood made me feel dizzy.

There were corpses everywhere. Pieces of meat that had not yet lost their color were coughing up dark red blood. The corpses, well over ninety, were densely filling the spaces between trees.

Imperial soldiers wearing thick gloves were carrying the body on a stretcher. The victims were all members of the Dawning Unit. Beasts twice as large as humans by 70% made up the remaining 30%.

Fortunately, the bodies were in good condition. Almost nothing was cut or eaten. Thanks to this, there seemed to be no problem in identifying the identity.

‘Damn it.’

Ronan gritted it. The reality of having to be relieved by these facts was so fucking disgusting. he murmured as if sighing.

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.”

“Panuuuuuuu…”

Sheeta, who was crouching over Ronan’s head, lowered her head. I brought it to see if there was anyone alive, but it was a futile thing. Only those who were not present were the survivors.

First, I had to figure out the circumstances. Nabi Rose seemed to have the same idea. Looking around, she gestured to the man who was giving instructions to the soldiers.

“Look at me there for a second.”

“hmm?”

The man tilted his head. Seeing that he was wearing an officer’s raincoat, he looked quite high-ranking. Recognizing Nabi Rose, he sighed.

“…omg!”

A man in a raincoat came running towards us. Judging by the pattern engraved on the epaulet, it was a lieutenant colonel. Standing face to face with Nabi Rose, he saluted.

“Oh, are you here, Mr. Nabi Roje? If you had contacted me, I would have gone out to meet you…!”

“done. Rather, I would like to hear an explanation of the situation.”

“Yes yes…! I’ll tell you what I know. But we also found that it was already over, so that much information…”

The major stammered on. Seeing that his complexion was white, he seemed quite nervous. Once again, I felt the position of Nabi Rose.

“It was discovered by soldiers who were scouting exactly two hours ago. It is estimated that they were ambushed while gathering for a night operation or meeting.”

“It’s worth it. There seems to be some members of Zaifa Turgung mixed in. Where is the cat? Did you get hurt?”

“A late cat… Sword Saint was active separately at the time of the incident. He left the scene shortly before leaving a message saying he would find the culprit.”

Hearing that he was a swordsman, Nabi Roze frowned. The bewildered colonel shrugged. He didn’t seem to be the type who was very good at military life.

Ronan took off the raincoat that covered his head. Washing my face with cold rainwater seemed to clear my head a bit. He looked back at Nabi Rose and said.

“I will look for it on my own.”

“Yes.”

“Sita, look in the air to see if there are any survivors.”

“Knack!”

Sheeta spread her four wings and flew up. I had to find a clue first. Ronan slowly stepped out. With every step he took, the swollen soil crushed and blood flowed out.

‘Are you just about to leave? Why did this suddenly happen?’

Judging from the glittering mana remaining throughout the scene, it seemed clear that Nebula Klazie was responsible. However, I couldn’t figure out why he suddenly took such an unconventional move. Could it have been twenty steps? A corpse with a familiar face caught my eye.

‘That bear is…’

His size was impressive, as if he had doubled an adult male vertically and horizontally. It was the wear bear that brought Asher back when he encountered Zaifa. The way she kindly soothed Asher was still fresh in my ears.

‘It’s true that Zaifa’s troops were also involved.’

Ronan twitched his lips. I couldn’t imagine how enraged the tiger would be, as he was terrified of his fellow beastmen. Suddenly, his gaze landed on the wear bear’s neck.

A long stab cut across the middle of his neck. Seeing that his neck was cut all at once, he probably would have died without feeling any pain. Feeling a strange sense of deja vu, Ronan narrowed his eyes.

‘This is…’

It was a cold sword scar that gave goosebumps. A butcher who kills a cow for a living would rather emotionally slash the cow’s neck than this. I don’t know where or who did this, but it was clear that he had never laughed or cried in his life.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

Ronan hurriedly began examining the other corpses. In most cases, only one wound remained on a corpse.

Ronan, who was examining the forty-third body, frowned. All of the blades had an extremely similar feel. It was almost believable even if they were all wielded by the same person.

‘One person killed so many people? No… subtly different.’

However, if you look closely, there are very, very small differences. Even so, it was shocking because there were two or three people, no different from one person.

However, there was something even more shocking. The basic shape of the sword traces was too familiar.

Ronan laughed as he brought his face up until the hair pierced his cornea. It didn’t take long to figure out the identity of the deja vu.

“under.”

It must have been. It was a sword based on the savior’s swordsmanship. However, it felt different from the sword scars of saviors and robers. Should I say more concise and emotionless? Rather, it felt similar to Nabi Rose’s swordsmanship.

‘Something… is obviously happening.’

Ronan did his best to find additional clues. However, apart from the sparkling mana, nothing that could be called a trace remained. After some searching, he carried the body with his soldiers.

“Your face looks familiar…ho, isn’t it Ronan who ended winter?”

“that’s right. Can you pick up your hair over there?”

“It’s an honor to meet you Ma!”

“I want you to pick up my hair.”

Shoot ah… the wind from down the mountain swept through the wet forest. The collection of the body was not over until noon. The spring rain had already stopped. said Ronan, lighting a pipe.

“I couldn’t find anything after all.”

“Stop smoking.”

“Look at me just once. How can you stand seeing something like this?”

Ronan rebelled against Nabi Rose for the first time. She didn’t say anything more about how much she understood. Butterfly Rose, who was looking at the bloodstains with her hands in her pockets, took Ronan’s pipe and put it in her mouth.

“What instructor?”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.”

Butterfly Rose, who took a sip, let out smoke. It was clear that his unusual posture was something he had lived in his childhood. White smoke dispersed into the air. After taking three sips and spitting out, she returned the pipe.

“Hartaway County in the North. Why do you smoke such good things while still young?”

“It is my only luxury. I have nowhere to spend my money.”

“Good job. More than anything else, the one that doesn’t work is the most distorted.”

Nabi Rose clicked her tongue. The clouds receded, revealing a blue sky. The bloody smell was still rising from the bloodstains that remained on the slope. Ronan looked back at Sheeta and said.

“Sita.”

“Knock it!”

Sheeta spread her four wings. All the blood that had permeated the ground rose in the form of drops and was absorbed into Sheeta’s body. It seemed that the absorption capacity had increased almost several times compared to two years ago. The soldiers sighed in admiration at the amazing sight. This was around the time most of the blood had been absorbed.

“… subtracted?”

“what’s the matter?”

Suddenly, Sheeta tilted her head. A red magic circle was drawn in front of Sheeta’s snout as she quickly looked around. Ronan’s eyes widened.

“This…!”

A red road was being created in front of the magic circle. I had memories of seeing it in Gran Cappadocia in the past. It was obviously magic that chased survivors by tracking bloodstains.

Sheeta and Ronan’s gaze met. Sheeta spread her wings and took off. At about the same time, Ronan got up and started running down the road.

“Damn it, I’ll be back!”

“Ronan?”

Ronan ran without looking back. Twigs and leaves brushed my cheeks. The splattered mud stained the hem of his trousers.

The road was not as long as expected. Sheeta stopped in front of a huge old tree. It was a really big tree. Weeping could be heard from under an old tree that looked like it had been laid down over a hundred years ago.

The red road was cut off in front of an old tree. Apparently, there were survivors down here. Ronan rolled up his sleeves and pushed the tree.

“Huh!”

It was terribly heavy. In the end, Ronan, who switched the power source, used Baren’s Aura. A golden aura rose up his arm, his muscles expanding.

Everything was good, but the problem was that the strength was too much. Wow! As the old tree flew away, Ronan’s body leaned forward.

“What?!”

Ronan’s eyes widened. A huge pit was dug under the old tree. Ronan just fell down the slope.

hooked! He came to a halt as he bumped into something soft and damp. A mixture of the smell of animals and the smell of blood came from the air. Ronan raised his head and frowned.

“you are…!”

“Ah … ah ah … Ah ….”

A ware Lion was crouching. Seeing that it had no mane, it was a lioness. A moan escaped from her mouth.

“Subtract.”

Sheeta landed on top of Ronan’s head. Ronan, recognizing Wearlion, raised his eyebrows. It must have been Major Nemea, who served as Jaifa’s lieutenant.

“…are you okay?”

“Ah…ahhh…”

She didn’t seem to notice that Ronan was here either. It was the first time I had ever seen a Wearlion so frightened. The glossy fur was soaked with blood and rainwater and turned into a rag.

“Damn, this is not the time. Come on.”

Ronan hurriedly rummaged through his pockets and took out a glass bottle. It was Baren’s special potion that he carried around for regular use. If it was combined with Sheeta’s healing, it would be able to heal even serious injuries.

Ronan was cautiously approaching. It was only then that the major, feeling the presence, raised his head. The eyes of the two met. Suddenly, the major stood back with the hairs on his body bristling.

“Whose eyes! Those eyes…!”

“yes?”

“Keuhhh! Don’t come any closer!”

The major let out a roar. Ronan tried to calm him down, but in vain. She retreated to a dead end and started scratching the wall with her nails. I heard people approaching overhead.