Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 177

177. Festival of Swords (20)

#177

“Do you want to have the holy sword?”

“what…?”

Ronan frowned. It was as if he was entrusted with the holy sword. It didn’t look like he was joking around because his expression was as serious as Ajou had entered twice.

“…do you know where it is?”

“huh. know.”

Lynn shook her head. The clear eyes were full of confidence. Ronan raised his hand and poked her cheek with his index finger.

“Then why don’t you pick it?”

“That’s not allowed. I thought you would be happy to take off all your clothes right away, but the reaction is worse than I thought. What do you think of the holy sword?”

said Lin. Judging by the narrowing of his eyes, he seemed a little angry. Why is he suddenly doing this? After thinking for a moment, Ronan opened his mouth.

“A good knife.”

“…Is that all?”

“huh. It must be strong enough to make a name for itself.”

The tone was firm. After waiting for a long time, no further description came out. Rin’s face gradually hardened. At some point, she pouted and turned her head.

“idiot.”

“Why are you suddenly pouting again?”

“It’s too much. Still, it is the sword that defeated the demon dragon.”

“Honestly, I don’t even know if that statement is true. If the first emperor played a decisive role in defeating Orsay, more people should know about it. But I heard it for the first time when I came here.”

said Ronan. If it wasn’t for the elderly grandmother who couldn’t actually cook, he would have lived his whole life without knowing this anecdote. Rin replied in a hushed voice.

“…that couldn’t be helped. Because the holy sword asked me not to record myself in history.”

“What?”

“But Balon broke that promise. I respected the will of the Holy Sword and didn’t make a big deal out of it, but I told my aides about it. Of course, the secret was not kept, and the Holy Sword, disappointed by that, came to Parzan and settled down. There was no one to wield it, but its sacredness remained intact. The pool of Parzan, where the light pooled like that, became a tomb where the souls of the sword gather.”

The story flowed like water flowing between his small lips. It felt as if a great secret had passed by my ears. Ronan looked at her with his eyes wide open.

“How do you know all that?”

“I just know. And maybe you’re right.”

“Am I right?”

“It’s just a strong sword. In fact, it wasn’t the power of the holy sword that defeated Orsay.”

Lin said calmly. Ronan raised his eyebrows at the incomprehensible sound.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“The holy sword just awakened the power Balon had. Among mortals whose lives are only fleeting, there are those who have the potential to overwhelm even immortal beings. Balon was one of them.”

“It’s potential.”

“huh. Even Orsay, who is said to be one of the five strongest dragons of all time, had to run away after being injured in front of that explosive power. Balon was the right person to build an empire.”

Lynn calmly introduced an anecdote about Balon fighting Orsay. It was as if the first emperor was a friend.

Of course, since he was the first person to create an organization called the Imperial Army, he was also called a more derogatory term among his punitive soldiers, but hearing it like this made him feel quite different. Should I say it feels like seeing someone calling their parents by their first names? Rin continued, banging her head on Ronan’s shoulder.

“In the end, the most important thing is not the sword, but the person who wields it. you know it right Of course, I didn’t just look at it and score it.”

“Did you spot it?”

Lin didn’t answer. She stopped banging her head and stood up. Ronan noticed that Rin’s hair was shining softly.

“what is your identity?”

“First answer my question. Time is running out.”

The blazing sunset illuminated the two of them. There was no smell in the clear wind. The year’s struggle to survive felt more intense today.

“No way…”

Ronan’s eyes widened as he stared at Rin. Looking back, she was a strange girl from the first meeting. Suddenly, a hypothesis flashed in his mind like a thunderbolt. Ronan, who put what happened after meeting Rin into that hypothesis, felt goosebumps running through his body. It was the car he was trying to answer. A loud voice came from the Holy Land.

“Different. Where are you coming from here? Come on out!”

“Hey! Ha, please take a look. If I can’t give it this time, I really don’t think I can give it to you…!”

The two turned their heads at the same time. From far away, a familiar boy was walking, stepping on the soil of the Holy Land. It was quite funny how he walked carefully so as not to touch the sword. On his back was a long box that Ronan had seen before.

“Is it different?”

Ronan frowned at the incomprehensible action. I couldn’t understand why he was suddenly doing this when he could have given it later.

From what I’ve heard, it was said that it was an area that only the elders and those who passed the final sword test couldn’t enter. As if to disprove him, the old woman who had introduced herself as the owner of the silver sword was yelling at Darman. she asked.

“What do you mean give?”

“This is a gift from our master to Zaifa. As Madame Olga knows, I came to Parjan because of this. Can’t you just give me a moment?”

Darman was almost crying. He made a tearful appeal based on the days he struggled to meet Zaifa for the past 15 days. The elders looked at each other in turns as their hearts were bound to weaken. At that time, Zaifa, who had been picking up the Sword Spirit in an obligatory manner, nodded.

“Bring it.”

“That swordsman…!”

The elders’ eyes widened. I couldn’t help it since Jaifa himself said that. Darman’s face lit up.

“Thank you!”

Darman rushed over and stood in front of Zaifa. The black tiger stopped drawing sword spirits with an expression that the world was annoying. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked very tired.

“I will show you right now. So…here!”

Darman hurriedly opened the box like a man caught on fire. A pure white longsword appeared. The elders who were watching burst into exclamation in unison.

“That one?!”

“How are you? It’s a really well-made sword.”

Darman carefully drew his sword and held it out to Jaifa. The gaze of the elders was focused on the sword Darman pulled out. It was more than two months ago, but it was still vivid. All seven knew the sword.

“It must have come from a dream…”

“That’s right. It must be that sword.”

Two months ago, the elders all had the same dream. A dream in which a star crashed into the sacred ground and a sword shining white was embedded in it. They believed that it was a sign of the coming of the holy sword, so they held the sword festival ahead of time. One of the short elders stuttered.

“Seoseongsword?”

“…Does your eyes see it that way too?”

Alogin shook his head. The sword in Darman’s hand was surprisingly similar in shape to the holy sword he had seen in his dream. In fact, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they are exactly the same. A gracefully extended sword body, a cross-shaped pommel. Even the soft white brilliance flowing down the tip of the sword.

It was a car that everyone was confused about what the hell was going on. Zaifa, who had been silent all along, opened his mouth.

“okay. Are you going to give me that sword?”

“Yes yes… It is a gift from our master. He said he wanted you to accept this.”

“Master. I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Only Zaifa seemed unconcerned. He tapped the floor with his tail and pondered who the sender was.

“You may not know. However, he has been admiring Zaifa for a long time. He said that it would be nice if you could use it, and he made it with great effort.”

“Right. It is definitely a well-made sword.”

Jaipa nodded. Even with the sharp eyes of a beastman, it was a master sword with no flaws. To the extent that I could understand to some extent that he had to make a fuss to convey this. Darman, who raised his head slightly, looked at Jaifa and said.

“Then will you accept it?”

“no. refuse.”

“uh?”

Darman’s face hardened. Zaifa’s attitude as he turned his back was as resolute as a cut. Darman, who was dumbfounded, shouted in bewilderment.

“Come on Jaifa! Is it because the sword is too small? If that’s the case, don’t worry. There are special features for such situations. If you look carefully here…!”

“You can’t accept a sword from someone you don’t know. Just say thank you.”

Darman desperately tried to hold on to Jaifa. However, the black tiger only ruthlessly moved into the sacred ground. He tried to run after him, but the other elders stopped him with their eyes. Darman, who had a devastated expression on his face, lowered his head.

“…ah.”

“It’s a pity, but it’s different. Let’s talk once the ritual is over. And what the hell is that sword…”

Several elders approached to comfort him. In an instant, Darman’s form disappeared from sight. Ronan’s eyes, which were watching the situation from above, widened as if they would pop out.

“Wait a minute, that bastard…!”

“Hmm?!”

Sensing a threat, Zaifa reflexively turned and swung her sword. Whoo! A huge blade cut through the spot where Darman had stood, but no one was there. At that time, Darman appeared from behind Zaifa.

“You…”

Jaifa turned her head. Darman silently turned the knife he was holding and grabbed it. The spotless white blade was covered with red blood. Ronan spurred the ground and ran out. Took… The spearhead of Eonwoldo, which was split in half, fell to the floor.

“no.”

Lynn groaned. At the same time, a fountain of blood welled up from Zaifa’s chest. Chow ah! I don’t know if it’s because he’s so big that there’s a lot of blood or because he’s stabbed in a vital spot, but a huge amount of blood spurted out. Two elders nearby shouted and charged.

“oh my god!”

“Different! What are you doing!”

It was a phenomenal reaction speed befitting the title of an elder. One of them was an old woman who introduced herself as the owner of the silver sword. Marja’s greatsword was a huge two-handed ax that looked ridiculous in her hand.

Again Darman’s form blurred and disappeared. The three people who rushed furiously passed by crossing each other. No rustling sound was heard. As Darman landed on the floor, the heads of the two elders soared high into the sky. Oh ah … The blood rising from the cutting section of the headless body once again colored the holy place.

“……!”

For an instant, the world fell into silence. Zaifa’s staggering body leaned slowly. Even the wind that was blowing suddenly stopped, and only the sound of the body and head of the elders being scattered could be heard from the holy ground.

“No pig. If you recklessly reject someone’s sincerity.”

Darman laughed coldly. Zaifa collapsed on one knee. Her gray hair was turning white. It was as if the ashes were flying away. Spinning his sword again to shake off the blood, he turned his head.

“Don’t you think so too?”

The familiar warfare was spreading around Darman. Autumn leaves were slowly moving in brown eyes like fallen leaves. Finally fixing his gaze on Ronan, he opened his mouth.

“Brother.”