Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 185

185 Mother of Fire (1)

#185

It didn’t take long for the sparring to end. After confirming that there were no more members attacking, Ronan smiled contentedly.

“Everyone has suffered. Now, it will survive even if thrown into any battlefield.”

It was a sincere compliment. During the two years I couldn’t see them, the skills of the members improved remarkably. It was a golden result born from the combination of talent, hard work and excellent guidance. Of course, Ronan had never been judged dead, but that was natural, so I didn’t want to argue.

“You guys really improved a lot.”

After adding that one word, Ronan led the way. click. It was nice to hear the sound of the scabbard and the sword engaging. La Mancha, who was combined with Rin, was able to wield the sword more reliably as a pommel was created, albeit briefly.

“Heh-euk…Nonsense…heh I thought we could win this time…”

“Ohhh…Brahms and even Hind….”

“Wow! Wow!”

The members who finished the sparring were all in a state of disrepair. Marja and Braum stretched out with their arms wide open, and Asher, almost depleted of mana, vomited against the wall. Ophelia, the only one who abstained before becoming ugly, sat in a chair with an exhausted expression, drinking a liquid she claimed was wine.

“I don’t think you would lose even if you fought Balzac.”

“It should be. What trouble did I go through?”

Ronan giggled. Balzac was a name I hadn’t heard in a long time. The younger brother of the Grand Duke of Shadow who loves Ophelia. I took the essence of the gore and gave it to Jarodine, and I wondered if they were both doing well.

“Don’t get too frustrated. Look what you guys did.”

Ronan raised his chin and pointed to the messy training ground. It seemed that a huge, invisible beast had run amok in a state of intoxication.

Every spot where Marya’s greatsword struck was accompanied by huge cracks. Compared to the sword scars left by Ronan and Schlieffen, it was a level that would never yield.

Braum also showed a tremendous struggle. Even though the temporary shield named Hind had changed his name, if this was a battleground and the enemy was not Ronan but an unspecified number of other enemies, he would have saved the lives of all his members.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… No matter how much I ask to come, where is something like that…”

[It’s okay, child. It’s not that you’re weak, that demon is strange.]

Asher wiped his lips and wept. The voice of the Winter Witch came from Vajra in his pocket. Ronan, suddenly feverish, drew his sword.

“What’s up?”

Paaa…! A scarlet glow, manifested from the sword body, wrapped around Asher’s body. The gap between the two narrowed. When he closed his eyes and opened them, Asher’s face turned white at the sight of Ronan.

“Huh! Save me!”

“I don’t want to hear that from you, man. Too much means that that kind of thing is too much.”

Ronan grabbed Asher’s head with both hands and turned it toward the training ground. Ice thorns larger than a few buildings had grown here and there. The cold air that flowed gently lowered the temperature of the entire training ground. It was the same ice that the Winter Witch used to handle.

“What is the subject of doing dozens of things like that without changing a single expression? too bad? Apologies to me and the other wizards man. I’m sorry I was born a genius.”

【If you insist, her expression has changed.】

“Miss, be quiet. Because I really want to see you.”

Ignoring the Winter Witch, Ronan tugged at Asher’s cheeks. The soft cheeks grew all the way.

“Ha Hadima! I’m doing well!”

“What’s the difference between my aura and the telekinesis you’ve been using since the days when you were stealing goblin panties? ok? Even I can only pull.”

Asher struggled, but Ronan did not let him go easily. Asher’s screams got louder as the pinched balls were spun in different directions.

“Aww! Let go!”

“A shameful bastard. Shall I tear it apart like this?”

Of course, even in the midst of that, the corners of Ronan’s lips were raised as if they were caught in his ears. Indeed, he was a talent who received an offer from Lorhorn. As long as this bastard could pierce the protection of the stars, it seemed like he could have him fight the giants right away. Ronan smiled bitterly when he recalled the faces of the strong men who suddenly disappeared from their previous lives.

‘Though that’s the most important thing.’

I had to figure out how to break it somehow. Or will I become strong enough to rip all those giants apart? After removing his hand from Asher’s cheek, Ronan turned his back. In order to catch up on the progress I missed while participating in the Festival of Swords, I felt I had to prepare in advance.

“Let me tell you guys some good news. Only the principal and I know about it, but I am telling you specifically.”

“good news?”

“okay. Navardoze will attend the entrance ceremony in six days. It’s parental observation. If you burn me to death for doing bad things to my son, give the bone powder to my sister.”

Silence fell. It took me a while to accept it because it was a flat tone, like telling me what I ate yesterday. Clink! The wine glass fell from Ophelia’s hand. Marja, who had barely regained her composure, opened her mouth.

“…what’s coming?”

“Red dragon Navardoze. It won’t change anything if you find out anyway, but just know. I’m going.”

Ronan left the club area at the end of those words. When I was almost at the top of the stairs, I heard a scream coming from behind me. At least it didn’t seem like he was shouting out of excitement.

****

Time passed quickly. Thanks to the delayed letter from Major Nemea, Ronan was able to focus on his academy life after a long time.

After taking classes for the first time in a while, he realized that nothing is easier than studying. Ronan, who was stroking Sheeta and reading herbalism textbooks, murmured.

“I just want to keep living like this…”

If it weren’t for the fucking giants, he would have actually done that. I would have graduated from an appropriate academy, got a suitable job, married an appropriately loved person, and raised a modest family. Raising two children who resemble each other.

He couldn’t possibly understand people who were perverted because they didn’t like this tranquility. If he longed for a rough life, he would come to his senses on his own if he sent a three-day field trip to the southern battlefield where the civil war was in full swing. Suddenly, his gaze landed on the calendar.

‘It’s finally tomorrow.’

Above the number 13, a picture of fire was drawn roughly. entrance ceremony. And it was the day Navardoze would come.

After consulting with Lorhorn, Kratir finally decided to inform the emperor of Navardoze’s visit. However, since it was only for personal business, he said that he had reached an agreement to keep as quiet as possible from the citizens.

‘I don’t know if that would hide it.’

Of course, that was possible when Navardoze came through polymorph. It was the largest known dragon among all dragons, so there was no answer if it went in its true form. Ronan was in the middle of organizing his notes. Suddenly, the hairs all over her body stood up at once.

“what…!”

“Pal-haaaaaagh!”

Instinct was screaming. Sheeta woke up from a nap and looked out the window and groaned. Then, something like a translucent, thin wave came into my field of vision rapidly rushing in from outside the window. Ronan drew his sword and swung it with what could be called a reflex action. Sugak! The wave that was trying to hit him tore and passed over his back.

“What the fuck?”

I don’t know the details, but judging from the cut on the sword, it seemed like some kind of magic. Suddenly, Ronan noticed that he couldn’t hear Sheeta’s hissing. He lowered his head and cried out in bewilderment.

“Sita? Yamma, wake up!”

Sheeta was frozen in the posture she had been groaning. The unblinking, non-breathing thing seemed to have turned to stone.

Only the very, very slow beating of his heart and the lingering warmth were the only indications that Sheeta was not dead. Suddenly, Ronan noticed that all sounds from inside and outside the dormitory had stopped.

“Nonsense.”

Ronan hurriedly opened the window and poked his head out. All the students walking around the campus were as stiff as Sheeta. Even the roadside trees stood motionless on the roads where the wind no longer blew.

My head was confused. I couldn’t figure out what was happening all of a sudden. Just then, footsteps were heard from far away. As I narrowed my eyes and focused, I saw someone walking in the middle of the plaza. Ronan grabbed the hilt.

‘That bastard.’

Ronan instinctively noticed that it was the caster who cast this spell. It would be a magician comparable to or more powerful than Kratyr if he could cast such magic all over Phileon, but that didn’t matter.

“wait.”

Ronan jumped out of the window. The sound of the soles of shoes hitting the stone floor echoed in the silence. The mana-enhanced thighs swelled. He set the plaza as his target and was running, shortening the distance by 10m at each step. Suddenly the world turned black.

“what?”

The hair on his whole body stood up again. The moonlight that illuminated the road disappeared in an instant. Ronan, who hastily stopped, raised his head. In the place where the celestial bodies in the night sky should have been shining, there was only complete darkness.

‘Am I dreaming?’

There was darkness everywhere the eye could see. It was the same when I turned my head as if I was doing gymnastics. Knowing that that was a new magic cast by the assailant, Ronan was about to fire his sword. Suddenly, the darkness dissipated and the stagnant moonlight poured over his face. At the same time, seeing the edge of darkness, Ronan sighed.

“That’s…!”

It was the outline of a wing. The bat-like wings covered more than half of Phileon with only one side. I moved my gaze to the right along the wing, and this time I saw the tail. The tail, still dragged from behind the night sky, looked like a whip to punish the divine being. He was in the middle of staring at the outline of the shadow, dumbfounded. Pod! In an instant, the dark shape disappeared and a vast night sky appeared.

“What the fuck.”

Ronan spat out a curse. It happened literally in the blink of an eye. No matter how much I looked around, I couldn’t spot the shape of something flying in the sky just before.

‘It’s a dream. It’s clear.’

Ronan stood still even after that something had disappeared. My head was spinning, probably because too many things happened at once. How long has it been? He began to hear the sound of a man and woman talking from the plaza he was heading towards.

“The entrance ceremony is tomorrow, so why did you come today?”

“For asking that, knowing how mortals would treat me? I’m sure I won’t be able to drink water properly because it’s burdensome, but I need to talk to my son before that.”

The surroundings were quiet, so I could hear it even if I wasn’t paying attention. Ronan frowned. The woman’s voice was unfamiliar, but the man’s voice was familiar.

He hid his presence as much as possible and moved on. Itargand, who was polymorphed into a human, and a woman wearing a robe were having a conversation. The woman raised her arm and caressed Itargand’s cheek.

“By the way, it’s so great. Have you ever thought about learning from humans?”

“That’s…somehow, that’s how it happened.”

The arrogant Itargand was at a loss. The moonlit woman’s face was indescribably beautiful. The hair flowing down the hood was the color of a blazing red flame. The woman who had lifted her tiptoe and stroked Itargand’s hair pursed her lips.

“It’s not even special. Come here.”

“Oh mother, it’s embarrassing to do this in front of mortals…!”

“I can’t see or hear everything, so what is it? Come on.”

Judging by the motion, it seemed that he was about to kiss him on the cheek. Itargand waved his arms desperately, expressing his refusal. For an instant, the woman’s face hardened as if in shock.

“name. You…”

“That mother…not that…”

Itargand soothed her with a look of regret. But the woman turned her head away as if she had already been hurt enough. After applying saliva to the corner of her eye, she began to cry.

“That is too much. How long have you been independent from Rare, are you scolding your mother now? Heuk…Huh….”

“So Soja was wrong. Do not cry. yes?”

Ronan held his breath and watched the scene. It was not difficult to infer the woman’s identity. Who else could Itargandh call his mother?

I just couldn’t believe that this was a dream and not reality. Even though it was different from what I thought, it was very different. Taking a deep breath, Ronan slowly backed away.

‘Let’s go back quietly.’

I just thought I’d pretend I didn’t see anything. Judging from the conversation, the magic that seemed to stop time was not used with malicious intent, so it seemed like it would be released soon. Okay, I’m going to go back to sleep like this. He was just walking backwards.

“It’s really sad. How did I raise you…?”

She turned her head and whimpered, and Ronan’s eyes met by chance. In an instant, Ronan’s heart sank to his navel. Making a decision with superhuman speed, he stopped moving. The acting was so good that anyone would mistake it for a stuffed animal or a stone statue, but the woman had already seen Ronan move.

“…you. Aren’t you enchanted?”

“yes?! Mother, what is that…!”

Hearing the woman’s words, Itargand was stunned. Until then, Ronan was desperately suggesting that he was a stone statue. A woman approaching slowly stopped in front of Ronan. A completely different voice leaked out of her gaping mouth.

【Hello.】

“……Hello. Mr. Navardoze.”

Ronan opened his mouth with his eyes closed. After confirming that the magic did not work, Navardoze’s face stiffened fiercely. Itargand’s astonished cry resonated in the silence.