Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 187

187. Mother of Fire (3)

#187

“Oh shit.”

Seeing the inside of the box, Ronan widened his eyes. There were black, translucent blades scattered throughout the silk-covered interior. It was a fragment of La Mancha that was broken while fighting Darman.

“I managed to find this.”

Ronan murmured in a voice mixed with admiration. Honestly, the scale of the collapse was so great that I thought I would never find it again. It was good to see the Parjan officials who were still working like mules.

He carefully wrapped the debris in the silk on the floor. I was sad, but it was a good thing. Sheeta’s eggshell is a valuable material that cannot be obtained again. There must have been room for recycling.

‘It wouldn’t hurt to go find another blacksmith other than Doron this time. But…’

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. The box was absurdly heavy for its contents. The cause was quickly discovered. When the compartment containing La Mancha was removed, another space appeared below it.

“What did you pack so much for?”

There was a heap of white metal shards. Each piece is quite heavy, which gave the opposite impression to La Mancha in many ways. It was also the remains of Ymir, which was destroyed while fighting Darman.

‘I can’t use this.’

Ronan, who was examining the fragments, smiled bitterly. I received it once it was sent, but it was not in very good condition even to myself, who had no professional knowledge. Unlike La Mancha, which could be restored as a weapon, it seemed that everything had to be melted down and made into something else.

Fortunately, the hilt was intact. Ronan unwrapped the bandages wrapped around him.

A material created by cutting out the forbidden book Vajra. The power to resonate with his second core was probably coming from here. Ronan, who was chewing on the word resonance, snapped his fingers.

‘It might be quite useful.’

It seemed like it would be possible to recycle quite decently if it was done according to one’s own thoughts. After all, Ymir’s power was a kind of sense sharing.

Ronan immediately wrote a production request to be sent to Gran Cappadocia. It was for innocent and good people like Erill and Lucy. Since you don’t know when you might leave Phileon again, it was best to make it quickly.

When the compartment containing Ymir’s fragments was removed, the floor appeared. A parchment with something written on it was spread like a carpet. what else is this Ronan picked up the parchment.

– Master of the Holy Sword. to participant number 44.

Alogin’s letter was plain. On the lines that couldn’t even fill half a page, there were words of gratitude for saving himself and Farzan and the current situation. It was easy to read because it consisted of only the main body without rhetoric.

As expected by Ronan, the elders took this raid very seriously. Information was sent to all continents about the Nebula Clazier and their special organization, the Lycoforce.

The sword used by Darman and the bodies of the members were collected and said to be in the analysis stage. Ronan nodded in satisfaction.

‘I hope something comes out of the analysis.’

The letter ended by saying that he would go see the holy sword once the situation was resolved. It was short with bad handwriting, but it was written with sincerity. The words added as a postscript suddenly caught Ronan’s attention.

– I will introduce you to a blacksmith that can sharpen a holy sword. Please send directions along with it.

After that, it was said that the elders, including himself, had put in letters of recommendation. Enclosed at the bottom of the letter was a map showing the location of the forge. Looking at the coastline to the north, it seemed to be built in Heiran, the northernmost point of the continent, as described above.

“Northern.”

Ronan touched his chin as if he was interested. If the swordsmen who once dominated the era went this far, it must have been quite a great blacksmith.

While serving as a punishment soldier in his previous life, he stayed in the northern part for quite some time, but never went up to Heiran. Adeshan’s hometown. And a land occupied by the Beastman League, once led by Jaifa. Somehow, I had a feeling that the next destination had already been decided.

‘I’ll have to prepare a pair of leather clothes.’

When the map was taken out, the box was empty. Ronan quickly wrote a reply to Alogin and got ready to go out. We had some time left, but we had to start early to get a good spot.

“Then shall we go?”

After completing his preparations, Ronan moved on. The moment I left the dormitory, a golden light fell on my face. The day was warm, but the wind was cool. Just like the day he entered school.

****

As always, the entrance ceremony for the 780th Phileon was held in the main square. The spectators and podiums created by Kratir’s magic had already been set up.

Members of the limited express adventure club were already filling the front seats of the audience. Asher, who found Ronan, waved his hand.

“Ro Ronan! Here!”

“You came quickly.”

Ronan sat down next to Asher. Originally, except for freshmen, it was customary for only the sophomores, who were in the right rank, to attend, but if there were no classes, they could freely watch the entrance ceremony.

Marja was biting her thumb nail with a tense expression on her face. Schlieffen, who was not present at the time of the sparring with Ronan, also sat quietly with his arms folded as if he had heard the information.

Seeing that Ophelia, who would normally be asleep, was sitting there dozing off, it seemed that she wanted to see Navardoze. said Marya, turning to Ronan.

“Ronan. Is that really the dragon coming? I haven’t heard anything.”

“Me too. It seemed strange to see seniors attending the entrance ceremony.”

Braum also nodded in agreement. It seemed that they were the only ones who knew that Navardoze was coming.

The opening time was slowly approaching, but the students were still entering the stands with a relaxed attitude. Seeing the overall calm landscape, Ronan blew a whistle.

“You used your hair quite a bit. Kratyr.”

There was a considerable distance from speculation that there would be no space to set foot on. I can’t imagine controlling the information even to the students. Well, I thought this was right, because it would be a headache in many ways if there was an uproar. Ronan, who was looking around the stands, tilted his head.

“hmm?”

front row. At no more than five blocks from him, a gentleman in a coat was sitting reading a newspaper. A fancy bowler hat was covering his eyes, but Ronan recognized him at once.

“Ha fuck.”

Ronan couldn’t stop laughing. Do you have a plan to hide it or not? He stood up quietly and moved towards the shrine. Schlieffen looked back at Ronan and said.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be gone for a while. After a while, I won’t be bothered, so just concentrate.”

Ronan casually sat down next to the old gentleman. For an instant, vicious life was transmitted from all directions.

Looking around, people with different appearances were glaring at Ronan. Kind-looking parents, cleaning maids, and even some students. The old gentleman spoke first.

“Is the weather nice?”

“I see.”

“Your expression is delicate. Is there something going on?”

Upon hearing the question, Ronan snorted. What is this guy really up to? It felt like I had to hang out with him until he was satisfied.

“I just remembered three years ago. Back then, my older sister was sitting here watching me enter the school.”

“Hehe, that must be a new feeling. You look quite old, but how did you come here?”

“I came to see my friend after he entered school. My mother is a bit of a prosperous person, but she said she would definitely observe the parents, so she had a lot of worries.”

“I see…you’re similar to me.”

The gentleman let out a soft laugh. Ronan laughed at this situation as well. He swept his bangs and said without turning his head.

“Seeing you like this is new again. your majesty.”

“I can’t help but come.”

Disguised as an old gentleman, the emperor turned over a piece of newspaper. At that moment, the killing spree that had stabbed Ronan alleviated. The people who glared at him were acting out their roles as if they had never done that.

“That look… no, what is that look?”

“Doesn’t it suit you? I really wanted to try something like this.”

“What about the Empire?”

“It’s not my job to see the mother of fire, what is it? Jim…no, I think it’s a pretty important issue.”

“That’s right.”

Ronan nodded. It was a theory that could not be refuted.

Balon, 44, said he attended the entrance ceremony in disguise. It was because Navardoze had to see him, but he didn’t want to make a fuss. Around him, dozens of gold soldiers were carrying out escort missions in disguise.

“I’m glad you feel better. I was worried.”

“I think I was just a little overworked. I’m sorry… Um, is this the right way to do it?”

“I don’t usually cross my legs. I have to take my hands out of my pockets.”

“aha.”

“Of course, it doesn’t matter since I’m currently a member of the Merchant Guild, Sir Dnipen Roaster.”

The emperor laughed. It seemed that he was obsessed with role play. Only a few bodyguards who had taken up positions right behind were staring at Ronan as if to kill him.

“You read the report well. He did a great job right from the first mission.”

“you’re welcome.”

“I should appreciate your hard work. Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t really need anything… I’ll think about it slowly.”

Ronan shook his head. Like Navardo Island, there seemed to be a lot of people who wanted to give something these days. After about thirty minutes, the stands were full.

The sophomores, who would welcome the new students as a surprise, lined up on one side of the plaza. Not long after Kratyr covered them with a transparent curtain, the green freshmen entered the plaza.

“Oh, there you are.”

Some of them I saw when the island was still swallowed by winter. Itargand was walking normally, mingling in the middle of the crowd.

‘There must be something special.’

It was much more interesting than receiving a new recruit to a punitive unit who might die tomorrow. Standing on the podium, Kratir spoke to the freshmen.

“Nice to meet you all. I am Crava Kratir, the current principal of Phileon Academy.”

Cheers broke out. Seeing that his expression had improved, it seemed that he had solved it somehow. Navardoze hadn’t been seen yet. All of the faculty members were lined up behind him, nervous enough to vomit as if they had heard the news.

“Before the entrance ceremony begins, there is someone I would like to introduce to you. You are coming from a very far place, so please welcome them with a big round of applause.”

“customer?”

“What is it and who is it?”

The spectator seats started to become bustling with a procedure that had never been done before. Kratyr let out a meaningful laugh. It seemed that he had a plan of his own.

He suddenly turned around and reached out his hand toward the empty space next to him. The space, which was clearly the background, crumbled like thin ice, and a magnificent chair reminiscent of a throne appeared. After ten breaths, Kratyr opened his mouth.

“I will see you. The primordial flame, the wing of God, Navar… hm?”

“what?”

Ronan frowned. Kratyr’s face hardened as he continued to speak. The chair appeared, but Navardoze, who was to be seated, was nowhere to be seen. He muttered, unable to hide his bewilderment.

“Where are you going all of a sudden…?”

The faculty members also began to stir. Something was going wrong. It was the car he was trying to say to the dumbfounded freshmen. Faaaah-! Suddenly, a huge magic circle was created in the sky of the plaza. At the same time, a storm of mana swept across the plaza.

“Quaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

“What is this all of a sudden?!”

Screams erupted from everywhere. The transparent barrier that Kratyr had set up for the surprise welcome also crumbled. The sophomores whose identities were revealed fell into confusion.

“Here’s the tent?!”

“My club promotion banner is flying!”

It was a real bummer. The new students were surprised by the appearance of the seniors who suddenly appeared, but unfortunately, there were too many places to devote the feeling of surprise now.

Each line of the magic circle, so huge that it covered the entire field of view, was blazing like lava. Soon after, the center of the magic circle opened and a huge dragon’s head appeared. In the end, even Kratyr screamed at the overwhelming size of the building, which surpassed the average building with only its head.

“Huh uh uh uh!”

“…mom.”

Itargand, who gazed at the sky, murmured devastatedly. Now even fainting people were appearing one after another.

At that time, an intense flash of light emanated from the dragon’s body, which was rolling its eyes here and there. It was only for a moment, but everyone in the plaza closed their eyes.

Before long, those who opened their eyes could see a woman sitting in an empty chair. The red dress and elegantly flowing hair down her shoulders were shining the same color as the scales of the dragon she had just seen. She looked down at Kratyr and opened her mouth.

【I’m sorry. Something happened for a while, so I urgently took care of it.]

Silence fell. Kratyr’s face was white. It seemed that the production was quite different from what was agreed upon.

“Ah … Ah ….”

It seemed to be ruined, but he was an adult, so he was responsible for the situation. Kratyr looked back at the freshmen with an awkward smile.

“…Welcome everyone. This is Navardoze.”