Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 188

188. Fire Mother (4)

#188

“…Welcome everyone. This is Navardoze.”

Kratyr said. Cheers did not immediately erupt. In the silence that had been maintained for a long time, a hum began to spread.

“Are you really the mother of fire? really?”

“A lie…it can’t be. The principal must have been playing a joke.”

“That’s why the magic circle just now is too…!”

The students couldn’t believe that she was Navardoze. However, Kratyr’s words were too bold to be a lie. The powerful who rule the world are often joked about, but only in private.

Most of all, they remembered the huge dragon’s head that had torn through the magic circle and appeared. The mana storm that was so intense that it seemed like it would wipe away even the soul. The woman who was looking at the chaos at the plaza opened her mouth.

【It’s Navardoze. Nice to meet you all.]

“…!”

At that moment, doubts disappeared from people’s minds. It was a voice that mortal vocal cords could never produce.

Silence descended again. But it was a silence that inflated like a balloon about to burst. A shout that erupted before long shook Phileon.

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“Then, let me introduce you to your seniors who will be living in the academy closest to you.”

“Wow! Welcome freshmen!”

“If you are a martial arts major, please join the armor fighting club!”

The entrance ceremony went smoothly. Realizing that Navardoze had no hostility, the students soon regained the innocence characteristic of boys and girls.

Despite the sudden situation, Kratir managed to manage the situation and lead the event. Of course, whenever I had a little bit of free time, I looked back at Navardoze and asked how he was doing.

“You have worked hard to come here from Adren. Are your seats comfortable?”

Rather than being the principal of Phileon Academy, he was more like a kind restaurant clerk. Well, who wouldn’t do that in front of the mother of fire? Navardoze nodded.

【Okay. Don’t worry and proceed.] After

expressing his gratitude, Kratir stepped up to the podium again. A clichéd but very good speech followed. Even in the midst of that, Ronan was staring at Navardoze all the time. The fact that it disappeared for a while and then reappeared bothered me.

‘Something seems to have happened.’

It was only a little bit, but the weariness was noticeable. On the surface of the horns growing on both sides of the head, there were small scratches that were not visible last night.

Above all, Itargand’s anxious gaze at his mother proved that something was wrong with her. Somehow it seemed to have something to do with the ‘offensive’ she had talked about the night before.

‘Is there a being or force that opposes Navardoze? whoever?’

I kept thinking, but no answer came. Deciding to ask later, Ronan looked down slightly from her face. No matter how many times he watched it, Ronan muttered involuntarily to the magnificent view.

“…I wish I had a dragon mother too.”

“hmm? What did you say just now?”

“it’s nothing.”

Ronan shook his head. His gaze was fixed on Navardoze’s chest. I thought the curve was unusual even though it was wrapped in a robe, but it was as expected.

‘Itargand you bastard.’

Nabi Rose and Marya were also quite good, but those were at a level where I couldn’t speak properly. Should we say that it is a difference that comes from the difference of race? Could it be that pockets that contain flames have developed?

If the person sitting next to me hadn’t been the emperor who ruled the empire, I would have jumped out of my seat right away and gave a standing ovation. If the dress had been cut a little more, it would have been impossible to stand up. Then the emperor, who had been touching his chin, opened his mouth.

“okay. Even Jim admires it every time he sees it.”

the emperor groaned. It was a very sympathetic tone. His gaze, which met for a moment, demanded a tacit agreement. I believe that what you and I are seeing is the same.

‘This man ate too much.’

Ronan chuckled. The two nodded their heads sadly and looked at Navardoze again. Ronan opened his mouth.

“Of course, I meant the scale of mana.”

“That’s natural. I can’t imagine anything else.”

“It’s different. For example?”

“……Oh look there. It seems like it’s nearing the end, and it looks like it’s going to do something again.”

The emperor, quietly ignoring Ronan’s words, extended his index finger and pointed at Kratyr. Indeed, he was preparing something big magic.

“Shouldn’t the boring speech be enough… and go in the order everyone expects?”

The students cheered. It seemed like he knew what was going to happen. The moment Kratir beckoned, the entire plaza began to wriggle and move. The ground went down and rose up again and again. Before long, the flat plaza was reconstructed into a huge circular arena. Kratyr said.

“Then, we will proceed with the ‘simple greeting’, which is the tradition of Phileon Academy. All freshmen and sophomores of the designated martial arts department, please come to the front.”

Ten students each from freshmen and sophomores stepped forward. Twenty students lined up facing each other in the middle of the arena. Itargand stood on the far left of the freshman procession. Ronan shrugged his eyebrows.

“oh. Were you senior?”

“I heard that that handsome young man is the son of Lord Navardoze, is that true?”

“that’s right. It shouldn’t be anything special.”

Ronan nodded. Itargand entered Phileon through the same procedure as other freshmen. I took the entrance exam and had an interview.

He changed his form to a younger version of Polymorph and took the pseudonym Ir. Everyone is going to call it that anyway, but why did you scream last night?

In any case, Itargand’s origins were kept secret, and most people did not know that he was a red dragon and the son of Navardoze. However, he received attention in his own way for being the head of the martial arts department and for his good looks.

Her aristocratic platinum hair was blowing in the wind. The cutie that flowed from her body was in no way inferior to Schlieffen or Elizabeth. Gossips could be heard from all over the audience.

“Isn’t that the kid who took out those wings before? Are you my brother?”

“I don’t know. He did look good.”

“I heard that the test magician engineer was pressed down by force, but where did that monster come from…”

Overall, the evaluation was excellent. Whenever such words came out, the corners of Navardoze’s mouth went up slightly. Several times she looked back at Ronan with a triumphant expression on his face, and he had to hint at the idea of what a wonderful son he had with periodic awkward smiles.

Suddenly, memories from three years ago flashed through my mind. Standing exactly there, I dealt with ten people at the same time. To reassure my worried older sister. It was quite a new feeling to think that he was sitting in the seat where Irill was sitting at the time.

‘I should have done well.’

Ronan looked down at Itargand. The stiff face was quite different from the usual arrogant and confident attitude. Tension was evident here as well.

“Somehow I feel uneasy…”

It wasn’t hard to guess why. Navardoze was staring at Itargand with sparkling eyes, pretending not to care. If it hadn’t been for a crowd of people, he would have gathered both hands and put them to his mouth and cheered for his son.

‘Uh. It’s burdensome.’

Ronan stuck out his tongue. If he had been Itargand, he would have vomited right there. At that time, Itargand and all but one of the sophomores descended from the arena. It seemed that the Dalian opponent had been decided.

The representative of the 2nd year was a young man who looked terribly reticent. His black hair and holding only a sword in his hand reminded him of his past self. The moment I saw the coronation, an indescribable anxiety came over me.

‘It looks like you really don’t listen… No, you shouldn’t have prejudice.’

Ronan shook his head to dispel any preconceived notions. yes i am not lyn You can’t judge people by what they look like.

It was in the middle of thinking like that. Wow! The young man who spat on the floor shouted as he pointed the point of his sword at Itargand.

“Haha, are you the freshman’s senior? It looks smooth!”

“Yes.”

“Looks like you have something great. Just looking at her face, she looks as fragile as a dandelion seed.”

ah. fuck.

For an instant, Ronan’s face hardened. The emperor sitting next to him sighed. The sound of Asher coughing violently could be heard from here while drinking water.

“Kek! Keek!”

They looked back at Navardoze without saying who came first. The mother of fire was looking at her son with an unchanging expression on her face. It seems that the gap between the eyebrows has narrowed a little, but it seems to be fine so far.

Provoking the dragon wasn’t a very good idea. It was in the middle of Ronan’s prayer, asking him not to do more.

“My name is Tiber Partyzan! Didn’t your mother teach you how to give names before a duel?”

Ronan gritted it. Hearing the word mother, Itargand frowned.

“…early.”

“name! I don’t know who built it, but the name is also strange.”

The son of a bitch named Tyver laughed as he twirled his sword. Kratyr looked at Navardoze with an expression that made him want to burst into tears at any moment.

“Do you know this? 787th was the last time a freshman beat a senior in a simple greeting at the martial arts department. Senior Ronan, whom I admire the most, took on 10 people at once and won.”

“So what do you mean?”

“I’m saying don’t expect such a miracle to happen to you. Headmaster, start the match!”

Tiber shouted, looking back at Kratyr. Whatever the intention, the atmosphere in the arena heated up thanks to his bold provocation.

“…that’s how it should be. Then let’s start the first greeting.”

Kratyr opened his mouth with his eyes tightly closed. Quaang! At the same time, Tyver’s new model shot forward. Exclamations erupted from all over the audience. It was a fairly sharp charge even for Ronan.

‘There must have been a reason for his confidence.’

It was so great that his madness was forgotten for a moment. It was clear that it was the result of countless efforts built on the rock of talent.

But unfortunately, the opponent wasn’t too good. It was the moment Tyver, who had reached Ir’s throat, fired a slash. Ir, who had been watching him quietly, swung the sword in his hand lightly. Kwaaang! Tiber bounced off and crashed into the opposite wall of the arena.

“Keo-eo-eok!”

A cobweb-shaped crack occurred at the place where Tyver collided. It was a sight that could only be seen at a sword festival. Ir glared at him and growled lowly.

“How dare you insult your mother.”

“Wait a minute!”

Tiber, who had not managed to faint, shouted in a terrified voice. He was pinned to the wall, unable to move. Itargand swung his sword into the air before anyone could say anything. Wow! Waves of fire rose along the sword path and poured down on the ground.

“Quaaaaaagh! help me!!”

Tyver screamed in agony. The red dragon’s flames, which set everything on fire, were rushing towards him. Ronan spurred on and stood up.

“That asshole!”

Eventually, the thing we feared happened. I warned him to control his strength, but it didn’t seem to work. Ronan, who strengthened leg strength with mana, leaped like a spring. fault! Landing in front of Tyver, he shouted in an annoyed voice.

“Keep down!”

“Ronan-senpai?!”

Ronan tugged at the hilt. The blood-red La Mancha was pulled out. When I focused my mind, the time stretched out. In a world where even the sound of the heart is stagnant, only Ronan and his sword move normally. Hundreds of white lines were drawn over the waves of flame.

“That’s…!”

“I am Navardoze?”

At that moment, Navardoze rose from his seat. The pupils that imitated humans were narrowed vertically.

The identity of the deja vu that had been wandering in her head since last night rose to the surface. Looking at it now, their faces are also stereotyped, so why couldn’t they recognize them at once? A bewitched voice escaped from between her parted lips.

“Yes. Is that child your son?”