Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 273

273. Heist (2)

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“What the fuck is this.”

Ronan’s eyes widened as if they were going to pop out. An indescribable horror unfolded. The tidy house had turned into a mess as if a typhoon swept through it.

Headless corpses were scattered all over the house. They were all bodyguards sent by the emperor.

The bloodstains scattered randomly throughout the house were coagulating into a sticky consistency. The furniture, which Irill and Schlieffen had picked out one by one, had been dismembered.

The most notable thing was the scars on the floor, walls and ceiling. The rough yet sharp traces reminded me of the scene where two huge beasts ran amok.

“This… what the heck…”

It was as if my eyes were spinning. I couldn’t breathe properly as if my chest had been pressed by a rock. I thought it was a nightmare, so I clenched my fist hard enough to bleed, but there was no change in the scenery I was looking at.

It was in the midst of Ronan’s attempt to regain his composure as much as possible by washing his face dry. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a corner of the house. The fabric, which I had seen many places, was torn and scattered.

“no.”

Ronan involuntarily recited. The pure white hem was undoubtedly from the one-piece dress my sister liked to wear. It was something he bought for himself at a clothing store when I invited him to Jedo the day before entering Phileon.

“no. no.”

The face of Iril, who smiled brightly saying that he would wear it for the rest of his life, was good in his eyes. Ronan’s head turned white. slap. A daffodil fell from his hand and fell into a puddle of blood.

“sister!!”

Out of breath, Ronan shouted and ran. He searched every room in the house in less than a minute. However, Iril was nowhere to be seen even after looking at the underground shelter.

“This…!”

Instead he found something else. It was so weak that it took me a while to find it. The sparkling mana, the symbol of Nebula Klazie, was finely smeared all over the house.

The moment he saw the flickering mana of dust, something in Ronan’s head was disconnected. Goo Oh … intense life over his shoulders began to boil.

“Nebula… Clarge.”

In my two lives, I had never felt such an intense murderous intent. Ronan grabbed the hilt. The disappearance of my sister was, of course, their fault.

Had I been kidnapped? I hate to imagine, but could it be that he was already murdered? The anger that rose above the swamp of despair was clouding his thinking.

The limbs of all prisoners will be cut off. Eyeballs and fingernails will be plucked out and sent to the bereaved. At least one of them will be able to spit on his sister’s whereabouts.

If you want to see hell, you have to do it. It was the car Ronan, who had made such a resolution, strode toward the front door. Something pulled at his collar from behind.

“Subtract.”

“…Sita.”

Ronan stopped in place. Sheeta put her head through the window and bit the hem of his clothes. Big, red eyes were staring at him.

“Byaaah…”

I couldn’t understand the words, but I seemed to understand what Sheeta was talking about. My companion, who had been with me for three years, was asking with his eyes what you should do now.

‘This bastard.’

Ronan twitched his lips. Come to think of it, Sheeta must have felt the same pain.

After coming to Phileon, it was Sheeta who had spent more time with Iril than herself. I used to follow her almost like a mother while receiving lots of love.

“Damn it…”

His nose swelled up. Suddenly, an unbearable amount of shame came upon me. Even animals that can’t speak know how to control their emotions.

Ronan’s vision, blurred by anger, returned to normal. He nodded his head, wiping away the tears he had unknowingly shed.

“okay. You’re right.”

“Damn it!”

Sheeta laughed. Ronan admitted he was overexcited. I almost foolishly messed up.

“…Let’s stay calm.”

Ronan took a deep breath. Like Sheeta advised, it was still too early to despair. Nothing has been revealed yet except for the traces of his fight with Nebula Clazier and the disappearance of his sister.

‘Since there is no body, there is a high possibility that he did not kill him. Is the hostage-taking the goal?’

First, I had to figure out Iril’s whereabouts by going through the clues one by one. Even the culprit if possible. It was the car he was groaning with his eyes closed. Suddenly, the existence of a certain tool crossed my mind.

“Blood needle.”

Ronan muttered. A valuable magic tool that points to the owner of the blood on the needle. It was an object used when chasing Barca Turgeng in the north.

Adeshan could have tracked down his sister if he used the blood needle he had. Assuming, of course, that there is Iril’s blood on the scene and that she is still alive.

There was no time to think about what to do once it was decided. Ronan first took out a magic tool for communication. Soon after blowing mana into the shell, Adeshan’s voice was heard.

“Oh Ronan? what’s the matter?”

“Adeshan. My sister is missing. I think I was kidnapped by Nebula Klage.”

“what?! Suddenly, that’s…”

“Sorry I’m busy, but send me some reinforcements. Schlieffen Don’t tell that bastard. Because he will come running even after fighting a dragon.”

After Ronan said that, he cut off the communication. I’m sorry to Adeshan, but I didn’t have time to explain even the smallest details. Ronan put his hand on Sheeta’s head.

“Sita. Please do me a favor.”

“Did you get it?”

“Sort the blood of the people here. Don’t miss out on one.”

Ronan stretched out his finger and pointed at the corpses strewn about the room. Sheeta nodded happily.

Faaaaa…! Red eyes shone brightly. Bloodstains scattered all over the scene began to rise in the form of drops. Ronan said in a worried voice.

“good. Be careful not to mix them up.”

“Kyanbat.”

Sheeta snorted as if not to worry. Red eyes twinkled once more. The tangled blood began to separate into dozens of branches.

“…you’re good.”

Ronan exclaimed slightly. I wondered when my skills improved so much. There were at least dozens of people, but Sheeta did an elaborate separation. Before long, the bloodstains were all gone and twenty-four spheres floated over the living room.

The spheres of blood were each of different sizes. Taking a deep breath, Ronan began examining the spheres one by one. Please have your sister’s blood. But hopefully not too many. It was about five minutes later.

“shit.”

Ronan frowned. Iril’s blood was nowhere to be seen. If it existed, you would be able to notice it by the shape of mana, but it was the same no matter how many times you looked at it. he asked Sheeta.

“…isn’t it?”

“Panuuuuu…”

Sheeta groaned as she lowered her head. There was no way Sheeta, who was helping her older sister, would not have noticed it. First of all, the first operation was a failure. Ronan, who was muttering to himself, spat out curse words.

“No fuck. Still, it’s too early to give up.”

“Ppa!”

Sheeta flapped her wings in agreement. The screams of passers-by echoed with the sound of the strong wind, but there was no time to pay attention to such things. Ronan opened his eyes again and began observing the bloody orb.

‘One of these is the criminal’s blood.’

We fought like this, but it was even weirder if we didn’t shed a single blood. It was a scar that would never remain if the intruder had cut the guards by an overwhelming gap. A few more minutes later.

“uh?”

Ronan raised his eyebrows. There was one more sphere too small to see. He winked, and Sheeta raised the sphere to Ronan’s eye level.

“This is… I’m sure…”

Ronan instinctively noticed that this was blood on the cleaver. A drop of blood the size of a thumb nail was shining in a slightly different color from the other spheres.

‘Where did I see this?’

Ronan’s eyes narrowed. I hadn’t noticed it earlier because I was excited, but I felt something familiar. It was while he was touching his face.

“no way…!”

In an instant, goose bumps ran through my body. Memories of the past floated to the surface. The appearance of the blood glistening in front of my eyes had definitely been seen in the memory of the savior.

Not completely red, but slightly purple blood contained sparkling mana. Ronan, barely breathing, opened his mouth.

“Abel.”

It was the blood of Abel, the religious leader he had been searching for so long. Ronan unknowingly fiddled with his neck. Even though it happened in the image world, the sensation of his throat being cut by his sword was still vivid.

‘This crazy bastard came directly? To kidnap my sister?’

Come to think of it, the knife marks that covered the interior were also familiar. It was Abel’s sword scars, unmistakably smeared with malice in every stroke. Suddenly, a question raised its head.

“Then who did that?”

Ronan’s gaze was focused on the sword marks of the one who fought against Abel. Even from his picky point of view, it was an amazing swordsmanship.

Abel. So, like the savior’s sword, the design wasn’t perfect. However, the anomalous and sharp were never pushed by Abel’s sword.

I’m sorry to the emperor, but there shouldn’t be a great person among the guards who can use this kind of swordsmanship. If so, it means that a third person intruded, but if this happened, my head hurt again. Who the hell are you? How could you not shed a drop of blood against Abel?

“Pyaaaaaa!”

“ok?”

It was the moment when Ronan was thinking about this and that. Suddenly, Sheeta let out a cry as if to look over there. Sheeta was staring at Iril’s room, where the door was open, with her hair pulled back.

“what’s the matter? It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.”

“Pal-ha-ha-ak!”

Ronan shrugged. However, Sheeta went up to his sleeve and expressed her intention to go to Iril’s room. It was an incomprehensible action, but Ronan did it once.

“…Shit.”

Entering the room, Ronan gritted his teeth. The tidied room smelled like Iril’s hair. His nose grew cold again, but Ronan struggled to shake off his sadness. It was the car he was looking around the room.

“hmm?”

Suddenly, an unnatural trace was caught in his field of vision. There were only bread crumbs on the floor in front of the bed. It was as if the delicately shiny thing had just fallen on its face.

‘if.’

Ronan pushed the bed with a feeling of just in case. Then a small box appeared. Unrecognizable characters were engraved on the surface of the stone.

“This…”

The strange atmosphere was something that in many ways did not go well with Leel. Click. After picking up the box, Ronan tightened his fingers and the box opened without much resistance. His eyes widened as he looked inside.

“…Blood needle?”

A mechanical device resembling a compass was placed inside the box. It was a needle that tracks blood. It was much more luxurious than the one I was using when chasing Barca, but the fundamental design was the same.

But what really surprised Ronan was not the existence of the blood needle. On the inside of the box was an inscription in a common language. Ronan read it slowly with his eyes.

[My son. Celebrating Ronan’s coming-of-age ceremony.]

-Cain.

It was a little lumpy, but it was recognizable enough. It felt like I had been hit in the head with a hammer. Is this what your father left behind?

The blood needle’s red needle was pointing north, where the Sea of Ghosts was. coming-of-age ceremony. My sister’s assurance that she prepared a special gift. Pieces of information floating around in my head were coming together one by one.

It was the car he was trying to say to Sheeta. Kwaaang! Suddenly the front door burst open and a man ran in. The face of the man in the dark blue uniform was white as if he would faint at any moment. Ronan, who met his eyes, opened his mouth.

“Have you come? Schlieffen.”