Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 58

[ 58. Baidian Mountains (7) ]

#58

Brygia turned her head toward Sarante’s magic. La Mancha, who tore the shield, drew an arc. Awesome! Brygia’s head shot into the air.

“ah?”

Belatedly noticing the change, Brygia lowered her gaze. The youngster who was spraying sword strikes with his teeth clenched, and Sarante, who was carrying him, came into view.

Only then did Brygia realize that she could not feel the sensation below her neck. Suddenly, the world turned upside down and the sky appeared.

What is the blessing of the stars?

I tried to say something, but my voice wouldn’t come out. It darkened before my eyes and that was it.

Took. The head fell to the floor and rolled around. The thorns that followed Phrygia dispersed like mist. Ronan only let out a sigh of relief when he saw her body fall forward.

“Bitch like a dog…”

Fortunately, neither the severed head talking nor the tentacles growing from the severed surface did not occur. The body, which had been squirting blood and convulsing, soon became limp. At that time, Sarante, who had been carried on his back, vomited dark red blood.

“Cuck!”

“Damn it, you worked hard, Sarante. Just be patient.”

“…Ronan.”

“You can’t die.”

Ronan hurriedly laid Sarante on the floor. Bleeding from the affected area was still continuing. The intestines protruding from the waist down were dangling.

He was well aware of these types of injuries. It was a reasonable slander to go directly to the burial ground rather than to the field ward.

He tried pouring all the potions he had on the affected area, but to no avail. Ronan shouted, rolling his hand and bringing it to his mouth.

“Sita!!”

A voice echoed through the receding rain. Before long, a black shadow appeared cutting through the darkness. Sheeta flapped her four wings and flew straight towards Ronan.

“Damn it!”

“Fix this man. hurry.”

Fortunately, it seemed that the party hadn’t left the mountain range yet. Sheeta’s feathers were soaked with rainwater and sunk.

After shaking off her body once, Sheeta used her healing magic on Sarante and Ronan.

“Ppaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…!”

“This is…?”

The wound on Ronan’s shoulder healed quickly. Sarante’s bleeding stopped quickly. Sarante, whose complexion had returned to a slight degree, looked at Sheeta with mischievous eyes.

“It’s a strange feat… I’ve been curious from the beginning, what kind of animal is it…?”

“Damn, are you curious about that right now?”

“are you okay. It’s much better…if you don’t mind, could you take me to the statue of God…?”

Ronan twitched his lips. Without a word, he picked up Sarante and set him down in front of Seniel’s statue. Sarante laughed softly.

“You are such a good person. I’m glad I could see you even at the end…”

“Don’t talk like you’re going to die soon. If you go down the mountain range, you can ride the ghost horse, so just hold on until then.”

“Sure…you did a great job anyway. I never thought I would defeat Brygia…”

“Damn it, I still don’t know what’s what. What the hell is that bitch doing and why did she attack you?”

Brygia was strong. Even considering that his body was not properly matured, he was a tremendously powerful enemy. If he had fought her at this age in his previous life, he would have been defeated unconditionally.

If Brygia hadn’t been injured in the battle with Sarante, if she hadn’t shown an opening due to overconfidence in the protection of the stars, the current match would not have been guaranteed. Sarante looked at Brygia’s head with pity in her eyes and opened her mouth.

“Brigia Lemeheim…was one of the greatest magic swordsmen I know. At one time, he even served as the captain of the Knights of Rixoda. Enemy soldiers trembled just hearing the news of Remeheim’s shadow coming…”

Sarante gave a brief explanation of Brygia’s information and the reason she came to him. He said that Brygia was not the only one among his old friends who had defected.

When Ronan heard that she was one of the Nebula Klazie’s branch managers, he laughed.

“Damn it, he said he’s on a different level than the idiots he’s met so far.”

“He lost his faith and even gained a strange power…Anyway, I guessed from the first question, he was fighting the Church as expected…”

Ronan nodded. Sarante told me what he knew about Nebula Clazzi. The basic ideas and doctrines of starlight were not much different from what Ronan had previously known.

However, what surprised Ronan was that an organization called Nebula Klazier had existed since Sarante was a child. They said that they searched for the strong people of the early night, recruited them as members or killed them, and gradually increased their power.

“Countless assassins have come to visit… I’ve been calm and relaxed for the past few decades, but I never thought I’d send Brygia…” “Be

humble. Seeing how they use magic, it wouldn’t be strange if the captain came in person.”

“It’s the remnant of an old man… Come to think of it, how the heck did you destroy that shield…?”

“I do not know either. It just seemed like it would work.”

Ronan shook his head. The shield Phrygia showed was undoubtedly the same chest as Ahayute’s.

Of course, it was crude and immature to the point of being incomparable in all respects, but the characteristic of shedding or extinguishing most of the attacks was the same.

And Ronan was able to ignore that shield. Suddenly, Brygia’s words flashed through my mind.

– It’s not yet perfect, it’s this kind of power. I think I know why executives are trying to get promoted while using dragons.

“Fuck.”

Ronan spat out a curse. It was not difficult to infer that some members of the organization were able to handle the power of the giants, albeit weakly.

If that was true, I could understand why the existing strong players disappeared one by one. Powers like the protection of the stars ignored common sense. Then Sarante coughed up another bloody cough.

“Cuck!”

The splattered blood soaked the hem of Ronan’s trousers. The quantity was insignificant. Only then did Ronan notice that Sarante’s complexion was getting worse. Ronan hurriedly leaned over and squeezed Sarante’s hand.

“Damn Sarante.”

“Kuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. I don’t think there is much time left…

”

Sheeta was still using healing magic. He was exerting enough force to make his feather fall out, but basically the wound was too deep. Sarante, who turned his head and spat blood, continued.

“I don’t have time… Take my ring…if you show it to the librarian at the Dawning Mage Tower…you’ll get quite a bit of useful data…” ”

Data?”

“Your…curse…about…”

Ronan’s eyes widened. Sarante removed the ring from the ring finger of her left hand and held it out to him. The same mana was flowing from the jewel in the middle of the ring.

“It’s going to be a long… uh, hard… fight… For not being able to tell you to give up… Forgive me… I think there’s a reason Seniel… nested in Ronan… ”

“What do you mean? Did Seniel dwell?”

“It is… literally…”

Sarante wiggled and raised his hand. He reached out his index finger and stabbed Ronan in the chest.

“Right here…”

Sarante muttered the last of those words. It was an unintelligible language. Seeing all the nearby mana gathering towards him, Ronan floated wide open.

“What are you doing?”

“I need to rest… for a while…”

Suddenly, I felt Ronan’s Sarante’s hand getting hard. The leaked intestines went back into the body, and the surface of a rock began to cover the cut surface.

Sarante was literally turning to stone. Ronan involuntarily let go of his hand. As if waiting, the shriveled arm disappeared into the torso. Soon the murmur stopped.

“Sarante?”

Sarante did not answer. His lips were parted and hardened. The petrification phenomenon that started from the cut surface was climbing up his neck before he knew it.

Ronan gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. A few seconds later, when he lowered his head again, a rock was lying where Sarante had been. aww A sound like something breaking came from Ronan’s mouth.

“Damn it….”

It was a beautiful rock. It seemed that no jewel could match the beauty of that worn-out stone. The surface, polished over a long period of time, took on a delicate white color like the belly of a fish.

Suddenly the rain stopped. Only a thin drizzle soaked the ruins like a lingering aftertaste. Before long, the moon appeared through a gap in the torn clouds. Seeing the moonlight flowing through the grain of the rock, Ronan murmured softly.

“all right. I’ll do it.”

Ronan picked up the rock. It was lighter than I thought. Then a familiar voice came from behind.

“There it is. hey!”

“Oh my God, what is this… Ronan!”

“Oooh, slow down a little…!”

Ronan turned his head. Asher and Marja Braum were coming running wet. Asher was wrapped around Braum’s shoulder as if his mana had been depleted again. Seeing their clothes stained with blood, Ronan narrowed his brows.

“I told you not to come, why did you come? What is that blood?”

“sorry. I was late because I ran into an ogre on the way.”

Braum lowered his head as if he had no face. Ronan’s eyes widened.

“You ran into an ogre? did you guys win?”

“okay. barely. It was fortunate that he was seriously injured.”

“Who is sick?”

Ronan hurriedly checked the party’s whereabouts. Although everyone was exhausted, no one appeared to be injured. Marya, who was looking around the extension, opened her mouth.

“no one is here. Anyway what’s all this about? What about Sarante…?”

“This is Sarante.”

He pointed at the rock Ronan was holding with the tip of his chin. Marja frowned. As she was about to say something, Ronan turned her back.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Everyone, come here and dig some ground. How long will it take for Asher Mana to recover?”

“Yes?”

“Lie down in a good place for your neck until you recover to some extent. There is a lot to do.”

Ronan left those words and approached Brygia’s corpse. Marja met her eyes and screamed.

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa what?! Could it be that girl from earlier?”

“ok. It was a very dog bitch.”

“What the hell happened? And what are you going to do with that…?”

“Noisy man. Earth or dig.”

Ronan buried Brygia’s body in the ground. It was a courtesy to Sarante’s friend and formidable enemy. The party cleared the rubble and culled the Sarante’s luggage that lay beneath it. Upon hearing the circumstances, Asher cried and said,

“So Sarante is dead…?”

“Okay.”

Ronan pulled out his pipe. Unlike Sarante, Brygia’s body did not turn to stone. Perhaps Sarante literally turned to stone to restore himself. Ronan opened his mouth, looking at the shiny rock tied to his backpack.

“I hope not.”

By the time the work was finished, the dawn was rising. When the clouds receded, the sky took on a spotless, clear, wall-blue color.

In the place where the rubble had been cleared away, only Seniel’s statue remained standing tall. After stroking the idol once, Ronan looked back at the exhausted party and said.

“Everyone had a hard time.”

“you also.”

“It was an unforgettable club activity…”

The party nodded and encouraged each other. Every time the wind blew, the raindrops on the trees and blades of grass soaked my face. The scenery of the Baidian Mountains, stretching in the early morning sun, despite the turmoil of the previous day, seemed extremely peaceful.

They descended the mountain in half a day. I reached the main road and blew the whistle, and within thirty minutes the ghost horse appeared.

The first activity of the express adventure club is over. The party arrived at Phileon around noon that day. It took more time than when I came because the original body had a lot of luggage.

****

The day after club activities.

“Aaaaa!!”

A scream echoed from Professor Varen Panasir’s office. In Baren’s hand was a piece of paper titled [Club Activity Report].

Baren’s mane stood on end every time he read each line written in Ronan’s handwriting.

“Why is that, Baren? I submitted it because I was told to submit it. You followed the rules and the timing just right.”

Ronan was sitting brazenly in front of him, legs crossed, drinking tea. Baren continued, holding his mane with one hand.

“Right now, school rules and activity times are not the problem! W Is everything here true? Unauthorized rental of ghost horses. Ogre eradication. Orc massacre using handicrafts…!”

“of course. I am not a liar.”

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

Varen sat down on the sofa. A moan close to a scream escaped from his mouth. I also thought that Ronan was good at not writing everything down. Things like Sarante being turned into a stone, beheading an executive from Nebula Clazie…

“Anyway, it’s all true, so please report it to your superiors. I will submit the plan for the next club activity soon.”

“You mean the next activity? Do you think that would be possible?”

“Sure. The conversation with old man Kratyr is already over? Professor Baren just needs to do nothing and read our delightful adventures.”

Baren was at a loss for words. He still couldn’t forget the shock of the ghost horse rental bill.

After emptying the teacup for the third time, Ronan stood up. He said, putting the bundle he had brought on the table.

“Then I’ll go. This is a gift, so be sure to unwrap it.”

“Wait a minute!”

“I have a class, so I’ll go. Thank you so much and I will be grateful in the future Varen!”

Ronan ran out of Baren’s office as if he were running away. Like a soldier who witnessed the death of a comrade in front of his eyes, Baren looked at the place he had left with empty eyes.

– Phi?

At that time, Marfez, who was grooming his feathers, pecked at the bundle Ronan had left behind. The loosely tied knot untied, revealing the contents inside. Varen’s eyes widened.

“This…?”

The bundle was filled with herbs and mushrooms that he had never seen before. The grotesquely twisted weeds were all exuding unusual energy. Some of them had living roots and seemed like they could be grown.

****

After leaving Baren’s office, Ronan headed to the club area, the Nest. He recalled the image of Marja, who was struggling with the settlement of accounts in the middle of the day.

“I’m going to have a hard time this time.”

The value of the items obtained from the Baidian Mountains was beyond imagination. At the end of the discussion, Ronan and the party separated the items to be sold and the items to be used. He remembered the expected earnings Marja had told him about.

‘I’d really buy a house too.’

It seemed like it was time to call Erill out of Nimburton. As I thought about this and that, before I knew it, I arrived at the club building that reminded me of a tavern. When I opened the door, I saw a dusty interior.

“What is it, hasn’t anyone come yet?”

The interior was desolate. Apparently, everyone was late because of their busy schedules.

Are you training? As the car was about to step forward, the stairs leading to the second floor creaked and someone slowly walked down. Ronan frowned at the boy he hadn’t seen in a month.

“Why are you here?

“Come. Ronan.”

It was still an unlucky top plate. As if it hadn’t been managed, the back of his hair caught his eye. Schlieffen looked at Ronan with sharper eyes and opened his mouth.

“Let’s have a little talk.”