Academy’s Genius Swordmaster - Chapter 75

[ 75. Resuscitation (1) ]

#75

It was a rigged match in the first place. The moment I realized that, the slashes poured out. Dozens of red lines were engraved on the defenseless body. Ronan’s voice echoed through the rapidly blurring vision.

“I am sorry. He is an uneducated man.”

Balzac’s consciousness was cut off.

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“…umm.”

Balzac opened his eyes. My ears were deaf and my back felt cold. A familiar voice was heard from somewhere.

“Isn’t it dead?”

“I have three essences, so I won’t die…I’m almost done regenerating.”

“Then I’m glad. Usually, if that thing is cut in half, it will die.”

At last, the head appeared to have been regenerated. However, there was no feeling anywhere in the body.

Balzac raised his head and looked around. He was lying in the middle of a huge pool of blood.

The regenerating body was reminiscent of pottery glued together. Fragments of his body were floating in the bloody water. slap. Putting his head down again, he murmured in a low voice.

“…lost.”

“Oh, I woke up.”

Balzac concentrated without speaking. The puddle began to dry up quickly. Eventually, having absorbed all of his blood and flesh, he stood up. Not a single thread was attached to the regenerated body. Ronan’s impression was crumpled.

“Oh fuck. Put on something.”

“How faint was I?”

“About 10 minutes.”

“Thirty times is the time I could have killed.”

Balzac picked up a rag from the floor and wrapped it around himself. Then, without saying a word, he placed his hand on his chest.

A crimson glow oozing from the place where the heart was, wrapped around his fingers. Balzac said, holding out the essence of fresh blood.

“Take it.”

“It’s exciting, so it’s good.”

“It’s the same as each other making dirty moves. I lost and you won.”

There was no emotion in that voice. Ronan nodded. Ophelia, who had been watching, approached with Sheeta. said Balzac, turning to her.

“Ophelia. It’s been a while since I met you, but you only showed me your ugly face. sorry.”

“No, you fought well.”

“There is no need for ostentation. Anyway, have you forgiven me now?”

Only then did Ophelia realize that she was within three steps of Balzac. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth.

“It’s not like that… but if it’s this distance…”

“Is it the first step in 200 years? I am thrilled.”

Balzac let out a laugh, baring his fangs. Ophelia remained expressionless and did not react. Together with Sheeta, she began processing the essence that was pulsating in Balzac’s hand.

“Right like that. It feels like it’s slowly freezing.”

“Subtract.”

A very precise blood magic was performed. A lump of pure mana was transforming into a tangible substance.

Before long, the essence of the fresh blood that had been processed was bitten into Sheeta’s mouth. The jewel-shaped crystal was beautiful as if it contained all the red colors in the world. Ronan said while gently stroking Sheeta’s head.

“Good job. You really did everything today.”

“Payah~”

Sheeta purred and delivered the essence to Ronan. At that moment, letters lined up like chains came out from Ronan’s and Balzac’s pits. After confirming that the blood pact had expired, Balzac turned around.

“Then I will go. When the opportunity arises, we will meet again, Ophelia.”

“huh. bye.”

Suddenly, the cloak that covered Balzac’s body fell off. Ronan spat out a curse. However, what was revealed under the cloak was not a naked pervert, but a gray-brown giant bat. The one-eyed bat looked back at Ronan and opened his mouth.

“Ronan. I will remember you.”

“Is that so? Do not use integers well.”

“Be strong. Expect a proper match next time.”

Balzac spread his wings. The wingspan seemed to be well over 4m. With just one flap of his wings, his figure disappeared. Ronan murmured as he looked at the place where Balzac had left.

“I thought you were going to give a damn, but it’s surprising.”

“huh. Because he is such a man.”

“Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

. Just in time, the polymorph was released and his true form returned. He was frightened, fearing that Balzac, whose heart was twisted, would attack him.

‘It was terribly strong. really.’

It was possible to win only through all sorts of dirty and despicable means. If it hadn’t been a real battle, there would have been a very high probability of defeat. The need to be strong again felt desperate.

‘I’ll have to do it again after my body grows up a bit. Because I’m dirty.’

It was too strong an enemy to deal with with the body of a child. Ronan, who had calmed down to some extent, smiled. It was never an honorable match, but winning was winning anyway. He turned to Ophelia and said.

“thank you. I lived thanks to you.”

“no. I didn’t… do nothing.”

“At times like this, you spit on the floor and tell me to give everything you have if you know it.”

It was sincere. Without Ophelia, many things would have gone wrong. After stretching, Ronan turned his back.

“Then go back first. I’m going to look around here some more.”

“Robbing is…not recommended.”

“Damn, do I look pathetic enough to steal money covered in bone meal? I have something to find out.”

I was attracted to the fact that the architectural style was similar to that of Sarante’s temple. Ronan left the banquet hall with those words.

I hadn’t even thought about it, but I thought it would be okay to pick it up if I saw a suitable piece of gold. Ophelia, who had been standing at a distance, followed him.

“Go. It may take a while.”

“no. I like things like this too… There’s nothing to do anyway.”

“I see.”

Ronan nodded. The two walked around the tomb together. There were damaged or scorched traces everywhere, as if it had already been robbed several times.

“Anyway, I’ve been wondering since before, what’s the relationship between the two of you? Have you ever dated before?”

“It’s just a childhood friend. Balzac… spent his childhood in our castle.”

“There was a sense of distance for being a normal childhood friend. You treated me like a mutt running after something.”

“Yeah…because you killed my sister.”

A chilly silence fell. damn it Ronan muttered in a whisper. He was trying to find a way to turn back time. Ophelia opened her mouth again.

“…it’s not that I don’t understand. Because my brother tried to assassinate the Grand Duke. Balzac is a hero who kept the peace of his family and the night world at the same time.”

“what?”

“I still couldn’t forgive him. I really loved my sister.”

Ophelia spoke calmly. Her lively sister said that one day she suddenly changed. Everything was futile and pessimistic in everything. In the end, he tried to assassinate the Grand Duke of Shadow, saying that useless order should be destroyed.

“My younger sister at that time was… strange. Just like being a different person.”

“Do you have any idea why that happened?”

“Hmm…I don’t know about that. I haven’t been out of the room since I became weird.”

“I’m sorry.”

“huh. The heart…it’s really hard.”

Ophelia closed her mouth for the last time. The two of them walked down the dark hallway in silence. Soon there was a dead end. Ronan scratched his head and murmured.

“I thought there must be something… wasn’t it?”

There was nowhere else to dig. It seemed that I had lost my senses. There are days like this. It was the car Ronan, who had muttered, tried to turn around. Suddenly, Sheeta grabbed Ronan’s collar and pulled him.

“Pan. Subtract.”

“ok? what’s the matter?”

Ronan turned his head. Nothing was visible. Then Sheeta fired a blood bullet the size of a fist at the blocked wall. Kwaaang! Part of the wall was destroyed and mana began to flow through the gap.

“This…?”

It was a familiar mana. Ronan tugged at the hilt. At the same time as seven slashes were fired, the fragmented wall collapsed. A hidden space has been revealed. Ophelia’s eyes widened.

“I can’t believe there was a space like this…”

It was a small room with elaborate reliefs on three sides. A subtle mana was floating around the room. Ronan looked around and raised his eyebrows. In the middle of the room there was an ugly rock.

“…Seniel?”

The form was different, but the feel was the same. It was undoubtedly the same item that was placed in the temple of Sarante.

A new statue of Seniel that was created after being exposed to rain and wind for a thousand years. Sarante became a rock, leaving behind the words that the great will resided in Ronan.

Ronan approached the statue as if possessed. Then he put his hand on the bumpy surface. Ronan’s eyes widened at the strange sensation of cold water running through his veins.

“What the fuck?”

I hurriedly removed my hand, but the unknown sensation still roamed through my body. Ophelia muttered in a slightly startled voice.

“…it’s gone.”

“ok?”

“The mana flowing out of the rock… is gone.”

When I heard it, it really was. The mana floating around the room was no longer visible. It was a situation that could only be thought of as being absorbed by Ronan himself.

“…what?”

Ronan narrowed his brows and sighed. However, no matter how much I thought about it, the answer did not come out. The feeling of cold that traveled through his body soon disappeared.

He made his way out of the tomb after bowing once to the statue, as Sarante had done. The closer we got to the exit, the thicker the watery smell. It was the moment I had just stepped out of the stone gate.

Shih! Suddenly, a thick crossbow shot straight ahead. Ronan swung his sword at the same time as Baldo. The crossbow, cut in half, fell to the floor.

“What is this again?”

“Hee-hee…! A freak monster!”

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound. A grim-looking man was holding a crossbow and staring at him. Ophelia, who was standing next to her, opened her mouth.

“It smells familiar. It must be one of the children below.”

“aha. Would it be right to kill him?”

“huh.”

Ophelia snorted. The man hurriedly turned and started running towards the swamp. She reached out and chanted an incantation. Ronan, thinking about something, blocked Ophelia’s way.

“Yes…? What are you doing?”

“wait. I think something will work right now.”

The distance between him and the man was about ten steps. Concentrating his mind, Ronan aimed at him and swung La Mancha. Fuck! The sword shot through the sword path hit the man’s thigh.

“Quaaaaagh!”

“also.”

The man screamed and collapsed. Ronan quickly caught up. A cut so deep that you could see the bone was carved into the back of his thigh.

“Save me! I will never hang out with vampires again!”

The man struggled on his half-cut leg and took a step back. The splashing blood was soaking the blades of grass. Ronan clicked his tongue and murmured.

“I couldn’t cut it.”

“What happened?”

Ophelia asked in a surprised voice. Ronan’s swordsmanship was clearly stronger than when he fought Balzac. Ronan shook his head from side to side.

“I do not know either. Maybe the stone has something. Seeing what happened all of a sudden.”

Considering that the existing range was about three steps, it was a remarkable development. Come to think of it, the shock when firing the sword was also reduced. Ronan was about to slit the man’s neck. Suddenly Ophelia tugged at his sleeve.

“Wait… can you leave that to me?”

“ok? what’s the matter?”

“That…you know…”

Ophelia blushed. She avoided Ronan’s eyes and placed a hand on her belly. Hey, he was a vampire too. Ronan nodded and patted Ophelia on the shoulder.

“I got it. Then eat slowly.”

“Um…thank you.”

“Wait a minute… are you eating?”

Ronan didn’t answer and turned around and started walking. The man freaked out and backed away. White fangs glittered between Ophelia’s slightly parted lips. A mist of water rising from the swamp swallowed the two of them. Soon, a desperate scream rang out.

“Aaaaaaaa!!”

When the fog cleared, all that was left was skin like skin.

****

Ronan arrived in Phileon on Sunday morning. The moment I set foot on the campus, I was suddenly fatigued. I couldn’t believe it all happened in one day.

“…I have to do my job and go to sleep.”

If I had the same mind, I wanted to lie down in bed without taking off my socks, but I couldn’t. Ronan went straight to Phileon 41 Tower, where Jarodin was. smart smart Not long after knocking on the office door, a dry voice returned.

“Is it Ronan?”

“yes.”

“wait.”

The sound of unlocking the latch resounded. The door opened and a more emaciated wearer bug appeared. Ronan frowned.

“Damn, you live on rice, right? How come you look thinner?”

“never mind. What’s going on?”

“I have a present. Voila.”

Ronan took out the essence of the gore from his pocket and showed it. Jarodin’s expressionless eyes widened as if they would pop out.

He hurriedly grabbed Ronan’s wrist and pulled him into the office. bang! Jarodine, who slammed the door shut, spoke in a trembling voice.

“Where the hell did you get this…?”

“A friend of the professor gave it to me.”

“friend…?”

“That’s Okay. Are you really okay anyway? You still look sick.”

“I am OK. That’s not what’s important now.”

Suddenly, Jarodine raised a hand. As soon as all seven latches were locked, the floor began to move. Soon after, a spiral staircase leading to the laboratory appeared. Jarodine opened his mouth while holding onto Ronan’s shoulders.

“We must begin the 144th experiment. Right now.”