Survival 95

Prev I TOC I Next

“An Aura Cultivation Method, huh…”

Unlike magic that manifests mana outward causing anomalies,

Aura involves compressing mana internally to strengthen muscles, and even further, weapons.

Naturally, it was an essential skill for warriors wielding swords or other weapons.

“Wait, Lucy, is that approved by your family?”

It was not strange that Elizabeth, who had been silent until now, was surprised.

Only to the bloodline of the family.

Only to the knights who swore loyalty to the family.

Even among the commoner class, only some mercenaries shared this skill, which was as complex to transmit as magic.

‘No wonder young mercenaries enter the academy with the aim to refine better cultivation methods’.

The reaction of the allied petitioners alone made it clear how resolute Luciana had become.

“Don’t worry too much, Liza. Hans is my personal servant and has proven his loyalty to the Speda family several times over. It’s the same now.”

“But even so, without the Sword Master’s permission…”

“Father’s permission? Ha, don’t worry. This is the academy. And here, I am the only Speda.”

And then she finally dropped a bombshell.

“If I teach the Aura Cultivation Method, who could possibly stop me?”

“What, what do you mean…?”

Uncharacteristically for the wise Elizabeth, she stuttered, forgetting even to reply.

Indeed, I felt the same way.

‘Luciana is going behind her family’s back?!’

She had always prioritized her family.

-I am defeated. I have no face to return to my family, nor to see my father.

Even during their decline, Luciana always spoke of her family and acted accordingly.

‘But for her to suddenly act like this?’

Even I, a devoted fan watching from beyond the screen, experienced cognitive dissonance.

“Lucy, think again.”

Perhaps it’s because she is nobility.

Elizabeth was quicker to regain her composure and urgently tried to dissuade Luciana.

“The family’s Aura Cultivation Method is allowed to only a very select few. Isn’t it too dangerous for Hans, from a different family region and also my fiancé?”

Elizabeth warned her, having thoroughly thought it through.

Luciana shook her head gently.

“I understand your concerns. However, I have no regrets about my decision.”

A warm yet firm look of trust was directed at me.

“Though there was no permission from the family, and it may seem unilateral, Hans will surely become a great strength to me and the family. For his growth, investing in the cultivation method is something I can definitely provide.”

[Speda Family Camp Fame Requirement Met]

[NPC ‘Luciana’s Affection Requirement Met]

[‘Luciana’s Enlightenment Passed On]

[All Special Conditions (3/3) Have Been Met!]

[Reward: You are granted the right to be taught the Skill <Speda Aura Cultivation Method>.]

As soon as her words ended, the status screen flickered.

I must have already satisfied the necessary fame and affection, and it seems she figured something out on her own during the duel with Professor Marks.

“I am grateful for Lady Luciana’s consideration.”

Understanding the whole situation, I quickly knelt before her.

‘What a windfall!’

In the game, due to locks preventing the fame of factions from rising too high, the Speda family’s Aura Cultivation Method was something I could never have obtained.

‘Just when I was thinking about extending my reach to Aura as well.’

Until now, I had defeated enemies solely with evasion and counterattacks, but there are limits to this.

As someone focusing on close combat, to face opponents above Aura Expert level and even to defeat calamities including the Demon King, I needed to grow.

‘The Speda family, known for their swordsmanship and Aura, must be overpowered.’

It was just like Luciana.

Beautiful, generous, and even caring for her subordinates.

How could I not develop loyalty?

“I’m not sure if I can live up to that heavy trust, but I will try.”

“Your efforts have already been proven, just now and even in the past.”

Our eyes met, lord and servant.

Only someone who had interacted with her as much as I had could notice.

The slight enchantment in her trust.

The faint doubt about whether her decision was correct.

That made me even happier.

Because I could feel Luciana, albeit clumsily, changing enough to twist her own convictions.

It made me think that I could change history, her destiny.

I was utterly satisfied.

“It is an honor. I will always do my best to assist you, Lady Luciana.”

I tried my best to speak eloquently to erase any remaining trace of anxiety she might have had.

“Heh, your words are reassuring indeed.”

As I was mesmerized by her deep blue eyes,

“Ahem!”

Not an intruder, no.

With a fake cough from the fiancée, Luciana was the first to turn her head.

“It seems I’ve unintentionally interrupted your moment.”

“It’s fine. After all, it’s related to work, enemies, people! It was all business-related.”

Luciana faced her with a smile blooming on her face.

But between the narrowed eyes, jealousy blazed in her pupils.

It was easy to tell that I was the object of that jealousy.

“But are you sure you’re okay? You’re already learning magic. Walking the path of both Aura and magic at the same time is known to be highly inefficient.”

“Of course.”

How could I not know that?

In the game, owning both magic and Aura skills incurred a penalty.

[Wow, you can use magic and Aura at the same time? This game is epic.]

[Looks like a perfect setup for a magic swordsman.]

[Oh, you newbie…]

[Reward: Added a failed character!]

[Should delete and start a new character now?]

It was a mix of pity and mockery.

It wasn’t for no reason that posts about choosing both Aura and magic skills immediately attracted a barrage of comments in the community.

The game’s setting explained that dividing limited mana between two areas significantly reduced efficiency.

In-game, this led to disadvantages in damage calculation, doubled mana consumption, and a halved rate of skill proficiency…

Due to various penalties attached to this choice, most players focused on developing either Aura or magic alone.

If one could satisfy physical attacks with swordplay and defense, damage, and healing with magic, wouldn’t that be overpowered? Such shallow tricks did not work in <Under the Chandelier>.

It was a game of hellish difficulty.

‘That’s why there were rumors about the strongest old-timer.’

An unusual entity that mastered both magic and Aura.

Despite starting significantly late as a commoner, his Aura was at an expert level.

He was skilled enough to create his own unique magic.

Thus, posts jokingly questioned what would have happened if ‘Professor Marks had focused solely on Aura or magic?’

Sometimes, this was a hot topic for community discussions.

“Yes. Of course, you would know. My beloved fiancé is already a mage, after all. Magic is certainly better than Aura! Maybe I should teach you more about magic? I’ll explain it to you kindly, one step at a time!”

Elizabeth reached out her hand towards me, with a smile hiding her dark intentions.

But that was the wrong approach.

‘Sword skills with Luciana? Do you think I’d just stand by and watch?’

Despite her previous jealousy.

It was still a problem because her intentions were too clear.

“In the martial arts tournament too. You definitely have talent! If I just help you a little, you can surely flourish!”

Unfortunately, Elizabeth.

To instill such vain hopes.

I knew my limits all too well.

“Come on, cheer up! Magic isn’t all about talent! Aren’t you proud of your flexible thinking? If you combine various spells, surely…!”

I had already given up on magic every night.

Trying to find something to praise in someone without talent was something I had heard from Bathory.

“That’s quite enticing.”

“Right? So, let’s go to my room…”

“But advice biased by love isn’t always right.”

Elizabeth froze with a smile still on her face.

I drove the point home.

“What…?”

“People say that you know your own situation best. It’s true I’ve started learning magic, but it’s merely a supplementary means.”

You’re trying to overpower me with logic?

And tie it to combat?

The very combat in this intense game that made me see it through to the end?

“Didn’t you see in that match where you fell for me, Elizabeth? My main combat style is dagger technique. As long as I use a sword, to reach higher levels, I must learn Aura.”

“Ugh…! Who fell for whom….”

Elizabeth glanced at Luciana and steadied her rough, angry breathing. She covered her mouth and gave a shaky smile with twinkling eyes. “What if things aren’t going as you want?”

At that moment, Elizabeth, wearing a sullen expression, whispered softly. Her eyelashes fluttered, her acting was quite impressive. “It’s all for you, my fiancé. Having already mastered magic, your body has become incompatible with Aura. The champion of the martial arts tournament could become a nobody, a mere half-penny. That would be miserable.”

That was true. Bearing all sorts of penalties could indeed weaken me for now. But one mustn’t worry about immediate losses if aiming for greater gains. 

‘Sticking to just one form of combat would make me obsolete compared to others.’

The Crown Prince, Oparn, Luke… To stand beside Luciana and to maximize my strengths, I needed to pursue a growth that utilized both swordplay and magic. My basic combat style is based on evasion and counter-attacks with dagger skills, making Aura essential. Yet, it would be a pity to give up on magic, which can introduce numerous variables. So, I had to learn both.

“Haven’t we seen the perfect counterexample with our own eyes?”

“…What?”

“Professor Marks.”

“That’s just him being an exception, and you are different!”

“Well, I suppose I’m not quite ordinary either.”

Starting with how I use mana. Experience is better than hearsay. I lightly cut my hand with a dagger in front of her. “Did you know? Vampires use blood instead of mana for magic.”

“What are you trying to say? Get to the point.”

“That means, since I’ve made a pact with Lady Bathory, I’ve made it possible.”

My blood that was falling towards the ground transformed into a streak of light. It was the Flash magic I had displayed in the coliseum. “Since I don’t use the inherent mana in my body to cast spells, there’s no real issue in accepting Aura.”

“Elizabeth, you needn’t worry.”

Would I really go down the doomed character route without thought? I have my own safety nets in place. Minimizing penalties. The very reason I learned blood magic was for this moment.

“That demonic technique? I don’t like it, but it seems it will allow you to accept Aura.”

Luciana clapping her hands decided the winner and loser of this argument. “The Aura Cultivation Method can’t be transmitted in front of everyone. I’ll choose a time and call you to my room.”

“Call me anytime.”

As I received the sweet promise of a reward, I secretly gave Elizabeth a victorious smile. “Alright… Now go.”

“Yes?”

However, that was just before being sent away. Pushed into the corridor by a firm dismissal, I was puzzled.

Just before the door closed, I caught a glimpse of a slight frown etching across Luciana’s forehead.

Unable to discern the meaning behind it.

***

“So that’s why you’re looking so gloomy,” Bathory sighed deeply after hearing the whole story in the infirmary.

At the gathering in Bathory’s room at the dormitory, arranged for the practice of magic, Elizabeth and I showed markedly different demeanors.

“Elizabeth did dig deep, but she’s still far from winning an argument against me.”

“Great for you.”

Was it because she couldn’t prevent my private training with Luciana? Her shoulders slumped, almost touching the ground.

However, she soon regained her composure. “I had my fill of fun, so maybe I should forgive your attempt to challenge me in front of Luciana.”

“Just wait. In the end, I will be the one beside Luciana…!”

“Hmm. You still have a long way to go. The contract only ends when my ‘culinary taste’ is complete.”

“Ugh…!”

Whether it ends in 10 or 20 years wasn’t specified in the contract, but I lightly deflated her grave ambitions with a chuckle.

“Both of you, stop bickering and focus on the flow of mana.”

Our squabble was promptly halted by our instructor, who could be unbearably strict during magic training.

With a flick of his tongue, Bathory muttered in a suddenly softer tone, “Really, I always feel it, but Elizabeth truly has talent. Especially her potential for fire magic, among the best I’ve seen in my lifetime.”

“Hehe.”

“Compared to her, well…”

Bathory’s gaze shifted beyond me towards the wall, her eyes moving uncertainly.

“Talent isn’t everything! You also have a variety of magic you can cast!”

“It’s just that each one’s power is so vague, none of them are really useful.”

“Ugh…!”

I shrugged nonchalantly. Magic wasn’t my main weapon anyway; it was a minor issue, but,

“It’s still frustrating not to see any significant progress.”

Perhaps because Elizabeth was present, Bathory seemed even more awkward today than usual.

“By the way, a letter has arrived.”

“A letter? If it’s meant for Lady Luciana, there’s no need to bother me with it. I’ve told you before, anything below the rank of Earl can be dismissed.”

Bathory was nominally Luciana’s maid and seemed to be quite diligent in her duties, despite often grumbling.

But a letter, already, not long after entering the academy?

How could I let those flies trying to snatch crumbs from Luciana be?

It should have been straightforward to dismiss it.

“No, it came to you.”

“To me?”

“Yes. It was enclosed in quite a lavish envelope. Ah! Sealed with beeswax bearing the imprint of an abnormally large tree.”

At Bathory’s response, the faces of Elizabeth and I hardened simultaneously.

Not branches or leaves, but a giant tree.

There was only one place that symbol could represent.

“Why would the Daimon Ducal House…?”

The unexpected involvement of a major player gave me a headache.

Prev I TOC I Next

Martial 6

Prev I TOC I NEXT

Bedia Family Main House, 6th Floor.

The children of the family gathered in the head’s room on the 6th floor.

‘The room is full of all kinds of magic,’ Eugene thought, looking around the room for the first time.

Recalling the original memories of his body, Eugene realized he had never been in the head’s room before. 

The reason was simple: he had never responded to a summons before. 

Well, except once. 

Once, he had responded to his father’s summons, but the other siblings harassed him, forcing him to leave. 

Then, they lied to the head of the family, saying, “Eugene didn’t come.”

“This is your first time here, isn’t it?”

Eugene’s father, Alan Bedia, a 10-circle mage and sage, squinted at him.

“Yes, I apologize for not visiting sooner,” Eugene replied.

“Hmm…”

Alan grunted, pursing his lips, as Eugene offered a brief apology. 

The other siblings frowned, displeased with the situation.

“The reason I’ve gathered you all here today is simple,” Alan said, holding up a piece of paper from his desk.

“What is that, Father?”

“It’s an admission letter,” Alan replied to Antonio’s question, showing the paper. 

It was an admission letter for Landbard Academy, the top academy in the Seifran Empire.

“Am I finally going to attend Landbard Academy?” Antonio’s face lit up with excitement at the sight of the letter. 

Landbard Academy was so prestigious that even noble children found it hard to gain entry. 

Although it wasn’t exclusive to nobles, the competition was fierce.

“They’re recruiting students for the second half of this year (S3020),” Alan continued.

“Congratulations,” said Paul Bedia, the third sibling, smiling at Antonio. 

Paul and Antonio, both children of Ketil Dain, were full siblings.

“Thankfully, all our siblings will be attending Landbard Academy,” Paul said with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. 

Although there were other academies in Seifran, Landbard Academy was the best.

“But… what about the youngest?” Antonio asked, barely hiding his excitement as he glanced at Eugene, who remained silent. 

The implication was clear: what about the talentless one with no circles?

“The youngest doesn’t need to attend the academy,” Alan said firmly, looking at Eugene. 

Antonio was the only one admitted. 

Eugene had never even formed a single circle and couldn’t use any magic. 

Attending the academy would only make him fall further behind the other students. 

While it was possible to form circles at the academy, it was rare; most students already had circles before admission.

“That makes sense… Pfft… Anyway…”

“I will also attend Landbard Academy,” Eugene interrupted Antonio’s sneer with a determined statement. 

Both Alan and Antonio frowned simultaneously.

“If you really want to go to an academy, enroll in some backwater place. Don’t tarnish our family’s reputation at Landbard,” Antonio growled, glaring at Eugene. 

Why the sudden defiance? 

Attending Landbard Academy out of pride would only embarrass the family. 

Landbard was filled with prodigies from the Seifran world, and Eugene would only become a laughingstock, potentially facing severe bullying.

“Do you truly intend to enroll at Landbard Academy?” Alan asked, his gaze intimidating. 

One admission letter didn’t necessarily mean only one student could enroll.

“Yes,” Eugene replied.

“Hah! You’re more help by staying out of—”

“What are you doing?” Eugene cut off Antonio, staring at him.

“Can’t you see I’m having a conversation with the head? Your rudeness is astonishing,” Eugene said, his voice cold.

Antonio clenched his teeth and his face contorted with rage. 

How humiliating, being reprimanded by Eugene in front of the other siblings.

“You little…”

“Enough,” Alan interjected as Antonio’s magic began to surge. 

The eldest sibling, Aster, calmed Antonio down.

“Eugene is right.The youngest was talking with the head of the family.” 

No matter how ridiculous or outrageous it seemed, no one should interrupt a conversation with the head.

“Let me ask again, do you really intend to enroll in Landbard Academy?”

“Yes.”

Alan tilted his head, finding something strange, and looked at Eugene.

It had been three years since he last saw his youngest.

He had only heard that Eugene was still alive and hadn’t formed a circle yet, but his personality and speech had changed drastically from three years ago.

“If you enroll in the academy without a circle, you won’t be able to do anything. Landbard Academy is not a place that teaches students without circles how to form them. It’s an academy for those who already have power, to further utilize and maximize it.”

Landbard Academy was indeed the best academy.

However, as Alan explained, it was not a place for someone without a circle to enroll.

In fact, no one without a circle had ever been admitted.

That was because Landbard Academy didn’t create circles for students.

Forming a circle was solely the student’s responsibility.

In other words, if Eugene, who had no circle, enrolled, he would be ridiculed and could even become a wreck due to bullying.

Moreover, Landbard Academy’s exams were known to be extremely difficult and dangerous.

Some students even lost their lives or became disabled during the exams.

At that moment, a flame flickered in Eugene’s hand.

“What?!”

Starting with Antonio, the other siblings gasped at the sight.

What Eugene just performed was a 1-circle spell called Fire.

“Did you form a circle?” Alan asked calmly, hiding his surprise.

“Yes.”

In reality, what others mistook for the Fire spell was a technique called Little Path Skill of the Common Sect, which created a small flame by rubbing internal energy in the direction of movement.

Eugene had slightly modified it to create a flame in his hand while standing still.

“It’s hot,” Alan said quietly, and Eugene immediately extinguished the flame in his hand.

“Even so, it’s too much for you, who just formed a circle, to enroll in Landbard.”

That was true.

It was unreasonable for Eugene, who had just formed a circle, to join Landbard Academy, full of geniuses and prodigies.

Even a well-utilized 1-circle or an intermediate level 1-star mage would struggle, but Eugene had just barely formed a circle.

“If you truly want to enroll in an academy, I’ll find another one for you.”

“Isn’t my brother Antonio, who is also 1-circle, going to enroll?”

Eugene looked at Antonio, who was in a daze.

According to his memory, Antonio, the seventh sibling, was still at 1-circle.

“What did you just say?” Antonio snapped out of his daze and frowned again.

Was Eugene comparing himself to Antonio, having barely formed a circle at his late age?

Antonio felt insulted and displeased by Eugene’s comparison.

“Antonio has enough mana to advance to 2-circle soon.”

“I’ve also accumulated a lot of mana and trained hard in the hut.”

“…”

Alan stroked his chin, groaning at Eugene’s words.

“If…”

“If I defeat Antonio in a duel, can I enroll in Landbard Academy too?”

“Hey!!” Antonio finally lost his temper and shouted.

Before entering an academy, the siblings at the main house had monthly duels to gain experience.

However, Eugene had never participated due to having no circle and living in a distant hut, but he remembered those duels.

“Has the youngest gone mad…?” Joel, the second sibling, chuckled and shook his head.

He understood Eugene’s excitement about forming a circle, but challenging Antonio to a duel was foolish.

Although Antonio was only 1-circle, his magic combination and understanding were exceptional.

In terms of power, excluding the circle, he was equivalent to 2-circle.

Challenging Antonio, while having just formed a circle, seemed like arrogance due to newfound power.

“Do you really want to duel Antonio?”

“Yes, and if I win, I can enroll in Landbard Academy, right?”

***

Main House Basement.

In the underground training hall, Antonio was loosening his wrist while glaring fiercely at Eugene.

‘What are you looking at, you little brat?’

Eugene, with a blank expression, stared back at Antonio.

Why was Eugene so determined to enter Landbard Academy?

It was to build fame and honor.

Before the Heavenly Demon Yoo-jin entered this body, the original owner, Eugene Bedia, always wanted to gain fame and honor in the world.

He wanted to be admired and looked up to by others.

And that desire was the same for the Heavenly Demon Eugene.

‘I also wanted to live anew if I were reborn.’

To be respected instead of despised by others.

To be an object of admiration rather than scorn.

That’s why Eugene aimed to enter Landbard Academy.

But if that’s the case, wouldn’t any academy suffice?

‘The starting point is different from other academies.’

No matter where you go, being a student of Landbard Academy garners respect.

Even for requests, being a Landbard graduate means you can choose which ones to accept and which to refuse.

Moreover, after graduating from the academy, even if you were employed as a mage in the Magic Tower, the employment rate for Landbard graduates was higher.

Other academies couldn’t compare.

Landbard graduates were preferred everywhere.

Of course, there were second and third-ranked academies below Landbard, but if you were going to enter an academy, it was best to go to the top.

“You picked the wrong opponent, you bastard.”

Antonio gritted his teeth and cursed at Eugene.

“How dare you Challenge me without knowing your place?”

It was humiliating.

To form a circle at such a late age and then Challenge him?

It felt like Eugene was putting him on the same level, which was extremely unpleasant.

‘I didn’t like him from the start. This is perfect.’

Antonio finished preparing, fiddling with his 60cm magic wand in his right hand.

Usually, when one grows up and becomes an adult, they use a magic staff instead of a wand, but Antonio, still a boy, used a magic wand.

Antonio’s wand, made with a magic stone from a griffon, allowed for 1.5 times faster casting speed.

‘Look at him, all tense…’

Eugene smirked inwardly, watching Antonio, who was eager to start.

No matter how much he disliked Eugene or how he requested the duel, being so tense would slow his reactions to any technique.

“If it gets dangerous, I will stop it immediately.”

“Yes, Father.”

Antonio and Eugene responded to Alan’s words, and Alan sighed, stepping back from the training hall.

Twinkle.

A small light appeared in Alan’s hand.

A tiny light that signaled the start of a duel between mages.

Buzz.

Bang!

“Begin.”

As the small light vibrated, expanded, and burst, Antonio and Eugene moved simultaneously.

Prev I TOC I NEXT

Strike 129

Prev I TOC I Next

In the prisoner of war camp of the Praham Kingdom, about a thousand prisoners were detained.

More than 90% of these thousand were merely ordinary villagers.

The small village they hailed from was attacked by monsters.

Those who fled the village crossed the border and were captured by the border guards.

These prisoners were not subjected to torture or violations of human rights.

They received adequate food and were allotted enough drinking water.

However, they were all housed in a single large hall.

Eden, once the leader of the village’s self-defense group, thought to himself, ‘The two nations are negotiating…’

Most of the prisoners, including Eden, had given up hope.

Even if the negotiations proceeded, they believed that only about a hundred of them would be able to leave.

Therefore, they tearfully decided who among them would return to their homeland.

“Prioritize children and women.”

“My child… may you find happiness in the Kingdom of Goyard.”

“My dear…!”

Only about a hundred people.

Their separation turned the place into a sea of tears.

Then the door opened, and a soldier appeared.

Surprisingly, he was dressed in a uniform bearing the emblem of the Kingdom of Goyard.

The time had finally come.

Eden sighed.

The sound of weeping filled the hall even more.

And Soldier Kahn looked puzzled at the crying crowd.

“Why are you all crying? Everyone can return to their homeland now.”

Eden furrowed his brows.

“Of course, they are crying because they have to part with their families… What? Did you say everyone is going back home!?”

“That’s right. Now everyone will return to their homeland.”

Eden couldn’t believe it.

All prisoners released?

How was such a thing possible?

And Kahn. His loyalty to Hyun-soo was sky-high.

The release of the prisoners was connected to negotiation efforts and also to his role as an instructor.

He spoke loyally.

“It’s all thanks to my lord, Viscount Hyun-soo.”

“We’re saved…!”

“Wow!”

“We can all go back together!”

The prisoners hugged and rejoiced together.

Among them, Eden was the only one who thought about this man named Hyun-soo.

‘Viscount Hyun-soo. Such a gracious person.’

All the prisoners started moving outside together. And Eden felt a slight regret.

‘A viscount, no less…’

Viscounts do not own territories.

Even as they returned to their homeland, they had nowhere specific to go.

Their village had been ravaged.

Then Kahn asked.

“Most of the prisoners are from the mining village of Eitmin, correct?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I see.”

Kahn then smiled enigmatically.

Eden could not understand that smile.

‘That’s good.’

Eden watched families embrace happily and smiled softly.

Then, something inexplicable caught Eden’s eye.

Suddenly, a figure in a black mask appeared from nowhere.

He plunged a dagger into a soldier’s neck and pulled it out.

“Screaaaam!”

Soon, dozens of figures in black appeared from all around.

They clashed with the fifty or so soldiers of the prisoner of war camp.

The average level of the Black Dragon members reached the 270s.

The soldiers were overwhelmed and began to fall one after the other.

And Eden ran out.

Eden’s level was around 280.

Though he was merely the leader of a small village’s self-defense group, he had led a force of about a hundred men.

Clash!

He joined the soldiers in fighting against the mysterious assassins.

But they were outnumbered.

A sharp dagger aimed for his neck.

Then.

Clash!

A sword lightly flicked the dagger away.

Five soldiers.

Wearing epaulets with the emblem of the Kingdom of Goyard.

They were members of the Gale Squad.

The moment the five soldiers intervened, the tide turned.

The previously unbeatable enemies began to fall.

Eden, witnessing this, was genuinely amazed.

‘What, what is this?’

It seemed as though ghosts were moving.

The assassins, trained in the art of killing from birth, were being overwhelmed by these unidentified individuals.

***

Kahn and the other four members of the Gale Squad.

They were Viscount Hyun-soo’s loyal subordinates, possessing the strength of knights.

Faced with suddenly appearing unknown enemies.

[Assassin Luke Lv.273]

[Assassin Red Lv.276]

As they cut down these assailants, Kahn shouted, “All forces, escort the prisoners and distance yourselves from these attackers as much as possible!”

Kahn assessed the situation.

Of the 45 soldiers from the prison camp, 20 had fallen. Out of 5 knights, 3 had perished.

And from the 20 soldiers of the Cradle of Hell, 10 had died.

A total of about 37 men were left.

And the enemies numbered around 70.

Kahn and the members of the Gale Squad knew they were outnumbered.

All they could do was hold off the attackers as long as possible.

The assassins were puzzled.

‘What are these guys?’

‘Where were they hiding? How could mere soldiers…?’

The assassins’ advantages were their speed and the power of their strikes.

Moreover, they were supposed to be superior in skill, being part of an assassin group.

Yet, these five soldiers were overwhelming them purely with their skill.

The assassins, who were scattered around killing prisoners, soon came to the same conclusion.

‘We need to kill these ones first.’

Around 40 of the 70 assassins surged at them simultaneously.

Clash, clash, clash!

A relentless exchange of blows followed.

True to the assassins’ unique movements, they disappeared and reappeared from different locations.

They threw throwing stars and shurikens at times.

With each attack, more wounds accumulated on the bodies of the Gale Squad members.

Blood, blood, blood…

Blood spurted from their bodies.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Just when it seemed like they were about to fall, Kahn gritted his teeth.

“Uooooooh!”

He didn’t retreat but continued to cut down the assassins.

“Huhhhhhk…!”

One of the assassins, with a demon-like expression, backed away after seeing Kahn.

The other assassins felt the same.

Assassins don’t usually show emotional changes.

They were trained to suppress fear and terror. Yet, the high morale of these foes was palpable.

Still, the assassins continued to attack.

Cut, cut, and cut again.

But they kept coming at them.

‘How are they still standing?’

‘What exactly are these guys?’

Covered in blood, it was unbelievable that they weren’t falling back.

The assassins couldn’t understand how Kahn and the Gale Squad members refused to go down.

And the reason Kahn and the Gale Squad members didn’t fall.

‘Lord, I don’t want to go out like this.’

It was all for Hyun-soo.

“Why won’t they fall! Why!”

They gritted their teeth, seeing the blood spurt from their bodies.

But that was the end.

Crash-

One with a shattered head rolled on the ground.

Slice-

One collapsed with a sliced abdomen.

“Aaaaah!”

Two pierced by daggers fell.

“Kuhk!”

Kahn collapsed.

Bloodied Kahn.

He saw about 20 assassins flying towards him simultaneously.

‘I’m sorry.’

There was so much he hadn’t repaid.

They hated their damned bodies more than anything at that moment.

Every member of the Gale Squad possessed talent befitting knights.

But they all shared one common trait: bodies incapable of harnessing magic.

At that moment, they felt the greatest despair in their wretched bodies.

‘If only I had stronger power…’

‘If only we could wield magic…’

Kahn braced for the chilling sound of bloodshed to come.

But then…

“…It’s too late.”

A familiar voice was heard.

Kahn slowly opened his eyes.

Hyun-soo was approaching, his brown coat fluttering.

Kahn saw the dagger stopped right in front of him.

Twenty assassins were frozen mid-motion, halted altogether.

But Kahn knew the power of his lord’s command.

The more individuals controlled, the exponentially shorter the duration of control.

Twenty or so individuals.

The time they could be controlled was merely 3 seconds.

And then, Kahn saw it.

Beside Hyun-soo, a tendril of wood was sprouting.

‘Counter?’

A power whose number of creations was determined by chance.

Kahn’s expression was grim.

Their lord had only been able to urgently create a single artifact due to failing the odds.

It was despairing.

In this situation, having more artifacts could have increased their chances of victory.

They couldn’t block or kill.

Kahn was certain.

But then…

Their lord put a grape in his mouth.

***

[Counter is activated.]

[One artifact can be created.]

Hyun-soo, arriving late, could see that not everyone was dead yet.

[Controlling too many individuals.]

[Psychic power duration reduced to 3 seconds.]

The situation was dire.

The chance-activated Counter allowed for the creation of only one artifact.

Furthermore, the 20 assassins they barely managed to catch.

Their levels were not low, and their numbers were large enough to limit the control of the Command of Monarch.

In this moment, he thought, ‘Even if I can neutralize these with just one urgently created artifact, what about the other 50 or so?’

The enemies were scattered.

They weren’t clustered together.

They were clever.

Moving in anticipation of a wide-range attack.

And indeed, the assassins knew this, their eyes showing they understood that once the psychic power wore off, they would kill him and his followers.

“Hehehe.”

“Huhuhu!”

But at this moment, Hyun-soo had an idea.

He pushed a grape into his mouth.

[You have consumed a grape from the World Tree.]

[The Command of Monarch is maximized.]

“Lord, please move away!”

“There are about 70 enemies.”

“You can’t handle them alone!”

70 enemies.

Hyun-soo alone must reduce their HP as much as possible.

Was it possible?

[The Command of Monarch is maximized.]

[Level up.]

[Level up.]

[Level…]

[The Command of Monarch Lv.6]

The Command of Monarch, now in a frenzy.

The action chosen by Hyun-soo.

It wasn’t just the 20 assassins he was controlling.

Hyun-soo controlled all the assassins rushing at him and those scattered around.

70 individuals stopped in their tracks. It seemed foolish.

It would have seemed better to use the maximization to enhance a wide-range skill to kill them.

At that moment.

Swoosh-

Hyun-soo forcefully swung his arm upward from below.

70 assassins were sent flying into the sky.

Kahn couldn’t understand his lord’s actions.

Neither could the other assassins. One yelled, “Crazy, sending us into the sky, how does that change anything?”

The power would soon be lost, and the 70 would not suffer significant damage.

But then, Hyun-soo gritted his teeth.

“Ugh…”

He focused intensely, sending them higher and further into the sky.

30m from the ground.

45m.

50m.

55m.

60m.

[The Command of Monarch is released.]

The assassins in the sky.

They felt as if they had become birds.

“Assassins essentially have the weight of assassins, what idiots.”

It was a mystical power.

Assassins could reduce the impact even if they fell from high places.

Soon, they saw it.

A shaft of wood beside Hyun-soo formed into an arrow.

He pulled out a bow labeled as “Thousand-Pound Bow.”

He placed the newly formed arrow on the bowstring and pulled back.

[Time of a Thousand Pounds]

Everyone had a similar thought.

‘What will one arrow do?’

At that moment.

“It’s over.”

The arrow released from the bowstring soared towards the assassins.

They scoffed at the single arrow.

But then.

[Glory Gold Ghost Arrow.]

[One arrow hits a thousand enemies.]

The single arrow split into 70, hitting all the assassins.

The assassins thought.

How many seconds will it take to fall from this height?

At least 2 seconds.

But then…

0.1 second.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

70 of them crashed to the ground.

Prev I TOC I Next

Strike 128

Prev I TOC I Next

Hyun-soo, upon logging into Ares, received congratulations from Nel.

[Nel: Congratulations, reaching over 400,000 subscribers in just 8 hours is a first, I believe. It might steadily rise to 1.3 million and reach the 6th place within a week.]

It was a novel feeling.

The blacksmith community. There had always been a saying about Hyun’s Forge.

‘There’s a limit to how far an individual blacksmith can go.’

Most of those who approached Hyun-soo with recruitment offers had that saying on their lips.

Within the top 20 subscriber count.

Among them, Hyun-soo was the first individual blacksmith.

It wasn’t just about the numbers.

[Nel: Now, the value of Hyun’s Forge is over 2.5 billion a month.]

The sales of the top 10 corporate forges ranged between 2 to 3 billion.

Considering labor costs and other expenses, it can be said that Hyun-soo’s profit margin was significantly higher.

[Guild Master Hyun-soo: Looks like I’ll catch up to half of Black Anvil’s subscriber count soon.]

Hyun-soo had never forgotten his promise with Rowen.

Feeling somewhat neglected upon seeing the quiet guild chat, aside from Nel.

[Guild Master Hyun-soo: Seems like all guild members are in dungeons, right?]

[Nel: Right, they’re in areas where whispers or guild chat aren’t possible, so it’s hard to get in touch.]

He remembered having heard about this beforehand.

And it was time for Hyun-soo to move towards the next goal.

[Nel: You’re returning to the Kingdom of Goyard today, right? How do you think the title upgrade will go?]

Hyun-soo felt a pang in his chest.

[Guild Master Hyun-soo: Currently at 79% negotiation power, with 10% negotiation and 5% contribution, it seems I won’t be able to get the baron title just yet ㅠㅠ.]

Normally, achieving 100% contribution to the kingdom would allow for a title upgrade.

[Nel: But still, having over 60% kingdom contribution in just two weeks? I think you’re the only one, Hyun-soo.]

Nel was good at giving and taking.

Certainly, it wasn’t due to a lack of effort on Hyun-soo’s part.

As a negotiator, raising the negotiation power required tasks assigned by Hyun-soo.

‘It’s disappointing, but I’ll have to be satisfied with this…’

Just then.

[The instruction period will soon end.]

[Upon the completion of their instructional duties, negotiation power will be awarded based on their achievements.]

“…!?”

Hyun-soo was surprised by the unexpected notification.

Indeed, on the day (?) Hyun-soo was “kidnapped” to the Praham Kingdom, the five members of the Gale Squad were dispatched as instructors to the Cradle of Hell.

Hyun-soo realized.

‘Depending on how much they’ve managed to improve the soldiers of the Cradle of Hell, my negotiation power could change?’

Hyun-soo waited with bated breath.

Once their instructional duties were completely finished, the results would be revealed.

***

The Cradle of Hell.

Where the elite soldiers of the Praham Kingdom are trained.

The average level of soldiers here reached about 200.

However, the 300 soldiers in the Cradle of Hell averaged level 240.

Individuals who could face five soldiers on their own!

Though not knights, they were equivalent in strength.

Therefore, the arrogance of the Cradle of Hell soldiers knew no bounds.

Soldier Chen couldn’t forget the first day they arrived.

Heading to the barracks late due to duties, he recalled the conversations among the other soldiers.

‘Let’s trample them thoroughly.’

‘How dare those soldiers from the Kingdom of Goyard even speak!’

Chen remembered being harshly dealt with by the Cradle of Hell soldiers, ending up with black eyes and swollen faces.

And then he entered the barracks.

“Those instructors, did you all beat them up well…?”

Upon entering, Chen was speechless.

Five menacing soldiers had knocked down a hundred in the cramped barracks.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“Eeugh…”

“Hiccup…!”

Chen ended up hiccuping.

And the five members of the Gale Squad.

Beasts raised solely for killing since they were children.

Kahn, their leader, grinned slightly.

“Aren’t they cute?”

It was their first meeting.

The Cradle of Hell was so named due to its absurdly intense training regimen.

But these men were different.

Early in the morning.

“Run back and forth up the mountain 10 times.”

The mission given by the instructors was outrageous.

Yet, they ran together.

While they ran five laps, the instructors ran ten.

“…?”

No one could call it absurd.

Why? Because they achieved it.

***

Awaiting the end of the follower instructors’ mission, Hyun-soo received a notification.

[The follower instructors’ mission concludes.]

[The soldiers of the Cradle of Hell have significantly improved.]

Hyun-soo’s heart trembled.

[An extraordinary achievement.]

Always the achiever, this time, his followers accomplished it.

[Negotiation power increases by 23%.]

And Hyun-soo marveled at the notification that rang out.

Effectively, Hyun-soo, being the principal negotiator, had a much easier time increasing negotiation power.

Having dealt with the king, wasn’t it expected?

Thus, achieving this much away from the king’s gaze was remarkable.

[Total negotiation power reaches 102%.]

Hyun-soo somehow knew.

‘They did their best.’

A small smile formed.

Upon returning, he would reward them.

Just then, Ben, with his hands behind his back, approached.

“I wish you wouldn’t give me time to be bored.”

It was an invitation to visit often.

“Your soldiers are heading to the Praham Kingdom’s POW camp. If you join them and lead the prisoners back to your homeland, your duty as a negotiator will conclude.”

After Ben left, Hyun-soo pulled out a bow from his inventory.

It was his masterpiece.

Though it was a custom-made bow intended for Ian, Hyun-soo deliberated carefully.

‘To destroy, or not to destroy.’

And having made his decision, Hyun-soo immediately headed towards the POW camp.

***

Bella received a letter.

It was sent from a small domain.

The content of the letter was as follows:

‘I lack the strength to govern this ever-growing territory.’

‘The tales of his growing influence and those longing for him continue to reach my ears.’

Initially, Bard thought upon receiving this letter:

‘It must be tough being a lord.’

It’s challenging when the people of your domain continuously speak not of their lord but of a mere passerby.

As the leader of that place, it must be hard to endure.

‘I, too, wish he were the lord of this domain. The once lifeless domain has filled with laughter and joy due to him, and I couldn’t be happier with the increasing number of visitors.’

However, it was not the case.

The lord, on the contrary, expressed joy.

“Be gone.”

As Bard continued, Bella, standing beside him, couldn’t hide her astonishment.

“…He is currently abroad as a negotiator. It’s illogical to entrust a territory to him, given he’s merely a junior viscount now. However.”

Soon, Bard smiled slightly.

“His achievements in negotiation will play a deciding role.”

Soon after the letter arrived, Bella looked puzzled.

“What surprises you? Is it because of my letter?”

But Vice-Captain Bella shook her head.

“No.”

“Then?”

“It’s the idea that the most suitable person for the Ballass domain, meaning a master blacksmith becoming the lord of a blacksmith’s domain, will surprise me.”

Bella was amazed.

A domain led by a master blacksmith.

The sender of the letter was Ballass’s owner, Belin.

The question was this:

“What level of negotiation power is required for a junior viscount to be granted a newly emerged territory without causing a stir?”

Barad was not one to give easily.

Thus, if not achieved, he would not give.

“It’s hard to say, but it must be something that both I and the nobility find astounding.”

Perhaps when he returns, he’ll find out.

What title he’ll receive and what rewards he’ll be given.

Meanwhile.

Ben’s expression twisted.

“What, what…?”

The words of Lek, the vice-leader of the Black Dragon squad who had been tortured for days without breaking, were shocking.

“The entire Black Dragon squad has probably already attacked the POW camp.”

Lek laughed.

“We are the hunting dogs of the Praham Kingdom. What would happen if we, those dogs, killed all the prisoners and soldiers there?”

Ben’s face turned red.

Even if it wasn’t the intention of the Praham Kingdom.

If the Black Dragon squad kills the prisoners of Goyard Kingdom, the situation becomes uncontrollable.

Peace between the two nations would be utterly destroyed.

Ben urgently sent out a letter.

This letter was directed to one person currently heading there.

But he couldn’t be too hopeful. The Black Dragon squad numbered around 70.

Moreover, even if he left now, everything would be over by his arrival.

And Hyun-soo, approaching the POW camp, quickly read the letter that flew towards him.

Ding!

[A Kingdom Quest: Prisoner Rescue is generated.]

Rank: S

Restriction: Proposed by the king

Reward: Negotiation power X2

Failure Penalty: Decrease in intimacy with Bard, Ben.

Description: The prisoners of the Goyard Kingdom are at risk of being massacred. Ensure their safe return to their homeland.

Hyun-soo was surprised as he read the suddenly initiated quest.

‘Negotiation power doubled…?’

Meaning, if he completes this task, the increase would be doubled, similar to an experience gain.

However, Hyun-soo’s attention was elsewhere.

[Kahn is in danger.]

[Berm is in danger.]

[…]

Hyun-soo clenched his teeth.

Dismounting from the carriage provided by Ben, he swiftly rode a horse, galloping away.

Prev I TOC I Next

Martial 5

Prev I TOC I NEXT

Squeak.

“Are you coming now?”

When Eugene returned home, a new character greeted him.

‘It’s definitely the seventh one, right above me,’ he thought.

It was Antonio Bedia, who was the same age as him.

“What brings you to this shabby place?”

“Do you think I came because I wanted to? Father has issued a summons. You need to visit the main house by tomorrow.”

A summons.

It was an order given by Alan Bedia, his father and the head of the family, to gather his children.

The most powerful mage in Seifran, known to be so strong he could fight a dragon alone.

He was also known to have reached the 10th circle, a divine level, in a human body. Alan Bedia alone was said to be as powerful as a national strategic asset for the kingdom.

Creak.

“So, don’t be late.”

Antonio stood up, brushed off his seat, and walked past Eugene.

At that moment.

“Oh, by the way…”

Whoosh.

Thud!

Antonio suddenly turned around and punched Eugene in the stomach.

“Why are you looking at me straight today? You usually look down… Ugh.”

Antonio grimaced, unable to withstand the pain from his own punch.

‘What… what’s this? Did he put something in his stomach?’

He had hit Eugene because he didn’t like that Eugene was looking at him differently today, but Eugene’s stomach was oddly hard.

Besides, Antonio, being a mage, didn’t have a robust body except for basic physical strength.

So when he punched Eugene, whose body had become more muscular after reaching the 3rd star, his own fist ended up hurting.

“You… what do you have in your stomach…”

Swish.

Eugene immediately lifted his shirt to show his bare stomach.

There was nothing but skin.

Antonio felt humiliated seeing that there was nothing there and frowned.

“Tsk… You better watch yourself.”

Tap.

Antonio, holding his fist, pushed Eugene’s shoulder and left the hut.

“Is that guy your flesh and blood brother?”

“Yes, the one right above me.”

“To think that such a brute is your brother…”

Eugene smiled at the remark and watched Antonio’s retreating back.

There are eight children in the family.

However, the family situation is complicated.

Eugene’s grandfather, Tulcan Bedia, did not like Eugene’s father Alan Bedia’s original wife, Sasha Ariel.

The reason was that Sasha Ariel was too weak, so the grandfather forced his father to have children with other noblewomen and married them off.

Antonio was a child of one of those concubines.

To be precise, the first and sixth siblings were from concubines. Eugene was Sasha Ariel’s child.

The second, fourth, and fifth siblings were Romian Delus’ children.

The third and seventh siblings were Ketil Dain’s children.

In other families, children of concubines would typically be looked down upon and ignored, but in this family, the concubines’ children held power within the family.

“I think I need to put him in his place.”

Was the swelling emotion in his chest the original feeling of this body?

If so, since it is now his body, he decided to act according to its desires.

The next day.

Eugene opened his wardrobe and took out the clothes he wore only for summons.

The cleanest clothes he had.

The rest were tattered clothes.

It seemed like he had picked up clothes discarded by others as the lengths of the sleeves and pants did not fit.

“These are the cleanest clothes I’ve seen.”

As Eugene finished changing, Taeje approached him.

“They are clothes I wore only during summons.”

“Pfft, they gave them to you so you can pretend to be neat in front of your father?”

“No…”

It won’t be like that.

If the body’s memory is correct, these clothes were bought for him by his older brother, the firstborn, Aster Bedia.

On Eugene’s birthday, when he was alone in the hut, his brother gave him these clothes as a gift.

A brother who showed him kindness and warmth, and who was born from the same mother.

‘Brother Aster is probably out on a monster subjugation mission in the Kantea Kingdom due to the academy exams… Will the first brother come as well?’

The world of Seifran is divided into three kingdoms and one empire.

The Bedia family belongs to the Lukail Kingdom, which is part of the Ruikalon Empire.

The Bedia family governs one of the territories in the Lukail Kingdom.

The territory, also called Bedia, was the most advanced in magic, with magical goods being a local specialty and highly traded.

“Stay home.”

“Yeah, have a good trip. Yawn.”

Taeje, looking annoyed, greeted Eugene and flopped onto the bed, falling asleep immediately.

‘To think that he’s a divine beast…’

Eugene, thinking this would have angered Taeje if he heard it, shook his head and closed the hut door, set up a barrier, and started walking.

***

‘It’s quite a distance.’

Eugene thought about the distance as he looked at the main gate of the main house.

He remembered it as not being far from the body’s memory, so he walked, but it was farther than expected.

Moreover, because Taeje moved back and forth quickly, he thought it was closer.

However, it took a full three hours even with lightfoot.

Of course, his lightfoot was still lacking in level, so it was not very fast, but it was still as fast as a horse running, and yet it took three hours.

‘If I knew this, I would have taken a carriage…’

Though there were carriages and drivers within the family, none of the brothers sent a carriage for the forgotten Eugene.

Swoosh.

Eugene entered through the open front gate.

Today, because of the summons, the gate was open, and the guardian mages guarding the gate were inside instead of outside.

In the meantime.

Eugene, who entered through the gate, stopped and looked at the guardian mages standing on either side.

“Can’t you see I came in?”

“Pardon?”

The guardian mage frowned and tilted his head at Eugene’s words.

“I am a child of the Bedia family. I believe the guardian mages should greet a family member?”

Eugene’s words implied that they should greet him.

‘I know this body was ignored within the family.’

But not anymore.

Now that he is the owner of this body, there will be no more disregard or disdain.

“Ha…”

“Ha?”

As the guardian mage laughed mockingly, Eugene slowly exuded killing intent.

They would raise their voices to greet his brothers as if their voices could reach the sky, yet they mocked him.

“I’ll say it again. I am a child of the Bedia family.”

“For… For the glory of the Bedia family!”

The guardian mage, sweating coldly from Eugene’s killing intent, finally raised his voice and greeted Eugene.

Tap. Tap.

After receiving the greeting, Eugene silently patted the guardian mage’s shoulder and walked into the main house.

If the body’s original owner saw this, he would have been astonished.

‘The world is the same everywhere, whether in Zhongyuan or here.’

An era where power is supreme.

‘Just for a greeting…?’

In the body’s memory, except for his childhood, the guardian mages never greeted him.

Starting with the brothers’ disregard, everyone ignored the original owner of the body, Eugene.

Squeak.

Eugene opened the main house’s door and went inside.

“You managed to come?”

It was Antonio Bedia who greeted Eugene.

Antonio looked displeased that Eugene had come to the main house.

“You look like you’re seeing someone who shouldn’t be here.”

“What?”

Flinch.

As Antonio tried to get angry at Eugene’s retort, he stepped back unknowingly, feeling an inexplicable chill when their eyes met.

“What are you doing there? The head of the family is waiting.”

“Brother Aster…?”

Seeing Aster looking down at him and Antonio from the central stairs, Eugene’s heart began to pound.

He couldn’t tell if it was because the body remembered and was happy or because Aster Bedia had achieved an extraordinary level unmatched for his age.

‘Master level…’

Aster Bedia was indeed at a master level, equivalent to the pinnacle in Zhongyuan.

‘If I recall correctly, the eldest, Aster Bedia, is 24 years old this year.’

Already, he has reached the peak.

Even from the perspective of Eugene, who was once the Heavenly Demon, Aster had reached the pinnacle at a remarkably early age.

Although it was not martial arts like in the martial world but as a wizard, achieving the 7th Circle was still a significant accomplishment.

Nonetheless, Aster was undoubtedly growing faster than other wizards.

In short, he was decades ahead of others.

‘I’m curious about his future.’

Swallowing hard, Eugene found himself deeply curious about Aster’s future.

Some might mockingly say that a 9-year-old kid is curious about his elder brother’s future, but Eugene was once the Heavenly Demon.

Therefore, Eugene’s curiosity about Aster’s future was as good as a compliment.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

While Aster was watching Eugene and Antonio on the first floor, another brother suddenly appeared, putting his arm around Aster’s shoulders.

‘Joel Bedia.’

Joel Bedia, the second eldest, who had reached the peak like Aster, the son of Romian Delus, approached Eugene.

“Long time no see?”

When Joel smirked at Eugene, Eugene bowed slightly to greet Joel.

“Coming back home after six years, how does it feel?”

“Hmm… The main house has become quite rundown over the past six years. It’s not much different from my cabin. If I had to point out a difference, it would be the furniture?”

“…What?”

Joel frowned at Eugene’s response, his expression hardening.

At the same time.

“Ha ha ha ha.”

Aster threw his head back and laughed so hard the building seemed to shake.

It was clear that Joel’s question about how Eugene felt was meant to insult him.

The implication was that a banished person must be thrilled and humbled to return to the main house.

However, Eugene dodged Joel’s ploy by remarking on the building’s decrepit state, subtly implying that there was no difference between the main house and his cabin, thereby hitting back at Joel.

‘It’s only been three years since I last saw him. What on earth has happened to him in those three years?’

Aster looked at Eugene with a delighted smile, his eyes sparkling.

“This bastard…?”

“Enough. The head of the house is waiting.”

Aster stopped Joel before he could get angry, mentioning their father.

In fact, there was still some time left until the hour Alan, the head of the Bedia family and their father, had set.

So Aster had been chatting with his younger brothers, but he brought up their father to prevent Joel from getting angry in this unexpected situation.

“…I’ll see you later.”

Shrug.

Eugene shrugged nonchalantly at Joel’s warning and lightly tapped the dazed Antonio on the shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh… huh??”

“The head of the house is waiting, we should go up.”

“Huh…?”

Antonio, as if in a trance, followed behind Eugene.

Originally, Eugene wouldn’t have been able to walk ahead of Antonio.

But now, Eugene walked in front of Antonio, with Antonio following close behind.

Prev I TOC I NEXT

Act 75

Prev I TOC I Next

– Why did you betray us?

As these words slipped from Tenellon’s tongue,

Gerard’s body stiffened, and cold sweat began to trickle down his back.

The discomfort of the sticky sweat pressed upon him, but Gerard was too shocked by the words to care about it.

“What on earth are you talking about…?”

“Why did you think to betray us?”

“I don’t understand what the Archbishop is saying…”

“Nameless Gang.”

At the mention of this brief phrase by Tenellon, Gerard flinched.

‘Where did he hear that from?’

Realizing the full extent of the situation as the word ‘betrayal’ was mentioned, Gerard began to ponder who could have told Tenellon about the “Nameless Gang.”

There was only one person he could think of.

Julian Crypart Frason.

‘That damned bastard!’

Gerard, shaking with anger, tried to regain his composure and think of a way out of the current situation.

“I heard that you are the actual leader of the Nameless Gang.”

“Did you hear that from Julian, that scoundrel?”

He was about to dismiss it as a lie.

“Why do you think so? I heard it from Dantes actually.”

An unexpected name sprung from Tenellon’s lips, and Gerard was taken aback.

Betrayed by Dantes, whom he thought was a reliable ‘Bishop’?

No.

There’s a world of difference between ‘reliable’ and ‘trusted.’

He had not revealed anything about the Nameless Gang to Dantes.

After all, beyond being competing ‘Bishops’, who would be foolish enough to reveal their secrets to others?

‘Dantes has been snooping around behind me!’

Gerard clenched his teeth.

“I heard that the Black Knight belongs to the Nameless Gang which once was under your command.”

“Just wait a moment! That was in the past! I’ve long since severed ties with the Nameless Gang!”

“Is that so?”

Tenellon’s tone was skeptical, and Gerard nodded vigorously.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“So, what do you think?”

Tenellon turned his scarred face, and following his gaze, a figure in a mask appeared from a dark corner of the audience chamber.

‘A woman?’

It was a woman of slight stature.

The only notable feature was the ‘mask’ she wore.

‘Is she a member of the Nameless Gang…!?’

And Gerard knew well that the ‘mask’ symbolized the Nameless Gang.

This traditional ‘mask’ was meant to conceal the identities of his secretly deployed soldiers.

“I also heard that even recently, you have been giving orders to them. Is that right?”

If this situation was meant to sink him, there could only be one answer coming from her.

“Yes, yes… that’s right.”

As expected!

Gerard’s mouth went dry.

“So it is.”

“Don’t make me laugh! You wench! Who put you up to this? Dantes? Or is it Baran’s last will?”

“Lower your voice…”

A calm and measured voice cut through Gerard’s sharp tone.

The owner of the voice, small yet authoritative, was Julian.

He captured everyone’s attention as he appeared, raised his index finger to his lips, and brought it to his mouth.

“You shouldn’t raise your voice like that, Sir Gerard.”

As the face, grinning cunningly, turned towards him, Gerard flinched.

Despite the rough nickname “The Laughing Executioner,” the dignified demeanor and the face whose eyes did not reflect anything made it feel as though everything about him was being seen through.

“You bastard…!”

Gerard felt a surge of anger in response to the calm demeanor of the other.

***

“It seems you’ve gone too far.”

Ignoring Gerard’s venomous gaze directed at me as much as possible, I looked at the person wearing the mask.

Although the face was hidden, fitting the name “Nameless Gang,” the mask did not hide the color of ‘fear’ that seemed to rise above the head.

‘I’m sorry about that.’

It was a fitting appearance for her age.

The trembling one was none other than Meyer.

No matter how much of a prodigy she was in handling spirits, the imposing presence Tenellon emitted was enough to terrify her.

It was I who had called her here.

Of course, not as ‘Julian’ but summoned through the call of the ‘Black Knight,’ to help with Baran’s revenge.

“In front of Sir Tenellon, is it appropriate for you to raise your voice like that?”

I placed my hand on Meyer’s shoulder as I shifted my gaze back to Gerard.

It was my way of trying to calm her a bit, but,

“Ack…”

The color of ‘fear’ shook even more violently.

“Yes, I knew you were involved. Did you covet the position of Archbishop so much?”

“I am not here for power. The seat of the Archbishop, it doesn’t matter who sits in it.”

At the mention of the ‘trivial Archbishop,’ the air around us seemed to frost over.

Since the ‘succession ceremony’ has not yet taken place, the seat of the Archbishop is currently occupied by Tenellon.

Probably, that’s why.

“Hmm.”

Fortunately, Tenellon seemed unbothered.

Rather, he seemed quite pleased with my words and nodded.

If he had shown even a slight irritation, I would have cooled him down, but what a reaction.

“And now, the main point is not that.”

I glanced at Tenellon and continued to speak.

“Sir Gerard. The problem is that you founded the ‘Nameless Gang’ and neglected it as its owner, leaving the ‘Black Knight’ unchecked.”

I began to straighten out the slightly twisted topic, and Gerard, apparently displeased, glared at me with bulging eyes.

“Moreover, I heard recently that the ‘Black Knight’ has handed over the Soulstone to the imperial family. Could it be… Sir Gerard, was that your doing?”

“I’ve never done such a thing!”

Naturally, he would say that.

Because it was I who had handed over the Soulstone to the imperial family, and I was the ‘Black Knight.’

“How shameless. What more could you say in this situation?”

But I knew that saying this would provoke Gerard even more.

‘Red, so red.’

As a result, the ‘color of falsehood’ above Gerard’s head was vividly red, showing his anger.

“Isn’t your loyalty to the empire too deep? Wasn’t the Soulstone that the Black Knight handed to the imperial family secured by Sir Pintel, a fellow Bishop?”

Undaunted, I continued to speak, increasing the gravity of his sins.

“Hmm, was the Soulstone handed over to the royal family stolen from Pintel?”

The one who seemed most intrigued by my words was Tenellon.

He brought his hand to his scarred face and sighed.

“If that’s really the case, Gerard, I will be even more disappointed in you.”

“It’s absolutely not true…! And, there’s no confirmation that the Soulstone handed over by the Black Knight is the same as Pintel’s, is there?”

“Shall we verify it then?” Saying this, I pulled out the ‘Soulstone’ from my pocket, and the first to show curiosity was Tenellon.

“Hm? Is that the Soulstone that the Black Knight handed over to the royal family?”

“Yes, I was able to bring it here by my authority.”

“Remarkable. Indeed, you are the finest inspector of the ‘Closed Eyes’!”

“Haha, you flatter me.”

Yes, flattery it is.

It was also I who entrusted the ‘Soulstone’ to Aileen.

And it was I who retrieved it through the royal family…

“However, once proof is established, it must be returned to the royal family. The reason I brought it is solely to expose Sir Gerard’s crimes.”

“But how can you tell? How can you prove that this Soulstone was secured by Pintel?”

Seeing Tenellon’s skeptical look, I smiled.

“It’s simple. If you ask him, you’ll know, won’t you?”

As I spoke, a stern-faced man entered through the same entrance Gerard had used.

“Pintel…?”

As expected, the man was Pintel.

As usual, he knelt before Tenellon and greeted him.

“Monseigneur Pintel, I see Sir Tenellon.”

“So, Pintel, is the Soulstone that Julian is holding indeed the one ‘stolen’ from you by the Black Knight?”

After seeing Tenellon’s bare face, Pintel flinched, but soon calmed down and began to examine the Soulstone I was holding.

“Uh, um…”

After a short groan, he looked even more closely at the Soulstone.

“Think carefully before you speak, Pintel.”

It’s your last chance to save yourself.

This Soulstone is not the one stolen from Pintel by the ‘Black Knight’. He himself knows this.

“Sir Pintel, is this the Soulstone you obtained after raiding the merchant guild?”

However, it’s a well-known fact that he holds a grudge against Gerard.

Along with disparaging words, and attempts made with a dagger, and his demotion from ‘Bishop’ to ‘Monseigneur.’

All these were greatly influenced by Gerard.

So even if the stolen Soulstone had been absorbed by me and ceased to exist in this world…

“Yes, it is.”

His three-inch tongue resurrected a non-existent ‘Soulstone’ and attributed the serious crime of its theft to Gerard.

As the deeds of the ‘Nameless Gang’ and the ‘Black Knight’ began to be attributed to him, the cold sweat on Gerard’s face was visible.

“I had no idea, Sir Gerard. I never thought you were a person so loyal to the royal family.”

Even if that’s not actually true.

The pervasive atmosphere of suspicion here was already branding Gerard as a traitor.

“The title ‘Dog of the Royal Family’ that I possess seems to suit Sir Gerard better. Haha.”

“No!! It’s all lies!! Sir Tenellon!! Please believe me! I never did such things!”

Gerard tried desperately to defend himself, but Tenellon’s gaze remained icy.

“Gerard, I knew all along that you’ve been secretly selling the name of the Dawn Society. But I ignored it. Even though you even threatened Pintel’s life. I thought it all helped the Dawn Society.”

“No, that’s not…”

“However! This deed! I cannot overlook it. You should not have become the dog of the royal family.”

Tenellon’s face, distorted by scars, clearly expressed his displeasure.

As Gerard tried to say something in his defense, Tenellon raised his hand to stop him, then continued speaking.

“Dantes, Pintel, and Julian have proven your sins,” Tenellon decreed as Gerard rolled his eyes, scanning his surroundings. I whispered, “Sir Gerard, why are you looking around like a frightened puppy? Haha.”

Startled, he looked at me, grinding his teeth and shouted, “You, I will surely kill you!”

“Are you referring to me? Haha. That’s surprising to hear. Try it then.”

At that moment, while Gerard and I were having this tense conversation. 

Thud!

With the sound of something piercing, Gerard screamed. Clutching his injured shoulder, he turned to see Pintel standing with a mocking expression.

“How about receiving what you gave me?” 

The object in Gerard’s shoulder was the ‘Dagger Magic’ that Pintel often used. Although it seemed Pintel wanted to cut off Gerard’s head, the final verdict from Tenellon had not yet been delivered, so he had to attack without inflicting a fatal wound.

“I will kill you too…………,” Gerard, filled with rage, glared at me and Pintel with widened eyes. In this situation, it wasn’t scary at all.

“Tsk, where has the Gerard known as the ‘Madness of the West’ gone, leaving only this trash behind?” 

Tenellon then delivered the ultimate decree to the enraged Gerard.

“Kill him.”

Calmly, the monsignors behind him slowly approached Gerard. Sweating profusely, Gerard reached into his bosom and pulled out something—the identity of which was a magic scroll.

“Did you think you could escape?”

As Tenellon extended his right hand, dark magic began to pour out. However, Gerard was quicker to tear the scroll.

“We’ll see.”

With a bright flash and a third-rate villain’s line, Gerard disappeared. However, just before vanishing, Tenellon’s magic touched his arm, and—shriek—it was visibly cut off.

Silence descended. At that moment, Tenellon looked at me with puzzled eyes.

“Julian, why did you just stand there?”

Oops. It seemed he had noticed. That I had intentionally let him go. I couldn’t say it was just groundwork for the next story. Using Gerard’s thirst for revenge to weaken the Dawn Society’s forces was my own strategy. Unable to tell the truth, I decided to beat around the bush.

“If the teleportation magic was stored in the scroll, there’s no chance he survived.”

“That makes sense,” Tenellon nodded, aware perhaps of this. In the world of <Let’s Kill the Demon Lord>, as magic exists, so too do means to store it. However, it can never become mainstream due to the enormous risks posed by ‘magic scrolls’.

“What if he’s alive?”

“Then, I’ll deal with him myself.”

I said with a sly smile, but seeing my expression, Pintel suddenly started shaking. 

Huh? Did I look too murderous?

However, pleased with my response, Tenellon laughed heartily and clapped.

“Let’s hope that won’t be necessary.”

Yeah… Truthfully, I had no intention of doing so either.

Prev I TOC I Next

Survival 94

Prev I TOC I Next

“So? What was the result?”

“…How would I know? I’m the one who supported you all the way here in your battered state. Because of you, I didn’t even get to see it!”

Tsk, useless Elizabeth.

That was the most important thing, why bother supporting me all the way to the infirmary?

“Why are you staring at me like that?! Ugh, if it wasn’t for Lucy’s request!”

“Considering your fiancée is the patient here, and yet you worry about Lady Luciana first.”

“Of course! Haven’t you seen what happened to Lady Caspera? What if Lucy got hurt!”

How foolish.

It’s a lack of faith, a lack of faith!

“Don’t worry about that. Are you disregarding Lady Luciana, who is now called the treasure of the North?”

“…You talk well. And yet, you’re the one looking anxious.”

“Cough.”

She pointed out, and I coughed a few times in response.

She was right.

If I said I wasn’t worried at all, that would be a lie.

Professor Marks is definitely a boss-level figure.

His aura is expert-level, and his magic includes a unique gimmick.

Hopefully, she caught the hint I gave.

By the way,

Noticing my emotions, she has more insight than expected.

“By the way, Lady Elizabeth is quite remarkable. To glimpse the deceit behind my mask, indeed, she’s the rising star of the social circle.”

“…Hmph. It shows. You better act properly, or else—cough! Even my honor as your fiancée will fall.”

I lightly nodded in agreement to Elizabeth’s words.

It’s unclear if she actually saw me, but despite her somewhat finicky response, considering she gave up Luciana’s battle to bring me here, I decided to let it slide.

‘In this case, I’ll have to find out through someone else.’

After class, someone will surely come.

Be it someone from our side.

“Ah, it’s noisy. And it’s annoying to the eyes. You northern bumpkins.”

– Or someone from their side.

In the infirmary, Caspera’s elder sister glanced over with a twisted smile.

“I heard earlier that you’re following a master who’s the head student, too bad, huh? She’ll be shamed by the commoner professor on her first day.”

“I could use a lock on your mouth.”

“What did you say?!”

“Ah, no. Just slipped my true feelings. By the way, about being shamed, you mean like Lady Caspera, right?”

She probably didn’t expect a noble’s child to retort in such a sardonic tone.

Laura was left with a stern face.

“Hans Byron, show the proper respect due to a member of the Count Caspera’s family.”

Lost for words, her twin sister Riu snapped back, but I simply shrugged it off in response.

“Even if that’s the intention of the Byron Baron family, can you from the central region really harm our family?”

The Caspera sisters looked shocked, while Elizabeth’s sharp eyes contrasted sharply.

It seemed she was contemplating whether to intervene or to let things pass quietly.

“Well, you must have your own thoughts.”

She slightly moved her lips to express her opinion and then took a step back from me and Lady Caspera.

‘I feel a bit sorry.’

Since Elizabeth was also at the scene, it was natural for her to get involved.

Despite the surprise she might have felt due to my sudden action, she responded admirably, fitting her earlier sharpness.

However.

This was a necessary process.

‘To those devilish sisters, even a formal concession or apology must never be given. They’ll climb over you without recognizing any limits.’

It was the same in the game.

It’s better to be openly hostile from the beginning and to thoroughly crush them.

At that moment.

“It’s not impossible. Have you forgotten that this academy is located in the Central Region?”

Riu’s voice came, laden with venom, as if she was trying to get revenge on the professor in one go.

A single statement revealing an odd charisma.

“If you don’t sincerely apologize right now, your life at the academy will be tough.”

Being the capital as well as the political center.

And since it has the largest territory, the nobles of the Central Region were the most numerous and powerful.

Her threat stemmed from that fact.

Certainly.

‘She does have a good political sense.’

The contemptible ones think all northerners are beneath them.

Meanwhile, targeting only the vulnerable Baron families, and completely disregarding the presence of Elizabeth.

However.

The way she was folding her arms and glaring over here, I could guess all the methods she was thinking of.

Gathering her followers and those from the Central Region to isolate me, stealing my belongings, scribbling graffiti.

Just typical school mischief, right?

After all.

As time passes, things will resolve on their own, or by hanging out with the northern nobles and showing my capabilities, things will naturally die down.

After all, the core of this side is mature.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been at an age where I could feel lonely without friends.

However.

That was not the picture I wanted.

“By the way, Miss Riu Caspera, it seems you haven’t been properly disciplined by Professor Marks. Is that why your mouth is so loose?”

“…What?”

“Earlier, did you ask whether I forgot that the academy is in the Central Region? To correct you, this place is an academy before it is the Central Region.”

Not just a simple educational site, but a place where the children of nobles are taken as hostages to strengthen the monarchy.

-Thud.

The wound I had received from Professor Marks was already healed.

It was nothing for me to suddenly get up from the sickbed and strongly grasp the forearm of the frail wizard.

“Ugh, will you let go? How dare you against the Count Caspera’s house…”

“Academy’s first principle. There is no distinction of status here.”

Of course, it’s a principle that has faded over time,

But perhaps the founding emperor wanted this exact scenario.

The subversion among the nobles.

“I warned you. Don’t think I’ll just overlook you using violence against me, armed with such a hollow principle.”

However, our young lady, still not fully understanding the situation, adopted a defiant attitude.

Thud!

“Aaah!”

“Ha ha. Trying to act calm when you’re clearly terrified.”

My push sent her crashing hard against the wall.

“You, you madman! How dare you do this to my sister, just a baron’s offspring!”

Only after her sister screamed did Laura come to her senses and reached out her hand towards me.

It was the perfect distance.

Close enough for both sisters to clearly hear my quietly menacing voice.

“And secondly. If you think I’m backed only by the Byron Barony, you’re greatly mistaken.”

Count Frontal.

Duke Speda.

– I did hesitate a bit, but also Duke Roberk.

As I named each influential noble family, the color drained from their faces.

Laura was no different.

Her outstretched arm froze in place as she stared blankly at me.

“No, no way. Who are you…!”

“Ask the representatives of your family here at the academy. It just so happens that my fiancée is also here. Why not verify who is lying?”

Power met with power,

As I spread my arms wide with a mocking smile, the expressions around me were varied.

Fear from the Caspera sisters.

A nauseated look from Elizabeth.

And a blank expression from Luciana.

“…”

“Lady Luciana? I’m embarrassed you had to see this.”

I quickly bowed my head as Luciana burst into the room without knocking.

Feeling the heat rise to my ears.

‘…Could I die from this?’

The intense shame was enough to make me wish to drown myself in a basin of water.

“No. I saw Professor Marks approaching the door, so I hurriedly opened it, but it seems there’s no issue.”

Professor Marks?

Why is he here?

Before I could settle my thoughts, the Caspera sisters had turned pale.

“I’ll go first. Move aside!”

Laura, who had also been treated, grabbed her sister’s wrist and hurried out of the infirmary as if Professor Marks was some sort of ghost to her.

‘After being beaten to dust, it’s no surprise they’d develop a trauma.’

Could this have been intentional?

“Lady Luciana, did you mention the professor being here as a strategy to drive them out…?”

“Why would I do that? I don’t have the smooth talk like you. It was true that Professor Marks was outside this room.”

How disappointing!

I had thought Luciana’s political acumen had taken a step up.

‘What really brought that gentleman here, anyway?’

Was he coming to apologize to those he had knocked down?

That’s hardly likely. Having seen him in the game, I knew him best.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“Ah, yes! I’m fine. The infirmary’s dedicated priest’s healing magic is really impressive.”

“…Good. That’s a relief.”

She sighed in relief for a moment and then firmly gripped my hand.

In that warmth, my worries quickly evaporated.

“Thanks to you. With the clue you gave, I was able to win the duel against the aura expert.”

Fortunately, it seemed she hadn’t fallen into that trap. With Luciana’s skill, obtaining that sloppy pendant wouldn’t have been difficult.

“Ha ha, I’m glad I could help.”

“Yes, I should reward you.”

She paused, her hand on her chin as if pondering, then suddenly snapped her fingers as if a good idea had struck her.

“Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll teach you the family’s aura cultivation method.”

“…What?”

“Lucy!”

Unexpectedly generous, I was taken aback, as was Elizabeth, who had been silently observing the situation until her voice grew louder.

***

“Hans Byron…”

In the supervisor’s office of the Jearne Dormitory..

After checking all personnel and marking the roster,

The last page.

Hans Byron’s name was scrawled at the tip of the pen.

‘I never thought he’d be the one to say what I had in mind. Academy’s first principle.’

He didn’t expect it to come from a noble, directed at another noble, so a bitter smile emerged.

The academy does not discriminate by social status.

It wasn’t just a matter of student interactions.

It applied equally to how a commoner professor treated noble students.

Whether beating them or docking their points.

The Caspera sisters could do nothing in retaliation,

Even though they were nobles and he was a commoner.

However,

Despite being publicly humiliated, the malice in their eyes was anything but ordinary.

He meant to warn them in the name of intimidation.

But Hans Byron had preempted it.

Part of him was puzzled.

His body has aged, of course,

And in his younger days, he faded away due to poor decisions.

The faded dreams of youth now tucked away in a drawer.

‘Anyway, I have nothing to lose.’

But Hans Byron was different.

He was a member of a noble family.

Carrying the heavy facade named honor and responsibility.

‘Nobles have much to lose. He must have a strong heart.’

Was it because he was old?

For once, he blamed his own dark eyes, which had been too ready to see nobility as inherently twisted.

His boldness and bravery, even in front of high nobility,

He quite liked that.

And above all…

‘That courage, it’s also very much directed towards his master.’

The lid of the returned locket opened.

Before his hair turned completely white.

A portrait from his student days, when he was young, was carefully placed inside.

And beside it,

For the first time in a long while, through a portrait, he saw his old master, who sat demurely with hands clasped, looking at him.

‘Son of the Baron family. And yet the dedicated servant of the duke’s daughter.’

He revisited the duel where he had crossed swords with him.

‘His dodging skills were useful.’

Given his involvement in the martial arts department, it seems he’s not a wizard.

But that’s about it.

The absolute firepower was lacking.

Still not able to wrap aura around his weapon—doesn’t that make him less than third-rate?

If he can’t even use the minimum aura, or cast magic,

Eventually, he won’t be able to contend with those who are significantly stronger.

‘How then can he protect himself and those he serves from the predatory nobles?’

He clicked his tongue involuntarily.

Nobles are a group that extremely detests any tarnish on their honor, no matter how trivial the reason.

The humiliation experienced in the infirmary today is something those twin sisters won’t forget.

“Clearly, he needs special training.”

It’s not that he holds him in any special regard compared to himself.

Just that.

It’s a repayment for the favor he did for him.

***

“Riu Caspera is hosting a tea party?”

“Yes, a invitation has been sent to you as well.”

Tea parties.

Gatherings of nobility are not just for entertainment.

They are for consolidating power.

“Will you attend?”

“Why would I?”

Its underlying purpose is not hard to guess.

He was also at the center of that classroom incident.

Obviously, it would be a meeting to discuss the punishment of that professor and plan future actions.

“After all, it’s a gathering of Central people. I’d just be a decorative piece with a good background there.”

Moreover.

Is there likely to be any advanced discussion about an academy professor who cannot be punished?

He can only imagine it being idle table talk.

Even from a merchant’s perspective, there’s no merit.

“Still, wouldn’t it be wise to attend? They are said to be discussing what to do with nobles from the North.”

“…Was that written in the letter?”

A moment of thought followed the loyal servant’s suggestion.

‘Now that I think about it, there was friction with Luciana.’

“This situation is getting interesting.”

“What will you do?”

“I will not attend.”

It’s not just lacking in merit.

There’s no merit at all, in fact, it’s replete with demerits—why would he go and poke a sleeping lion’s whiskers?

“Instead, send a letter from our side.”

He was a merchant.

He needed to invest where he could inflate his gains maximally with the information he had.

“Whom should I send it to?”

“Naturally…”

He almost said ‘Luciana Speda,’ but then closed his mouth.

-Right? Then just smash through it directly.

Smashing the negotiating table with force.

A scenario where his information turns into worthless scraps painted itself in his mind.

“…send it to Hans Byron.”

Suddenly, he remembered her dedicated servant.

“To just a baron’s offspring?”

“Just do as I say. No back talk.”

There was also a personal interest in the winner of the martial arts competition.

Additionally, before his admission, if he had calmed her rampage at the social gathering with his smooth handling, it was truly an impressive act. While everyone praised the bold yet effective preemptive strike of the Speda noblewoman, her eyes were those of someone truly ready to draw a sword in earnest. Consequently,

“Hans Byron and I might be able to conduct a satisfactory negotiation.”

If he could nurture such a troublesome individual without a blemish, then surely,

“All transactions require a discerning participant to come to fruition.”

If he takes this information seriously, he might pay a high price for it.

“Will he respond appropriately?”

It was a foolish question.

“It’s difficult to ignore a letter from the Duke of Daimon.”

“That makes sense. Please forgive my slip of the tongue. I’ll send it immediately.”

The young man with golden hair smiled, prompting the servant to quickly bow his head.

To avoid further upsetting him, as he dislikes dealing with fools.

Prev I TOC I Next

Survival 93

Prev I TOC I Next

When faced with an overwhelmingly strong opponent, the difference in level is sometimes so great that it’s impossible to even gauge.

That was the case for Lady Caspera.

In front of the nobility, she faced a commoner who professed to be a professor, one without any detectable mana or aura.

Thus, she likely assumed her victory would be easy.

However, to Luciana, it was clear.

“He’s strong…!”

A veteran knight seasoned in countless battles for the family.

His aura, rising from his iron fist, was formidable enough not to be overshadowed even when compared to those elite knights.

The wand was merely decorative.

Clearly, he was a warrior.

But soon, she realized her own misconception.

“Please, spare me! I surrender… Ugh, ughhh!”

“Oh, as nobility, you should stand by your words to the end.”

Lips tightly sealed.

His outstretched hand slammed down to the floor with a thud.

It wasn’t force that silenced him.

The old professor stepped back, smiling.

‘This is surely…’

A miracle that summons phenomena that do not exist in this world, using mana as a price.

It was clear that the magic had prevented Lady Caspera’s surrender.

‘I’ve heard it’s inefficient to walk two paths at once…’

A warrior in appearance, Who wields magic.

Sure, in terms of aura and physical combat alone, Speda family’s elite knights are superior.

But what if such well-mastered magic is added to the mix?

And if one is deceived by his appearance and believes him to be merely a warrior?

The outcome of the match was hard for Luciana to predict.

“Wow… I don’t know if I’m at the professor’s level, but may I dare to challenge him?”

Therefore, when the servant she cherished fearlessly rushed in to challenge,

The most shocked was Luciana herself.

-Thud.

She instinctively grabbed his collar forcefully.

“Hans, stop it now.”

Taking the pendant seemed easy at first glance, but considering his level, it was nearly impossible.

Hans surely knew this.

“But how can I miss this opportunity?”

“You could achieve the grades in other ways. With your skills, you don’t need to take such risks…”

“That’s not it. Professors, especially those ones, tend to be quite biased.”

Hans lowered his voice, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.

So faintly that even she, standing closest to him, could barely hear.

He knew.

It was Hans who had revealed Professor Marks’s true nature and warned to be cautious.

-Most professors will be favorable to Lady Luciana, given her capabilities and her background as part of a ducal family. All except one.

“Is that the one in charge of ‘combat and dueling’?”

“Yes. He is of common birth and dislikes noble students.

No, it goes beyond dislike; he despises them.

Then,

Why not take the time to show sincerity and win him over?

At least, once someone holds the title of professor, they may be biased but cannot reverse the results in front of their eyes.

If so, then Luciana’s skills were certainly sufficient. She thought, ‘If it’s too tough, I could knock everyone down and win by myself…’

But before even a few hours had passed since she voiced that thought, Hans’s actions, contemplating provoking the professor’s temper, gave her a headache.

“Your eloquence might even make a professor who dislikes nobles see you differently. So don’t unnecessarily embrace such risks.”

Despite her discouragement, he merely smirked.

“It’s no problem for me. But Lady Luciana, merely because you are a duke’s daughter, you might be neglected.”

She gasped at his remark. At the same moment, she caught sight of Lady Caspera being hastily carried out on her sister’s back. The punishment seemed excessive, more like a brutal assault. If such outright violence was unhesitatingly employed, how easily might biased scoring occur?

“Just watch me closely. And as soon as my match is decided, you can challenge for a duel.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“You’ll understand when you see it, Lady Luciana. There’s no time to explain now, but I’ll show you the professor’s weakness.”

Leaving those cryptic words behind, he strode towards the professor.

***

“…You are indeed brave to challenge me after witnessing that duel.”

The old man’s eyebrows twisted in displeasure. Despite leading his beloved commoner mercenaries to the top of Class A and having amiable conversations, his suspicion and hostility did not wane. Perhaps he was still upset after seeing the Caspera twins, or maybe it’s just that all nobles, even from the Baron families, are the same to him. Maybe professors, with their fickle hearts, are no more reliable than reeds.

‘I still have to do what I need to do.’

“Isn’t it obvious?! That overwhelming duel! Even though Lady Caspera is among the top students in Class A, you subdued her effortlessly. I was amazed by your prowess!”

Even the watching students, and the professor who had been glaring fiercely, were momentarily taken aback by my resounding voice.

“I am also a student of the martial arts department! I too wish to experience even a fraction of that duel!”

Professor Marks, forgetting to respond, closed his eyes and maintained his silence.

A top student, filled with passion and a fighting spirit. Acting the part wasn’t hard for me. In fact, the real challenge was suppressing the laughter bubbling up inside me.

A noble who relies on his position to act arrogantly or a noble who humbly seeks instruction despite the humiliation?

Or even a noble who just passively attends classes without much thought?

He must have encountered countless such types over the years.

However,

A student seeking instruction from a ‘professor’, particularly one of common birth, might just be the most tiresome type to deal with.

‘A noble student coming to a commoner professor in such a humble manner must be a first for him.’

“Very well. It’s been a while since I’ve seen such a passionate student.

“Come up to the dueling arena.”

“Yep!” 

How could he spit in the face of someone smiling?

In the end, his only choice was to accept my challenge.

***

“The conditions are the same. If you can take my pendant, I promise you the highest grades.”

“Ha ha. More than such a reward, the duel itself holds greater value for me!”

I raised my dagger, taking in my opponent carefully. The old man with wispy white hair held nothing but a small wand. With the pendant jingling temptingly, it seemed too easy, almost as if he was inviting me to take it.

But I knew.

I knew it was a poisoned apple.

“I’ll give you the lead. Come on in.”

“I’m sorry for being passive after speaking so boldly. I just don’t want to follow in Lady Caspera’s footsteps.”

This was no joke.

He was also boss-level, one of the infamous mid-bosses that made many players groan in frustration.

‘Warden Marks, I too struggled with him initially.’

I still remember.

The first help request I ever posted in the community.

[Help… I can’t progress the story…]

[I thought I was fairly confident in my control? But after defeating all enemies, it was game over the moment I made a mistake with him.]

[What’s the problem? I dodged every pattern.]

[The problem is you dodged everything LOL]

[(My comment) Blocked]

[No, seriously; this boss requires you to get hit on purpose.]

If ‘Bastard Lexton’ was a typical boss testing physical strength,

‘Warden Marks’ was the first gimmick-type boss you encounter in the game.

Commonly known as the ‘invisible trap.’

Marks, who used both magic and aura, had a unique gimmick. He used mana in a form that required a wand and aura in a form that involved knuckles or bare fists.

When in aura form, only attacks using aura were allowed, and when in mana form, only magical attacks were allowed.

If you ignore this and try to attack in the opposite form?

An instant, unavoidable counterattack happens, similar to what Lady Caspera experienced—a sudden death.

The reverse was also true.

Moreover, if the player and the boss stayed in the same form without engaging in combat for a certain period, the same instant death occurred. Both aura and magic stats had to be carefully balanced.

Dodging was limited, and a direct confrontation meant I was overwhelmed.

He was one of the worst bosses for me in terms of compatibility.

‘I hope Luciana recognizes this.’

However.

Such gimmicks were not something I could explain to Luciana.

Isn’t it strange?

No matter how knowledgeable or adept at navigating politics one might be, it was odd to know a method to handle a professor that even older academy students didn’t know.

So, the only option was to show her directly in action.

“Then I’ll take the lead.” 

His leap was agile, not typical for someone of his age. Closing the distance in an instant, he threw a punch wrapped in aura, similar to what he had done to Lady Caspera.

-Ching!

The sound produced by the clash of my dagger and his fist was unexpectedly clear and resonant. My arm trembled from absorbing his attack.

“Quick reflexes,” he noted.

“It’s a duty of a servant from the Speda Ducal House to be skilled in swordsmanship,” I replied, smirking instinctively and regaining my stance.

But with that one clash, I had an intuition.

‘Incredibly heavy.’

Where did such strength come from in this old man? Pushed back bit by bit due to the sheer aura and raw strength disparity, I thought.

“Much better than the student earlier.”

“……”

“You’ve gone quiet. What happened to the bravado you had just a moment ago?”

His relentless attacks flowed like water, leaving me no chance to act; I gritted my teeth.

‘Damn. If only I hadn’t entrusted my dagger to Oparn… My gear is my life. Without most of my power now, I can’t assure victory. If I could use a counter-attack, maybe I could have tried something. A method to strike a vital point or to target a blind spot could have been possible.’

But…

I glanced briefly at Luciana. She seemed not to have forgotten my earlier instructions, her eyes sparkling like sapphires fixed on me. The only thing I could reveal was ‘Hans Byron.’ Even if I had the golden dagger, I couldn’t use it.

Wouldn’t there be suspicion as Frost Mane again?

‘Tch, even better. After all, I have only one goal. The pendant? Top grades? Of course, those are tempting, but the moment Marks senses his magic has been figured out, his alertness will increase, preventing Luciana from having a chance.’

-Ching!

So, I steadied my breath and took a step forward. Dodging was not an option. Simply avoiding attacks wouldn’t give Luciana any hints. I plunged relentlessly toward him, channeling all my force into the northern standard-issue dagger and swung it towards Professor Marks.

-Ching!

“…ugh.”

‘Ah, I should have brought the Raven claw!’

***

The first thought that struck her while watching the battle was dissonance.

‘Why isn’t Hans dodging the attacks?’

Luciana, who had sparred with him the most, knew well. His strength lay in his nimble footwork. His forte was neutralizing the opponent’s attacks entirely through evasion and creating unexpected opportunities to strike vulnerabilities.

However, the Hans before her now was markedly different. Even as he heaved rough breaths, he desperately charged at Marks, seemingly willing to fight to the death.

‘It’s like he’s determined to fight to the death.’

Avoidance seemed non-existent in his dictionary.

– Suddenly.

It was then that his true nature shone through most vividly in her mind. The moment he completely abandoned the attack and instead gracefully dodged his magic.

That was the Hans she knew best.

‘Why did he dodge only that?’

His ability to narrowly avoid attacks and then counterattack was Hans’s forte.

Even now, his actions were out of character.

“I recognize your tenacity. You were thinking only of the duel with me, not the pendant from the beginning… Truly a rare student these days.”

“…”

“Still, I do wonder. You ranked third in the entrance exam. I’m not sure if that was your true level, or do you have a talent for leadership?”

Even as he complimented, there was a subtle insult mixed in his provocation, but Hans remained unfazed.

Rather,

“Heh. Giving me a moment to breathe. You truly are a professor.”

Hans expressed his gratitude.

But having sparred with him often, she knew his habits.

His statement had a hint of sarcasm.

‘It’s sarcasm.’

That was also one of Hans’s strengths—provoking his opponents to distract and disrupt their concentration.

Unlike his usual aggressive self, he seemed to have no intention of attacking at all.

‘…Hans, what are you trying to show?’

There was definitely something more.

That even the renowned Lady Caspera from Class A, known for her skill, had been subdued instantly.

And that Hans was persisting with such an uncharacteristic combat style.

Suddenly, their eyes met as he turned his head. It was as if they understood each other without words. He nodded once towards her.

-Watch closely.

He signaled with his lips, then abandoned his evasion-focused stance and charged directly at the professor.

“Cough!”

“It was just a fluke.”

The cost was severe. Immediately, Hans’s arms, legs, and back twisted grotesquely—a clear result of magic.

‘How dare he harm my servant!’

She barely suppressed her rising anger. Surely, Hans’s intent wasn’t merely driven by emotion

She analyzed meticulously.

What Hans had been trying to show by sticking to such an unsuitable combat style was…

…just then.

Luciana noticed something odd in the professor’s actions. Hans had only truly exchanged blows with the professor when he was clenching his fists.

Conversely, when the professor held the wand, Hans dodged without striking any fatal blows, similar to when Lady Caspera had been rendered powerless.

And similarly, when Hans charged at him boldly only to be subdued instantly.

She could definitely see the pattern.

Clearly, it was when the old man held the wand.

As the professor again lifted his wand and moved forward,

“-That’s enough. It seems the duel is decided.”

-Swish-

Luciana drew her sword, declaring an end to the battle.

As Lady Caspera had been treated, she had no intention of leaving Hans in a humiliating position.

“This time it’s the champion, huh? Very well. Since the duel with student Byron has concluded, there’s no need to continue.”

“Eliza, take care of Hans.”

“Huh? Oh, alright!”

She had always been perceptive to her emotions. Perhaps she had noticed the icy anger, and after all, Hans was also her fiancé…

‘Enough, now is the time to focus on the professor.’

“Then let’s start the duel again. Come on in. I’ll give you the lead.”

“Drop the petty tricks.”

The old professor with the wand lounged back casually. Who would he fool? Hans had already proven what was necessary. Whatever magic he used, the moment he held the wand had to be avoided. Now was the time to focus solely on evasion. How would Hans have handled this moment when he couldn’t attack?

“…You speak harshly.”

“Well, what can’t I say to a commoner? Especially to one who doesn’t know their place.”

She mimicked him, forcing a smirk.

‘If the soldiers from the North heard this, they’d surely be shocked.’ 

She doesn’t despise commoners. They are either comrades-in-arms or those under her protection. But this commoner, who had harmed Hans, was definitely her enemy.

“…So you’ve seen through it. Certainly, a champion stands apart. But that changes nothing.”

Aura flared around his fist. In response, she summoned aura around her ancestral sword, a relic of pride and heritage.

-Bang!

Luciana’s eyebrows shot up instantly. She poured strength into both hands and swung her sword, only to be blocked by a single punch.

“Ho, this is the strength of a champion… Strong, indeed, but it feels too reliant on aura.”

“Shut up. I don’t want your opinion.”

Apart from that, he had touched a sore spot. She was a woman. Sne doesn’t possess the primal strength that emanates from the muscles like her brother or father. That she relies solely on aura is her weakness, something Luciana knew all too well.

“If you can’t achieve harmony, you’ll eventually fall.”

“Bitter advice, but I’ll take it into consideration.”

With each exchange, she was pushed back step by step by the professor who drew upon his hidden strength.

“Whew. But to achieve this much at your age. It has been a pleasure to see a pupil. In return, let me show you this.”

He planted his right foot on the dueling floor as if anchoring a pillar.

Using it as a support, he summoned all his strength from his core and swung his fist.

A punch compressed with aura.

Unable to withstand the impact, she inadvertently dropped her sword.

“What happened just now…”

“Not all auras are the same just because they have blossomed. There are higher stages too.”

As he casually dusted off his hands, acting as if it were no big deal, Luciana knew better.

‘I was completely mistaken. He’s beyond the level of elite knights.’

The evolution of aura.

An expert who has reached such a state could easily surpass even the most renowned knights of her family. The fact that he used high-level magic effortlessly without incantations, and now this display of his aura mastery, was telling.

“Today, we’ll end the class here. Everyone, prepare for the next lesson…….”

“Wait a moment, professor. Isn’t there something still to be settled?”

“What are you talking about..?”

Luciana could see it. The old man, glancing at his hands and then fumbling at his chest, displayed a look of confusion.

“If I may offer some advice, using big moves tends to leave you vulnerable.”

Luciana confidently reached out to pick up her sword. In that moment, a blue light flowed from the sword, shaping itself into the form of a small dagger, floating in the air.

Indeed.

It was a small aura formed by the ability of her ancestral sword. The moment Luciana seemingly ‘dropped’ her sword was calculated. From the professor’s blind spot beneath his chin, her aura had already severed the string of the pendant.

What followed was simple.

Catching the falling object with the hand that had dropped the sword was something anyone with good eyesight could do.

‘I tried mimicking Hans’s levitation magic, and it turned out quite useful.’

This was based on how he had secretly levitated an artifact to disarm her in the past. Her experience in the martial arts tournament shone through once again.

“Didn’t you promise top grades? I’ll attend all classes, so don’t worry too much.”

Luciana flashed a victorious smile towards the bewildered old man.

Prev I TOC I Next

Act 74

Prev I TOC I Next

Admiration for the appearance was fleeting. Aileen began to ponder.

What could be the purpose of the notorious ‘Black Knight’ appearing here?

“Curious?”

As if he knew what she was thinking, she was startled by his manner of speaking, but soon regained her composure.

“Don’t worry, I only plan to state my business and leave.”

The Black Knight continued in a dry tone and then pulled something out from within his coat.

A plain box that could hold a small object.

It was unrefined, unadorned, and simple, but Aileen somehow became curious about what was inside.

“It’s a soul stone.”

‘What?’

His tone was dry again, but more than that, his words made her considerably flustered.

“A soul stone?”

“Yes.”

Many questions whirled through her mind.

Why does the Black Knight have a soul stone?

Is there really a soul stone inside?

Why is he giving it to me?

“What is this?”

A question laden with various implications.

Because of that, Aileen inwardly regretted it.

Such a foolish question!

“What do you mean, can’t you recognize it even if you study it yourself?”

“I, I know. I’m asking what your intention is in giving this to me!”

Aileen, trying to suppress her embarrassment, instead got angry, prompting the Black Knight to open the box and show her the contents.

Inside was definitely a soul stone.

It looked slightly different from the ones she had researched before, but it unmistakably emitted a bright red glow and an ominous aura.

“Harmony.”

“Harmony?”

“I have no intention whatsoever of opposing the royal family. I may have harmed the nobility’s honor, but all this is for the empire.”

Aileen looked at the Black Knight’s face.

She couldn’t read his emotions through his eyes, but she felt a similarity to ‘someone’ from the royal family.

“Lies.”

Unlike him, she could read some of his inner thoughts.

“Why would you think that?”

“If you truly wanted harmony with the royal family, you would have spoken directly with the secretariat.”

She voiced her thoughts.

If the Black Knight truly wanted ‘harmony’ as he claimed, he would have directly approached the secretariat.

She was just a mage researching the ‘soul stone,’ not someone directly connected to the royal family.

‘Surely, he must know this.’

The fact that he came to her with a ‘soul stone’ indicated as much.

Then why?

“You are surprisingly smart.”

His rude tone and slightly mocking nuance twisted Aileen’s lips slightly, but she chose not to visibly bristle.

“As you said, there’s a different real purpose. However, it’s not a lie that I seek harmony.”

“Then what is the real purpose…”

“Do you need to know that?”

At the Black Knight’s strong stance, Aileen flinched.

“The more soul stones there are, the more progress in research. It wouldn’t be a big loss for you, right?”

“There’s no need for one more. I’ve already seen some results from my research…”

“Wasn’t your first submitted paper rejected?”

‘Ugh’

Aileen tried her best to hide her emotions, but this time it showed on her face.

“How, how do you know that…”

“There are many ways to find out. So, will you take this soul stone?”

There was no need to refuse.

But still… despite being a hero to the people, the unease of being manipulated by the ‘Black Knight’ was inevitable.

Yet, Aileen took the jewel box held in the Black Knight’s hand.

“That’s a good idea.”

Even if it felt bad, she had a means to prove herself right in front of her.

Refusing would be foolish.

“Tell the secretariat. The Black Knight has no intention of violating the royal protocols.”

As the ‘Black Knight’ disappeared into the darkness, Aileen felt her insides boiling.

Was it because he had mocked her intelligence just moments ago? No.

“Why do I like that mask so much…”

It was for complex reasons that couldn’t be explained with words.

***

“Sir Julian, may I come in?”

While I was tidying up some documents in my office at the ‘Closed Eyes’, I heard Razlot’s voice following a knock, and I told him he could come in.

As he entered my office, he greeted me politely.

“It seems you have something to tell.”

“Yes.”

Razlot nodded to my casual question, looked at me for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and then began his report.

“It seems the date for the Archbishop’s succession ceremony will be postponed.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“It’s because of the Black Knight, I presume.”

As I spoke softly, Razlot showed a slight sign of surprise.

“How did you know?”

“The secretariat has been quite turbulent because he brought a soul stone. Being a part of ‘Closed Eyes,’ it’s hard not to know. Haha.”

I couldn’t very well say I had brought it myself, of course.

“Si, my apologies. I shouldn’t have spoken carelessly…”

Though it was a casual remark, Razlot apologized for his faux pas.

“However, this might expedite the cleanup of the ‘Nameless Gang.’ Now that it’s confirmed the ‘Black Knight’ really is a member of the ‘Nameless Gang,’

“That means…”

Knock Knock!

As Razlot was continuing, there was another knock on the door of my office.

I spoke again, allowing the person to come in.

“Excuse me, Julian. I came because I have something to say…”

A man entered the office. Razlot’s pupils dilated as he recognized the familiar face.

“Sir Dantes.”

The one who had entered my office was ‘Dantes Christo’, one of the bishops of the ‘Dawn Society’.

With a seemingly friendly smile, he shifted his gaze to Razlot.

“Oh, Razlot, it seems you’ve been assigned here.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Above Razlot’s head, a ‘purple’ haze began to swirl.

If he realizes that Razlot is not working for the ‘Dawn Society’ but for me instead, it could become troublesome. It seemed he was aware of this.

“Ah, so that’s why Julian is so well-informed about the internal affairs of the Dawn Society. It’s thanks to you, I see.”

Dantes, a seasoned noble, quickly grasped the subtle dynamics between us.

I remained calm and silent, but Razlot, perhaps out of fear, started to tremble as the purple shimmer above his head grew more intense.

“That’s right. It’s not just working for the Dawn Society, we also have a personal collaboration.”

When I affirmed this, Razlot looked at me in shock, probably thinking I would defend him.

“And you should do the same, Dantes Christo.”

I spoke firmly, and Dantes hid his friendly smile.

“The Christo family has amassed wealth through transportation. I understand that you have struggled for the empire’s prestige, but…”

I showed him a document I had been organizing. It explicitly detailed the scandals the ‘Christo family’ had kept hidden.

“Colluding with the Holy Nation of Fernand, that’s a troublesome issue.”

Dantes, maintaining a nonchalant expression, began to read the document I handed him, and after finishing, he returned it with a meaningless laugh.

“Haha, you know quite a lot. How did you find out?”

“There are many ways to find out.”

In my case, it wasn’t so much that I had found out as that I already knew.

Dantes Christo, being a bishop of the Dawn Society, is one of the targets that must be tackled as the story progresses.

However, I always wondered. The protagonist, ‘Sword Saint’ Hayden Reich, a peerless hero revered as a ‘Sword Saint,’ why does he only fight them head-on and not think to win them over?

‘The information is already accumulated.’

For instance, that the ‘Christo family’ was originally a devoted member of the Solar Church, closely associated with the Holy Nation, or that the ‘Nameless Gang’ were actually a group formed under Gerard’s influence.

Things like that.

‘There is also a church in the empire that worships the sun god Solarun. It seems the Christo family is unaware of this?’

The document in front of him was a ‘fake’, hastily scribbled to fit the form.

Nevertheless, Dantes would not have the resources to verify this.

“Why do you think they call it ‘Closed Eyes’? If you adhere to the code, even if you break some rules, we’ll ‘turn a blind eye’ to it.”

It’s not the evidence but knowing itself that’s the problem for him.

“I knew a day like this would come.”

With a composed expression, Dantes rambled on.

“So, if you’re not here as ‘Julian of the Closed Eyes’, you must want something from me, right?”

Even though he realized that I had leverage over his weakness, Dantes seemed quite at ease.

The imperial court, a golden tower of power, takes treason very seriously.

Dantes’s calmness suggested he sensed a way out.

“Yes, if things were governed according to the rules, Sir Dantes would now be on the gallows.”

“That’s true. Haha, I guess I should thank you for saving my life.”

With a somewhat resigned laugh, Dantes looked at Razlot.

“I see why you’re playing into Julian’s hands. You’re in a similar situation to me now, aren’t you?”

As Dantes said this, Razlot began to watch my reactions.

These fools always make me out to be the villain… Ah, right.

Yes, I am the sinister villain ‘Julian’ from ‘Let’s Kill the Demon Lord’ after all.

***

“That damn Black Knight, always up to useless things…”

Gerard was also greatly annoyed that the ‘Black Knight’ had delivered a soul stone to the imperial court.

His plan had been to proceed with ‘the job’ after Tenellon took over the position of ‘Grand Archbishop’, and the ‘Archbishop’ position became vacant, but the succession schedule had been pushed back.

“No, maybe it’s a good thing after all.”

Julian is more cunning than he thought.

And the ‘Black Knight’, although he is said to belong to the ‘Nameless Gang’, is a slippery fellow.

Having resolved to deal with them both, it would be better to establish a solid foundation before moving in.

“Besides, Sir Tenellon has called me personally this time.”

The postponement of the succession ceremony and the call could mean that Tenellon has secretly decided to make himself the ‘Archbishop’.

Of course, he knew it’s a vain dream.

But he thought there was no other reason for calling him at this timing.

While pondering this, he arrived at the place for his meeting with Tenellon, checked his attire, and went inside.

***

“The Black Knight has delivered a soul stone to the imperial court,” Tenellon said.

However, the words that came from Tenellon’s mouth were not related to the ‘succession ceremony’.

“Yes, I’ve heard. That detestable fellow, how much more must he deceive us…”

“Gerard.”

Tenellon called him in a quiet voice, cutting him off.

Normally, he would have been quite annoyed at being interrupted, but he wasn’t foolish enough to show that to someone of Tenellon’s stature.

“What would you do if you found a rat in the garden you created?”

Caught off guard by the question, Gerard was puzzled but decided to answer sincerely.

“I suppose I would kill it.”

“Why?”

“Seeing one rat means there could be many more unseen in the garden.”

“Hmm…”

“It’s necessary to set an example for them. Rats are everywhere. It’s important to set an example so that they don’t dare to show themselves.”

As he spoke fluidly, Tenellon took off the mask he was wearing.

Then, the scars inflicted by the ‘Sword Saint’ were starkly revealed on his face.

Gulp.

Gerard swallowed quietly. It was the first time he had seen his face.

“Is that so? If that’s what you think, there’s nothing I can do.”

His voice sounded resigned as his mouth twisted.

Though it seemed like a smile, the scars lent a grotesque aspect to it.

“Why did you betray us, Gerard?”

Prev I TOC I Next

Martial 4

Prev I TOC I NEXT

Bubble.

Inside the house, Eugene was stirring a bucket of clean water with a spatula, into which he had added valerian. There was plenty of valerian just outside his hut, so he had easily gathered it from there.

“Now I need to add honey and fairy wings…”

Creak.

“Speak of the devil,” Eugene smiled as he saw Taeje enter through the door. 

Just like a tiger that appears when you mention it, Taeje moved like the proverbial white tiger. 

“Hmm?” 

Eugene tilted his head as he noticed the slightly sullen look on Taeje’s face as he handed over the items. 

“Are you pouting because I sent you on an errand?” 

Surely a divine beast wouldn’t be upset over something so trivial. 

“Because of you, I…”

“…Never mind.”

Taeje grumbled at Eugene, then shook his head and retreated to a corner. He was angry at being treated like a flea-ridden germ carrier because of Eugene, but it wasn’t entirely Eugene’s fault, so venting his anger would have been pointless.

“How dull.”

Creak.

Eugene added the fairy wings and honey to the bubbling mixture in the bucket and stirred it vigorously again with the spatula.

Whisk.

“…Come down…”

Eugene gritted his teeth at Taeje, who had jumped up onto his head. How dare he climb onto someone’s head?

“You can’t see from below.”

“You little…”

“Uh-oh, it’s burning.”

Whisk, whisk.

Eugene, about to lose his temper, hastily started stirring the spatula again at Taeje’s words. To achieve the desired consistency, the mixture needed to be quickly heated over a strong flame; if it burned or stuck to the bucket, the result would be far from perfect.

“Is this an elixir? It looks like food waste to me.”

“You little… If you’re going to be a nuisance, get down.”

Eugene snapped irritably at Taeje. Why did he have to compare it to food waste, of all things?

“This is just the beginning.”

Gulp.

After stirring the mixture for a long time, Eugene smiled as he observed the thickening liquid in the bucket. After considerable heating, the liquid had reduced to a mere half-cup quantity.

“Is it done now?”

“No.”

There was still more to do. The half-cup of liquid needed to be mixed with troll’s blood.

Squeeze.

Trickle.

As Eugene tightly squeezed the troll’s heart that Taeje had brought, the blood flowed out in a stream.

“The heart has served its purpose.”

“Huh? Just for this?”

“It’s not just for this.”

The heart is the source of life for all creatures. Moreover, trolls, despite possessing magic, did not use it and stored it in their hearts. Since trolls primarily rely on strength for combat and hunting, the magic they accumulate naturally gathers in their hearts, especially in the blood contained within.

Swoosh, swoosh.

As Eugene mixed the troll’s blood into the potion he had made, he noticed the sticky liquid gradually solidifying.

Tap, tap.

Thud.

After the liquid in the cup solidified, Eugene struck the cup, dropping the contents onto the table. The substance, now somewhat firm, resembled a pudding-like food.

“It’s finally done.”

Press, press.

Eugene pressed the increasingly firm substance into a round shape with his hands, completing the elixir that would enhance his internal energy.

“So, did it need to be round?”

“It’s just easier to consume this way.”

“And for an elixir, it’s quite large…”

Taeje narrowed his eyes as he observed the elixir made by Eugene. Usually, elixirs were small pill-sized objects, but the one Eugene made was roughly the size of a child’s fist.

“This is the best I can do with what’s available now.”

Eugene smiled awkwardly, trying to laugh it off.

“Given the ingredients I can obtain right now, this is the best I can do. Making it smaller than this would lose the elixir’s efficacy, and making it bigger won’t increase its potency.”

Crunch.

Eugene took a big bite of the elixir he made.

“Oh…”

As expected, the taste was terrible. Although the honey masked any fishiness and added sweetness, an odd flavor followed the initial sweetness. Moreover, the texture was like chewing on dirt.

“Tasty?”

Eugene briefly considered putting some in Taeje’s mouth in response to his question. If there had been enough, he might have shoved some into Taeje’s mouth.

Gulp.

Sigh…

Having finished the elixir, Eugene set Taeje down from his head and immediately sat in a cross-legged position to begin his breathing exercises.

Hum.

‘Sigh… only one star gained…?’

Eugene felt disappointed as he assessed the total internal energy accumulated in his dantian. Even though he had hastily made the elixir, he had hoped it would enhance his power by two stars, reaching four stars, but he had to be content with just one, making it three stars. 

Normally, it would take a martial artist six to seven years to reach this level, but Eugene achieved it in just a day and a half and still wasn’t satisfied. This was understandable, considering Eugene had once reached the profound realm (玄境).

Swish.

Pshh.

When Eugene slowly opened his eyes, the mist that had formed around him suddenly dispersed in all directions.

“Finally reached three stars?”

“Only three stars.”

“Greed leads to trouble.”

Taeje shook his head at Eugene’s ambition while licking his front paw.

“If other martial artists saw your power, they’d call it demonic arts… Huh?”

Taeje suddenly felt something strange in his words and stood up abruptly.

“Why does your energy not feel like demonic energy?”

Demonic arts, unlike other forms of energy, are centered around demonic energy (魔氣). There are no exceptions. Demonic energy is created when the energies of yin and yang collide, causing internal energy to reverse. Thus, demonic arts are based on this energy, characterized by emitting unique demonic energy.

This reversal of energy through the principle of mutual opposition makes it highly unstable, but the intense and explosive collision of energies allows for a peculiar amplification of power in a short time. However, there was no such demonic energy coming from Eugene.

“Why…?”

Despite mastering the legendary demonic art, Heaven’s Killing God Technique (天殺神功), Eugene’s energy did not feel demonic.

“Why? Because the Heaven’s Killing God Technique isn’t demonic arts.”

Taeje’s eyes widened in shock at Eugene’s words.

“Heaven’s Killing God Technique isn’t demonic arts?”

“How can a divine beast be so dull… The name itself is Heaven’s Killing God Technique (神功), not demonic arts (魔功). Tsk tsk.”

Eugene clicked his tongue nonchalantly as he looked at the dumbfounded Taeje.

“Then why is it known as demonic arts?”

“That’s because the one who used the Heaven’s Killing God Technique, Galtian, wielded it as the Heavenly Demon.”

“Huh…”

Taeje let out a hollow laugh at Eugene’s explanation. The information he knew, no, what all the Four Guardian Beasts knew, was incorrect. He had never thought to question why a demonic art was named a godly technique.

Since the Four Guardian Beasts rarely ventured into the world and had never directly experienced the Heaven’s Killing God Technique, they couldn’t tell if it emitted demonic energy or not. They simply assumed that it was named as such and considered it a demonic art.

“Who created the Heaven’s Killing God Technique?”

“…Are you seriously asking me that? You, a divine beast?”

Eugene looked at Taeje with an incredulous expression. A divine beast that had lived twice as long as he had was asking him such a question.

“The Purple Haze Divine Technique (紫霞神功) of the Mount Hua Sect was once considered demonic arts too. It’s probably a similar case.”

“Isn’t that different? The Purple Haze Divine Technique truly was a demonic art.”

The Purple Haze Divine Technique of the Mount Hua Sect was once a demonic art. However, the Mount Hua Sect removed all demonic energy from the technique, transforming it into the current Purple Haze Divine Technique, which became the sect’s signature martial art.

“So, it is different. Your Heaven’s Killing God Technique wasn’t demonic arts to begin with.”

“Well… that’s true.”

“Aren’t you resentful? That your proud martial art was treated as demonic arts?”

“What can I do? The world already called me the Heavenly Demon.”

As Eugene continued to speak nonchalantly, Taeje began to feel unnecessarily guilty. After all, wasn’t he the same as everyone else? Every time he heard stories about the Heavenly Demon at Mount Kunlun, he would curse the Heavenly Demon himself.

“The story the Heavenly Demon told me was true after all…”

Taeje recalled the story Eugene had shared with him. At the time, no one believed the reason Eugene had become the Heavenly Demon. But now, knowing that the Heaven’s Killing God Technique wasn’t a demonic art, he believed that the Heavenly Demon had no real connection to the demonic sect and didn’t become the Heavenly Demon by choice.

Those who practice demonic arts can never learn orthodox martial arts. The reversal of energy inherent in demonic arts engulfs the body, making it impossible to practice any other martial arts. Therefore, it was clear that Eugene’s martial arts were not demonic arts.

‘Still, naming a technique ‘Heaven’s Killing God Technique’ when it’s not demonic… Who came up with that?’

Thinking about the name of the martial art, Taeje looked at Eugene.

“What are you staring at?”

“Just thinking how frustrated you must have been.”

“Oh, are you feeling sorry for me? Then, why don’t you go back home and get something useful…”

“Shut up.”

Taeje scolded himself for briefly feeling pity for Eugene. How could he be so shameless? His actions, disregarding only his personality, were just like those of an evil sect member, making it clear he was indeed the Heavenly Demon.

***

Heaven’s Killing God Technique: First Form, Earth Shaking Kick.

Thud.

Rumble.

“Sigh…”

Eugene let out a deep breath as he watched the ground before him overturn and a tree fall.

“It’s still not satisfactory.”

Ideally, his Earth Shaking Kick should have uprooted hundreds of trees in an instant. But now, it was only one tree. Even that was achieved by maximizing his energy. If he used the technique lightly, he couldn’t even uproot a single tree. In battle, he couldn’t afford to expend all his energy in one attack.

“Nothing impressive.”

“Why do you come over here just to annoy me?”

Eugene frowned at Taeje, who was sprawled on a rock nearby. He was already frustrated, and Taeje was making it worse by poking at him.

“If I moved my paw once, this area would become a barren field.”

Tsk.

Taeje licked his front paw, smirking and boasting about his power. Eugene narrowed his eyes at Taeje. 

‘Say that after returning to your original form. Saying such things while licking your paw in a cat’s form doesn’t inspire confidence or convey any majesty as a divine beast.’

At that moment.

“Hmm?”

“What is it?”

“Someone’s at the house.”

Before leaving the hut, Eugene had set up a barrier. Now, someone had entered it.

“Someone at the hut, aside from the times they give out food?”

There was still plenty of food left, so it had to be for another reason.

“Let’s go back.”

Eugene quickly put Taeje into his bag and headed swiftly towards the hut.

Prev I TOC I NEXT