Academy’s Genius Swordsman

＜ 153. Audience (5) ＞

#153

“I swear.”

There was a strangely loud voice. The one word I swore I swore echoed in the audience room. The emperor, who was silent for a moment, removed the sword from Ronan’s shoulder.

“ . . . raise your head.”

Ronan did that. The emperor looked down at himself with a solemn expression. His face reflected in his black eyes also had a solemn expression on his face.

“You are now the sword of the Empire and the new dawn. As long as you have power, you will always have to be on the lookout not to be deceived by evil. Because shadows only appear near the light.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“Now, get up and take the sword.”

Ronan got up. The leading emperor held out the sword of Balon. He took the sword with both hands, trying to be as graceful as possible.

‘It’s light. I can’t use it in practice.’

It was my first impression of becoming the dawn of the empire. Apart from being happy, there was almost no sense of reality. It was a problem that would be resolved over time, but it seemed like it would take more time to get used to it.

With that, the award ceremony ended. The spleen that prevailed in the air was slowly cooling down. The emperor, who was quietly looking up at Ronan, grinned.

“You’re so stiff. Now that the award ceremony is over, do as you did.”

“I will work hard.”

“I’m glad you said that. The secret agent can’t carry that sword, so wear it.”

The emperor, who was rummaging through his inner pocket, pulled out a round metal plate. Its color was red as the setting sun, and it was the size of a woman’s palm.

Its thickness was about the same as three gold coins stacked on top of each other. A falcon with its wings spread wide is engraved on both sides. Ronan tilted his head.

“what is that?”

It was an unfamiliar thing. The shape was different from the plaques used by inspectors and military police. The emperor handed the hand to Ronan.

“Lady. It’s a very old thing.”

The Emperor explained that the enemy to deal with was different, but the secret agent called Dawning itself existed from a distant past. The Dawningplate he is holding right now was also made during the bloodshed days. Receiving the hand, Ronan shrugged his eyebrows.

“It’s very light.”

The fact that he was holding it was unbelievable. If the La Mancha was cut into the same size, it would be similar. The emperor nodded triumphantly.

“That’s because it’s made of blood mithril.”

“Aha.”

Ronan nodded as if in understanding. Blood Mithril could do that. In fact, it was a completely different metal from Mithril, but it was given that name just because it was so hard and rare.

‘You will see the real thing like this.’

It was treated as a dream metal because it was hard and light, but it was really hard to see. Rumor has it that only the imperial family of Balon can save and deal with the Blood Mithril, but the truth is unknown. A meaningful smile appeared on the emperor’s lips.

“It’s okay to use it as a base when you don’t have money. No matter how much you don’t get it, you will be able to get enough without having to lift a finger for three generations.”

“Can I really sell it?”

“of course. Only if he committed a felony in the Empire and fled to another country. If caught, you will rot in a dungeon for the rest of your life.”

Ronan chuckled involuntarily. Now that I see, he was a man with a good sense of humor. Ronan, who was silent, took the Dawning Plaque in his arms.

“thanks. I will write well.”

“If it is, I will only bring it out at the decisive moment. It’s something that defenseless officers could be stunned if they saw it.”

Ronan nodded. Seeing that he was saying that in a serious voice, he didn’t know he was an ignorant punitive soldier, but it seemed that the regular army knew everything. The emperor’s face grew serious again.

“Then, is it okay if I do the first mission?”

“That bastard… no, anything related to Nebula Clazier.”

Ronan groaned heavily. It seemed that I could do anything now. Although there is an academy schedule, it was enough to treat it as a club activity. Whatever it is, Baren or the imperial family will take care of it. The emperor’s expression hardened solemnly.

“Jim wants you to attend the Sword Festival tomorrow.”

“okay. It’s a festival of swords… huh?”

Ronan raised his eyes. This was another unexpected order. the emperor asked.

“Well? But why?”

“Uh… no. Keep talking.”

“I do. As you know, the evil deeds of Nebula Clazier are usually done in places where they can inflict damage on many. The sword festival, where swordsmen from all over the continent gather, is a strong candidate. Jim wants you to inspect this place.”

“Then are you going to participate as a member of the imperial family?”

“Uh? what does that mean Do you belong?”

The emperor raised his eyebrows. It looked like he couldn’t understand what Ronan was saying.

“Isn’t there a set number of people who can participate in each organization?”

“…the number of people who can attend the ceremony is limited, but I know that anyone can go to Parzan. Did the rules change without Jim’s knowledge?”

“ah?”

Ronan stiffened. There was little chance that the still young and prosperous emperor was wrong. For a moment, Nabi Rose was fed up and a smiling face flashed in front of her eyes.

‘She deceived me…!’

Enlightenment was instantaneous. I thought something was strange. If the ultimate goal of the ritual was to find a holy sword that exists somewhere in the Holy Land, it was far more efficient to collect and filter it than to restrict participants by getting recommendations.

Nabirose should have planned to take both of them in the first place. Didn’t even Schlieffen know? Damn, this is why women with big breasts have to be careful. Ronan’s expression distorted colorfully. The emperor said in a confused voice.

“A test like yours would pass the level of consciousness without too much difficulty, but if you don’t like it…”

“···no. I want to do it tremendously. So you’re saying that we can just go to the festival of swords and catch all the suspicious-looking guys and kick them?”

“Yes.”

“Leave it to me. Because I was going to cover it tomorrow.”

Still, I wasn’t angry or upset. Ronan calmed his heart as he looked at his thickened wrists. Whatever the intention of Nabirose, it was true that he achieved rapid growth in just one month.

There was, however, something that had to be done before the mission began in earnest. It was important. Ronan looked directly at the emperor and opened his mouth.

“But, Your Majesty, I have a question for you.”

“Well? what?”

“Aren’t I winning?”

For a moment, the emperor’s eyes contorted. Ronan responded to his expression with an expressionless expression.

Know. It would have been convenient in many ways not to say it. In fact, I wish I had said it before dawn, but it was something I had to point out at a later date. No matter how short it was, I couldn’t take on a job that I would be doing for several years with an uneasy feeling.

‘If you look at what you’ve done so far, it’s worth being wary of.’

At least that’s what he would have done if he was the emperor. Ronan was a person who could be called the eye of a typhoon. Everywhere he went, he got entangled with Nebula Clazier and committed various incidents. Even from when I was a young blue child.

Of course, all the results were good, so he could be seen as a superior talent. Still, if you think about it for a bit, no one was as suspicious as this one. The emperor, who had been stunned for a moment, spoke.

“I think deeply. Not good for a sword, but good for a Dawn.”

Ronan didn’t answer. An awkward silence descended. The emperor suddenly turned his head and looked at the throne.

“…sitting on that chair, you can see things you wouldn’t normally see.”

“yes?”

“Typically, there is the inside of a person. As an emperor, if you deal with all kinds of human figures, you can get to know him just by having a brief conversation with others, and you will naturally know what kind of person he is. It’s amazing.”

Ronan turned his head to follow him. The chair with a strangely long back was changed to a bare buttocks part. It was a position only allowed to those who ruled the empire.

The emperor must have sat there and greeted countless people before Ronan was even born. People who came with their own good intentions, malice, and purpose. Come to think of it, it was a plausible argument. The emperor spoke.

“You hate Nebula Clazier. more than anyone else. Is what Jim said wrong?”

Ronan’s eyes widened. It was an irrefutable reasoning. He shook his head slightly.

“no.”

“Your fire has no time to burn anything but Nebula Clazier. Only waiting for the day to immortalize them. I will not deceive you that you were trying to use that blindness.”

The Emperor began to scan Ronan up and down. Hearing what the inside was saying, it felt like his eyes were piercing through his body.

“But if you ask me if I hired you for that reason, no. As I said before, you need to realize that you are a great person.”

“that···.”

“Whatever the intention, you are doing good. He defeated evil and saved the innocent. This is an open fact, and that is enough. It doesn’t matter what your background or why you hate Nebula Clazier so much.”

Every syllable the emperor spit out had power. Despite the height difference almost as tall as Hani’s head, I felt overwhelmed.

Is this the majesty of the monarch? The emperor, who had lowered his gaze to his chin, looked at Ronan’s eyes again and opened his mouth.

“Jim is the Emperor of Balon. My eyes haven’t hurt to the point where I can’t tell the difference between light and shadow yet.”

With those words, the conversation ended. Ronan nodded slowly. It was such a clear answer that it made me feel pathetic for asking a stupid question. With a smile on his face again, the emperor patted Ronan on the shoulder and said.

“Then, the story is over, so let’s move on.”

“Where?”

“Shouldn’t we simply celebrate the heroes who brought spring? You, the main character, didn’t mean to fall for me, did you?”

The emperor also added that this banquet could be the last banquet of the year. I suddenly remembered talking about what was going to be served with alcohol and snacks at the imperial palace when I was a punitive soldier.

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Maybe the Cheadle giggled saying they’d get gold instead of poop, but it was a good opportunity to check it out. Ronan grinned.

“Good.”

They left the audience and headed to the banquet hall. From the other side of the long hallway, the sound of people murmuring could be heard. Hearing the faint sound of glass clinking, he seemed to be enjoying himself.