Academy’s Genius Swordsman

< 75. Resuscitation (1) >

#75

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

“I’m sorry. He’s the one who didn’t learn.”

Balzac’s consciousness was interrupted.

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“… well.”

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

“Isn’t that what it is?”

“I have three Essences, so I won’t die… it’s almost done regenerating.”

“Then I’m glad. Usually, if you cut it in half, it would die.”

The head was barely regenerated. However, there were no sensations in any part of his body.

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

The body being regenerated was reminiscent of pottery glued together with glue. Fragments of his own body were floating in the blood. iron buck. Laying his head down again, he muttered softly.

“…we lost.”

“Oh, I woke up.”

Balzac focused without a word. The puddle began to dry quickly. After absorbing all the blood and flesh, he got up. There was not a single thread attached to the body that had been regenerated. Ronan’s expression wrinkled.

“Oh fuck. Put on something.”

“How faint have I been?”

“About ten minutes.”

“Thirty is the time I could have killed.”

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

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

“Take it.”

“It’s good because it’s exciting.”

“It’s the same as writing dirty numbers to each other. I lost and you win.”

There was no emotion in his voice. Ronan nodded. Ophelia, who was watching, approached with Sita. Balzac looked at her and said.

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

“No, we had a good fight.”

“There is no need for pretentiousness. By the way, have you forgiven me now?”

It was only then that Ophelia realized that she was within three steps of Balzac. After a moment’s silence, she opened her mouth.

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

“Is this the first step in two hundred years? I am thrilled.”

Balzac smiled, showing his fangs. Ophelia remained expressionless and did not respond. Together with Sita, she began processing the pulsating essence from Balzac’s hand.

“Right, so. It feels like it is slowly freezing.”

“Bye.”

A very precise blood magic was performed. A chunk of pure mana was transforming into a substance with a substance.

Before long, the processed essence of fresh blood was bitten in Sita’s mouth. The crystal in the form of a gem was as beautiful as it contained all the red colors in the world. Ronan said, stroking Sita’s hair gently.

“Good job. You really did it today.”

“Baya~”

Sita, who was purring, delivered the essence to Ronan. At that moment, letters lined up like chains came out of Ronan and Balzac’s honorifics. Balzac turned around, seeing that the blood oath had worked.

“Then I will go. See you again when you have the chance, Ophelia.”

“yes. Good bye.”

Suddenly, the cloak that covered Balzac’s body fell. Ronan let out a swear word. However, what was revealed under the cloak was not a naked metamorphosis, but a huge gray-brown bat. The one-eyed bat turned to Ronan and opened his mouth.

“Ronan. I will remember you.”

“Is that so? Don’t use water well.”

“Be strong. I look forward to a proper match next time.”

Balzac spread his wings. The wingspan seemed to be 4 m. With a single flap of his wings, his figure disappeared. Ronan muttered as he saw where Balzac had left.

“I thought I was going to have a blast, but I’m surprised.”

“yes. Because he is such a man.”

“Huhu Woo ··· I almost got away.

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the polymorph was released and its true form returned. He was terrified that Balzac, whose heart had been twisted, would attack him.

‘It was terribly strong. really.’

He was able to win only by mobilizing all kinds of dirty and disgraceful means. Had it not been a real battle, there would have been a very high probability of defeat. I felt the need to be strong again.

‘I’ll have to try again after my body has grown a bit. Because I’m dirty.’

It was too strong an enemy to deal with with a baby’s body. Ronan, who had calmed down to some extent, smiled. It wasn’t an honorable fight, but anyway, winning was winning. He said looking back at Ophelia.

“thank you. I lived thanks to you.”

“Nope. I haven’t done anything…”

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

It was sincere. A lot would have gone wrong without Ophelia. Ronan, who had stretched out, turned his back.

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

“Giving is not recommended.”

“Yamma, do I look pathetic enough to steal bone-dusted money? I have something to find out.”

It struck me that the architectural style was similar to the temple of Sarante. Ronan left the banquet hall with those words.

I hadn’t even thought about it, but if I saw a suitable gold piece, I thought it would be okay to pick it up and go. Ophelia, who was standing in the distance, followed him.

“Because I go. It could take a while.”

“Nope. I like things like this too… there’s nothing to do anyway.”

“Is that so?”

Ronan nodded. The two walked around the tombs together. It had already been robbed several times, so there were traces of damage or scorching.

“By the way, I’ve been wondering since a while ago, what’s the relationship between you two? Have you ever dated before?”

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

“As an ordinary childhood friend, there was a sense of distance. You treated me like an asshole running away with something buried.”

“Yeah…because you killed my sister.”

A cold silence descended. damn it Ronan muttered in a whisper. He was looking for a way to turn back time. Ophelia opened her mouth again.

“It’s not that I don’t understand. Because the younger brother tried to assassinate the Archduke. Balzac was a hero who kept the peace of his family and the night world at the same time.”

“What?”

“Still, I couldn’t forgive you. I really loved my sister.”

Ophelia spoke quietly. Her sister, who was active, said that one day she suddenly changed. Everything was useless and he was pessimistic about everything. In the end, he tried to assassinate the Archduke of Shadow, saying that unnecessary order should be destroyed.

“The younger sister at that time was… strange. It’s like being a different person.”

“You have no idea why that happened?”

“Ummm, I don’t know about that. I haven’t been out of the room since it got weird.”

“I’m sorry.”

“yes. My heart is… very difficult.”

Ophelia shut her mouth one last time. The two walked down the dark hallway in silence. Soon, a dead-end road came up. Ronan scratched his head and muttered.

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

There was nowhere else to dig. It seemed that the sense was wrong. There are days like this. It was the car that Ronan, who was so miffed, was about to turn around. Suddenly, Sita grabbed Ronan’s collar and pulled him up.

“Bye. Bye.”

“ok? what’s the matter?”

Ronan turned his head. Nothing was visible. At that time, Sita fired a bullet the size of a fist at the blocked wall. Aww! Part of the wall was destroyed and mana began to flow through the cracks.

“This···?”

It was something familiar to Mana. Ronan pulled the hilt. As the seven slashes were fired, the torn wall collapsed. A hidden space was revealed. Ophelia’s eyes widened.

“I wonder if there was a space like this…”

It was a small room with elaborate reliefs on three sides. Subtle mana was floating around the room. Ronan looked around and raised his eyebrows. An ugly rock stood out in the middle of the room.

“…Seniel?”

The shape was different, but the feeling was the same. It must have been the same item that was placed in the temple of Sarante.

A statue of Seniel that is created through the rain and wind for a thousand years. Sarante turned into a rock, leaving a saying that that great will resided in Ronan.

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

“Damn, what?”

I hurriedly let go of my hand, but an unknown sensation still lingered in my body. Ophelia muttered in a slightly startled voice.

“… it’s gone.”

“ok?”

“The mana that flowed out of the rock… disappeared.”

When I heard it, it really was. The mana floating around the room was no longer visible. It was a situation where he could only think that Ronan had absorbed it.

“···what?”

Ronan narrowed his brow and drooled. However, no matter how much I thought about it, there was no answer. The cold feeling that had drifted through the body soon disappeared.

He said hello to the statue once, as Sarante did, and then left the tomb. The closer we got to the exit, the stronger the smell of water. It was just the moment I stepped out of the gate.

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

“What else is this?”

“Hey profit…! Monster, monster!”

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound. A certain gloomy-looking man was looking at him with a crossbow. Ophelia, who was standing next to her, opened her mouth.

“It smells familiar. It must be one of the families of the children down there.”

“Aha. Is it okay to kill him?”

“yes.”

Ophelia groaned. The man hurriedly turned around and began to run towards the swamp. She reached out and chanted the spell. Ronan was thinking about something and blocked Ophelia’s front.

“Yes···? what are you doing?”

“wait. I think something will happen now.”

The distance between him and the man was about ten steps. Concentrated, Ronan swung his La Mancha at him. Whoops! The sword fired from the sword hit the man’s thigh.

“Aww!”

“Also.”

The man screamed and turned around. Ronan followed quickly. A cut deep enough to show the bones was engraved on the back of his thigh.

“Hey, save me! I’ll never hang out with vampires again!”

The man staggered backwards with his half-mutilated leg. The gushing blood was soaking the leaves of grass. Ronan clicked his tongue and muttered.

“Twitter, I couldn’t cut it.”

“What happened?”

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

“I do not know either. Maybe there’s something in that stone. When you see something like this all of a sudden.”

Considering that the existing crossroad was about three steps, it was a remarkable development. Come to think of it, the impact of shooting the sword was also reduced. Ronan was just about to cut the man’s head off. Suddenly, Ophelia tugged at his sleeve.

“Wait… can’t you leave that to me?”

“ok? what’s the matter?”

“That… that’s it…”

Ophelia blushed. She avoided Ronan’s eyes and placed her hand on her stomach. Ah, he was also a vampire. Ronan nodded and patted Ophelia on the shoulder.

“I got it. Then eat slowly.”

“Ugh…thank you.”

“Hey, wait a minute… are you eating?”

Ronan didn’t answer, turned his back and started walking. The man freaked out and backed away. White fangs glistened between Ophelia’s slightly gaping lips. A mist of water rising from the swamp engulfed the two of them. Then, a desperate scream rang out.

“Ahhh!!”

The only thing left in the place where the fog had cleared was skin.

****

Ronan arrived in Phileon on Sunday morning. The moment I set foot on the campus, I was suddenly exhausted. It was hard to believe that it all happened in one day.

“…do what you have to do and sleep.”

I wanted to lay down on the bed without taking off my socks if I had the same heart, but I couldn’t. Ronan headed straight for the 41st Tower of Phileon, where Jardouin was. smart. Shortly after knocking on the office door, a dry voice returned.

“Is it Ronan?”

“yes.”

“wait.”

The sound of the latch being released rang out. The door opened, revealing a more emaciated Wearja Worm. Ronan frowned.

“Damn, is it true that we eat rice? How does it feel to be thinner?”

“never mind. What’s going on?”

“I have a present. Voila.”

Ronan took out the essence of fresh blood from his pocket and showed it. Jarrodin’s expressionless eyes widened as if they were about to pop out.

He hurriedly grabbed Ronan’s wrist and dragged him into the office. bang! Jarodin, who closed the door harshly, said in a trembling voice.

“Hey, where the hell did you get this…?”

“It was given to me by a friend of the professor.”

“friend···?”

“That’s Okay. By the way, are you really okay? You still look sick.”

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

Suddenly, Jarrodin raised his hand. As soon as all seven latches were latched and locked, the floor began to move. Shortly thereafter, the spiral staircase leading to the laboratory appeared. Jarrodin opened his mouth, holding Ronan’s shoulders.

“I have to start the 144th experiment. Right Now.”