Chapter 22 – Adventurer’s Private Education for Her -7-
Contrary to Roman’s worries, no accident occurred at Lofty Academy after he left.
Episode 1, in which the real Doran’s head may be blown off, has not even started yet.
It was because Robert didn’t have the peace of mind to read the book he had borrowed from the library.
‘Like… Where the hell did he go?’
Robert looked around her place in the swords department looking for Rike, but she was nowhere to be seen.
I waited in front of the women’s dormitory and tried using the girls around me, but there are no witnesses.
It took too many things to just be an insincere attitude of skipping classes.
She put aside her pride and talked to the woman Rike had been hanging out with first.
‘…I don’t know either?’
The tone he spits with a grave face and the cold gaze he sees himself. It itself had reached the extreme of thickness.
It’s been a long time since a woman has been treated like this to the point where she wonders if her skills are broken.
Doesn’t this kind of experience remind you of a terrible past life?
Introverted stress rides up like electricity and knocks her on the head.
“Robert, let’s all go out to dinner tonight!”
“…Yes, that would be nice.”
It is a day that reminds me of alcohol.
The best thing now is to forcibly raise the corner of her mouth to answer the female student clinging to her arm.
Robert left the academy without being able to erase the inexplicable ominous and uncomfortable feelings.
****
“It’s an incinerator, right?”
“What, what are you saying…”
Crivento couldn’t keep his expression from the creepy laugh.
Crivento only rolled her eyes and stared at In-young standing behind her.
A purple light flashed inside the robe.
I had an ominous intuition that something had gone terribly wrong.
“I’ll wait for you. Raise your sword.”
The man pointed his chin at the sword lying next to the table.
“I don’t fight the impossible… Is there no way for me to live?”
“Hmm – he’s not funny”
“I’m sorry. But I’ve lived like this, so it can’t be helped.”
“I have nowhere to write… Ah!”
He says he has a good idea – pretending to offer a benevolent option.
“Then I’ll give you the option to become a teaching aid.”
–
“If you really hold out, will you save me?”
“You have a lot of doubts. Why don’t you just spare me?”
“It was a mistake. I will do my best…”
Clap-!
Crivento draws his sword and takes a defensive stance.
It has no will to attack, but it has a strong will to live.
Crivento’s role is a teaching material for Rique.
About mana, which I tried to explain once.
There was a suitable opponent, so the timing was good.
My contract with Crivento was simple.
It’s a promise to save you if you hold on until the end of my explanation.
[ Rock Breath ]
▷ You can play a dull blade.
– Basilisk eyes are a great material.
The one in my hand right now is not a sword made of metal, but a stone sword made of stone.
However, it is not a device with a dull edge or low hardness.
When the blade is broken, bring the scattered stone to the weapon.
Then he is an interesting guy who eats it and restores his days again.
Perhaps because of the ingredients, the cutting taste is also unique, so the hand taste is as good as Warhammer.
I approached Crivento and began training for Rike, swinging my sword lightly.
Crack-! Visor!
Crivento maintained a defensive position by simply blocking, befitting a competent player with a badge of honor.
“The act of using mana is, simply speaking, an expression of will. I want to cut the enemy in half, I want to blow off his head, I want to block arrows, it’s a means to achieve that goal.”
Ting-!
“Then, how do you effectively deal with the will to harm others?
Kang!!!
The speed at which the stone sword was swung gradually increased with the addition of skill.
“Kuh…”
“If the first method is to use the enlarged physical ability to easily handle hard weapons, the second is ‘visualization'”
Roaring!
Blue flames shoot from the stone sword.
At the same time, blue flames soared from Crivento’s sword.
“Kaaaaagh—-!!!”
A rugged spirit erupted from Crivento’s mouth.
The sum of exchanges of swords that began at that time was a speed that Rike’s eyes could not follow.
“Even if you reach the point where you can visualize mana, it’s rare to go anywhere.
“…”
Rike swallowed dry saliva and watched Roman.
It was because Roman’s surroundings began to fluctuate like a haze.
“The visualization of mana, which is commonly called an aura, shows uniform blue flames in all of them. Such a featureless power cannot be said to represent an individual.”
“Sigh… Now, stop for a moment! Sir!!”
Crivento pushed the stone sword away with a big motion and fell backwards, stopping Roman.
Roman did not follow him, but Crivento did not relax his defensive stance.
He also noticed that something he couldn’t handle would happen from now on.
“The experience and effort I’ve accumulated throughout my life. With all of that, I establish myself, melt them, and clearly project them into my means.”
“There is no one whose life and experiences completely overlap with mine, so this power itself can be seen as a unique and unrivaled realm of creation.”
“There is no need to insist on unconditionally hard and clear shapes. I am a capricious and free person, so there is no fixed frame.”
Paji Jiji-!!!!
The stone’s breath trembled and the blade of the stone sword began to crack.
A dark red electric current ran through the blade.
It was dark, but unlike black magic, it wasn’t an ominous energy.
The momentum to tear and burn even the word ominous.
“This far!! I’ve lost!! Education doesn’t have to end here!”
Crivento’s fighting spirit was broken a long time ago, and the mana that soared from the sword had long since disappeared.
‘That’s the 5 knights of the empire, or platinum like Urus should be seen…!’
The extreme that a human who handles weapons can do with mana.
Come on real exhaust
A monster like that couldn’t handle it no matter how many people he grew up with.
The strategy of quantity is not an opponent.
In order to deal with the monsters of the ilkdangcheon, you have to be a unique individual who has reached the same level.
‘Uh?’
As he was about to drop his sword and fall to his knees, Crivento’s vision suddenly spun and turned upside down.
–
Leaving Crivento with his head down, I put the Rock Breath into my inventory.
“Yugena di Venta, you must reach this level at least to kill the 3-stone knight you saw that day.”
“I···”
“You can.”
The power that Rike had just seen was something transcendent that could hardly be thought of as human.
He couldn’t be sure that he would reach it even if he was given hundreds of years.
Even so, Roman tells himself that he can do it without any distraction.
Not ‘should’, but ‘can’
For some reason, it was difficult to meet his gaze, so Rike slightly lowered her head.
****
“How dare you… These filthy people!!!”
Coven, ruled by Duke Tristan, was turned upside down.
It wasn’t a big deal in the dukedom to find the head of an orphanage abandoned on the street.
Bloodstains from the director’s office.
Someone had ‘deliberately’ dragged Gornek’s body and threw it into the street.
It was common in Coven for people to die in remote places, so it seemed like it would soon be forgotten.
The people around him were also convinced that it would happen someday if they were near the sewers.
However, the seriousness of the case changes completely when the guards who are trying to deal with the situation find the door in the director’s office.
–
“Treatment will begin with children who have not yet reached adulthood. All the children in Gornek Nursery are supervised by the church’s nursery.”
Members of the church rushed in and began to rescue those who had become idiots.
It’s so simple to break a person’s mind, but it takes a lot of money and a very long time to cure it.
Nevertheless, the Church decided to treat them one by one.
This is not the realm of service where you smile at the statue of the Goddess.
This is because they need the testimony of those who were kidnapped by the black magician.
Maybe there is no gain at all.
Although it may only fly astronomical money.
Even so, if there is a possibility to track down the warlock, the Church spares no money.
“Is this case a personal one?”
“It is expected to be a group with outstanding abilities.”
A paladin answered the nun’s question.
In response, she gave a small nod of her head as if the nun was also affirming.
There is no common denominator for individuals to do it.
From the variety of weapons to the methods.
A face that doesn’t know what happened to it.
Most of the bodies died without resistance.
Killing people completely was a skillful hand, but the act of destroying the branch that supplied the warlock’s offerings was sacred in itself, so there was nothing to criticize.
“…These people’s hands are too merciless.”
The nun looked away at the wounds that seemed to have been bitten on her neck by her wild dogs.
Are the wounds inflicted by people correct? If that’s right, she might have used some kind of sadistic weapon.
“You must have a grudge against the warlocks… I’m sorry to say this to the nun, but I understand…”
Come to think of it, the reason he supported the paladins was to punish the warlocks.
I don’t know the details, but I know that the feeling of resentment in his heart is terrible.
“I see…So that happiness, not unhappiness, exists at the end of these people’s path. I pray that the grace of the benevolent goddess be with you.”
