Became an Academy End-Of-Life Genius

rest (6)

Agnes slowly opened her eyes. As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked around.

The surroundings were full of forests. A bright light shone through the thick forest. It was light from the lake.

“Whew…”

Agnes sighed in relief. Seeing the light from the lake now meant she hadn’t returned yet.

She slowly patted her stomach. I had to check the places Lancelot’s sword pierced through.

“…?”

Agnes groped her body and tilted her head.

Apparently, Lancelot was wounded by the sword he stabbed, and there must have been a lot of blood, but there was no trace of it.

The scars on her body are gone, and only the abs that have been created through long training and battles are felt.

It was the same when I got up and checked other parts of my body.

There were no wounds on her body.

That was then.

Kwaang!!

A loud explosion pierced Agnes’ ears.

It was near the lake. She reflexively turned her head and looked towards the lake.

Follow the light and a lake appears. And there must be Deron and Lancelot.

She pulled out a sword that had been lying on the ground and ran towards the lake.

The closer you get to the lake, the clearer the light becomes, and at some point it disappears.

At the same time, a view of the lake is revealed with a light fog.

Agnes widened her eyes. The sight she was seeing now was enough to make her bewildered.

Kang, Caan!

The sword and the sword collide. The fist cuts through the air, and even if it’s not a blade, the handle, the feet, and sometimes the head.

A battle that takes place until you use all the things you can use.

Still, the uninterrupted flow.

Agnes was now watching the battle between Lancelot and Deron.

Dark energy ran wildly through Deron’s body. I thought it was mana, but it was a little more magical than mana.

Lancelot was smiling brightly. He shouted while waving his sword as if he was happy.

“Where the hell did you get such a magical energy? It’s swallowing up my aura!”

“……”

Deron was silent, but Agnes opened his mouth slightly.

Absorbs aura An auror of that type was an unheard of.

It seems to have something to do with the characteristics that Deron had as his rank increased.

Predation.

True to its name, Deron’s aura is devouring Lancelot’s aura.

A ravenous and greedy Auror looks completely different from the image of its owner.

At the same time, Deron’s swordsmanship also changed its form.

A sophisticated and clean swordsmanship. If it had been Deron’s style to silently take in the attack, knock it out, and then attack it to get out of the way.

Kang!

It’s not too violent now. He rushed towards Lancelot, ignoring any wounds on his body.

The power is reminiscent of the first time I went to a winter castle.

The rivalry between the two people who exchanged dozens of sums in an instant.

“Whoa…”

It ended with Deron’s victory.

**

He let out the breath he had been holding in for so long.

The muscles contract and expand repeatedly, giving pain.

Eyes tingle

He used magic to increase his physical ability, but after recovering that power, side effects come.

If it wasn’t in the lake, it wouldn’t have overflowed like this.

Grabbing her trembling legs, she escaped the lake.

As soon as you get out of the lake, the strength returns to your legs.

‘A phantom lake.’

There is nothing that exists in that lake except Lancelot and Aarondite.

That’s why Morgan and Lancelot chose this place.

A rippling lake or fog that obscures the view and makes it mysterious.

All of this is just an illusion for a moment.

An illusion arranged by Lancelot.

In that lake, Lancelot’s desires as a swordsman and Lancelot as a knight are all contained.

clink.

The sword that had endured so far was broken. Even if it was an illusion, the sword itself was actually moving.

Because Aarondite is real, you need reality to counter that.

Illusion, fantasy, fiction, nothing.

Those things do not stop Arondite.

snappy.

The sound of footsteps is heard in the middle of the lake.

This is Lancelot, a knight of the lake who has stayed in this lake for a long time.

He had a different vibe than before. The arondite in his hand flashed.

Lancelot slowly walked over to me and handed me Arondite.

“Now it’s yours.”

I have been taking Arondite slowly. Aarondite grabbed my hand and then started humming and crying.

At the same time, the light fades.

Starting with the handle I held, little by little, little by little.

The pure white sword spirit is nowhere to be found, and the thick darkness continues to swallow the sword.

The darkness, which swallowed up all the light, flew toward the air as if he didn’t like it.

Seeing it, Lancelot said to me.

“Something you told me. The swordsman speaks with his sword. What your master said is true.”

“What does it mean.”

“Aarondite follows the good. And, once captured, Aarondite will never betray its master unless he commits evil with it.”

Lancelot looked at Arondite in my hand with a bitter expression on her face.

“And I’ve already been abandoned by Aarondite once.”

“Isn’t that the case with Aarondite?”

“Because that was the test Arondite allowed me to do.”

The lake churns around Lancelot. Knight of the Lake Lancelot.

Originally, such a tinnitus came about when he was assisted by a woman in the lake. But, is that really all?

“Originally, Arondite is the one that breaks when you do something wrong. But it didn’t break in my hands. Instead, I had to take a test.”

“exam?”

“Yeah, finding someone worthy of wielding an arondite.”

Even though I already knew the story, I listened to him.

Agnes, who had just woken up, was also looking at Lancelot and listening to the story.

“According to the king’s oath, Morgan is a gatekeeper for posterity. I have become a tester.”

Morgan and Lancelot.

Both of them did something wrong with King Arthur.

To those two, King Arthur searched for Aarondite and the person he could entrust to the future.

“How you handle that sword is your choice. However, I hope that King Arthur’s choice is not wrong.”

I nodded.

“Oh, and.”

Lancelot came closer to me. As if Agnes shouldn’t listen.

As I approached Lancelot, who couldn’t get out of the lake, he whispered to me.

“Even with Arondite, the evil energy that dwells in your body could not be erased. However, you may be able to retain some of it.”

“what…?”

I looked down at Aarondite. The blackened sword stands out. Maybe that’s why it turned black?

When I checked the total amount of magic through Arcsius, it was definitely reduced. Not a momentum that can normally be regenerated, but a part that is the source of magic.

I bowed my head once and looked at Lancelot.

He was smiling and waving his hand. Aaron Dyt is gone, so now he can rest.

I also got an unexpected harvest, so I had no regrets left here anymore.

However, Agnes wanted to stay here a little longer.

She still looked like she wanted to learn something more from Lancelot.

Agnes had a conversation with Lancelot and allowed it.

I glanced at her and nodded knowingly.

Whatever you learn here, it was ultimately Agnes’ choice.

**

Time continued to pass even after we got out of the lake.

As promised, I was going to learn imagery through Aksi.

“Is this really going to happen?”

[I lie to you that I have an advantage. Is it correct to do this?]

Learning imagery was not as easy as I thought.

A sensation similar to reaching a higher level is felt.

Another huge wall in front of me.

I asked Akshi if the half-dragon and the dragon were made in different ways, and Akshi denied it.

[Even if it’s a half dragon, it’s not that serious. The total amount of mana you have in the first place is enough to create an image. Having reached the advanced level, there is nothing lacking.]

“Then what’s the problem?”

[I think I lack imagination.]

“Imagination… power?”

What a sudden imagination.

When she tilted her head, Akshi took a deep breath and started explaining.

[Imagination is ultimately creating a world where you want to rest. But you can’t even imagine a place where you want to rest. So, of course, images are not created.]

“It’s a place you want to rest…”

I scratched my head and threw myself on the bed.

I wondered if there was such a thing as a place where I wanted to rest.

Wouldn’t it be nice to have only one soft bed like this?

As I was lying down, someone knocked on the door.

“Bocchan. A friend has come to visit.”

It was Petra.

Who else came, Agnes? Adele? Either way, it looked like it was going to be exhausting.

“Deron!”

It’s Adele.

She was panting as if she had run in a hurry.

I frowned slightly.

It was because Adele came in at the right time to take a nap or sleep because she was sleepy.

She continued to open her mouth, unable to catch her breath properly.

It seems obvious that something urgent is going on.

“Speak calmly and slowly. That will only delay your speaking time.”

“Heh, heh, heh, heh.”

I sat cross-legged and waited patiently.

Then, as soon as Adele regained her breath, she shouted loudly.

“The bishop has come.”

“ha.”

It was kind of sad to realize that there was no day when my predictions were wrong.