The Golden Sun of the Academy

Episode 100

escape journey (2)

After going out late at night, I suddenly took Lee Yu-ra and came back to the lodging where I was staying.

When the count, who had gone out alone to go for a walk, came back, the two of them came back.

Are you aware that he came late at night?

Looking at Lee Yu-ra, who has a confident attitude with her back straight while twisting a strand of her hair, So Ah-in asked me cautiously.

“Your Excellency Count? princess… … !?”

“Never mind, go in and rest. Don’t forget to keep silent.”

“… … Yes, I understand.”

At the firm words not to pay attention, he went upstairs without saying anything.

Listening to the footsteps thumping farther away, at this time, the class seemed like a gangster.

The maids had long since left work, and when So Ah-in, who had been peeking at Lee Yu-ra, was sent up, there was finally a seat in the spacious living room on the first floor.

I sat down at a table in the middle of the living room, and she sat across from me without hesitation.

Lee Yu-ra sat down and stared at me intently, then opened her mouth.

“Thank you for inviting me so late.”

“Would you like to thank me? However, I did not expect to serve the princess at midnight like this, so please forgive me for my lack of preparation.”

“… … Are you kidding me right now?”

“Are you kidding me? You are a thousand and ten thousand. I was only confessing the sin of lack of preparation. As a subject of the kingdom, I am always sincere.”

“… … It’s hard to believe that it’s a Lion Ain, and its tongue is so soft. Like ‘human’.”

“These words now are racist words and actions. It’s hard to hear.”

Lee Yoo-ra grabbed her white and beautiful forehead.

Even the back of her hand that covered her forehead was soft, unlike the rugged unmanned hands of reality.

“Hrabakh Ivan. An Ain knight who favors heavy swordsmanship. The Marquis of Adria Kingdom. One of my suitors.”

Ivan’s information slid out of her mouth.

Perhaps Isabel’s thoughts told her what she knew.

“yes. That’s right, princess. Why are you talking about my identity?”

“It’s true that you’re an excellent knight, but no matter how much I search my memory, I can’t find anything that can beat Count Alfonso.”

“I don’t know what the princess meant by saying that.”

She sighed and glanced at the Claymore behind me.

“Furthermore… … , You are a master of heavy swordsmanship, but you must be an outsider who does not know a thing about strong swords. However, no matter how you look at it, the swordsmanship you performed in today’s duel was outstanding swordsmanship.”

“I also tried. If you have one weapon, your weakness will be obvious.”

“A mediocre demiurge with no magical powers pressed down a knight who had risen to the stage with his strength? Isn’t that as absurd as the swordsmanship you used?”

I caught sight of her eyes turning red.

“You are the ‘person’ I am looking for… … Right?”

“If you are looking for a ‘human’, you have come to the right place.”

Lee Yoo-ra sighed and wiped her chest.

There was a hint of lamentation about my reversal and relief at finally being able to get out.

I didn’t have to hide my identity from her.

In the first place, the heroine’s goal is to find the person possessed with her.

But it was so much fun teasing her that she was impatient, so much so that the sack almost got ruined by playing with the freshman.

Wiping her eyes with her collar, her whole body relaxed and limp.

It seems that the heartache was worse than I thought.

I stared at her as she took a moment to catch her breath.

Instead of the white tailcoat dress I saw at the banquet hall, she was wearing a thin white dress that was more like a dress.

As I stared at her, she covered herself with both hands and reddened her cheeks, correcting her posture and sitting down.

“Kuhm… … , hmm. Count, by the way.”

“yes. princess. Please tell me.”

“You must have said to me, ‘Don’t let your emotions sway you,’ right? No, I definitely said that.”

I nodded quietly at her question.

At that time, I said that I thought of my hometown.

Looking back on it now, I missed home.

“… … But today, it seems that you were swung by your emotions and used your sword. What happened?”

I thought you were just a girl… … .

He was a quick-witted kid.

There was no need to hide it, so I decided to just tell it.

Geumtaeyang is from Museon anyway, so even if you investigate, nothing will come out.

“I did it because I thought of my hometown.”

“hometown… … ? It’s home… … Suddenly?”

“Can you think? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, no.”

After hearing my answer, she stared at me with strange eyes and made an unexpected request.

“… … Can you show me your sword from last night?”

If it’s strange to put emotions into a sword because you’re a military man, it might be amazing… … .

At Lee Yoo-ra’s words, I narrowed my eyes and answered.

“Is there any reason for that?”

When I said it firmly, she started rolling her eyes.

“I heard it was a victory dedicated to me… … .”

“It is late at night. Princess, let’s go back to the castle.”

“I heard you came to propose… … . At the request of the new bride… … . Can’t we?”

A smile came out naturally at her request as she spoke with a blush on her face.

It was cute that he dared to ask for a new form of swordsmanship to see a new form of swordsmanship.

I got up and looked at the longsword next to me instead of the claymore standing behind me.

Ivan’s main armament, the Claymore, was a living room that occupied the entire first floor of the dorm, but it was too large to be used indoors.

“Just once.”

I raised my sword for Lee Yoo-ra, who always nodded at my words.

Lee Yoo-ra quickly stood up, pushed the table and chairs against the wall, and sat on them.

I quietly closed my eyes and recalled Ivan’s life in the original story, and began to slowly move the sword partly so that she could see it well.

It was because she asked me to show it obediently, but it was because I also had something that tickled me.

-Surereung.

Under the blue moonlight streaming in through the window, the sword body emitted a bleak silver light.

Lee Yoo-ra blankly looked at my sword.

Recalling Ivan’s life, he tried to put his life into the sword.

In the meantime, when I wielded the sword, I had excluded all emotions.

It was okay to have such a thing in everyday life, because it was considered to be a hindrance during battle.

Even now, this opinion has not changed.

As I swung the sword consumed by sadness, the sword slowed down.

The dangling sword embroidered the air with a sticky feeling.

Emotions definitely work against you in combat.

If you put joy in it, you will unconsciously act out of your will.

Sometimes you lose control of your sword, leaving room for variables that can turn the direction of battle differently than you expected.

When engulfed in anger, the sword path becomes simpler.

By simplifying the sword wielder’s thinking, it is possible to easily allow the enemy’s counterattack.

When you give yourself over to pleasure, the weight disappears.

Lighter attacks are easily blocked.

Weight is important in attack, so it was the same as reducing attack power.

However.

I felt it this time.

The sword, consumed by sorrow, began to twist.

The blade of the sword, which looked as if it could be cut just by looking at it, bit into the phantom of Count Alfonso, who was mocking me in the air.

Sadness is viscous.

The stickiness that once settles in the heart sticks to it fiercely and does not come off easily. That’s why people were trying so hard to cut off sadness.

The sad sword refers to an unstoppable attack.

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Joy is indulgence.

That’s why joy beyond the limit makes people act without paying attention to the surroundings sometimes.

The meaning of a sword that even you can’t control is that the enemy can’t predict your attacks either.

The joyous sword refers to the pole of change.

Anger is upright.

It narrows a person’s field of vision. Having a narrow field of view meant focusing only on one thing.

Even if you give up other things to get what you want, your goal will always be the driving force to achieve it. that’s why it’s strong All you have to do is think about the enemy’s heart.

The sword of rage was a strong sword.

Pleasure is speed.

The light weight of the sword does not receive any resistance to swinging.

Even if the blow was lighter, the increased speed more than covered it.

If the first attack fails, the next attack goes in at the same time.

three times if not. If that doesn’t work, four times. I was able to repeat a series of attacks without wasting stamina.

The joyous sword is the fastest sword in the world.

My emotions, not Ivan’s, began to dominate the sword.

I remembered the first time I entered Museon, which was only imaginary. I was happy as if I had the whole world.

The sword sings of joy.

Gorgeous swords embroidered the ceiling.

I imagined a disastrous future for Anya and Sky if I hadn’t stopped.

The tragic death of a beloved character was enough to make me sad.

The sword started to cry.

The air held in the sword body was ripped out of the air.

My joy rose when I remembered the moment when the future changed because of me while living at the academy.

From the moment the entrance ceremony was held, I was happy.

The dancing sword was so fast and cheerful that it left an afterimage.

more.

little bit more.

The thirst for enlightenment started scratching my head.

During Sega’s sparring, I realized why Lee Yu-ra told me not to stop.

However, anger… … .

doesn’t come to mind

The sword stopped.

The sword stopped for a moment, but the immersion was broken for a moment.

“ah… … .”

I knew why the anger didn’t come up.

Even if you are immersed in this world.

It happened because I hadn’t treated this place with sincerity until now.

Because he wasn’t sincere, he wasn’t angry even if things didn’t work out the way he wanted.

Spirit brought me back to reality.

An antique-style room came into view, and Lee Yoo-ra stood with her mouth open in a daze on the table that had been pushed aside.

“… … I saw you.”

After slashing for a while, she narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, as if she had finally come back to her senses.

Her facial expression as she mechanically clapped was more complicated than I expected.

After that, while talking about the sword, she left only as the dawn began.

She spoke as calmly as possible, but the back of her leaving seemed confused for some reason.

* * *

A place where Ivan’s accommodation was well visible, Fernando stared blankly at the morning sun rising in the distance.

As if asking what he had been doing, the brilliant sun looked down at Fernando pathetically.

“under… … , hahahaha.”

When I saw my own snarl, I couldn’t help but laugh.