Academy of Genius Knife-Episode 15
15. Practical Test(3)
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Naviroje opened his mouth without reaping his sword.
“Yeah, three times. Like the remnants you showed me..”
Ronan, who heard the word three times, swallowed the spit. Navi Rosé's discerning was correct. He used the same technique that broke Marya's sword the other day.
“I drew twice at a speed that I couldn't recognize, and then the last cut was on purpose. You slowed down. Cheeky, I thought no one could read your sword.?”
Ronan kept his mouth shut. The reason I slowed down the last inspection was simply because I was afraid that the day would hurt., that didn't matter much. The thumping sound of his heart seemed to be heard in his head..
Read it? My Sword?
Naviroje, staring into his eyes for a few seconds, silently led.
“I'll remember. Ronan.”
Kratyr opened his mouth only after she returned to her place. He, too, noticed Ronan's secret, but he asked additional questions I didn't..
Kratyr smiled the same way he did when he first met Ronan. I was surprised..
“You worked hard, Ronan. But there's one thing this old man is curious about..”
“Example?”
“Why are you trying to enter Phileon??”
Ronan looked at Kratyr with his eyes closed. The indescribable tooth flows through the curved eyelids like a half-moon. There were.
“To learn..”
“Learn· * * What to choose?”
“Well···.”
What? Ronan drew horsetail. The judges looked up at the red film that came suddenly.
Ronan was facing Kratyr, but his gaze was in his own eyes Stayed in the landscape beyond.
The pole rain that pours over the advent giants and corpses. The last favor of the General who handed over the future.
Ronan's mouth finally opened..
“···How not to regret?”
“hmm.?”
Kratyr raised his eyebrows. Ronan didn't give a different explanation..
Kratyr smiled as he contemplated something for a moment.
“···Yeah, be careful. Go back..”
Ronan bowed his head and said hello. Thump. The door closed as he left the test room.
****
“I don't regret it..”
Kratyr muttered in his chair as if hesitatingly. It was a word that I couldn't tell the English language..
Compared to his age, he also had a deep eye in his mind..
“I don't know..”
I'm still saying that the little boy has something to regret..
Kratyr eventually gave up answering. It wasn't the main thing right now..
“HUUU * * * Thank god this is Phileon·.”
“Why is it?”
“Because there's no better place for him to leave here and go..”
Kratyr seemed three years older for that short time. Naviroje shook his head as if he agreed..
Prayer Khan, who could not stand the question, asked.
“Me, what happened now? Naviroze, too.· * * What kind of trick did that boy do??”
The Sword Master, who was a squadron swordsman, pointed his sword at the test student. Even if the principal, the 8th Circle Wizard, was in the same position, he would restrain her. Did.
It was a colostrum that was hard to explain. Most judges, including Prayer Khan, still have the message of the case I couldn't figure it out..
“It's a trick· * * * Well, you can see that..”
“That's what···.”
-Tonggung!
At that moment, Sir Madorus's head fell to the floor. The flickering eye fizzled between the headpieces..
In consternation, the judges threw out their elasticity.
“Huh Billion···!”
Even though the head and torso were separated, no new black spots were visible. For more than a hundred years, the Knight who has tested the test students has been at eternal rest Heard.
Kratyr intoned Nazim..
“If that talent isn't a * * * trick, what else would it be??
****
“Ugh, it's dazzling..”
As soon as I got out of the test field, an intense spring sun poured over me. Ronan raised his hand and covered his eyes.
The enchanted exit was connected to the great Square of the Phileon Academy.
“Ronan! Here it is.!”
Then a familiar voice called Ronan. Even among the crowd, Marya's appearance was difficult to find.
In both her hands was a cup of raspberry juice mixed with ice. Marya, approaching with a gun, handed him the juice..
“It took you a long time, didn't it? It wasn't my next order.?”
“I had some work..”
“Work? What was it??”
Ronan nodded. He reminded me of what happened in the test field..
The woman called Navi Rosé was stronger than she imagined. Even if she was in full condition, I doubt she could have gotten her sword. Heard.
‘I didn't even cut my armor in the end..’
In addition, Sir Madoros's armor was not cut off. It was because of him that he swung three times.
The thin seam connecting the head and torso consisted of mana It was a pleasure..
‘Schlieffen hurt me. There's still a long way to go..’
I forgot for a moment. The General gave Ronan his last chance simply because he was strong. It was not.
The only advantage he could give to the giant alone was the absence of the cause..
Ronan only realized his weakness. But I wasn't divided..
Ronan, who picked his breath, took the juice at once.
“Hey, Chehala. Drink slowly..”
“Puha· * * me..”
“Yeah.?”
The liquid down the throat cooled the heat in the body a little. Ronan opened his mouth after chewing all the ice..
The above voice flowed out.
“I think we can be stronger..”
I saw a place to climb. Compass Three starlight.
It was a fun thing, so Ronan laughed.
“I'm not saying anything.?”
“Literally. By the way, look up..”
“Eh? Uh, uh, uh.?”
Ronan, outstretched, lightly clasped the tip of Marya's chin. It was to look at the place where Darian was beaten..
Marya breathes in the gap of the hook's close face.
“It's a big deal..”
“Hmmm * * * Thank god·.”
Ronan slowly angled and looked at Marya's cheeks. There was a red flag circling along the handprints, but fortunately there were no wounds. Showed.
Marya, who was belatedly distracted, shook her head as if she were rooted.
“Moo, what are you doing! Suddenly!”
Ronan shrugged his shoulders as if he were outrageous.
A merchant who has to face countless guests is really important in appearance It was one of the professions. I was just worried about the future and looked at the wounds..
“What do you say when you look at the wound?.”
“Lie down, who wants to look at you and look at you?”
Marya stepped back. I only had my left cheek red earlier, but now my right cheek is red..
“Write, futile.···!”
“Hey, where do you go??”
Each time Ronan took a step, Marya took a step away. The crowd was shot at the strange behavior that was seen in the play.
At that time, a cry of anger rang out in the great Square.
“Stop now! Commoner bitch!”
It was a voice that was so familiar that it was gingery. At the same time, the two stopped and turned their heads.
A skinny, smeared boy, Dearian, is there Stood.
“Did you change that? You're good at flippancy..”
Ronan whistled. For a moment, Ronan and his eyes met, and Derian flinched. He ignored Ronan, and approached Marya with great caution..
Marya bowed her head politely as she returned to the spirit of the noble family.
“What's going on, Dearian Ball?.”
“What's going on?···?!”
Passers-by, drawn by the uproar, stopped in place. Ronan was watching Derian with his arms around him..
But if you're looking at it, Darian didn't raise his hand right away..
“Are you calling that a horse now? What four years did to me! I've never suffered such shame in my entire life.!”
“You don't seem to have released the girl's sting..”
“That's it, of course! If you think you've paid for it, you've paid for it.···!”
“But what the hell did the girl do wrong??”
Derian froze for a moment. Marya spoke..
“What??”
“The sword of the noble suddenly broke, like a dandelion hole in the bottom. The girl doesn't know if she's blown away. In any case, the Dearian Ball is a descendant of a famous man who built a ball in the empire. Do you want to give your little mincho a minute??”
“Well, what.···!”
“If there's a sin in the girl, it's only to comfort her overly nervous ear. I won't..”
Marya's attitude was courteous, but she had a different aspect to the previous one.
In the waiting room, we really focus on keeping an example of the aristocracy. If it had been, now it felt like I was just saying something I wanted to say gently. Ronan put his tongue out..
‘I'm just leaving because I don't have anything to do with it anymore. By the way···.’
Sen was a pseudonym anyway. It was a fait accompli that Dearian fell from the test..
He blew his last chance this year, so he'll face Marya in the future. There was no. She was a really sanguine sissy to the bone..
“It was a shame that I went into the test room in my underwear.. The baron's three men will not try to do the same thing as a drunk leaguer. * * * It's deplorable to do it..”
Jogon Jogon seemed to be talking, but his voice was so loud. Marya, like someone who relays a chariot match, has been through Daerian. One by one the misfortunes were explained.
There was a burst of bloody laughter among the onlookers.
“But don't give up hope. It's something that may have been accepted as a charm of its own.? The girl sincerely hopes to see the ball on the day of the entrance ceremony.”
“This·**! Gee·**! Profit···!”
“Indeed, you should wear pants at that time.”
“wahahahahahahahahahahah!”
Wedges stuck. Ronan grinned, sweeping his bangs.
Dearian, red as if his face would explode, raised his hand. He shouted, punting towards Marya.
“Damn it! It's a sacred duel! I, the third son of the Mirodin Baron, Derian Marschol de Mirodin, is in a duel with you. We recommend that you respond!”
The crowd buzzed. It's not a common duel, it's a ‘sacred’ duel, which makes them even more Surprised.
The eternal tradition, which is set forth in imperial law, is never in vain It should not be put in your mouth..
The argument of power to stake the honor of the family as well as himself. Regardless of identity, the loser must listen to one of the winner's requirements unconditionally was.
It crossed the line. Ronan flashed his arm and asked:.
“Wait, there are questions. I put a handkerchief on your panties, but why do you want to fight that sissy in a duel? Do you want to apply?”
“you, you will pay separately later!”
Derian exclaimed, flinching. Ronan, understanding the situation, laughed..
Is this aristocracy? It's amazing that a kid who hasn't got all his hair yet can get ugly. It was followed..
“Do you think I'm scared? That sissy is touching her.?”
“That's not going to happen! Because the price of dares to deceive me is much greater!”
“That's right. I can't wait to see if I'm going to be the best person in the world. Let's do it with me, duel..”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Don't come close!”
Ronan approached, spitting in his palm. Derian freaked out and backed away..
Marya, who had been watching them all the time, blocked the two..
“Stop both of you..”
Ronan passed the meaning of Vicky with a glance. Marya turned her back..
She mused lightly towards Dearian.
“Girl Sen, I will accept the sacred duel.”
****
The three were taken to a vacant lot outside the Pileon site. An old man, who appears to be Darian's attendant, became a member of the duel.
“Muppet,what is this? You're not enough to be fertilized with the commoners, so you're applying for a sacred duel.. If you know.···.”
“Inspiration shut up! I know I've been through some kind of hair loss.?!”
“When you see me back in my dress, I guess to a certain extent.···.”
He snatched the longsword from the old man's hand.. It was like a pretty good sword this time. The old man, sighing, said insipid.
“Yes, then let me explain the rules of sacred duels. The result must be won unconditionally.···.”
A tedious explanation followed. Marya kept her eyes closed with her hands on both hilts. Derian laughed sneeringly as he watched the onlookers surrounding the vacant lot.
‘Damn bitch, don't let me lift the sword again..’
He was going to solve one of the practical tests to Marya.
If you're a swordsman of the Mirodin family with an eternal tradition, you're a sissy. One could be crippled in an instant. I won't do power control..
“···More than that. Do Both sides swear to respect the tradition of Losing?”
“I swear..”
“I swear..”
Soon the explanation ended. The old man held a handkerchief high. The moment the handkerchief fell was soon the beginning of the duel.
The two men stood facing each other. With a soft sound of metal, two blades were pulled from Marya's sheath. It came out..
She smiled..
“Dearian ball. I want to say thank you in advance.”
“···Thank you.?”
“You give me the legal right to beat your ear..”
“Well.?”
Then the handkerchief left the old man's finger.
It was instant. Marya, narrowing the distance as she leapt, rotated her body and swung her sword.
-Nettle!
“What, what!”
It was a strike reminiscent of a wild stone wind. Derian, hurriedly lifting his sword, succeeded in defending it close by. It wasn't very meaningful..
Fallak! The back of the Longsword, which was pushed out of nowhere, fell off Darian's shoulder..
“Huh Billion!”
“Don't get in front of us again..”
Marya whispered. Dearian's eyes grew as if they were popping out..
The onlookers, who heard the sound of bones breaking, uttered an elastic.
“This is my requirement..”
A newborn scream from Darian's mouth as if he were on the floor. It blew up..
“Turn off, turn off, turn off, turn off, turn off.!!!”
“Too, muppet.!”
It was a sound that only a man with a fine clavicle could make. The middle of Derian's pants, lying down, was thick.. The handkerchief landed on the floor..
“Well, I'm a little late to say hello.···.”
“Well?”
The leaden Marya turned away with her back. Ronan, clapping with a pleased look, looked up.
Scratching her cheeks and hesitating, she opened her mouth close by.
“Thank you..”
“What a surprise, miss..”
Derian's scream hovered in his ears for a while. The two take a step to the fourth Tower of Phileon, where the test of magic is being conducted Transferred. Marya, laughing at Ronan's joke, no longer covered her mouth.
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