Academy of Genius Knife-Episode 17
17. Star of the Empire
#17
[Martial Arts and Cha-seok / Ronan]
The cigarette that had bitten Ronan's mouth fell. A moment stretched for a long time..
The noise of the square is frequent, and only the silver-burning letters remain I took a corner of the narrow field of view..
Tea seat.
The letters flashing in front of his name are no doubt so. There were.
Tea seats? What did Cha-seok mean? I think it wasn't bad. It was the name of the fruit.?
Then I heard Asel's voice somewhere.
“By, Ronan! Tea, tea, tea seat.!”
“Yeah.?”
“Second from above! You did it.!”
That's right, that's what I meant..
Time began to flow again. Ronan, belatedly distracted, lowered his head..
Asel's face came into my eyes as he was almost crying and talking. Marya, who ran a month later, hung around Ronan's neck..
“You said it was going to be me, right? Yeah.?”
Marya pulled Ronan's neck and did not let go. Ronan pounded her back, with his name written next to him I looked at the small print a little..
[Martial Arts Department Cha-seok / Ronan: Practical 1st place, Handwriting 5712th place]
“Huh?.”
Outrageous laughter came out. 5712, etc., which was a bad number to hit as an equal number. The hell, I've put a few points in the actual game, so this can result in something like this. I was curious.
“You know how to see people..”
But maybe it wasn't Alva. The important thing was that he was second from above. There were no doubt there would be various perks, including scholarships.
[Chief of Martial Arts / Schlieffen Sinivan de Grancia: 2nd place in practical, 1st place in handwriting(3)]
If there's one thing that just takes to heart, Schlieffen's ass in Pachi Is it that you pulled it out??
Ronan, recalling the memories of his previous life, kicked his tongue..
‘If you do this wrong, it'll be annoying again..’
There was no doubt about Schlieffen's skills, but his unique spirit I took it to heart..
A human being who can't bear the fact that someone is on top of him He was a writer at the apex..
“Well, then· * * Let's go now?”
Ronan was turning around with his friends. nondescript chills ran down the backstretch..
“Well···!”
It's like a cool winter wind passing through the whole body, unpleasant, yet It was a familiar sensation. The sound of the wind seemed to hover in his ears.
“A * * * Don't do that····.”
Ronan, swallowing the spit, looked slowly around. His gaze was soon fixed in one place.
A boy in a blue uniform was approaching. Ronan sighed with his eyes closed.
“Damn it..”
It was a knowing face. It was more than ten meters away, but it was clearly recognizable.
Those who recognized the boy's face split to the sides.
“Wow, look at him. What a face * * * uh?!”
“My, it's the star of the Empire..”
“It's an honor to meet you.!”
Then the boy stopped in front of Ronan. The first of the three was Marya. Looking up at the boy's face, she swung her eyes.
“Shu, Schlieffen. ?!”
The stature was large and the valor converged. The dark blue hair was dark like a deep sea.
It was a great place to stay, but it was a great place to stay. The cold impression of slicing was unchanged.
He was a boy who later became the strongest prosecutor on the continent beyond the empire. Schlieffen intoned low.
“You're Ronan..”
“Huh? It's not.?”
Ronan whistled and avoided his gaze. Asel and Marya's faces stiffened. There were pale wrinkles in Schlieffen's midriff..
“Why are you lying??”
“Lie, man, do you have any evidence that I am Ronan? And when did you see him? En?”
“···Proof..”
Schlieffen shut his mouth. He was able to present a total of two pieces of evidence.
The first accidentally heard their conversation, the second from Ronan. It was a feeling of unutterable exhilaration..
Orer flowering. It seemed to him that he was early in the field of Kaan. The ring that warps the heart of Asel and the growing battle of Marya Lumps. The mysterious Mana that pulses in Ronan's chest.
But Schlieffen didn't explain either.
“Oh, my god, Nimie.!”
Ronan held the hilt as he uttered a yell. For a moment, Schlieffen's hand disappeared, and the embers popped out of the air..
Caen! A belated metal sound rang out.
“kaaaaak!”
“Fight, fight.!”
“Ronan!!”
Screams burst from around. It happened so quickly that people thought Ronan and Schlieffen were going to be together. I didn't see the process until I faced the sword..
Black Iron and Mithril. The two opposing swords were growling in the thin air. Schlieffen intoned low.
“This is evidence..”
“Well.?”
“If you weren't Chief Pachi, you wouldn't have accepted it. I want to know what skill you showed me.”
“It's not crazy. This is it.!”
Ronan stood up and shouted. The obsession is beyond this degree..
When I met him on the battlefield in the past, he wasn't a normal human being, but that's what I wanted to do. It's better with the iron..
“Oh, come on, show me.!”
Anyway, even if you were provoked like this, you were a cripple or an asshole.. Ronan grabbed the hilt..
At the same time as the non-violent blade was removed, three raids took Schlieffen off. Shot toward. For the first time, embarrassment struck Schlieffen's eyes, which were calm all the time.
“Negative!”
Cancan Cancan! Three sparks bloomed in the thin air without an interval. Ronan spat on the floor as if he had been robbed of a blade.
“Are you done now??”
“···You definitely deserve to be a pachi chief..”
If it was a normal sword, it would have been a crushing assault, but Mithrilo Schlieffen's test stubbornly sustained the shock. Ronan spoke..
“Yeah, he's a bastard. If you're in first place all the time, you're going to be satisfied with second place. I don't.?”
Schlieffen, seeing his lapel cut off, nodded. It was a pleasant sword to process that could be struck by itself..
Ronan, with a sigh of relief in his heart, was about to lead.
“But I can't convince you that you set me aside.”
“Well.?”
“Finish showing what you're hiding..”
Suddenly, the colored Schlieffen threw out his sword. Ronan hurriedly raised his sword and attacked. A sharp sound of metal tore through the air.
“Do it in moderation, you bastard! What the hell is the complaint?!”
Schlieffen did not answer. In a matter of seconds, more than ten times the workshop came and went. The beaten slash blazed, and the spilt sting grazed his cheek.
Ronan resented himself for not sitting sooner. This noble psychopath will no doubt solve his doubts Until then, I was shaking this mess..
An ominous premonition struck Ronan's head.
‘I'm not firing this bastard up.?’
Ronan ignored most Orer users. It's just useless and colorful, and it doesn't help much in the field Because there were a lot of them..
But Schlieffen's case was different. His aura, called the Storm Sword, is a strategic ordnance handling comedy It was a scam technique.
Of course, it's a return to the past, so it won't be much of a power at the time. If you're not crazy, you're going to cast an aura in the middle of the crowd. I couldn't be sure. I had to hurry up and get out of the situation..
I was wondering if it could be good, and a handful of flashes in my head It was a good deal..
‘There was this..’
Ronan looked at Schlieffen's sword, shining bluish. It was arguably a Mithril with Mana. A round lump in Ronan's right hand, which was quickly rummaging through his inner pocket One came out of the grip..
He turned his left hand behind his back and tried to V-cut with his index finger and stop. Asel, who was throbbing his heart all the time behind him, opened his eyes wide. It was his and Ronan's reception after the Luna Goblin incident..
The will [pops up]
“Do, Marya. Let's go..”
“Eh? uhhhhhhhhh Where do you go??!”
Asel seized Marya's hand and disappeared into the crowd. It was at the moment that Schlieffen's sword was shot again..
Ronan lowered the knife and quickly raised his right arm.
“Stop.!”
“What···!”
Schlieffen hurriedly gave his arm strength and tried to stop the sword, but the sword was It was already close to Ronan's eyes. The blade of Mithril stamped Ronan's palm.
-Chaaaang-!!!
A bizarre metal sound echoed throughout the great Square.
“Big.?!”
The crowd turned their ears to a monster they had never heard before. It was a resonant sound that was unique to Mithril.
The shock, reminiscent of seismic waves, spread across the whole body beyond the hands. Schlieffen stopped missing the hilt..
Ronan, catching the gap, blew a punch in his face. Kwazik! Schlieffen clutched his nose and ran away..
“Ugh.!”
“It's a fantasy species, too. I've been filial since I was born..”
Ronan smiles contentedly and holds Marfez's egg in his hand I looked. As expected, there was no raw food in the shell..
Schlieffen's sword was a mithril, so it was possible. Ronan put the egg back in his pocket..
And then he staggered and cried out to Schlieffen, who was trying to stand up.
“Cool your head until the day of the entrance room, bastard! If you're a man, you need to know how to admit the consequences.!”
“Big * * * Stop there···!”
Ronan, who turned his back, disappeared as if sucked into the crowd. Soon after he left his seat, the guards in heavy armor came running up..
The janitors, who recognized Schlieffen, rushed to support him..
“Sue, Mr. Schlieffen! Are you okay? Just that sound?!”
Schlieffen stood up from his seat, clutching his blood-strewn nose.. I tried to expand Mana to track Ronan's Mana, but the distance was already I couldn't detect if I was away..
“···Yes. That's fine..”
“Who dared to do this? Please tell me your impression.···!”
“Right now, I'm a staunch student..”
The janitors, who did not understand the words at once, looked up.. They only had a few seconds to say that it meant not to raise the horse I could notice it..
“HOT***! Neb! All right.···No, all right..”
“And it wasn't a big deal. I asked for a light Dalian, and the author only responded. You don't have to worry about it..”
“That, though···.”
“I'll guarantee you the name of Grancia Street..”
The successor of the Duke of Grancia says so, so the officials will do more There were no words. They gave a ritualistic greeting and then stepped back..
Schlieffen picked up the sword, which fell to the floor. His eyes grew larger as he examined the test..
It's very fine, but there was incontinence on the sword blade..
‘What the hell is···??’
There wasn't one or two strange things..
It was also a problem with the sphere that caused the Mithril sword blade to go out, but the most The big problem, too, is the impossibility of thinking that Ronan's was always there. It was that Mana was actually flowing out of that sphere.
‘I didn't feel mana from myself..’
Schlieffen recalled the workshop he shared with Ronan. I didn't cast it to Auror, but I still carried considerable mana on my sword. I'm in battle..
No doubt Ronan thought that was it.···.
‘No, I can't..’
Schlieffen was in battle without Ronan using Mana for a while. Thought about the possibility. But I shook my head. It was impossible..
I would rather have a secret mana that appears extremely rare. The hypothesis that it would have been born of the so-called Shadow Mana was more likely. Then everything was explained..
“······Damn it..”
Nosebleeds stopped. When reason returned, the wind felt cold.
Ronan's words hovered in his head, even if he was convinced by the result.. I was overly excited because of the shock of playing tea in the actual machine. I had to admit the facts..
Schlieffen looked up. The names of the passers-by were still in the sky with the stars.
He fixed his gaze on the two letters blazing under his name.
“Ronan.”
The hand that held the hilt was powerless. Phileon Academy. I thought it was simply a process to go through before it became a test. It didn't seem like it was..
Schlieffen stepped toward the author's street. I felt my heart beating at a different pace than usual. The young genius did not know that the name of the emotion was anticipation.
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