Genius Knife of the Academy-Episode 75
#75
It was a rigged match in the first place. As soon as he realized it, he was struck. Dozens of strands of red lines were carved over the defenseless body. Ronan's voice rang out in a rapidly blurred vision.
“I'm sorry. He's the one who didn't learn..”
Balzac's consciousness was lost..
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“···Negative.”
Balzac opened his eyes. I was deaf and cold under my back. Somewhere there was a familiar voice coming from.
“I'm not losing.?”
“I've got three integers, so I'm not going to die.···I'm almost done playing..”
“Well, thank god. Normally, if you cut that half, you'd die..”
Close by, the head was regenerated. But I had no sense in my body..
Balzac, raising his head, looked around. He was lying in the middle of a huge pool of blood.
The body being regenerated is reminiscent of porcelain, which is glued to the frozen surface with glue was. In the blood, the debris that formed his body was floating around. Ironbuck. As he put his head back, Nazim muttered, " Oh, my god.".
“···Lost.”
“Oh, I woke up..”
Balzac focused his mind without words. The puddles began to dry quickly. He then absorbed blood and flesh, causing his body to rise. There was not a thread attached to the body that had finished regeneration. Ronan's impression crumpled.
“Ugh fuck. Put something on it..”
“How stunned I was.?”
“10About a minute.”
“Thirty times I could have killed him..”
Balzac picked up one of the rags that lay on the floor. Wrapped. And put his hand on his chest without speaking.
A bunch of red light oozing from the spot where the heart is, his fingers Bent. Balzac put out the essence of his blood and said, " Oh, my god.".
“Take it..”
“It's exciting..”
“It's the same with Picha's dirty count. I lost and you won.”
There was no emotion in his voice. Ronan nodded. Ophelia, watching, approached with Sita. Balzac looked back at her and said.
“Ofelia. I met you in a while,and you showed me an ugly mole. I'm sorry..”
“No, I fought well..”
“There is no need for pretentiousness. By the way, you've forgiven me now.?”
Ophelia said that she was within three steps of Balzac. Realized the fact. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth.
“Not that, but· * * If this is a distance···.”
“Is enterprising in two hundred years only. I'm thrilled..”
Balzac laughed, revealing his fangs. Ophelia remained expressionless and did not respond. She worked with Sita to process the essence that was pulsing in Balzac's hands Started.
“Right, so. I feel like I'm freezing slowly..”
“Cheeks.”
Very fine blood magic was done. A mass of pure Mana was transforming into a substance with reality.
Soon after the processing, the essence of the blood was bitten into Sita's mouth. The crystal in the form of jewelry was beautiful, as if it bore all the red color of the world. Ronan stroked Sita's head and said.
“Struggled. You really did it today..”
“Payaah.~”
The grumbling Sita delivered the quintessence to Ronan. At that moment, the letters lined up like chains over Ronan and Balzac's names Got out. Balzac turned away, confirming that the blood oath had come into effect.
“Then I'll go. I'll see you again when the opportunity reaches you, Ophelia..”
“Yeah. Goodbye..”
The cloak that enveloped Balzac's body fell. Ronan uttered a yell. But what is revealed under the cloak is not a naked pervert, but a taupe The girdle was a huge bat. The kid-eyed bat looked back at Ronan and opened his mouth..
“Ronan. I'll remember you..”
“Do you. Use integers well..”
“Be strong. Expect the right match next time..”
Balzac spread his wings. The width of the arm seemed to be 4 meters. With a single wing, his figure disappeared. Ronan muttered as he looked at the spot where Balzac had left.
“I thought you were gonna make a damn difference, but it's surprising..”
“Yeah. He's a guy like that..”
“whoo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo···.”
Ronan breathed a sigh of relief. At the end, the polymorph is released and the image is back. He thought Balzac, whose planting was twisted, would run. There were.
‘It was dirty and strong. Really.’
It was only by all kinds of dirty and deadly means that they could win. If it had been a real fight, it would have been defeated with a very high probability. I felt the need to be strong again..
‘I need to do the re-challenge after my body has grown up. It's my dirty..’
It was too strong an enemy to deal with with the body of a child. Ronan, who was somewhat heartbroken, laughed. It was never an honor, but it was a win anyway.. He looked back at Ophelia and said.
“Thanks. Thanks lived.”
“No, no. I didn't do anything..”
“This is the time, when you spit sputum on the floor, and you know what you have. I'm asking you to give it all up..”
It was sincere. Without Ophelia, a lot would have gone wrong. Ronan turned his back as he turned on the stretch.
“Then go back first. I'll go over here a little bit more..”
“···Not recommended.”
“Yamma, do you think I'm pathetic enough to steal bone-stained money?? I've got something to recognize..”
I thought the architecture was similar to the temple of Sarante.. Ronan left the banquet room with the words.
I didn't think about it, but if I see a suitable gold stick, I can pick it up. It seemed to be fine. Ophelia, who was standing by Multung, rippled behind him..
“Go. It could take a while..”
“No, no. I like this, too.···I have nothing to do anyway..”
“Do you?.”
Ronan nodded. The two wandered around the mounds together. Whether you have already been hit several times, there are traces of damage or seared all over the place Remained.
“By the way, I've been wondering before, what are you two doing? I used to go out with him.?”
“He's just a childhood friend. Balzac spent his childhood in our castle..”
“I have a bit of a distance from my ordinary childhood friend. You treated me like a mutt that was buried and ran..”
“It's him.···Because he killed my sister..”
A shrill silence fell. Fucking. Ronan muttered in a whisper. He was looking for a way to turn back time. Ophelia opened her mouth again..
“···It's not that I don't understand. My brother tried to assassinate the Grand Duke. Balzac is a hero who kept the peace of his family and the world of the night at the same time..”
“Well.?”
“But I couldn't forgive him. I really loved my sister..”
Ophelia spoke boldly. Her sister, who was active, said that one day she suddenly changed. Everything was bad, and he was mistrustful to every one. In the end, the useless order must fall, the shadow Grand Duke said. I was trying to assassinate him..
“My sister was ... weird. Like someone else..”
“There's no guessing why it happened.?”
“Well· * * I don't know that. I've rarely been out of the room since I got weird..”
“I'm sorry..”
“Yeah. The mind is really difficult···.”
Ophelia shut up for the last time. The two walked along the dark corridor in silence. Soon there was a dead end. Ronan scratched his head and muttered.
“I thought there was going to be something ... but it wasn't.?”
There was no more to dig into. Maybe the sense missed. There's a day like this. It was the car that Ronan was trying to turn. Sita bit Ronan's collar and pulled it..
“cheeks. Cheeks.”
“En? Why is that??”
Ronan turned his head. Nothing was visible. At that time, Sita fired a fist of blood toward the blocked wall. Quaang! Part of the wall was destroyed and mana began to flow through the crevice.
“This is···?”
Somewhere was the familiar Mana. Ronan pulled the hilt. At the same time as the seven-stroke strike was fired, the fragmented wall collapsed. The hidden space was revealed. Ophelia's eyes swung..
“There was a space like this.···.”
It was a small room with elaborate reliefs on three sides. A soft mana was wandering around the room. Ronan raised his eyebrows as he looked around. In the middle of the room, an ugly rock rose.
“···Seniel?”
The form was different, but the feeling was the same. It was arguably the same object that was placed in the temple of Sarante.
The statue of Seniel, which is created by a thousand years of weather. Sarante left Ronan with the word that the great will was there It became a rock..
Ronan approached the statue in a daze. And put his hand on the bumpy surface. A strange feeling that cold water is running through a blood vessel like it is in a state of fire. Ronan's eyes grew..
“Damn it. What is it??”
I hurriedly lifted my hand, but the unknown sensation still hovers in my body. There was. Ophelia muttered in a somewhat surprised voice.
“···It's gone..”
“En?”
“Mana, flowing from the rock, is gone·.”
When I heard it, I really did. Mana, who was floating in the room, was no longer visible. It was a situation that Ronan could only think he had absorbed..
“···What.?”
Ronan narrowed his midriff and sank. But no matter how much I thought, the answer did not come. The cold that had drifted all over his body was soon gone..
He said hello to the statue, as Sarante did, and then he said the mounds Got out. The closer you get to the exit, the thicker the water. I was just outside the stone door..
Sh Profit! A foot of thick iron flew to the front. Ronan swung his sword at the same time as Baldo. Thook, the half-dead brain fell to the floor..
“What else is this??”
“Hiiiik·**! monster, monster!”
Ronan looked in the direction from which the sound came. One sullen-looking man was looking at himself with a brain. Ophelia, who was standing next to her, opened her mouth..
“It smells familiar. I think it's one of the kids down there..”
“Aha. You're right to kill him.?”
“Yeah..”
Ophelia hesitated. The man turned hurriedly and began to flee towards the swamp. She reached out and uttered a spell. Ronan, thinking about something, blocked Ophelia's front..
“Huh * * *· What do you do??”
“Wait and see. I think something's going to happen right now..”
The interval between the men was about ten steps. Ronan, focused, aimed at him and swung the La Mancha. Perk! The sword fired on the sword road hit the man's thigh.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh.!”
“Too.”
The man screamed and ran. Ronan followed quickly. A stab so deep that the bone was visible was engraved on the back of his thigh.
“Buy, save me! I'll never get along with vampires again.!”
The man strode back, with his half-severed legs. The splashing blood was soaking the grass leaves. Ronan muttered with his tongue.
“Oh, I didn't cut it..”
“How did it·**??”
Ophelia asked in a surprised voice. Ronan's sword was stronger than it was when he fought Balzac. Ronan threw his head from side to side..
“I don't know. Maybe there's something in that stone. When you see something like this all of a sudden,.”
If you think that the existing intersection was about three steps, it's worth it It was a development. Then the shock of shooting the sword was alleviated. Ronan was just trying to hit the man's neck. Ophelia pulled his sleeve..
“Wait a minute.···Can you leave that to me??”
“En? Why is that??”
“That· * * You know that···.”
Ophelia blushed. She averted Ronan's eyes and placed her hand on his stomach. Aha, he was a vampire. Ronan, nodding, tapped Ophelia's shoulder.
“I got it. Then eat slowly..”
“Oh yeah * * * Thank you.”
“Now, wait a minute.···You're eating.?”
Ronan did not answer, turned his back and began to walk. The man stood back, freaking out. White fangs glisten between Ophelia's slightly gaping lips. There was. The fog of water that bloomed from the swamp picked up the two men. Then a desperate scream rang out..
“HHHHHHHHHHH!!”
The only thing left in the fog is the leather that looks like a scrape..
****
Ronan arrived in Fileon on Sunday morning. As soon as I stepped into the correction, I was suddenly fatigued. I couldn't believe it all happened in one day..
“···You have to do what you want to do and you have to sleep..”
If I had the same mind, I wouldn't take my socks off and put them on bed, but I would. Could not. Ronan headed straight to Tower Phileon 41, where Jarodin was located. knock knock knock. Soon after he knocked on the door of the office, the sterile voice returned.
“Ronan..”
“Yes..”
“Wait..”
The sound of unwinding the clasp rang out. The door opens, and a more shrunken wearworm appears. Ronan frowned.
“Damn, you're eating rice, right? Why do you think you're leaner?.”
“Don't mind. What's going on?.”
“I have a gift. Voila.”
Ronan took the essence of his blood from his pocket and showed it. The expressionless Jarodin's eyes grew as if they were popping out..
He hurriedly grabbed Ronan's wrist and dragged him into the oval office. Bang! Jarodin, closing the door coarsely, said in a trembling voice.
“Hey, where the hell did you get this?···?”
“Professor's friend gave it to me..”
“Friends···?”
“It's done. Are you really okay, by the way? I still look sick..”
“I'm fine. That's not what matters right now..”
Jarodin raised his hand. All seven clasps were locked and the floor began to move. Soon after, a spiral staircase leading to the lab was revealed. Jarodin held Ronan's shoulders and opened his mouth.
“144I need to start the second experiment. Right now..”
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