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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 231: Barbarians (2)

Chapter 231: Barbarians (2)

A dozen or so⁠‍ female warriors appeared‍‍ to stand between‍​ Korin and the‌​ heated crowd.

Each‍ of them were⁠⁠ carrying a unique⁠ shield and a spear, and wearing⁠​‌ feathered ornaments. Korin‌ immediately realized these​‌ were the great⁠ warriors of the​ gods, the Valkyries.​‌⁠

Female‌⁠⁠ warriors of the⁠⁠ God King possessing⁠⁠ eternal beauty and‍‌ youth. They were⁠⁠ top commanders of‌⁠‌ warriors, who each⁠ had the right​ to open one‍⁠⁠ of the 540‌‍⁠ gates to Valhalla.⁠

Since​​ there were 17​‌‍ of them in⁠​ total, it meant​ that they could‍ open 17 gates.‍‍

“So…”‌‍

One​⁠​ of them walked⁠‍ forth from the​ line of Valkyries.​⁠ The giant woman‌ as tall as‌‍ 2.5 meters carrying​⁠‌ an enormous warhammer‌⁠⁠ that could crush‌‌ a mammoth’s skull‌‌​ to smithereens was‍‍⁠ none other than​‌​ Thrud of Strength.​

She​ was the daughter⁠‍​ of Thor, the‍ God of Lightning,‌ and the strongest‍‍‌ of valkyries.

“Is‍ it you who​ dares to see‍‌ Brunhild?”

Her⁠ voice turned the‌​⁠ surrounding air into⁠‍​ layers of steel‌ that came crashing‌‍‍ down at everyone‌ nearby.

Korin​‍​ knew how strong‍ she was. Thrud‍ was one of‍​ the few who‌ could swing the​​​ hammer left behind⁠‍‌ by Thor, the​​ God of Lightning,‍⁠ but he remained‍ composed.

“Yeah.​ For a negotiation‍‌ between the leaders⁠⁠⁠ of the two​⁠‌ factions.”

“How‌ insolent for a mere mortal. If⁠​‍ you wish to‌ see her, you​‍‌ must defeat me⁠⁠ first as well‌‌ as my sisters.​⁠ Only then will​ you be able‌​ to witness the⁠‍ leader of the​‍‍ shield maidens, the​‌⁠ keeper of the​⁠ final divinity ever‌⁠‌ since the fall‍ of gods.”

“Isn’t‌ it more of‍​‍ a curse from‍⁠ the God King‍‍‍ than divinity?”

“You‌‍ dare…!”

“I⁠​ will challenge Brunhild’s‍⁠‌ ‘Wall of Flame’.”⁠

“…!!”‍⁠

He⁠ watched on with‍‍‌ a confident smile⁠‌‌ as their faces​‍ crumpled in real‍ time.

****‌⁠

Brunhild,‌ the leader of‌‍⁠ Valkyries, had a curse cast upon​⁠ her for a long time.

As‌​‍ a consequence for‍​​ disobeying the God⁠‍ King in the‍‌⁠ past, she had‍‍ to be walled⁠​⁠ off by a ring of inextinguishable‌​​ flames and put‍ to eternal sleep.‌​‌

One​⁠ had to pass‌⁠ through the wall‍⁠ of flame and⁠‍​ take off her⁠⁠​ byrnie to lift⁠​‌ the curse but…​⁠‍ the issue was‌ that the King⁠‍ of Gods, who⁠ had cast that‍​‍ very curse, had​‌‌ been devoured by‍ the Wolf of‍‌‌ Apocalypse.

The‍‌​ fall of gods.‌

With​‍‍ the death of​⁠‍ the King of‌‌ Gods, the curse​ cast upon Brunhild⁠⁠⁠ had also been‍‌ lifted albeit by‌ only half.

When⁠‌ the gods fell,‌‌‌ Brunhild woke up‌‌‍ from her sleep‍‌‌ but the curse‍​ of flames was⁠​ still there.

[Only​⁠‍ the one who‍‌ passes the wall⁠⁠⁠ of flame and​​ takes off Brunhild’s‍​ vest of mail‌⁠‌ shall lift her‍​​ curse.]

Because‌‍ of that prophecy,​ countless citizens had⁠⁠ attempted to lift‌​⁠ her curse by‍‌​ challenging the divine​⁠⁠ flames. The half-giant‍ wearing the hide‍​ of a great‌​‍ bear, the sorcerer⁠‍ widely revered as⁠​ the wisest, as‌‌‌ well as the‍⁠‌ great warrior who‍ won the most​ number of battles…​ They tried but⁠ none of them‌ were able to‍‍ cross the divine​‍ flames protecting the⁠ byrnie.

There​‌‌ was no-one left‌‌ who wished to‌‍⁠ challenge it anymore,​⁠‌ at least until​ this man showed‌⁠​ up.

“So…​⁠ Did you want​ to challenge the⁠ ‘Wall of Flame’?”‍‌‌

Brunhild,⁠‍‍ the leader of‌ Valkyries, who was‍‍ now a symbol‌‍⁠ of eternal chastity‍⁠‌ due to the‍⁠‌ god’s curse, asked⁠⁠‌ the man in​‍‌ front of him.⁠⁠

“Will​‌⁠ you become mine‍​‌ if I pass‍‌ the wall?”

The⁠ silver beauty nodded‍‍⁠ with a vacant⁠⁠‌ gaze in spite⁠‌ of that arrogant⁠‍ question.

“But​⁠ that will be⁠‌‍ only possible if⁠‍​ you pass the⁠ flames of the‌‌ King of Gods.”‌‍

That⁠⁠‌ was when all‌‍​ of a sudden,‌⁠‍ flames started to‌​‍ soar up with⁠‍‍ Brunhild at the​‍‍ center.

It‌ was the leftover​ curse of the‌ god – flames​​ which scorched every​ man that touched‌​‌ it. The flames‍‍ appeared so divine,​ that even non-believers,​‍ who would normally‍‍‍ refuse to believe‍ such things were‍​⁠ possible in real⁠​ life, wouldn’t be‌ able to refute​‌‌ the divinity of‍ it.

– KWAAAAAAAAAA!

The‌ surging pillar of‍‍ flames melted both​⁠​ the falling snow‌​⁠ above and the‌ fallen snow on‍⁠‍ the ground.

No-one‌‍​ could pass it;‌‍‍ no-one could jump‌‌‌ over it alive;⁠ and no-one could​⁠‌ overcome it. That‌⁠ was the power​ of Odin’s curse.‌‍⁠

‘No‍ warrior was able‍‌​ to withstand those‍ flames.’

‘No‌ hero could overcome⁠‍⁠ it.’

The⁠​​ leftover trace of‌ gods was now‌‍ nothing but a source of grief​⁠‍ for the sisters​ watching from the‌ side. Among the​ sisters who walked⁠ a different path‌​ to Brunhild, some⁠ had made their‍ decisions due to‌‍‍ that very curse⁠ of the God‍​ King.

All​‍ of the valkyries‍‍ hated that curse‌ which they couldn’t⁠ resolve no matter​‍ what they did.​

“Flames​‍ of a god,​​​ huh.”

Korin⁠ took a step⁠‌ towards the flames‍⁠​ that no-one dared​⁠ to overcome.

“You‍‍​ fool… You’re killing‌‍ yourself.”

“No-one​ has been able‌​ to pass it‌ for over a millennium!”

They⁠‍ could tell that​‌⁠ Korin Lork was‍⁠‌ indeed a courageous‍⁠ warrior. However, there​‍‌ were few in​‌⁠ the past 1,000⁠‍‌ years that were‌⁠​ on a comparable⁠‍‍ level.

Countless​ warriors challenged those‍​​ flames to obtain‌ the leader of‌​ Valkyries for themselves.‍

However,​ none of them‍​​ was able to‌⁠ overcome it.

That‍‌‍ was how intense⁠​ and strong of⁠ a curse it⁠ was, that the​ God King had‍ cast for the‌ disobeying shield maiden.‌‌

“Flames‍‌‌ like this can’t‍​​ burn me.”

But⁠⁠ Korin strided into‍ the wall of‍​ flame without a sliver of hesitation.​⁠‍ Everyone watching thought‍⁠‌ he would scream​⁠ out in pain⁠​ and be reduced⁠⁠ to ashes but‌​ the result was‌ the exact opposite.‌‍

“What…?!”‌‌

“This⁠‍ can’t be!”

The​ barbarians were appalled⁠‌‍ by the sight.‍‌ Korin Lork had​ walked beyond the⁠⁠ wall of flame.⁠​​

Even‌ the divine flames‌ weren’t an exception‍ from the absolute‌‌ ability of Claiomh⁠‍‍ Solais – full​​ resistance to heat‌​‌ and flames.

While‍⁠⁠ the crowd was⁠​ baffled by him​​ crossing the uncrossable​‍ barrier of flame⁠ that no man‌ had been able‍‍‍ to overcome, Korin​ stood face to​‍‌ face with Brunhild.⁠ Taking off the⁠‍‌ glittering byrnie of​ the beautiful silver-haired⁠⁠​ valkyrie was his​ rightful privilege, but‌ he didn’t.

“I​​‌ have an offer​ to make.”

He‍‍‌ did not wield⁠​⁠ his rightful privilege.‌ Despite overcoming the‍‍ god’s curse, he‍ made an offer‍ instead of desiring‌​ the result.

“Can⁠​⁠ you please follow​‌ what I say‍‌ for some time?​‌⁠ I will save​​ you guys in​ return as well.”‌⁠‌

“…”‍‍

Brunhild​⁠​ couldn’t understand the⁠ man in front​ of her, nor‍​ the reason behind⁠‍‍ the offer.

“Why‍​‍ are you not​⁠‍ simply taking off‍⁠ my armor as⁠‌ permitted by the⁠‍ King of Gods,⁠‍ and commanding me‍‌​ as you wish?”⁠⁠

That‍‌‍ was supposed to​⁠‍ be the right‍‍ and privilege of⁠‌ the hero.

Although​​⁠ she was a valkyrie and a great warrior of‌⁠ the god, because‍​‌ the God King‌ had prophesied that⁠‌​ he would hand⁠ the leader of​⁠⁠ valkyries over to‌ the great hero,‌⁠‍ she had no​‍‌ choice and had⁠ to follow the‍‍​ prophecy.

“That’s​‌​ too old-fashioned,” jested​ Korin. “That only​​ happens in old​ mythologies and fairy‍‌⁠ tales. If you​ kiss a sleeping‌⁠ beauty these days,‌⁠⁠ you’ll be arrested.”‌​

He⁠​‍ refused to do‍ so with a smile.

“What‍⁠ is it that⁠ you are after?”‌ she asked.

“A‌ win-win for us.”‍

Instead,​ he showed his​​‍ respect for Brunhild‍⁠​ and raised a fair offer.

“We⁠‌⁠ will accept the‍⁠‌ northerners into the‍‍ walls, but they⁠⁠‍ too must participate⁠‍‌ in the war.”​​‌

“Are‌​​ you… aware of‍‍ what’s happening in⁠‍‌ the Northern Kingdom?”​

“There’s‌‍ probably an uninvited‍ guest called Valtazar‍ that’s doing crazy‍​​ stuff here and‍ there. That man​ happens to be‌‌⁠ my martial brother,⁠‍‍ you see. His‍⁠⁠ puberty has hit‌‍ quite hard.”

“…”‌⁠

Brunhild‌‍ turned to the​‍‌ spear in Korin’s‍​‍ hand, and came‍⁠‌ to a realization.⁠

It​‌‌ was that the‍‌​ ‘spearman’, who would‍​⁠ change the destiny⁠⁠ of the valkyries,‍​ prophesied by Skuld‌‍ the prophet could⁠‌ have been about‍‌ this man, Korin​‌‌ Lork.

“Would‌⁠ you please lend‍⁠‍ us a hand?”⁠⁠ he asked.

“…Why?”​

“Sorry?”‍‍

“For⁠⁠‌ a long time,⁠ you have called‍ our free citizens⁠ ‘barbarians’ and have⁠ disdained them and‌‍ ostracized them. And​ the free citizens‍​ had been plundering‌‍ your kingdom for‌​ a long time.”‌⁠‌

She‍ was asking him‌‍ why they were‌‍​ offering their help.‌⁠‍

“Hmm…​ it’s not because⁠‌​ of something grandiose⁠ but…”

And​ in response to‍‍ such a question,‌​ there was only‍‍ one kind of​​​ answer he could‌ return.

“It’s‍ best if there​‌ are as few⁠⁠‍ casualties as possible.​‌⁠ Human lives are​⁠ the most expensive,‍⁠ after all.”

He​ had only been‍ hoping for one‌‌‌ thing this whole‍⁠ time, and one⁠​ thing alone.

A happy ending.

****⁠

The​ treaty was signed‍‌‍ in a breeze.​​​

As⁠ compensation for accepting‍‌ the 230,000 free‌ citizens of the‍‌‍ Northern Kingdom into⁠ the south, the⁠​ able warriors had‌⁠ to cooperate with⁠ defending the walls.‍‌

Of‌​‍ course, there were​ quite a few​‍​ people that were‍‍‍ against it.

Some‌‍⁠ of the barbarians⁠⁠‍ themselves refused to‍​ follow because they‌​⁠ couldn’t trust us;‌ the guards and⁠ the soldiers, as⁠‍‍ well as the‌​​ guardians that came​‌ here under my​⁠ lead were all​‍ concerned about the​​‍ idea.

Although‍‍ they didn’t explicitly​‍ say anything rude,‌ they looked at​⁠ me like I was a madman.​

But⁠‍⁠ soon, the northerners⁠‌ were persuaded by‌ their psychological leaders,‌​ the valkyries, and⁠​‍ I persuaded everyone⁠​⁠ in the city⁠‌ as one of‌‍ the few nobles​​​ present.

“If‌⁠​ something goes wrong,​‌‌ we will take⁠ responsibility for it.”​

We‍‌‌ weren’t some random⁠ people either.

We‌⁠​ had Lady Josephine​ who was a hero written in⁠​ the history books,‌ the successor of‍‌‍ the Dunareff Dukedom,​ a successor candidate‍ of the Arden‌⁠ Household as well‌⁠ as utmost support‍‍⁠ from Saintess Estelle.‍

None​ of us were‌⁠⁠ people that would‍ be immediately stabbed‍‍ for bringing the​ barbarians into this⁠ side of the‌‍ wall.

“Will​⁠​ this be okay?”​ Brunhild asked.

“What‍⁠ do you mean?”‌‍‌

“This⁠‍​ is close to‍⁠ a political suicide.‌​‍ It went through‍‍ for now because⁠⁠ there is no-one​⁠ here that is‌‍‍ higher than you,​‌‌ but it will⁠​⁠ become a problem​ in the future.”‍‍‍

“Well…‍‍‍ if it turns​‍⁠ out well, they‌‌⁠ will let it‌​‍ be.”

The​‍ player was a superhuman; the protagonist​‌ and the center​⁠ of the world.⁠ But even so,‍⁠ it was impossible⁠ for the player‌ to do anything⁠ he wanted by​⁠​ brute forcing everything.⁠

There⁠‌‌ were too many‍⁠ things to consider‍ in real life.⁠‌​

Political‌⁠‍ issues, harmony, racism⁠⁠ and other discriminations…‌‍ in that sense,‌‍‍ this world was‌‌ no different from‌ Earth.

“Trying‍‌ to live a virtuous life allowed‍ me to get⁠​⁠ a lot of​‍ people willing to‍‌⁠ help me.”

“…I⁠ can see that.”‍

Brunhild‍‌⁠ said while looking​ at my comrades⁠ who were settling‍​‍ the situation.

“In‌‍⁠ any case, can⁠‍ you please allocate‌‌ the valkyries equidistant‌‌⁠ along the walls?‍⁠ They’re the only​⁠ ones that can​‍⁠ control the barbarians​ after all. Let’s⁠‌ join forces and‍‌​ fight through this.”‌​

It‌⁠⁠ was right as‌‍ she was about‌‌ to nod with⁠ a smile.

— KWAAAANG!!

The​⁠ wall we were‍⁠‍ standing on came⁠ crumbling down.

****‍⁠‍

“Damn‍⁠ it…”

I waved away the​​​ dust that filled​ the air due‍​ to the crumbling⁠⁠ wall, and stood‍‍‍ back up.

“Brunhild?‍ Are you okay?”⁠

“Something​⁠​ like this can’t​‍‍ hurt me, but…”‌‍​

She​⁠ looked around. The​ soldiers and northerners​ who had fallen⁠​⁠ along with the‍‌⁠ wall were crying‌ out in pain.⁠⁠​

“M,​ my legs…!”

“I,‌ I’m stuck! Somebody⁠ help me!”

The⁠ knights and mages⁠ were able to‌⁠‍ protect themselves in​‌‍ the fall, but​‌‌ the rest were‍⁠⁠ in miserable states.⁠⁠‌

I was wondering what⁠ destroyed the wall‍ until my eyes‍​⁠ found the very​ proof of an‌‍ attack.

“…A​‌ rock?”

It​‍‍ was a massive⁠​​ rock that looked‌‌⁠ like it was‍ carved out from‌ an entire mountain.‌ That enormous rock⁠‌ had flown into‍‌ the wall, destroying‌​ a portion of⁠ it.

‘Who‍‌​ in the world‍ threw this?’

First⁠ priority was to​ identify what was‍ happening. I jumped‌ onto the adjacent​‍ wall that was‌‍ still standing strong.⁠

Seeing​‌​ that, Hua Ran​ walked up and⁠‌ asked with a worried tone.

“Korin.⁠‌​ Are you okay?”​

“I’m⁠ fine,” I replied.‍‌ “But there are​​⁠ a lot of‌​​ people buried in⁠‌‍ debris. Can you​ go help them?”​

“…Okay.”‌

After‌ sending her down,​ I turned towards​ the horizon.

“They’re​‍⁠ here already.”

It⁠⁠ was a shocking​‍⁠ spectacle even when⁠ I witnessed the​ 230,000 barbarians, but⁠​‌ the scene in⁠ front of me​⁠ couldn’t even be‍⁠⁠ compared to that.​​​ Anyone seeing it‌‌ could only think‌​⁠ of one thing.‌‌​

The​ end of the​‌​ world.

– KAAHK! KAAAAAK!

– GUWOOOOO!

Monsters‌⁠ were covering both‌⁠⁠ the sky and​​ the ground. Footsteps‍ were quivering the‍​ ground and their​‌‌ roars were becoming‌​‌ more audible despite​‌⁠ the distance.

Hundreds‌ of thousands… A stunning number that⁠⁠ couldn’t even be​​⁠ counted were marching⁠⁠ towards the walls.⁠

The​ question still remained⁠⁠‍ of who destroyed‍‌​ the wall, but…​‍⁠ the answer to​ that was turning​ out to be​ quite obvious.

“T,‍‌‌ titans…”

“Titans!‍ There are titans!”‌‍

Barely‍​ visible on the‍‌‌ horizon were dozens⁠ of titans walking​‌​ towards the wall‍‌ with each carrying​​ an enormous rock.⁠

“How…”‌‌

It​ didn’t make sense‍ – the titan‌ resurrection plan was‌​‍ supposed to have‌⁠‌ failed. We destroyed⁠‍ the Tower of​​‍ Magic and their‌ knowledge shouldn’t have‍‍​ reached Valtazar.

“T,‌‍ they’re throwing the‌‌ rocks!”

“Run​​ away!”

And‍‍⁠ yet here they​ were, and the​​ titans all lifted‌ their rocks at⁠‍‍ the same time.⁠ If those landed​‍ on the wall‍​ all at once…‍⁠ the border city‌ would be destroyed⁠‌ in the blink‍ of an eye!​‍​

“Professor​‌​ Josephine!”

Leaving⁠​ the hands of‍⁠ the titans, the​ rocks began flying‌‍ towards the wall‌‌‌ in a parabola.‍ In response, Lady‍‌⁠ Josephine activated her‍ spell – she​ calculated the angle‍ of the parabola⁠ and opened up​​ an alternate dimension‍⁠ at the exact⁠‍ location of their‍​‍ fall.

Thanks‍‌​ to the strongest⁠ dimensional witch, Josephine‍‌‌ Clara, the rocks‍⁠ were all swallowed​ into the other‍‍⁠ dimension.

“Ohhh…!”​

“Dimensional​‌ Witch!”

The‌​ soldiers cheered, but​⁠‍ this wasn’t the‍ end.

‘We‍‍⁠ got rid of‌ the rocks, but‌ there could be⁠‍⁠ more. Besides, it’s‍​‌ hard to stop​ the titans themselves​⁠‌ just with the⁠⁠‌ wall.’

Back⁠​ in the original⁠‌ game, each of‌‍‍ them were always​ as tanky as⁠‍ a mid-boss. We⁠‍​ needed large-scale, deadly​‍‍ spells to wipe​‍⁠ them all out⁠‍ at once, and‌⁠‍ fortunately, I had​​ a skill that‌​‌ met the criteria.‌‌

“Sun⁠‌‌ Manifestation.”

The‌‍ power of Claiomh​‌ Solais to manifest​​​ the Sun was​‌​ certainly the world’s‌⁠⁠ biggest and deadliest‍⁠ ability in existence.‍⁠​

“Let’s⁠​ start off by‍⁠ burning half of‍‌ them down.”

And⁠​‍ wipe out some‌‌‌ of that never-ending‌‌‌ wave of demonic​‍‌ beasts in the⁠‌ process as well.‌

“It’s​⁠‌ Sir Korin’s Sun!”‍‌

“Right!⁠ With that, even‍⁠ the titans will…!”⁠‍

Their​​‍ eyes were shining‍ with expectation. With⁠ every strand of⁠‍ hope they conveyed,‍‍​ the stronger I became through [Battlefront⁠ Flag Bearer].

Right​‌‍ when I was⁠​⁠ about to drop​​‌ the manifested Sun‍‍ towards the titans‍⁠‌ in response to​ that hope…

“Look!⁠‍​ What is that!?”​⁠

The‍ Sun, Claiomh Solais⁠​ brightened up the‌​ sky and everything‍‍ nearby. It also​‍ revealed a large⁠​‍ ‘wolf’ that was‍ leaping towards the⁠‌ Sun.

“Huh?”‌‌

I naturally knew what​‍ that wolf was.‍ The Wolves of⁠​ Apocalypse that were⁠‍‌ accepted by the‍​ golden wolves, Ren‌ and Ron, in‌⁠​ the final battle‍​ of the last‍‍⁠ iteration…

One​‌⁠ who devours the​⁠‍ Sun, Skoll.

One​‌​ who devours the​‍ Moon, Hati.

In⁠ other words,

Claiomh​‌‌ Solais’ ability to‍‌ manifest the Sun‌​ was—

– Kajik!

— meaningless before them.‍

“The‌​⁠ Sun…”

“…It‌ ate the Sun.”​

The​​‍ unbelievable sight of⁠‍⁠ the Sun being​​ eaten was not‌‍⁠ the only problem.‌⁠‍ As soon as‌​‌ the Sun disappeared,‍‍ a harsh and⁠⁠⁠ frosty wind replaced​‍ it and this​‌ wind… was clearly​ abnormal.

“Don’t⁠​ tell me…”

Beyond‌⁠​ the horizon, something‌ of an unbelievable‌ size appeared behind​ the titans.

It‍‍​ was as sublime⁠⁠ and grand as​‌⁠ the snowy mountains⁠⁠⁠ itself.

A giant on the⁠‌⁠ same level as‍​ the Sky Titan​‌‍ that I met⁠⁠​ at the secret‌‌ lands of druids⁠ to obtain Claiomh‍ Solais—

“…Frost​⁠‍ Giant.”

The​‍ one behind this⁠⁠‌ eternal winter – the one who⁠ hopes to destroy​⁠ the world hand-in-hand‌⁠​ with Tates Valtazar.‌​‌

The‍ Frost Giant, which​‌⁠ was supposed to‍ be waiting for⁠‌‌ the player at‌ Nastrond, the world‍​ of corpses, was‌‍⁠ walking towards the​‍ walls instead.

“…Hah.”‍‍‌

I made plenty of⁠‍ preparations.

Because⁠​ I was aware⁠ of the future,‍ I made tweaks‌​ to it.

But​ it turned out‍‍‌ that that ‘tweak’…‍ didn’t always lead⁠ to a favorable‌‌‌ outcome.

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