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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 246: World Tree (3)

Chapter 246: World Tree (3)

There‌ were tons of⁠‌ armors across various​​‍ myths and legends‌‌ with resistance to⁠​ magic. The silver⁠​⁠ plated armor crafted​⁠ by Goibniu, the‌⁠ Danann of Smithing,⁠​‌ was at the‍ pinnacle of magic‍ resistance.

“Hmm~”​⁠‍

Eochaid⁠ grinned as he​‌ stared into the‌⁠‍ darkness.

That‍ attack at the⁠‍ level of a grand spell was⁠‌‍ certainly intimidating, not​ to mention the⁠‌⁠ fact that it‍ contained a bleeding​⁠​ curse.

They‍​‍ had to be​​ quite skilled to‍‍⁠ pull that off…⁠‍​ and Eochaid assumed⁠‌​ they were mages‌‌⁠ from the Tower‍⁠ who had recently‌⁠ been enslaved.

“Anyway,​‌​ I wasn’t expecting‌ him to run⁠​⁠ away like that.⁠⁠ Should I say‍​ he’s too shy,​​​ or too devious.”‌‍‍

Even‍ Eochaid couldn’t move‍‌⁠ straight after getting⁠​⁠ hit by that‌‌‍ bombardment, and Korin​ Lork used that​​ time to escape​‍‌ with the soldiers‍​ and knights.

‘Should⁠⁠ I go after​​ him?’ he pondered,​⁠‍ but decided not⁠‍‌ to after hearing​‌‌ the echoing footsteps⁠‌ of an entire⁠‍ army coming his​​​ way.

“Quite‌‍⁠ a lot of‌​ people they’ve brought.”​⁠‌

Although‌‍ he wasn’t afraid‍ to be put‍‌ against a large⁠ number of foes,⁠ there was still​​‍ no reason for‍​‍ him to play​ according to the‍​‍ cards of the​​ enemy.

“These‌‍‍ aren’t going to‍​ be enough to‌⁠ fight against all⁠⁠ of them. I guess I will​​​ have to go⁠​ back and scrape‍⁠ up everything in⁠‌ my arsenal.”

Retrieving​‍⁠ his weapon, Eochaid‌‌ carried his feet​‍ away.

Defending‌ the wells wasn’t‍​‍ his mission in⁠ the first place.⁠⁠⁠ His job was‌ that of the‍⁠​ final gatekeeper, and‌‌​ defending this place‍⁠​ was what the‍‌ druid had to⁠ do.

“But‌⁠​ Valtazar though. Using‍‍ me as a gatekeeper huh. Can’t⁠⁠​ believe it.”

However,‌‌⁠ it’s not like‌​⁠ he couldn’t understand‌‌ what he was‍ thinking.

Everything‌‌‌ was for the‍‍‍ final war.

If⁠‍‌ he had to​ become a cornerstone​‍‌ of the new⁠‍⁠ world… Eochaid felt‌ kind enough to⁠‌ fulfill that role‌⁠‍ for him.

****‌​‌

We​‍ immediately ran away⁠⁠​ after shooting missiles‍‍ at Eochaid.

There⁠​‌ was no reason‌ for me to​‌ waste my energy‍​​ going against him‌​ by myself. All‍ we had to‌​ do was simply‌‍⁠ break through with⁠​ sheer force.

He⁠‍ would have soon​ retreated as well,⁠​ because he wouldn’t‌⁠ be that inclined⁠ to go against‌‍ an entire army.‌

“The​ enemy is nowhere‌ to be seen!”‌​‍

“He​ seems to have‍ escaped!”

As⁠‌ expected, Eochaid was‌ gone by the​‌ time we arrived​‌‍ at the scene⁠‌ with the main​ army.

“Fuu…⁠ What a shame,⁠⁠ dongsaeng. I would⁠‌‌ have given him‍⁠ a slap for​⁠ hurting you.”

“I​ know right. I was hoping he‌ would have his‍​‍ ego fired up‌⁠​ and fight us⁠ head-on.”

We​‌⁠ would have smacked‍⁠‍ him together.

However,‍‌⁠ Eochaid Bres was‌⁠ not stupid, and‌ he obviously wouldn’t⁠‌ try to fight‌⁠​ against an army⁠⁠ of this size​ by himself. Especially​ now that he⁠ no longer had‍‍ the Sun.

“Why‍ did he show‍ himself so soon,⁠‍ I wonder?”

“Probably‌ to buy time,”‌ I replied. “The​ World Tree was​‌⁠ not supposed to‍‌⁠ grow this fast.⁠⁠‌ I’m sure they​‌⁠ had to push​‍‌ themselves a lot‌⁠⁠ to make this‌‌ happen.”

This​​ fight was happening‍⁠ much earlier than‍‍ how it went‍⁠​ in the original‌ game. It was‌​‌ faster by around‌ 6 months, so​ it was safe⁠ to assume that⁠​ they had to​⁠ take on some⁠​‍ amount of risk.​​

“He’s‌​ not even the‍​ biggest threat here‍⁠‌ though.”

“Really?​​‌ Eochaid Bres? Isn’t​ he a King⁠​ of Gods like‌​ Chairman Erin?”

“As‌ an individual being,‌​ he is one​‍ of the top​⁠ powerhouses just below‌‌‌ Valtazar but… it’s‌ a bit different‍ with the World‌‍ Tree.”

The‌ one, who had‌⁠‍ been quietly doing‌ his work behind​‌‌ the lines, was⁠‍⁠ what we really‌‌⁠ had to worry‍ about. Supported by​‍ the enormous field‌ of nature, that⁠ is the World​‍‍ Tree, that old⁠ man was not‌‌ to be looked‌ down on.

Lawmaker​ Dumnorix.

One⁠⁠‌ who seeks balance‍⁠‍ with mother nature.⁠​

This​‌⁠ was the most‍⁠​ dangerous time to‍‌ be fighting him.⁠‌​

“Let’s​​ keep the scouts‍⁠‍ to a minimum.⁠ How many do​​ we have on‍‌ our side right⁠‌ now?”

“Except​ for the backline,​ we have about‌ 3,500 that can⁠​ fight.”

“That’s‍‌ not as much‌ as I thought.”‍‌

“But​​⁠ we have a lot of knights‍‌ and mages instead.‍ It’s around 20%​ of that number.”​⁠

Following‍ the roots all‍ the way up​‍​ to the wells‍‍⁠ was important, but⁠‌‌ it was also​ crucial to regroup​​​ with all the‍​‍ soldiers scattered about‍ this place.

“Let’s⁠‍‍ group with the​‌ valkyries or barbarians‍ and increase our‌​ numbers.”

Traveling​ in a large​‍​ group would allow‌‍‍ us to freely‌‍​ pass by most⁠‌​ of the enemies.‍‌ In turn, that‌​​ meant we could​‍ save our energy‍‍ unlike the player⁠ party of the‍⁠ game, where they‌ would have to​ take breaks and​‌ waste potions after‍​​ encountering every single⁠‍​ group of enemy.‍⁠‌

“Sure.‌‍‌ We never know‍​⁠ when Eochaid might​​‍ show himself again⁠​ so let’s not‍‍​ waste our energy.”‌

“Saintess…!”​

That‌ was when a soldier ran up⁠‌‍ and kneeled towards​ Estelle.

“U,‍ urgent news! A group of enemies‌‌‍ has appeared, but‌‍‍ it’s unclear whether‌‍ they are demonic‍ beasts or spirits!‌‍​ The vanguards have⁠ started fending them‌ off!”

“…About‍ time huh.”

It⁠⁠ was true that⁠ we had a large number of⁠ manpower in our​⁠ army, but that‌‍‍ didn’t mean Valtazar‌⁠ didn’t have any​‍⁠ himself.

“Let⁠‌​ me go up.”⁠‍​

“Are⁠⁠‍ you sure? Don’t‍‍⁠ you have to​ save your energy?”‌‌

“I​‌‌ don’t even have​‌⁠ to worry about‍​​ that against Shadow‍⁠‌ Demons. I’ll stay⁠‌⁠ at the front‍ for the time​‍​ being as well.”​‌​

Heading‍ to the front,​ as I expected‍​​ I found some​​ of our soldiers​​ fighting against Shadow‍ Demons.

It‍‌ seemed like they‌ were defending without‍ an issue, thanks‍‍ to the large⁠‍⁠ number of soldiers⁠ on our side.​

We‌‌⁠ had several more‌ skirmishes after that,⁠‌‍ but I started‍​ seeing more and‍⁠⁠ more corpses on‌⁠‌ the side.

They‍⁠⁠ were either soldiers‌​ of the kingdom‍ or northern warriors.⁠

“It⁠‍ appears they died‌ very recently. It’s⁠⁠ most likely the‌ demons we were⁠​ fighting just then.”​⁠

“They‌⁠ died fighting these‌‌⁠ monsters, so I’m‍ sure the lord​‌‌ will look after⁠​ them.”

“Of‍ course. They died‌​ a valiant death​ for a sacred‌‍‌ purpose.”

“Fuu…‍‍‍ Yeah.”

I didn’t deny their‍⁠‌ faith as that⁠​⁠ would further instigate‌‌​ their uneasiness. Instead,​‌ I agreed with‌ them.

“We‌​‌ unfortunately don’t have​‌ time to bury‌ them so let’s⁠‌‍ have a minute⁠ of silence. I’m‍‍ sure they will​​ understand.”

Drawing⁠⁠ a cross with⁠ my finger, I prayed for their⁠ afterlife. It was⁠ funny of me⁠‌⁠ to be doing​‌​ this despite knowing​ the truth about‍ the gods of‌‌​ this world but…‌ it had to​‍ be done for‍ the mental wellbeing​⁠ of the ones‌⁠​ alive.

Praying‍‌ that their souls​ were headed somewhere‍ peaceful.

Praying​ that the lord​ will find mercy‌‌ in their courage.​‌

The‍‌​ living prayed for‌‌​ the dead and‌ found peace. Hoping​​ that the souls‍ of the dead⁠‌‌ were heading to‌‍ a place better​⁠‌ than this world,⁠ at the same‌‍ time they hoped‍​ that their own⁠ deaths would also‌‌⁠ be received with‌⁠ prayers.

Religion‌ was a shelter⁠ in which people‌ could find peace‌‍‍ during tension and⁠‌‍ urgency.

After⁠​ that, we led​‍​ the way once​‌ again before coming​‍ across a new‌​⁠ group.

– Crunch crunch!

Hearing‍‍​ the sound of‌ thick leather shoes‌‌​ stepping across the‌ snow, we came‌⁠ to a stop.⁠‍ It definitely wasn’t‍⁠​ a sound that⁠⁠⁠ the kingdom’s military‌⁠ boots would make.‌

“Hmm?‌ Southerners?” said the‍​ one at the​ lead.

What‌​‌ appeared from the​‌ front was a group of approximately⁠‍ hundreds of northerners.​

“Barbarians,​ huh.”

“Shh.​⁠​ Don’t provoke them‌⁠ for no reason.”‍⁠

Reproaching⁠ one of our‌ soldiers who blurted⁠‍ that out, a small group of​​‌ us slowly approached‍‍‍ the group.

“Which‌ tribe are you‌ from?”

“We’re​‍ from Axehead! Don’t‍⁠​ you remember fighting‌‍‍ together at the⁠ wall?”

“Kuhum…‌‌ You see, it’s‌⁠ a bit hard‌‌​ to see everything.”⁠​

With⁠ the light gone​‍ from the world,​⁠ we had to⁠​‌ rely on torches‍ and light magic‍⁠ to see around⁠‌‌ us. It was⁠‍​ hard to tell‌​‌ the tribes of​‌​ the northerners in‍‌⁠ the darkness because⁠ the only way‌ to tell were‌ the small symbols‌​‍ on their armor.​​

Our‍⁠ troops appeared delighted​​ to come across⁠ allies after several‌​‌ long and arduous‍​ battles against demonic​‍ beasts, but I flinched when the‌ group of northerners‍​‌ came a bit‍ closer.

The‌ axehead of the​‍​ barbarian at the​ front was dripping​ with blood.

Was‌⁠⁠ that from a demon? No – Shadow Demons were‍ monsters who couldn’t​‌ form a proper‍ shape and unlike‍ demonic beasts, it‍ was impossible for‌ them to bleed.‌‍‍

Of‌‌⁠ course, you could⁠‍ come across other​​ demonic beasts and​ monsters from mythologies⁠‌​ later down the‍‌‌ line, but for​ some reason, I couldn’t erase that​ hint of uneasiness.​

“Wait.”‌

First⁠‌⁠ off, I told⁠‌ them to stop⁠ their feet.

The‍​ northerner at the‌ lead stopped his⁠‌ feet and looked‍​ at me with​ a scrutinizing gaze.‌ Similarly, I carefully⁠⁠ observed them in​ deep thought.

Indeed,​​ there were symbols‌‌⁠ on their leather‍ tunics and helmets‌ representing their tribe,⁠‍ but we couldn’t‍⁠⁠ be certain that​‍ those belonged to⁠ them. They could​ have massacred the‌⁠ actual Axehead Tribe‌‌‍ and stolen their‌ armors.

“What’s⁠‌‌ wrong, Sir Korin?”​⁠‍

I whispered back at​​‌ the knight who‍​ asked that question.‌

“There‌ are a lot‌ of northern tribes‌‌ following the enemy‍ leader. There’s a chance they are‍‌ one of them.”​

“…!”‌

After⁠ realizing what I was worried about,​⁠ the knight carefully‍⁠ scrutinized the northerners⁠​‍ just like me.‍⁠ However, seemingly unhappy⁠⁠‌ from that gaze,​​‌ the Axehead Tribe‌​‍ started to grumble‍​ among themselves.

“Are​ you doubting us?”​⁠⁠ the leader of⁠‍‍ the group asked.​

“We⁠ have to be​⁠​ careful of everything​‌⁠ in times like​⁠​ this.”

“We‌​ are participating in​ the war because‌‍‍ you asked for‍‌​ our cooperation! We​‍‍ risked our lives⁠⁠ and fought on​ the walls!”

“Now‌ now, let’s calm​ ourselves down and⁠‌‍ introduce ourselves just​ in case. I’m‍ Korin Lork.”

“Korin‍⁠​ Lork?”

The‌​‍ warrior in the‍ lead titled his​​ head.

“You​‍ know me, right?”⁠

“Hmm…‌ So you’re the⁠⁠ warrior chosen by​‌‍ Skjaldmaer Brunhild. You‍​ look like a young man though…”​⁠​

Holding⁠ onto his horned⁠ helmet, the man‍‍ greeted with respect.​‌

“Berik​‌ Jogerson.”

It‍ was a name‌ I wasn’t familiar‌⁠‍ with, but I couldn’t reject them‌ just because of‍⁠ that. After all,​ I couldn’t possibly‌‌ remember the names‌⁠⁠ of the 150,000⁠‌ northern warriors on⁠ our side.

“If⁠ I may ask,⁠ can you tell​ us how you‍‌‍ got all that‌‌ blood on your​ weapons and your⁠⁠ armors?”

“You‍ mean this?”

He⁠‌‍ replied after casually⁠ brushing off the​ blood from his‍‌ ax.

“We‍‌​ were attacked by‍ our kindred.”

“Your⁠‌ kindred?”

“But‌ they were those⁠‍⁠ who sided with‍ the enemy. We‍​ had no choice​‍‍ but to kill‌‌ them.”

“You‌​ killed your kind,⁠⁠​ but you don’t‌‌⁠ seem very sad⁠​⁠ about it.”

“Huhahaha!”‍​

Berik⁠ let out a hearty laughter in‍‍‍ response.

“Unlike⁠ southerners, we lack⁠⁠ everything in the⁠⁠ north; whether it⁠​⁠ be food, water‌‍ or women! It’s⁠ common for our‌​ tribes to point​‍⁠ our axes at‍ one another. Well,‍‍‌ they died like⁠​ warriors so I’m⁠ sure they’re headed⁠ to Valhalla.”

That‌‍​ made sense. Although​⁠ we were grouping⁠ them as one‌ by calling them⁠​‌ the ‘Northern Kingdom’‍ and such, the‍⁠‌ northerners moved around​‌​ in tribes. There⁠⁠ was no concept​‍​ of a ‘country’,⁠​‌ and they only⁠⁠ formed a group⁠‍‌ around the biggest​ tribe when something‌‌‍ dire was happening‍ to them.

Even​ the Valkyries seemed‌ to encourage fights‍​‍ between tribes for‌‍ the purpose of​ raising esteemed warriors,‍‍⁠ and it was‌ something difficult for‍‌ me to understand​‌ as someone from​ modern Earth.

“By‍ the way, where‍​⁠ were you guys‌​ going?”

I threw in a trick question.

“We‍⁠ were following up⁠‌⁠ the roots. Wasn’t‌ our goal about‌ finding the wells?”‍​

It⁠‌ seemed they knew‍ that too. That‍​⁠ was the objective⁠‍ we had previously‍​ mentioned to everyone⁠⁠​ in our army⁠⁠⁠ before we had‌​‍ to separate. We‍​⁠ had told everyone‌‍‍ to travel up​ the roots, find⁠ wells and destroy‍‍ them if they‍‍⁠ came across the⁠‌ roots of the‌‍⁠ World Tree.

Judging‍ from how they‍‌‍ knew that, were​‌‌ they really on​⁠⁠ our side? It​ was still hard⁠‍‌ to tell. Basically⁠⁠ every soldier was⁠⁠ aware of that⁠ objective, and even⁠​ just one or‌‍‍ two spies would⁠‌‌ have been enough‍⁠ for them to​‌​ find out about‍⁠ it.

“Oi,‍‍ first off, let⁠⁠‌ go of your‌ weapons.”

One‌ of the knights⁠⁠⁠ who had similar‍​⁠ concerns as me​ suddenly commanded the‌ northerners to disarm⁠‍ themselves.

“What?”‍

As‌ if they heard‌ something unimaginable, the⁠⁠ Axehead Tribe began‌​​ to tremble in​⁠​ fury. Paying little‌‍‌ regard to that,‌‌ the knight continued‍​‌ with a condescending‍⁠⁠ gaze and a commanding tone.

“I​ told you to​⁠ drop your weapons.‍‌⁠ Let go of⁠‍⁠ your weapons, and⁠⁠ then we will‍​ confirm your identities.”‌⁠

“These‍​​ bastards…”

“Weapons‍​ are like souls‌⁠⁠ for warriors! How‍ dare you tell⁠ us to let​⁠ go of them!”‌

Naturally,⁠ the northerners weren’t‌⁠ going to let⁠⁠ that slide.

“Wait.‍​​ Calm dow—”

Even‌ the same meaning‌ could be portrayed​‍‍ in very different​ sentences. Why was‍⁠ he saying it‍​​ like that? Of‌⁠ course they’re gonna‌ be mad!

“These⁠⁠ damn barbarians. Just​ do what you’re⁠‍⁠ told and stop‌⁠ talking back!”

“What?‍‍⁠ This fucking southerner​⁠ trash!”

– Clink!

They‍ immediately unsheathed their‍⁠ swords and axes.‌

Ahh,‍ it turned into‌‍‍ a war of‌‌ ego.

The‌​ northerners and southerners‍‍‍ glared daggers at‍​​ each other with‍ swords and axes‌ in their hands.​ Although we were⁠‌​ on the same‍ side right now,⁠​​ they had been‌​ confronting one another‌ for a long⁠‌ time. It was​ hard for that​​‌ long conflict and​⁠⁠ discord to go‌​‍ away after a short truce.

‘…We‌ would beat them⁠​ in a frontal⁠​⁠ fight but…’

There‌⁠ were hundreds of‌‌‌ enemies, but they​‌‍ were all simple​ warriors. On the‌ other hand, there‍ were thousands on‍​‍ our side with‍ quite a few⁠‌ knights.

It‍ would be a massacre if we‍‍‍ did fight, but⁠‌ what if they‍ were on our‍‍‌ side all along?‌‍ That would make‌‌⁠ us the most⁠ stupid people in​‍​ the world, who‌ killed allies just​⁠⁠ because of a heated debate.

For‌‍ now, I had​ to step in‌‌ and calm them‌⁠‌ down. There was‍ no way that​‌ northerners, who would‍ rather die than​ bend down and‍​ swallow their ego,‍‍ would back off​ so—

“Wait,⁠‌​ calm down, southerners.⁠‌ I understand where‌‍ you are coming‌‌ from but there‍​⁠ is no need‌​ for allies to‌‍⁠ shed blood.”

“Huh?”‍‌​

He‌ was swallowing his​ ego? A northerner?‌‍​ Really?

Was‌​ he really taking​‌⁠ a step back‍‌⁠ instead of chucking​⁠ an ax at⁠ our faces?

“Let’s​‌ first calm down‌⁠ and get to⁠‍‌ know each other.”⁠‍

He‌​ was… trying to⁠⁠ talk it out!⁠‌

But​‌​ there’s absolutely no‍‌​ way you guys​‌‍ are this civilized!⁠⁠

It’s‍‌⁠ impossible that you‍‌ guys, following valkyries⁠​​ who try to​‌‌ cut off people’s⁠ heads from behind​‌ whenever they have​​‍ a chance, could​ be this cultured!⁠‍​

This​ was strange.

Very​‍⁠ very strange.

His⁠ attempt to talk‌⁠‌ this out amplified‌ my suspicion even​⁠⁠ further than before.‌​

If‍‍ he was indeed‍‍ hiding something… Was​‌ there a secret​‍ strategy that could‌ immediately make them‍‌ reveal themselves?

There‍‍ was still a hint of uneasiness⁠ lingering inside me.‌​⁠ Besides, this was‌⁠ a serious problem‌‌ because I would​ have to doubt⁠ them every time​​⁠ I came across​ northerners.

Confronting⁠​⁠ every single group⁠​ of northerners like⁠⁠⁠ this would eat‍‍ up too much⁠‌⁠ time.

Was⁠‍​ there a strategy…⁠ a quick and⁠ swift one that​ could magically tell​ apart allies and​ enemies…

“There⁠​‌ is one.”

“Huh?”‍‍

“Sir‍ Korin?”

“E,‍‍ Eureka…”

If⁠‌ it was that​ strategy… in a world with its‌​​ citizens aware of​​ the existence of‍ gods and divinity…⁠ there was a taboo that they⁠​‌ definitely could not‌ break!

“Fuu…‌​‍ Are you still⁠‍‍ harboring doubts against‍‌​ us? How can⁠⁠ we—”

“…Say⁠⁠​ it.”

“Huh?‍ What did you‌‌ say?”

The‍‌ leader of the‌ Axehead Tribe tilted​ his head as‌​ if he didn’t‍​⁠ catch what I said. Walking closer,‍⁠‍ I urged them​‌⁠ in a loud‍⁠‍ voice.

“‘Tates​ is a son​⁠​ of a bitch.’‍ Say it.”

Come​ on! There should​‍ be no problems‌ unless you’re a communis… I mean,⁠⁠⁠ someone on our​‌​ side!

[TL​‍ NOTE]

* Referring to an​‌ old meme in‍‌ South Korea where​‍ they would tell⁠‍‌ people to say‍​⁠ ‘Kim Jong-il is​⁠⁠ a son of​ a bitch’ to‌​ see if they‍ are a spy‍ from North Korea‌⁠ or not.

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