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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 292: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 4 Transfer Student With Experience (4)

Chapter 292: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 4 Transfer Student With Experience (4)

The​ Royal Academy was‍​​ already on its⁠‌ fourth day.

Even‍​ though the bodies‌⁠ had been swapped,‌‍​ as usual I woke up early‌‍ and forced this‌‌‍ stiff body to‌ move.

“Shia,‍⁠⁠ damn it… I told you to​⁠‌ exercise.”

Even​ having trained a little over these⁠‍⁠ past few days,⁠⁠ the physical condition​ did not improve⁠ at all.

I never imagined that​ I would experience‍‌ again the misery‍‌‍ of a teenager​​​ with a chronic⁠⁠⁠ lack of exercise.‌

Of‍‍ course, I was⁠​ a special case.‍‍​ Since childhood I followed Sangwoo into⁠​ the baseball club‌ and ended up​‍‍ walking the path‌ of a professional‌ athlete.

After​‌ becoming Corin Loch,‍⁠‍ I spent all‌‍⁠ that time training​​ at the Guardian​‌ Academy to prevent⁠⁠ the collapse of‍⁠ the world.

For​‍ normal boys and​‌ girls, what they‌⁠​ were doing now‌ must have been⁠​ the correct thing.‌‍

‘It‍‍ looks like there’s‌⁠ another guy like‌ me around here.’​⁠‌

Whoosh!​

Boom!​‍

A secluded place, away​‌ from the walking‌⁠‌ path.

Deep‍‌‍ in the forest,⁠‍‌ where people’s eyes‍‌⁠ barely reached, a familiar sound echoed.⁠⁠‍

There,‍ a black-haired boy‍⁠ was swinging a wooden sword without‍ rest.

‘Oh…‍⁠‌ nice abs.’

The⁠ boy’s body was‍⁠ well built. The‍​‍ scars scattered across​⁠ his skin showed⁠ the extreme situations‍⁠⁠ he had overcome.‍‍

Having​⁠ repeated that kind⁠​ of training and‌ combat from such‌⁠‍ a young age​‌​ resembled me quite‍⁠ a lot.

Well,⁠​⁠ compared to someone‌​ with a mental‍‌ age of forty,​⁠‍ maybe he’s better⁠ than me.

Calcion‌‌‍ Helgmund. The young⁠​‍ man who became‍‍‍ the leader of‌‍ the North at‌⁠⁠ an early age.‌

They‌​ said Brunhilde had​​‍ set her sights⁠⁠‌ on him as‌‌⁠ a warrior.

Though‍ having a valkyrie‍⁠ take interest in⁠⁠ you, I don’t‍​​ know if that’s⁠​‍ necessarily a good​⁠ thing.

Staring‍⁠⁠ blatantly at someone⁠​⁠ while they train‌‍ isn’t good manners.​​⁠

Just‌‌ as I was⁠‍​ about to leave,‌ a strange group​‌ approached Calcion.

“And​‍⁠ who’s this? Isn’t‌⁠ he the stinky‍ barbarian duke?”

Popcorn.​

Where’s‌‌ the popcorn?

***‍⁠⁠

Calcion⁠‍ is a warrior.‌

Though‌ young, he is‍‍⁠ the son of⁠‍⁠ a clan with⁠ the right to​ become the leader​​‍ of the North.‌

For⁠⁠‌ the northerners, real‌​‍ experience is naturally⁠ gained by hunting⁠​ magical beasts.

The​‌ North itself is⁠‍ a cruel battlefield.⁠ If you are‌ weak, you get‌‌ hunted; if you‌ hunt, you survive.​ An extreme land.​‌⁠

There,​‍‍ Calcion learned to⁠​​ sleep in short‍‍‌ bursts, prepared for⁠​‍ wolf packs that​​‍ could attack at‌‍‌ any moment.

He​‍⁠ learned to fight​ against enemy tribes⁠⁠⁠ and to butcher​⁠⁠ prey.

‘Too⁠⁠⁠ peaceful.’

That⁠⁠ was why the‌ abundance of this​‌ warm kingdom seemed⁠ to make him⁠‍⁠ lazy.

In‍ order not to‌​ dull the beast’s‌‌⁠ instinct, Calcion continued​‍ training.

‘If⁠ it was going‍⁠ to be like​​ this, maybe it⁠ would have been​​ better to go‌⁠⁠ to the Guardian​‌ Academy.’

He‍‍​ knew why Brunhilde,‍​⁠ the leader of⁠⁠ the shieldmaidens, had‌​‍ chosen the Royal‌⁠​ Academy as their‌‍‌ place of study.⁠‍​

The​⁠ Sun God, Corin⁠ Loch, had ascended​​⁠ to the throne‌ of the gods,‌‌​ marking the return⁠‌ of the mythical⁠ era.

The‌ curses that the⁠ gods imposed on⁠‌​ humanity, the demonic‌‌ existences, would gradually‍ disappear, and soon​‌ the age of​ civilization would arrive.‌‌

The​⁠ North also had⁠ to adapt to‌ that flow of​⁠⁠ time.

A kingdom where gods⁠‍‍ exist, where new‍ divine generations are‌ born.

It‌​‌ was necessary to​‍ interact with that​ kingdom and become​​ an allied group​​ in order to‌ share the grace‍⁠ of the gods.‍

Even​ among the shieldmaidens​‍​ there was a rumor that one⁠‌​ of them might​‍ marry the new​​​ Sun God. As⁠​‍ the leader of‌ the North, building‍​​ ties with the⁠‌⁠ kingdom was his‍​ duty.

But—‍‌

“And​ who’s this? Isn’t‍⁠‌ he the stinky⁠‌​ barbarian duke?”

The‌‌⁠ kingdom’s prejudices against‌ the northerners would‌​ not be resolved‌​ so easily.

“What‌ do you want?”‍

The​‍⁠ group that appeared‌ were children of⁠‍​ influential figures in‍ the kingdom.

He‌‍⁠ remembered them—they were‍ the ones who⁠ had caused trouble⁠‌‍ since the first⁠‌ day of classes.‌​

They⁠​‌ started chattering nonstop,‍ but Calcion decided​‍ to ignore them.‍​⁠

“This​⁠ bastard! Is he‍‌​ ignoring us?”

“Barbarians‍‌ who worship snow‌ gods!”

But…⁠​​ those words were​⁠ hard to tolerate.‍⁠

“Ha…‍‍ do barbarians even​‌ have a religion?‍‍⁠ So what? Unlike⁠‍ our kingdom, where⁠ there are real‍ gods, you only‍​⁠ have some half-baked‌‍‌ old women, right?”⁠​

“How‌⁠ dare you…?”

To⁠⁠⁠ insult the shieldmaidens,​​ whom the northerners⁠ venerated as sacred‌ spirits? To dare​ profane the spiritual​ pillars that had‍‍ protected the North‌‌​ for a thousand‌‌ years?

“Come.”⁠‍

“What?”​‌

“You⁠​⁠ insulted the shieldmaidens.​ As a northerner,‌⁠‌ I cannot overlook‌‌‌ it. If you‌⁠​ don’t have a sword, fight with‍ your fists. I’ll⁠ use my fists‍‌ too.”

“You‌​ insolent barbarian…!”

“We’re​​ knights! If it​ weren’t for social​ society, we’d be‍ at the Guardian‍‍⁠ Academy!”

“Do​ the kingdom’s knights​⁠ only know how​ to fight with​ their mouths?”

In‌​⁠ the end, the‌​ group and Calcion‌ came to blows.‌‍

It​‌‍ was five against‍​‌ one, but they⁠‌⁠ were no match⁠⁠⁠ for Calcion, who​​ had survived countless‍⁠ real battles in‍ the North.

The‌‌‌ result was an​​ overwhelming victory.

Just‍​ as he was‌ about to stomp‌ on the guy‌⁠‍ who was bleeding​‍​ from the nose—​‍

“That’s‌​ enough, right?”

At⁠⁠‌ the moment Calcion⁠⁠​ lowered his foot,‌ something struck his‍ ankle with a sharp tap.

A fleeting technique. Calcion’s‌⁠‍ foot dug into‍‍ the ground beside‍​ the face of‍​ the one who‍ had insulted the‍‍ shieldmaidens.

“……Who‍⁠ are you?”

“The​ sister of the‍‌ Sun God.”

A girl smiling with⁠⁠‍ her lips slightly‍⁠​ twisted.

An‌ ordinary girl, from‍​⁠ whom no power⁠⁠‍ or mana could‍‌ be felt, yet⁠⁠​ who radiated an​‌‍ overwhelming ferocity that‍‌ was impossible to​‌ ignore.

Like⁠‍ a wolf. No—like⁠‍‌ the alpha of​‍‍ a pack.

‘I‍ didn’t even notice​‍‌ her approach.’

She​⁠ had entered precisely​⁠‌ into the gap⁠ in his awareness,​⁠‌ in an instantaneous​‌​ interval.

Her‌⁠ strength was nothing​‍ special. If he‌‌⁠ had recognized her⁠‍‍ in time, he⁠ wouldn’t have moved‌ an inch. And⁠‍ yet, his leg⁠‌ had been deflected.​‍

“It​⁠​ looks like a boys’ fight is‍⁠ getting out of‍‍ hand. I understand‍⁠‌ that you’re angry,‌⁠‌ but let’s not‍ make this bigger.”⁠⁠‌

“No.‍‍​ That man blasphemed‌ the gods. He⁠⁠⁠ insulted our gods‌⁠⁠ and our guardians.‍ That is a profanation.”

“It’s⁠​‍ the age of​​‌ youthful impulse. They⁠⁠ say men mature‍ by fighting.”

“A​ pathetic line of‌ reasoning. In the‍ North, if a man loses a fight, he dies.”⁠

“This‌​ isn’t the North.”⁠⁠

Shia‌ Loch did not​⁠​ take a single‌‌⁠ step back. Calcion‍​‌ tried to retort,​‍⁠ but upon realizing​ that she was⁠ Shia Loch, he⁠ had no choice⁠ but to retreat.⁠‍‌

“……I​‌ don’t like it.”​⁠‌

Neither‌ this situation, nor​​​ the fact that​‌ the North, in‌ the end, was⁠​⁠ nothing more than⁠‌‍ the loser in⁠ a competition of‍ systems.

***​⁠‍

“Wow…⁠⁠‍ you’re really angry.”⁠‍

Well,‌⁠‌ knowing the position​‌ Brunhilde and the‍‌ shieldmaidens hold for‌​ the northerners, it’s‍ understandable.

For‌​ a devout believer,⁠ it was a direct offense against‌ their gods and‌ against their saints.​

“Th-thank⁠‌ you, Miss Loch.”‍​

The​‌‍ troublemakers stood up‍‍ while their noses⁠ were still bleeding.‍​‌

I took out a handkerchief and a sports towel and⁠‍ tossed them to⁠ them.

“Wipe​‌‍ the blood. Whew,⁠‌‍ they really messed​​ up your eye.”‌⁠

“Ah,‍ y-yes… thank you.”‍

“Thank‍ you……”

The​​ troublemakers wiped their⁠‌ noses with the⁠​⁠ handkerchief and towel​⁠​ I gave them,‍ looking embarrassed.

“Are‌ you ashamed that‍⁠‍ just one person‍⁠⁠ crushed all of⁠‌ you?”

“Kgh…!”‍‍

“If‌​⁠ that guy hadn’t‌​ used dirty and‌‍ cowardly tricks…!”

“You‍‍ fought bare-handed and​ now you’re talking‌ about strange arts—what⁠‌ kind of story‌‍ is that?”

“He’s​ a barbarian, he⁠‍ must’ve used some‍‌ trick! They’re all‍‍​ cowards!”

“That’s⁠ right!”

As‍​ soon as one‍‍ of them opened‍ his mouth, the⁠⁠ others started nodding.​​ That they had‍ lost because Calcion,⁠ savage and evil,​ had used some⁠‌ kind of trick.‍​

That​​‌ otherwise, they wouldn’t‌ have lost.

“How​ pathetic!”

With⁠​ a single sentence‌ from me, the⁠ murmuring stopped cold.‍‍‌

“As​‍⁠ men, all of⁠ you ganged up‌‍​ on one person‌‍‍ and still lost,‌ and you can’t‌‍​ even acknowledge it?⁠​ Aren’t you ashamed?”​‌

“W-why‌ are you defending​‍⁠ that barbarian? Miss‍ Loch, you’re from‌ the kingdom…”

“Does‌‍⁠ it bother you⁠⁠‍ that I’m not⁠⁠ on your side?”‍⁠

“Ugh……”‍‌⁠

I handed one of‍‍⁠ the troublemakers, the‌ one whose nose‍ was still bleeding,‌ a rolled piece‌​‍ of the handkerchief.⁠⁠​

“Cover‌⁠ your nose.”

“Ah…‌⁠‌ y-yes……”

“This‌ is what my⁠‍ brother said.”

My⁠​‍ brother—meaning me, Corin‌‍ Loch.

When⁠ I mentioned Corin​‍ Loch, the Sun⁠ of the kingdom⁠‍‌ and the one​‍‍ who occupies the‌ throne of the‌‌ gods, all eyes‍ focused on me.​‍⁠

After‍ all, to many‍⁠​ men I was⁠‍ an object of‌‍⁠ admiration.

“My‌ brother fought against‌‍​ the Demon King​⁠‍ in the North,‍ and against his‍​‌ army. There, he‌‌ received help from⁠‍​ the northerners.”

We‌ fought together. We⁠⁠​ were comrades.

In⁠ that fierce battle,‌ there were no​‌‌ distinctions between people⁠‍ of the kingdom⁠ and northerners.

“But‍​ half of the‌‍‍ barbarians joined the⁠ Demon King’s army!”‍⁠

“If⁠​⁠ we’re going to​‍⁠ say that, there‌ were also traitors⁠​ in the kingdom,⁠⁠‍ among both the‍‍ old faith and⁠ the new faith.⁠‍ The Pope blew⁠​ their heads off,​ remember?”

“T-that⁠⁠‌ is……”

“See?⁠‌ You’re at a loss for words.⁠​ That’s how people​ are. Depending on‍ the environment and​​ the land, we’re‌ a little different,‌⁠ but sometimes we’re‍​‍ foolish and sometimes⁠‌ we do stupid⁠ things.”

Even‌ so, we’re people.‌​ All the same.‍

“……My‌ grandfather died fighting​‌‌ the barbarians.”

“My​​‌ great-grandfather too.”

Perhaps‌‍ it wasn’t hatred‍‌‍ or discrimination without‍‌​ reason.

The‍⁠ North and the⁠‍‌ kingdom have been⁠​⁠ washing blood with‌‍ blood for generations.⁠‍‍

“And⁠​​ didn’t the same​​ thing happen on‍‌ the other side?”‍​

“……Even​ so, miss, you​ should have supported​⁠​ us. You’re from‍​‍ the kingdom, and⁠‌​ your brother was⁠‌⁠ born here too.”‍

“Of⁠​‍ course, if there‍ were a war,‌⁠ I would support‍ the kingdom. Both​​‍ my brother and⁠ I have more‍‌‌ loved ones here.”‌‍‌

As‍⁠⁠ I brushed the⁠⁠ dust off those‍​⁠ boys, I continued.⁠

“But‌⁠​ we are students.‍​‌ We are the​ future of the‌⁠‌ kingdom. And Calcion⁠​​ is too.”

“Even​ if the adults⁠‍ clashed, I believe​‌ there can be‌‍ another path for​ us.”

“So‌⁠ even if you‍⁠​ don’t like the‌⁠ other’s origins, even‍ if there were‍‌‍ bad things in⁠‍​ the past, at‍​ least once try‌‌‍ talking. Just like‌​​ Corin Loch talked​​ with the northerners.”​​‍

I hope that first‍​⁠ step someday becomes‌ a step toward⁠‍​ a better kingdom‌ and a better‌ world.

That‌⁠‍ beginning will surely‌‍ come someday.

“I​⁠ hope you will​ be that beginning.”‌​‍

I smiled, wishing it‍ from the bottom⁠‍​ of my heart.⁠⁠

***‍‌‌

Classes‌ ended, and it‍​​ was already night.‌ Seeing that Josephine​ still hadn’t arrived,​​‍ it seemed she‌ had completely left​‌⁠ the south.

“Marie​‍⁠ or Erin must⁠ be rushing over‌⁠ right now.”

There’s​ quite a distance‍​⁠ from the south‌​ to the capital.‌

Even‍‌ riding wyverns or⁠ Hresvelgr, it would⁠ take several more‌​‌ days.

Shia…⁠ she must have⁠​ gotten used to‌⁠‍ it a little​​​ by now?

I still feel uncomfortable‌‌ in my sister’s‌‍‌ body, in a woman’s body.

Thinking​​‌ about it like‍ that, Park Sirin‍‍⁠ is my senior.‍⁠ Sirin reincarnated into‍‍⁠ this world inside⁠‌‍ Park Sihoo’s body.⁠‍‍

For⁠⁠ a college student‍⁠ to suddenly find‌​ herself in a man’s body must​‍ have been a truly complicated situation.‌‌

‘Wait…​ if you do‍ a TS and‍​ go out with​​ someone of that‍‍​ gender, does that‍⁠ count as homosexuality‌ or heterosexuality?’

It’s​⁠ confusing. If, with⁠⁠⁠ a man’s body,‍​‌ you go out‍⁠ with a man,‌‍ physically it’s homosexual,‍ but mentally heterosexual—and⁠⁠⁠ the reverse applies‍ too.

What‍​ a problem.

With⁠ those philosophical reflections,‌⁠​ I went out‌ for a walk.⁠‌

When​ there’s nothing to‌⁠ do, I usually​‍ go for a walk, and at‌ times like these⁠​ I feel like‌​ installing the internet‌ or founding a TV station in‍ this world.

Though‍‍​ I also wonder‌⁠‍ if it would‌ be a good‍​‍ idea to accelerate‌​ the development of‌⁠‍ civilization so much.‌

Rustle!‌

Rustle!‍​ Rustle!

A strange sound reached‍ my ears. As‍‍‌ if someone were‌ scraping the ground.‌ I approached where‌‍​ it came from.⁠‍

“Is⁠ someone there—?”

“Kyaah…!”‌​‌

A girl jumped in⁠‍⁠ surprise. She looked‌‍ like an academy⁠​ student.

“Sorry⁠‌ for scaring you.‌​ I heard noises‌⁠ at night and‍‍ thought it was‌‌ someone… Sinia Helgmund?”⁠‌​

“Ah,‍ Shia Loch?”

In⁠​‍ the morning I met the brother,‍‍⁠ and at night​‌⁠ the sister. What​​ a coincidence.

***‌‍‌

“Oh,‌ were you planting‌‍​ flowers?”

“……They’re‍‌ medicinal herbs, actually.”‍⁠

Sinia‌ Helgmund.

The​ younger sister of‌‌ the Grand Duke​‍⁠ of the North,‍​⁠ Calcion Helgmund.

Like​⁠ him, she had‍‌​ come to study‍‌‌ at the Royal‍‍⁠ Academy to take‌‌‌ advantage of this‌⁠‌ learning opportunity, and⁠ it turned out‍⁠ she was a druid.

“What⁠ flower is this?”‍‌

“Night‍‌ Vision Flower. In⁠ my land, the⁠‌ leaves are crushed‍‌⁠ and used to​​ treat external wounds.”‌‍‌

“But‍​⁠ there are plenty⁠ of medicines here​ too, right?”

“……They⁠⁠⁠ might refuse to‍‍‌ treat us for​​​ being barbarians.”

Ah,‍ of course. From‌‌​ her perspective, suffering‌ such open discrimination,​‌⁠ it’s natural to‌‍‍ fear that they‌ wouldn’t even treat‌ them when injured.‌⁠⁠

“That⁠ won’t happen. Since​‍‍ His Holiness the‍ Pope carried out⁠ the great religious⁠‍⁠ unification, discrimination is⁠‍ prohibited in principle.”​​‍

“…….”‌⁠

Sinia‍​‍ looked at me‍ with distrust.

Facing‌‍ her doubt-filled expression,​ I replied with‌​ a broad smile.‍​‌

“Well,‌ it will gradually​⁠ get better. You⁠⁠ two are the⁠​ first, that’s why‍‍ you’re not used​⁠ to it yet.”​​

“Really?”‌​⁠

“Yes.‌‌‌ It will be‌⁠ so.”

Because‍⁠‍ I will make​‌ it so.

“But⁠ anyway… Miss Sinia,⁠⁠⁠ you are a good person.”

“Huh?”‌

“You‍‌​ worry about your​⁠‍ brother getting hurt​⁠⁠ and even prepare⁠⁠ medicinal herbs. If‌ it were my‍‌‌ sister—well, I’d tell‌⁠ her that saliva‍‌ heals it.”

“……We‌⁠‌ grew up together.”⁠

She‌ didn’t just mean‌⁠‍ living under the​‌ same roof.

The⁠‍‌ North is a harsh land, and‍​‌ both of them​⁠ lost their parents​ in the war.⁠​⁠

For‍ them, each was​‌ the other’s only‍​‌ family.

“By‍⁠‍ the way, it’s⁠‍​ fascinating. Those secret​‍‌ techniques to make‍⁠​ plants grow.”

Of⁠⁠ course, I had⁠ already met druids⁠ before.

I fought alongside Yuel,⁠‍ who is now‍​​ the Sage of‌⁠ the Forest, so⁠ I knew their​​ arts well.

“I​ heard that herbs‍‌ grown with secret‍​‍ techniques have less⁠​​ effect.”

“The​⁠ ones I grow‌⁠ don’t. I… improved‌ them.”

“I‍ see.”

“Thanks‍‌ to that, when‍ there were no⁠ medicines to heal‌​⁠ my brother and‍‌ the tribe’s warriors,‌ it was a great help. Thankfully.”‍⁠‌

Calcion‍‍ Helgmund crossed battlefields‍ with a sword⁠‌ to survive in⁠​‌ the North and​‌ protect his sister.⁠‌​

Sinia‌​ Helgmund perfected druidic‌⁠ arts to heal​‌ her brother and⁠⁠​ the tribe’s warriors.‌​​

They‌⁠⁠ are admirable siblings.⁠‌

And‌​⁠ also tragic siblings.​

“In​​ winter food is​⁠‍ scarce too, so‌ for them to⁠ grow better… Ah.‌ I’m sorry, Miss⁠‌​ Loch. This topic⁠ must be boring‍ to you……”

“Call⁠ me Shia. And‍‍‌ you’re called Sinia​‌ too. Can I call you Sinia?”​

“Eh?​​ A-ah… is that⁠‍⁠ okay?”

“If‍⁠‍ we’re in the‍​‌ same class, we’re‍‍ friends, right?”

I took Sinia’s hand.⁠

It​⁠ wasn’t a white,‌ delicate hand like‌ those of the⁠​‍ capital’s nobles, but⁠‌​ that dirt-stained hand⁠‌ was, without a doubt—

“It’s​⁠​ a beautiful hand.”⁠‌

“Huh?⁠⁠⁠ It isn’t. It’s‌⁠​ rough… and full‌​ of calluses……”

“That’s‌ why it’s beautiful.‌​ It’s the hand‍⁠ that digs into​‍ the cold soil‌⁠⁠ of the North​​⁠ and makes flowers‍‌‍ bloom that heal​ people.”

As‍ if kissing the⁠⁠ hand of a noble lady, I kissed that dirt-stained⁠ hand with the‍⁠ utmost respect.

“What‍ hand could be‍ more beautiful than⁠⁠ this?”

Sinia’s⁠‍ face turned red⁠⁠ like a tomato.‍​

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