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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 213 – Omen of Crisis (2)

Chapter 213 – Omen of Crisis (2)

Just‌‍ as I was⁠​‌ thinking about brushing​⁠ it off with‌​ an excuse, an⁠​ unexpected savior appeared.​⁠ Choi Seol-ah, her‌ eyes blazing, approached​ with firm steps.⁠‌​

“Hey!‍⁠ Horn… I told⁠ you not to​ wander around alone!”‍‌‌

Choi​⁠ Seol-ah scolded Horn‌‍​ lightly, then spoke⁠ up in my​‌ place to explain.​‌⁠

“She’s​⁠ a distant relative‍ of mine, recently⁠​ transferred to the⁠‌‍ academy. That thing​​⁠ about calling Student‍‌​ Kang Geom-Ma ‘Lord’⁠‍ is just a personal habit. She‍ probably ran over‍ because she was⁠​​ looking for someone​‌ to ask for‍ directions or something.”​‌​

It‌‌ wasn’t a very‍ logical excuse, nor⁠ remotely convincing. It‌ was basically the‌⁠‌ first thing she⁠‍ could come up‍​​ with. Yet surprisingly,‌ it worked.

“Ah,⁠ I see.”

Speedweapon‍ nodded. Beside him,⁠​ Chloe also nodded.‌​ Both had a “makes sense” look​​ on their faces.‌‌

‘They⁠ seriously bought that……???’​

That‍‍​ Chloe believed it,⁠ fine — but​ for Speedweapon, who’s‌​‍ usually so sharp,‍⁠​ to accept it‍ so easily left​‍ me speechless.

On​ Earth, if someone‍ casually called you‍‍⁠ “Lord,” it would‌‌ raise all kinds‌‍ of weird flags.‌⁠ People would probably‍‍ say, “What’s up‍‌​ with your weird​​​ kink?” But of‌ course, this isn’t‍ Earth. In this‌⁠‌ world, titles like‌⁠ Seven-Star Hero, Seven‍ Braves, and Hero-Founder⁠‍‍ are normal. So‍ using words like‍‍‌ “Lord” isn’t all​ that strange.

Even​‌ so, if I had tried to‍⁠​ explain it myself,​ it would have‍ just sounded fishier.⁠⁠​ Having someone else⁠ say it for​​ me made all⁠‍⁠ the difference in⁠‌‌ credibility.

‘Thank‍‌‌ goodness Choi Seol-ah‍‌​ rushed over at⁠ just the right‌ time.’

If‍‍⁠ not, the more‍‌‍ I spoke, the​ worse it would⁠⁠​ have gotten.

‘Though‍ honestly, this happened‌‌ because she lost‌‌​ track of Horn‌ in the first⁠⁠ place.’

Still,‍ I’ll let that‌ go this time.‌‍ Thanks to her,​‌⁠ the situation smoothed⁠⁠‌ over. It’d be⁠‌ rude to scold⁠⁠ her now. Besides,‍ judging by the​​‌ sweat on her⁠ forehead, she clearly‌​‍ knew she messed​ up.

I subtly turned my‍​‌ head. Ryozo was‌‍ staring intently at⁠⁠⁠ Horn, her gaze‍ half-hidden beneath her​‍ brows. After a few minutes of‌ silent scrutiny, she‌‌‍ finally looked away.⁠‌​

I let out a breath of relief​‍​ inwardly.

‘Whew…’​⁠

Thus,‌ what could have‌​ become a major‍‍‌ problem ended up‍‌⁠ as just a minor episode. I had planned to⁠‌ announce that Horn​ would be joining‍‌​ the special class⁠ too, but decided‍​​ to hold off.‌‍‌ I needed to‍‍​ discuss it with⁠ Choi Seol-ah first.⁠‍⁠

Also,​ it was obvious​​​ Horn needed some‍⁠ serious education on‌‌‌ human common sense.​ It wasn’t enough‍ that she could​ speak well. She​‍​ might easily blurt⁠​⁠ out a “Look​⁠ at this!” and‌​‌ fire off magic‍⁠ spells.

Just​⁠ imagining it gave⁠ me chills. In‌ that case, no​​ excuse would save‌​⁠ us. It would⁠‌​ be instantly obvious‌‌ she was a dragon — and⁠ Choi Seol-ah, as‌‌‍ her guardian, would‌​⁠ get arrested by‍​ the Hero Association⁠‍⁠ too.

‘Honestly,⁠ it would be‌ safer not to‌​ include Horn in​ the special class,‌ but…’

Horn⁠‍‍ plays an essential‌‌​ role in my‌‌​ plan. It’s worth​‌ taking the risk​​​ for her. It’s‌‍​ a gamble, walking‍ a razor’s edge⁠‍​ — but even‌ so, Horn is‍‌‌ indispensable for the‌ special class.

It⁠ was at that‌ moment that Choi​ Seol-ah, hiding Horn⁠ behind her back,⁠​⁠ called out to‍​⁠ me.

“Lord—‌‍‌ I mean, Student‌ Kang Geom-Ma. Could⁠⁠⁠ I have a word with you?​​ It’s about the​‍ special class. I’d‍​‌ like to discuss⁠‍ a few details.‍⁠ Would you come​ with me?”

Student‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma. Choi⁠‌‍ Seol-ah said it⁠ awkwardly. You could​​ tell she was​‍ already used to​‍‌ calling me “Lord.”‍

A few days ago,‍⁠ I had specifically‌⁠⁠ asked her to‌‌ address me as‌​ “student” to avoid‌‌‍ misunderstandings like this.⁠​‍

And‍ yet…

‘I​ never thought it‍⁠ would happen so‍ soon.’

Oh​⁠ well. Better to‌ see it as​ an early warning.‌​ Ending that thought,​ I responded to​ Choi Seol-ah’s request.​‍‍

“Yes,‌‍ Instructor Kim.”

Come⁠‍ to think of‍​ it, I’m still‍ not used to‍​ calling her that.⁠‌ Her name is‌ Choi Seol-ah, but⁠ I keep calling​ her Instructor Kim.‍‍‍ One of these⁠‌‍ days, I really‍⁠ should tell her⁠‌‌ to change it.‍‌‌

***⁠‍

I walked silently behind⁠‌​ Choi Seol-ah for⁠ about ten minutes.‍‍

She​ carefully checked the‌‌ surroundings and let‍⁠ out a sigh‌‍⁠ of relief. With​‌ a look like‌​⁠ she had just‍‍‌ lost ten years‍⁠ of her life,​‌​ she clenched her‌ fist and lightly⁠‍⁠ tapped Horn on‌ the head.

“Hey,​‍‌ pointy ears! Didn’t​ I tell you⁠⁠‌ not to wander⁠ around alone yet?‍‍‍ Do you have⁠‍⁠ any idea what‌ trouble you could’ve‍‌ caused?”

“Wh-what‌⁠‍ did I do⁠⁠ wrong?!”

“Oh,‌‍ so you don’t‌‌ even know what‌​ you did wrong‌ and you’re talking​​ back too? There’s⁠ no saving you.‍ Tonight you’re having⁠​⁠ pork for dinner.”⁠‍

“Th-that’s​ a breach of⁠‌⁠ contract!”

“Breach‍ of contract, my‌ foot! Didn’t you​ eat chicken instead⁠‌‌ of hanwoo for⁠​ lunch today? Our​‌ contract clearly states​ once a day…”‍

Thus​ began a shouting‌​ match that quickly‌‌ escalated into a full-on tantrum. I just stood by​‍ and watched.

‘Every‌ time I see⁠‍ them, it’s always‌ a fight over⁠⁠ hanwoo beef…’

What‍‌‌ symbolizes peace for‍‍ others was the‍ trigger for war‌ between them — a battle between​‌​ one who wanted‍‌ to devour all⁠‌⁠ the hanwoo and‌‍ one desperately trying‍ to stop it.⁠ Their struggle knew​ no time or⁠‍‌ place.

Normally,⁠ I would’ve stepped‌⁠ in to preserve​⁠​ the peace, but‍ today I decided⁠ to stay silent.‍ No real reason.​‍⁠

‘Let’s⁠ see how far​⁠ they take it.’​‌

…Several‍⁠‌ minutes of back-and-forth⁠‍ later, Choi Seol-ah‌‍⁠ punished Horn by‌​‍ making her kneel‍ under a tree‍‌ with her arms​‌ raised. Horn, having⁠⁠ lost the argument,​⁠⁠ glared at Choi⁠​ Seol-ah while murmuring‍​ bitterly.

“I’ll​​ never forget this​‌ humiliation…”

But‍‍ Choi Seol-ah only​ smiled victoriously. Suddenly,⁠‌ as if she‍ remembered something, she‌ turned to me.​⁠

“Oh,​‌‍ almost forgot because⁠ of this pointy-eared⁠‌ troublemaker. My Lord,‍⁠ I have a report for you.”​

“A⁠‍ report?”

“Yes.⁠ It’s something that’s⁠‌⁠ only circulating within⁠‌ the ‘Joaquin Academy​ Emergency Response Team,’​​ but I thought‌ you should know.”‌‌‌

The‌‍ Joaquin Academy Emergency‍‌​ Response Team — a kind of‌ secret unit made‌‍‍ up exclusively of‌ elite instructors. Choi‍‌ Seol-ah was a member of that‌​​ group.

By‌‌ the way, when‌⁠ I once asked‍‍ her how she⁠​⁠ got in, she​‍‌ shamelessly answered in​​⁠ her usual way.‌⁠‍

‘I⁠ was still part‌‌ of the Villain​‌ Alliance back then,‌ so I kind​‍‍ of snuck in​ as a double‍ agent. It was‍⁠​ on the recommendation⁠⁠ of the late⁠‍ Professor Damian, remember?’​‍

That’s⁠‍ Choi Seol-ah for‌‌ you. She talks‍‍ about her illegal​⁠ past like she’s‍‍⁠ recounting a casual​⁠ street crossing. Even‍​ after leaving her‌‍ villainous days behind,‌ her nature hasn’t‍⁠​ changed.

Anyway.‌⁠

“So‍⁠⁠ why do you⁠‍‌ look so pale?”⁠

I asked, and Choi‍‍‌ Seol-ah quickly answered.‌⁠⁠

“There​​‍ are reports of​⁠ frequent demon sightings⁠‍ near the Gehenna‌⁠⁠ Gate.”

I frowned.

“Demons,⁠ not beasts? What⁠ are they doing⁠‍ hanging around the​ Gate?”

“We‍‌​ don’t know yet.‌‌ Among the team,‍ there’s a rumor‌‍ that something’s wrong‍⁠ with the Gate.​‍‍ Oh, and also⁠ — the Swordmaster​ hasn’t been seen‌ much lately. Word⁠ is he’s been‍ patrolling that area​‌ nonstop.”

“…Hmm.”​‌

I fell silent, thinking.‍ It was true‍⁠‌ that ever since‌⁠ the succession ceremony,‌ there had been‍⁠ little news about⁠​⁠ the Swordmaster. And‍​ now it turns‌‍ out he’s been‌ near the Gehenna‍​ Gate all this​​​ time.

I let out a bitter smile.

‘He​‌‌ retired as a Seven-Star Hero, but‌⁠ he’s still on‍ the frontlines more​‌ than anyone else.’⁠‍⁠

Meanwhile,‌‍ I’ve been grumbling​ about juggling school‌ life with Seven-Star‌‌⁠ duties. I felt‍ a bit ashamed.⁠ But it also‍‌ strengthened my resolve.‌

I needed to accelerate​‍ my mission to​‍ find the “fifth​ fragment,” one of​‌ my short-term goals.‌⁠​ It was time⁠ to move.

“Choi⁠‌ Seol-ah, handle the‌‌‌ paperwork for forming‍‍ the special class‍​⁠ on my behalf.⁠ Horn and I will be absent‍ today and tomorrow.”⁠⁠​

“You’re​⁠ leaving right now?⁠ But as you‌ know, you can’t​ just warp straight⁠​​ to the Gehenna‌‌⁠ Gate. You have​⁠‌ to drop down‌ several dozen kilometers⁠⁠ away and then⁠‍ take a bus​‌⁠ to the border⁠ zone. The overland⁠‌ trip is exhausting…”‌‍

“That’s⁠‌ why I’m taking⁠ Horn.”

“Huh…?”​

I turned to look​ at Horn, still‍ kneeling as punishment.​ Looks like this‍ trip’s going to‌‌‍ involve flying.

“…You⁠⁠⁠ know you could‌⁠​ just take a private jet, right?”⁠‌⁠

“No‍​‌ need.”

“…Understood.”​

***⁠⁠

Near‌⁠ the Gehenna Gate.⁠

The‍ restricted zone was‍ tightly cordoned off​​⁠ with [ACCESS RESTRICTED]‌‍⁠ signs, blocking civilian⁠⁠ approach ahead of⁠⁠‍ time.

Hero‌‍ Association employees were‌ stopping each vehicle‍ with glowing batons,‌‍​ inspecting them one‍⁠⁠ by one. Heroes​ were also stationed‌​‍ throughout, armed and​ standing watch.

It‌​‌ was a place⁠ where every step​ felt like walking​‌​ on thin ice.‌ Director Sung stepped‍ down from a vehicle, scanning the‌‌‍ tense faces around​⁠ him.

“Oh,‍​​ Director Sung, you’ve‍‌ arrived.”

The​ Swordmaster greeted him⁠⁠ with a crinkled‍⁠ smile.

“How‌‌ have you been,⁠⁠ Swordmaster?”

“I’ve​ been well. Oh,​ and about Heavenly⁠‌‍ Sword… I heard‌​‍ you were the⁠‍⁠ one who gave‍ that name, right?”⁠‌​

“Yes.‍​⁠ The Vice President⁠‍ gave me the‌‍‌ honor of naming‍⁠‌ Lord Kang Geom-Ma.”‍​‍

“Wow,‌‌ even that muscle-headed‍ Richard of Mura​‌ finally made a decent decision. You‌⁠⁠ know what they​ say… even a broken clock is⁠​‌ right twice a day.”

“…Hahaha…”‌⁠

Director​‍⁠ Sung let out⁠‍‍ an awkward laugh.‍ He couldn’t exactly‍ agree nor deny​‍ such a direct⁠ insult to his‍⁠ superior. So he‍⁠‌ quickly changed the‌​‍ subject.

“Swordmaster,⁠​​ I heard demons‍ have been appearing​ lately.”

“That’s​​⁠ right. Three days​‌ ago, three dark​ elves attacked one⁠ of our heroes.‌‍ I personally eliminated‌​ them, but since​ then, we’ve tightened​⁠ security around here.”​⁠‌

Director‌​‍ Sung felt a chill run down​⁠ his spine.

“Dark⁠​ elves usually operate‌ in groups. If​‌​ only three came…”​‌​

“Then‌​ they’re probably a recon unit. A precursor to a full-scale attack.”

“Then​‌ it would be‍ wiser to retreat‌ for now and‍‌‌ return with a formally assigned unit.⁠ If they come​‌ en masse, it’ll​​ be extremely dangerous.”‍⁠​

Dark⁠​ elves were an​‍​ exception among demons⁠‍ — unlike others,‌​ they worked in⁠ organized groups. That​​‌ made them much⁠​⁠ more dangerous, more​‍‍ human-like in structure.⁠​⁠

Imagine‍‍ it one demon⁠⁠‍ is already a monster. What if​‌​ multiple come together‌⁠ — and well-organized⁠⁠ at that?

‘Even‌⁠ with the Swordmaster‍‌‍ here, this is‌‍ a real threat.’⁠

They⁠‍ would need at‍ least three Seven-Star-level⁠​ forces. But the‍​ Swordmaster was firm.‍

“No.‍ We can’t leave.⁠‍‌ The Gehenna Gate’s​​⁠ rift is slowly⁠​ widening. It’s just‍‍ a few centimeters‍‌ now, but if‌ this keeps up,‍ it could blow​ open before the‍ year’s end.”

“……”‌‍‍

“Also,⁠ if we gather‍‍ all the heroes⁠ capable of operating⁠⁠ here, it would‌‌ leave other regions⁠ vulnerable. You know⁠‍ this. Only Senior-class‍ heroes or the​⁠ very best can⁠‍‌ even survive this‍​‍ environment.”

The​ Gate of Gehenna⁠‌⁠ emitted such dense​⁠ mana that only⁠‍​ those specifically trained⁠‌ could approach. That’s‌ why, even with‌‌​ the crisis, only‍ about thirty people​‌‍ were deployed. Even⁠‌‍ then, they were​‌​ the very best​‌​ the Association had.‌⁠

And⁠‍⁠ what about asking⁠ for reinforcements from​‍⁠ other countries? Sure,‍‍ they would send⁠​ help — but⁠ it would make‍​ the situation public.​⁠ Stealth would vanish.⁠‌​

‘This‍ is insane.’

Director​⁠ Sung let out‌​ a sigh. The‍‌‌ urgency of the‍ situation clashed with‌ the scarcity of⁠‌​ resources.

And‌ just then, his​‍ instincts flared. He‍ raised his gaze,‌ scanning the area.​⁠

The‍‍‌ Swordmaster sensed it‍‌ too. He immediately​⁠ drew his sword.⁠‌⁠

Among​‌ the trees, gray​⁠ from the Gate’s‌‍ energy, red glints‌ began to flicker.​⁠ First one, then​​ two, then three…‌​‍ and soon, too⁠ many to count.⁠⁠​

Someone‍‍⁠ shouted, teetering on⁠‍⁠ the edge of‌ panic.

“Dark⁠‌ elves!”

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