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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 214 – Omen of Crisis (3)

Chapter 214 – Omen of Crisis (3)

Whoosh-⁠‍‌

The⁠​ high-altitude wind brushed​ against my cheeks.⁠‌ My ears were⁠‍⁠ ringing. And above‌⁠⁠ all, it was‍‌ cold. A cold⁠⁠ so intense it​‍ seeped into my​​‌ bones. But even​⁠ so, the smile​ never left my‍ face. Because.

I lowered my gaze.‍⁠‌ Through the scale-covered​ skin, I could‌ see the landscape‍‍ below. The clouds​‌ floating in the‌ sky, and further‍ down, the buildings‌ piled up like‌​ Lego blocks.

It‍⁠‍ was an overwhelming⁠ grandeur I had‍⁠‍ never felt before​​ in my life.‍⁠⁠ Very different from⁠​ when I traveled⁠ by plane. No,‌ incomparable. The impact⁠​ of this primitive​⁠ flight shook my⁠ entire being.

Besides,‍ you can take‌ planes on Earth.‍ But a dragon?⁠ How many could‍​ say they’ve ridden​​ a dragon? Even​ in this world,‍ probably almost no‌‍ one. After all,​ dragons were part​​‌ of the demons.‌‌‍

A demon carrying a human on its​ back? It was‍ like seeing a mouse riding a cat.

I lifted my gaze‍⁠ again. From the​‍ large horns to‍ where I was‌ sitting stretched the​ wide back. It‍​ was hard to⁠​ believe this was​‌ the same Horn‍ who drooled over​‍​ any piece of⁠‌⁠ meat.

As‍ I sighed in‍ admiration, Horn turned‌‍‍ her head toward‌⁠ me.

– Sir Kang Geom-Ma.​​

She‌ spoke in the​‌ language of demons.‍‍⁠ When she transformed‌‌ into a dragon,⁠​ her oral structure‍ changed, and she⁠‌​ couldn’t speak like‌⁠​ a human.

But‍ thanks to the‌ “Blessing of Communication,”‌‌ it wasn’t a problem for me.‍⁠⁠ I answered her⁠ in demon language‍ as well.

“What’s‍⁠ up? Have we‌‌⁠ arrived?”

– Not yet. But​‍‌ at this speed,​‍ I think we’ll‌‍‍ get there in‌ less than an‌ hour.

“Wow…‍⁠‌ fast. It’s like‍‌ flying from Korea‌ to Hawaii in‍ two hours. Even⁠‍ by plane, it‍‌‌ takes eight and⁠ a half hours!”⁠‌

The​‌ muscles of her‌​‍ wings trembled slightly,​ as if she​ were shrugging.

– Comparing us to⁠⁠ those chunks of​‌‌ scrap metal is‌‌ insulting! We dragons‌‌ fly using the‍⁠ magical energy of​‌‌ the environment, while‍ those rusted pieces​⁠​ of iron…!

Horn‌⁠​ began delivering a passionate lecture on‌ the greatness of‍ dragon flight. As⁠‌⁠ I listened, I felt a strange‍⁠ déjà vu. Her⁠‌ way of speaking…⁠‌ her tone… was‍⁠‍ eerily similar to​ Choi Seol-ah.

‘…She’s‌ definitely been contaminated‍ from spending too‌⁠⁠ much time with‍ her.’

I sighed, letting out‍ a white puff‌ of breath.

Suddenly,‌ I got curious​ and asked.

“By‍ the way, I’ve⁠‌ noticed your Korean‌⁠ has improved a lot. Do demons⁠ learn human languages​ quickly?”

– Not all of‌‌ them. For a demon to speak​‌ human language, two‌‌ conditions must be‍⁠⁠ met.

In⁠‌‌ short, for a demon to speak‌ Korean, they needed⁠‍ to have a mouth structure similar​​ to a human’s⁠⁠‍ and a high‌ level of intelligence.‍⁠⁠ Horn added that‍​‌ very few demons‌​ met both requirements.‌‌‌

‘If⁠‍‌ she meets both​‍‌ conditions, she must​​ be a high-level‍‌ demon…’

But‍‌ demons of that‌⁠‍ level rarely showed‌ themselves. They hated​‍‌ leaving their own‍‌‍ territory. Even scholars‌‌‍ didn’t know exactly‍‍‍ why. Horn didn’t‍ know either; she‍ said it was​‌‍ just their nature.‍​

Fortunately,‍ that reserved nature‌​​ greatly reduced the​‍⁠ threats to humanity.‍ But if those‍⁠​ high-level demons started‌​⁠ appearing, it meant‍⁠​ something serious was​ happening.

And‌‌‌ if they came​ in large numbers,‍ the problem was‍​ even more serious.‍‌‍

A bad premonition crossed⁠ my mind.

‘Something‌ always happens whenever​⁠⁠ I go somewhere.’‌‍‍

We‌​ had already been⁠⁠‍ traveling for half⁠⁠ an hour when​⁠ Horn murmured in​⁠ a low voice.‌

– Sir Kang Geom-Ma,​⁠ for a while​‍ now, I’ve been⁠ sensing a strong‍‍​ demonic presence near‍⁠⁠ the Gate of‍​ Gehenna.

“Well,‌⁠ it’s normal for​ demons to be⁠ near the Gate,​‍‌ right?”

– Yes… but this​​ time it’s different.⁠ There are too⁠ many. And they‍‍​ don’t seem like‍⁠ ordinary demons. I don’t know exactly‍ what race they⁠‍​ are, but I’m​‌‍ sure there are‍⁠ a lot.

I frowned and asked.​⁠⁠

“How⁠ many are we​ talking about?”

-Wait‌⁠‌ a moment.

Horn‍‌‌ released her magic‍ to expand her​⁠ perception. Her scales⁠ bristled all at‌‍ once. With her‍‍​ sharpened senses, she‍​⁠ gave her answer.‍

– Approximately a hundred.‌⁠

“Shit!”‌

Horn‌‌​ opened her eyes‍‌​ wide in surprise.​‌​

-What​⁠‍ does that mean?‌ I’ve heard it‍‌ a lot, but⁠⁠⁠ no one tells​ me what it‌‍​ means. Even Choi⁠​⁠ Seol-ah just said‍ it was something⁠ ugly.

What‍ an irony, coming‍‍⁠ from someone who‍​ used to be‍​​ a villainess.

Horn‌ looked at me‍ with eyes full‍​ of curiosity, like‌‍ a child eager‌ to learn. There‍​⁠ was no point⁠ hiding it. She‍⁠‍ would hear that​‍⁠ word more than​​‍ once at the​⁠ academy anyway.

So⁠‌‍ I said.

“It’s‍‍ a typical Korean‌ expression. Normally it’s‍‌ used when something⁠⁠‍ bad happens… but⁠‍‌ it can also​ be used when‌ something very good​ happens.”

– Ah, I see…!⁠‌‍

A pair of horns​⁠ moved up and⁠ down in my⁠ field of vision.​ It was Horn⁠‌‌ nodding.

“Let’s⁠‌‍ leave this conversation‌ for later. Horn,​​‍ can you go⁠ faster from here?”‍‌

– I can, but​‌ if I do,⁠‍ Sir Kang Geom-Ma‍‌​ might be affected.‍ The freezing wind‍⁠​ could tear your‌‍‌ skin…

Horn‍ answered with concern.‌ I appreciated her‍ worry, but honestly,‍ my skin getting‌ torn or damaged‍ wasn’t a problem​‍ for me. After‌⁠ all, I could​‍‌ activate the “Blessing‌‌​ of Regeneration.”

To⁠​⁠ reassure her, I answered confidently.

“It’s‌ fine, fly at​​ your maximum speed.​ I’m sure you⁠⁠⁠ wanted to stretch‍‌‍ your wings after⁠⁠ so long without⁠‍ flying anyway.”

– Don’t blame me‌ if you regret​ it later.

“Regret?⁠​‍ That’s for the⁠ weak—”

Flap!​

With‌‌ a majestic flap,​‌⁠ a whirlwind rose‍ around us. My​ voice didn’t even​ reach her ears.‍ The speed surpassed​‌‌ sound.

***⁠

“Hoh.‍‍ Lower your sword,‍⁠‌ human. We have‌ only come to‌‍⁠ talk, or more⁠‍​ precisely, to negotiate.”‌⁠⁠

An⁠ old dark elf,‍⁠ apparently their leader,​​​ was the one​⁠‌ who spoke. At‌‌⁠ those words, Director​‌⁠ Sung’s eyelids trembled.​ He felt a chilling terror.

Not‍‍ only were they‌‍​ completely surrounded by‍‌ dark elves, but⁠ one of them‌‍ also spoke the‍⁠​ human language. The‍ double shock left‌ Director Sung momentarily​ panicked. The other‌‍⁠ heroes weren’t much​‌ better; they all‍‍⁠ paled. Except for⁠⁠ one — the‌ Swordmaster.

“Well,​⁠‍ worthy of a descendant of Aaron‍ Nibelung. You do‌​ not disgrace your​‍⁠ ancestors.”

The⁠ old elf gave⁠​​ a twisted smile,⁠⁠ somewhere between admiration⁠​​ and sarcasm. The‍⁠ Swordmaster responded in⁠ a cold voice.‍⁠

“And​ you come to‍‍ negotiate by creating⁠​ this threatening atmosphere?‍⁠⁠ It’s obvious you⁠​ only learned half​​ of our language,⁠‍ bastard.”

“Hahaha.‍ My apologies.”

The​⁠ old man made⁠ a signal, and​ the dark elves​‍‍ lowered their weapons.​‍ Half of them‌‍ carried bows, and⁠‌ the other half,‌ wands made of​​ ancient wood.

The‍ tension in the‌‍​ air decreased slightly.​‌ The old man​ took a deep​​ breath and continued.‌‍‌

“Shall‍⁠‌ we begin talking?‌‍ We could retreat,​⁠‌ of course, but‍​ it would be​ useless, wouldn’t it?”​‍⁠

The‍‍ dark elves specialized​ in long-range attacks.⁠ Even if they‌‍ hid, their advantage‍ would remain.

Aware‍​⁠ of that, the​ Swordmaster did not‌ object. He merely‍‌ pressed his lower‍⁠ lip lightly.

The⁠​ old man spoke​ again, as if‍​‌ coaxing a child.‌⁠​

“I‌‌‌ understand your feelings‍⁠‍ well. But if​⁠ you just shut‍ yourself off, we’ll​‍ get nowhere. How‌‍ about you first‍‌‍ listen to our‌ proposal?”

Reluctantly,‍ the Swordmaster sheathed⁠‌ his sword. Then,‍ he whispered to‌‍‍ Director Sung.

“Discreetly​‍ alert the Association.”‍

“…Yes,‌‌ understood.”

Director​‌‌ Sung, suppressing the⁠ tremble of his​​‌ prosthetic hand, took⁠⁠ out his phone.⁠ The old man⁠ seemed to notice⁠ the maneuver but⁠‍⁠ did not intervene.⁠‍ He watched with‍‍‌ the serenity of⁠ someone who knew​‌ he held the‌ advantage.

Returning​ to the matter,‌​ the Swordmaster spoke​‌​ bluntly.

“A⁠ negotiation is only⁠‍‌ valid when both‍ parties are on⁠ equal terms.

“Certainly.​‌ That’s why we’ve‍ brought a small⁠ gift before negotiating.”‍‌‌

The​⁠⁠ old man continued,‍ with his withered⁠⁠‌ lips.

“Soon,‍‌​ the Fourth Corps‌⁠ Commander, Fermush, will​​​ break through the⁠‌‍ Gate and appear⁠​ here.”

— ”””…!”””

All⁠​ the Association employees​⁠ and heroes were⁠‌ stunned. The old‍‌ man smiled in​ satisfaction.

“I​‍‍ am sure that‍‌‌ you, descendant of​​ the Founding Hero,‍​ know I am‍⁠‍ not lying. You‌​ will also understand⁠​ the gravity of⁠⁠ the situation. A Corps Commander crossing​ the Gate by​ himself…”

No⁠‍‌ explanation was needed.​‍​ The true power⁠⁠​ of a Corps​ Commander was incomparable​⁠ to his summoned⁠‍‌ version. It was​‌⁠ literally the difference‌​​ between heaven and‌‍‍ earth.

The⁠​ old man continued.⁠

“I’ll⁠ be direct. The‍‍ dark elves wish‍​ to join humanity‍⁠ in the coming‌ battle.”

“…What⁠‌ kind of stupidity​‌‍ are you spouting?”​

The‌ Swordmaster muttered, astonished.‍​​

“Elves​‌ and humans are⁠‍ quite alike, aren’t⁠⁠ they? Not just‌⁠‌ physically. See how⁠⁠ well we’re communicating‌​‍ now. We could⁠‌ coexist.”

“……”⁠⁠​

“I‌‍ know that some‌⁠ of us died​​‍ at the hands‍​⁠ of humans a few days ago,‍‍​ but we can⁠ overlook that. What‍​ do you say?”⁠‌

“How⁠​‍ generous. Suspiciously generous.‌​ And what do⁠​​ you want in‍ return?”

“We​ don’t ask for‌ much. Just a small territory to⁠‌​ live in, and‌‍‌ food.”

Upon‍‌​ hearing that, Director‍‌ Sung’s face lit‌ up. They were​​ reasonable conditions. But‌​​ the Swordmaster was‍​ not fooled.

He‌⁠ slowly drew his⁠​ sword.

Swoosh.​

“S-Swordmaster!​‍​ Why?! It’s a good offer!”

“Do‌‌ you know what⁠‌​ the primary diet​‌ of dark elves​ is?”

The‍ question cut through‍⁠ the air. And‌‍⁠ within seconds, Director‍⁠ Sung understood.

‘Ah.’‌⁠

The‍​ answer struck his‍⁠​ mind like lightning.⁠​⁠ He muttered.

“H-humans…”⁠‍

He⁠‍‍ shifted his gaze⁠ forward. The old‍​​ elf was smiling⁠​ malevolently. Behind him,​​ hundreds of red‍‌ eyes glowed in⁠​ the shadows.

They‍‍​ were the eyes‌ of predators staring‌‍⁠ at their prey.‍

“Unfortunately,⁠ the negotiations have‍​⁠ failed.”

The‍​⁠ old man clicked‍ his tongue and​ stood up.

“Now‍‌ that we know​ you won’t accept,‌ there’s no choice​​ but to join⁠ the Corps Commanders.‌‍ And, to prevent​⁠​ this information from‍ leaking, we will⁠‌​ eliminate all witnesses.”⁠

“How‍ very typical of⁠​‍ you, pointy-ears.”

The⁠ Swordmaster generated a wave of aura.​‍​ The old man‍⁠⁠ smirked.

“I’ll​ keep your ears⁠‍ as a trophy.”‌

“And​ I’ll cut off​‌ your damned head.”⁠

The​‌ Swordmaster stepped forward.⁠​‍

Whoooosh.​⁠

The‌ wind shifted direction.​‍ Darkness covered the‍ forest. Everyone looked‌ up. A massive​⁠⁠ object eclipsed the⁠ sun. Without time‍‍⁠ to identify it,⁠⁠ that shadow fell⁠ toward the ground.‍

Boom!‌‍

The‌​ impact created a trench in the‍ ground. A cloud⁠ of gray dust⁠ covered the area​​‍ around the Gate.⁠​​

Clomp.‍

From‍​⁠ the crack, a dark silhouette walked‍‌‍ out. The Swordmaster,‍‍⁠ stunned, muttered.

“How⁠‌‌ are you here…?”‍​

Kang​​​ Geom-Ma turned slightly,‌‍ his hair tousled.⁠​​

“Did‍​ I interrupt something?”‌‍⁠

Still​‍‍ confused, the Swordmaster‌‌ shook his head.‌⁠‍

“No.‌ You arrived just⁠ in time.”

He‍⁠ replied while staring​⁠⁠ at him. Kang‌ Geom-Ma gave a small smile.

“Good⁠‌ to hear.”

With⁠ a subtle flick‍‍ of his wrist,​ he activated his‌ blessing.

++++++++++++++++++++++‍‍

《May‍ the Blessing of‍​‌ the God be‍ with you.》

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