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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 217 – Have You Eaten Yet?

Chapter 217 – Have You Eaten Yet?

Tonight,‌ we were planning‌‌⁠ to stay near‍​‌ the Gate.

Among‌‌⁠ the information we‌ had extracted from‍⁠‍ the old elf,⁠​ there was a possible location for‍⁠ the “fragment” near‌​ the Gehenna Gate.‍‌

So‍ unexpectedly, we were⁠ heading there tomorrow.‍‌‍

Traveling‌⁠⁠ back and forth‌ between Hawaii and‌‌ Korea was exhausting,‍​‌ and there were​⁠ rumors that an‍ incident would soon‍⁠‍ occur at the‌⁠‍ Gate.

‘They‍‍ also said Fermush‌ would appear at‍‌‍ the Gate soon.’‍⁠‌

The⁠⁠ Fourth Corps Commander,​ Fermush, was about‍​ to invade the‌ human world through‌ the Gehenna Gate.‌

I pressed the old‌‍​ elf for details,‍‍ but he only​‌‍ shrugged.

Even​ when I held⁠‍‍ a sashimi knife‌​ to his throat,‍‌ his answer remained​‍ the same he‍​ didn’t know, truly​ didn’t know!

“Huff.”‌

I sighed heavily. My​⁠‍ mind was spinning‍‌ with worry.

I didn’t even know‌​‌ when everything had‌⁠⁠ started to go​‌ so wrong.

As​‍ I rubbed my‌ face in frustration,‌ I heard a cry of admiration.‌‍

“Uwaaaaah!”⁠

This⁠ was the temporary​⁠ base set up‌ by the Hero‌‌ Association. It was‌ a three-person tent⁠​‌ but well-equipped — mini fridge, folding​‌‌ table, folding chairs.‍‍ Everything was mini⁠​ or folding, but‌ it served its​​​ purpose.

And‍‍⁠ in front of‌‌ the mini fridge,​​ Horn was squatting⁠⁠‌ like a little‌‌‌ totem pole. The‌​ faint light from‌ the fridge illuminated​ her face.

That’s⁠ right. I ended‌​⁠ up sharing a tent with Horn.​ Even though she‌⁠⁠ had a human⁠⁠ appearance, she was⁠​⁠ still a dragon‍⁠ — a demon.‍

Even‌⁠⁠ if I reassured​‌ everyone, prejudices don’t​⁠ disappear overnight.

So,⁠‍ as her so-called⁠‍ guardian, I took⁠⁠​ responsibility for her.⁠​‌ Only then did⁠‍ Director Sung nod‍‌ in relief, though​ he gave me⁠​‍ a look asking​‌‌ for an explanation.‍⁠​

‘If‌⁠ I start explaining⁠ about Horn, it⁠⁠​ gets way too⁠ complicated.’

I glanced at her​‍ from the corner‌ of my eye.⁠⁠⁠ I had considered⁠ sending Horn back⁠‍ to Korea alone,‍‌ but—

But​ I, Kang Geom-Ma,⁠​‍ could no longer‍‍⁠ tolerate traveling by‌⁠ plane.

Even⁠⁠ the private jets⁠⁠​ provided to the​‌ Seven Stars now​​​ felt like junk.⁠‍

‘Since​‌ Horn’s existence has‌ already been revealed…‍ why not use‍ her as transportation⁠‌ instead of planes?’‍‍

Just⁠​ then, Horn pointed​​ enthusiastically at the‍​‍ fridge.

“Mr.‌‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma! Look!⁠⁠‍ There’s meat, meat,​⁠​ and more meat!”⁠‌​

As‍ expected. The corners‍ of her lips‌ were practically dripping⁠​⁠ with drool.

It‌‍ seemed like every​​ liquid in her‌​‌ body was turning‌ into saliva.

Horn‍ grabbed a big,‌ meaty beef rib‍‌ and ran over⁠⁠‍ to me. With⁠ an imploring look,​‍‌ she gazed up⁠⁠​ at me.

“Mr…⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, could‍⁠ you…?”

Her​​ eyes sparkled like‌‌⁠ stars.

For‌‍ a moment, the⁠​​ image of Shrek’s​​‌ Puss in Boots​​ flashed through my⁠ mind.

“Could‍‌ you cook it⁠ for me…?”

On‌ the table was‍ a portable stove.‍⁠‍

Horn,‌‌ after living among​ humans for a month, knew exactly​​​ what it was⁠‌‍ for.

Asking‍‍‍ me to cook​ it was her‌‌​ way of saying‌ she wanted grilled​‍ meat made by‌ me.

‘I’m​ a little tired…‌‌ but Horn worked​​⁠ really hard today.’​​

During⁠ the battle, Horn‍ had protected humans‌ with magic barriers,​​ minimizing casualties.

She⁠ even helped the⁠ Swordmaster.

She‌ had fulfilled her‍‌‌ mission perfectly.

In‌ my heart, I wanted to buy‍‌‍ her the highest‍ quality A+++ beef.‌‌‌

The‌‍‍ problem was it⁠‍​ simply didn’t exist​ here.

‘Forgive⁠‌ me, Horn. I’m‌ fooling you with‌ regular meat.’

But​ if I couldn’t​ give her legendary⁠⁠⁠ beef, at least⁠‍ I could make‌‍ it unforgettable by⁠ cooking it well.‌

“Since​⁠ you worked hard⁠‌‍ today, I’ll make‌ something even better‍‍‍ than just grilled‌​ meat.”

I opened my hands,‍​ and Horn handed​ me the rib⁠ like she was‍‍ passing over a treasure.

I opened the fridge⁠‌ to check the‍ ingredients. Green onions,‍‍ garlic, white onion,‍⁠ soy sauce, and​‍ various other things.​ We weren’t missing‍⁠ much. I already‍⁠ had the menu⁠ in mind.

“This‌ will do.”

I heated a pan​‌​ over the portable⁠ stove. I swirled​ the oil around‌‍​ the surface with⁠​ a flick of‌‌ my wrist.

Sizzle.‌

I threw the ribs⁠‍ onto the pan.⁠⁠​

The‍​​ sound was like‍​‍ heavy rain.

I seared the meat,‍ browning only the​⁠‍ outside, and quickly‍​ took it off.‌‍⁠

The‍‌ rain sound stopped.​⁠ I stacked the‍⁠‌ browned ribs to‌⁠ keep the juices‌​ inside.

“You⁠‍​ can’t eat it‍‌⁠ yet.”

I shot a warning​ look at Horn,​⁠ who was sneaking‍‌​ closer like a thief.

She​​‍ flinched as if‌ she’d been caught.⁠‌‍

“Cold​ meat doesn’t taste‍‍ good.”

“Cold…?​​ Why?”

“This​‌‌ is just letting​​ it rest. Plus,⁠ the inside is⁠‍‍ still bleeding.”

“Resting‌⁠ it on purpose…?‍ Why…?”

I considered explaining about‌ letting meat rest,⁠ but held back.‍‍

Better‌‍‌ to let her​ understand through taste.⁠‌

‘Just​‌‌ like how I stopped seeing planes⁠ as anything special.’‍​‌

I quickly sautéed the⁠‍ vegetables in the‌ leftover meat juices.‌⁠‌ Green onions, garlic,​​ onions — the⁠ soul of Korean‍‍‌ cooking all in​‌⁠ one pan.

“Woooow…”‌‍

Horn​‌​ sniffed the air,​⁠​ helping out with‍​⁠ the vegetables. Her‍ earlier frustration at‍‍​ not being able‍‍​ to eat instantly​‍‍ melted away. I poured a generous⁠⁠ amount of soy⁠​ sauce, corn syrup,⁠ and sugar.

No⁠‍ need to measure‍​‍ — my hands‌ were more accurate⁠​⁠ than any scale.‌‌‌

“Horn,⁠ dragons breathe fire,‌‌‍ right?”

“Yes,‌​ of course!”

It‌‍⁠ was time to‌‌‌ show off.

Honestly,​‌ I was a little excited too.⁠‌

“Well,​‌‍ humans can do⁠‍‌ that too.”

“Huh?!”​​⁠

I uncorked a bottle‌‍‍ of cooking wine⁠‍ with my teeth​​ and spiraled it‍‌ over the pan.‌ The liquid swirled‌ like a mini​‍⁠ tornado and caught‌‍ fire.

Fwoosh.⁠​

The​⁠⁠ flames whipped the‍‍ air.

The​‍‍ fire danced on‍ the pan.

“Flambé.”⁠⁠‌

Horn’s‍‍⁠ clear eyes reflected​‍‌ the dancing flames,‍ awestruck like a child seeing magic‍ for the first‍ time.
I allowed a small​⁠ smile and focused‌ back on cooking.​​⁠

The​​ entire tent filled​⁠ with a sweet‍‌ and savory aroma.‍‌

Plop,‌ plop.

I could hear Horn’s⁠‍⁠ drool hitting the‍​ ground. Seriously, how⁠‌ did she even​‌‍ have that much‍ saliva left?

‘Though⁠ honestly, I can’t⁠​‌ blame her.’

Sweet‌‍⁠ and salty — the ultimate attack​⁠‌ on the taste⁠‍‍ buds.
The​‍ pride of Korean​​‌ cuisine.

Horn⁠‌ looked like she​ was floating from​​ pure bliss.

“Is‍⁠ it ready yet?​ Is it done?​‌ I made the⁠ rice too! Is‍ it? Is it?”‍‍⁠

Horn⁠​​ bounced excitedly.

“Five⁠​⁠ more minutes. In​⁠​ the meantime, wipe​‍ up the drool⁠‌​ you left on‍‍‌ the floor.”

“Okay…”⁠

Final⁠‍‍ stage. I stirred​​‍ the meat and‌⁠ vegetables carefully with​‌ a wooden spoon,‌⁠⁠ making sure the⁠‍ sauce coated everything‌‍ perfectly. I didn’t​‍ crush anything — gentle and deliberate.‌

“Wow…​​‌ what’s this dish‌⁠​ called?”

Horn⁠‌⁠ asked as she‌‍ finished cleaning. At‌⁠ least she used⁠⁠ a mop properly.⁠⁠

“LA-style‍⁠ short ribs… no,‌‍ better yet, let’s​⁠ call it Hawaii-style​ ribs.”

Horn​‌‍ murmured dreamily.

“Hawaii…​ ribs… Hawaiian ribs…​​⁠ Hawaiian ribs…”

She⁠⁠​ was completely enchanted​ by the idea​⁠ of Hawaiian ribs.​‍⁠

***‌‍‍

“Do​‌ you have a moment? There’s something​​‍ I want to⁠ talk to you‌⁠‍ about. Hmm?”

The‌ Sword Master arrived⁠‍ at Kang Geom-Ma’s​​⁠ tent. At that‍ moment, a sweet‍‌ aroma was drifting‍‌ through the air.‍‌ A delicious smell.‌​

The‌ Sword Master, as‍‌ if hypnotized, pulled​‍ aside the tent‌‌ curtain.

“……?”⁠

Was​​ her name Hon?‍​​ That dragoness was‌‍‌ slumped over in‌​‍ front of the‍‍‌ table. On the‌​‌ other side, Kang⁠‌​ Geom-Ma looked at‍ her with a puzzled expression.

The‌⁠‌ Sword Master hastily⁠‌​ reached for the​‍⁠ hilt of his‌ sword.

“What‌‍‍ happened? Did the‌‌​ dragoness lose control​ of her nature‍​⁠ and you defeated⁠⁠‌ her?”

Just⁠ as he said⁠‍‌ “you defeated her,”‌ the dragoness’s closed‌ eyes snapped open.⁠‌ She immediately stood⁠‍​ up and began‍‍‍ eating ferociously.

Horn⁠‍‌ let out cries‌ of admiration and‌‌ lament.

“It’s⁠ delicious, too delicious!​ It’s so good‌‌ I fainted! Aaaah…!‍ My whole life‍‍ has been meaningless!⁠‌ I, Horn Tail,‍​‌ swear from this⁠‌ moment on to​ dedicate my entire‍‌ life to Master⁠‌​ Kang Geom-Ma!”

Since‌ she was chewing,‍​‍ her sentences came‍⁠​ out broken. Kang​​‌ Geom-Ma, with a somewhat annoyed look,‌⁠‌ served her more⁠​⁠ meat.

“Finish‍ eating first, then‍‍ talk. You’re spitting‌⁠​ rice everywhere.”

“Yes!”‌

Kang‌‍ Geom-Ma then turned‌ to the Sword​‌​ Master.

“Ah,⁠⁠‌ Sword Master, you’ve‌​ arrived. Have you⁠​ eaten yet?”

The​‍‌ Sword Master relaxed‌‌ his hand from​ the hilt.

“No,‍‌ I haven’t eaten‍⁠​ yet… But what‌‌ the hell just‌⁠​ happened?”

“I​‍‌ fed Horn a dish I prepared,‍​‌ and she screamed‍​‍ and fainted. Then‍⁠ she got up,‌‌ and the rest‍ is as you’ve‍‌⁠ seen.”

“What…?”​

A flavor so intense⁠‍⁠ it made her​‍​ pass out? That⁠‍‌ sounded like the​ exaggerated reactions you​⁠‍ only see in‌⁠⁠ the media.

However,⁠⁠‍ seeing how she‌‌⁠ devoured the food,⁠ it didn’t seem⁠‌⁠ like a lie.​​ The Sword Master⁠ accepted the invitation‍⁠ to eat. Still‍⁠ with one hand​⁠‌ on the hilt,​‍ he sat down‍​ at the side‍​‌ of the table.‌‌

Horn​ didn’t seem to⁠‌ notice his presence.‍‍ Or rather, she​‍ was too busy‌​ piling more Hawaiian⁠‌⁠ ribs onto her⁠‍​ plate.

“You‍‌ said you wanted‍‌​ to talk to‍⁠ me.”

Kang​⁠​ Geom-Ma brought out​‍ a new plate.⁠‍ The Sword Master‍​ replied, still a bit dazed.

“I​‍ came to warn‌ you about the‍⁠ ‘Temple of the‍ Nephilim’ you plan‌ to visit tomorrow.”‍‍

“I‌ see. Then please​⁠⁠ eat while we‍​‍ talk. The food‌ tastes better hot.‌⁠⁠ If you need‍​ more, let me‌⁠⁠ know. I prepared‌‌‌ food for fifteen‌⁠‍ people because of⁠ Horn.”

At‌ those words, the‌⁠⁠ Sword Master glanced‌⁠ sideways at Horn.‍‍⁠ She had a frail body, but⁠‌‌ she ate like‌​ an elephant.

He‌⁠ then turned his‍‌ gaze to the‌ served plate. Beef‌ ribs drenched in‌‌‌ a reddish-brown sauce,‌‍ the oil dripping​ temptingly, and an⁠‍ aroma that made‌⁠ his mouth water.‌​

‘I’ve⁠ never seen a dish like this.’‍

Born​ into the noble​​ House of Nibelung,‍ the Sword Master⁠​ was a seasoned‍ gourmet. He had‌ tasted cuisines from​ all over the⁠⁠‍ world and was‌​ extremely picky. Lately,‌ nothing had impressed​ him.

‘And‌‍ yet…’

He⁠​‌ felt a lump​​ in his throat.⁠‌‍ It was the‍​ first time in⁠ decades his mouth​‌‍ watered.

He‌⁠ stuck a fork‍ into a rib,‍⁠‍ examined it carefully,‌ and cautiously brought‌⁠ it to his‌‍⁠ mouth.

“…Uh…⁠‌​ uh.”

Two‌‍​ soft groans.

The​‍‌ Sword Master fell‍‌‍ backward.

***‍⁠

It⁠‌ was absurd. The‌⁠‌ Sword Master, who​‍ had come to‌​​ warn him about⁠‌‌ the Temple of‌‍ the Nephilim, ended‍‍​ up focusing only‌​​ on eating. He​‌ forgot all about‍​‍ the dignity of‍ a noble, grabbing⁠ the ribs with‍​​ his hands and​ devouring them.

Horn⁠ was even worse.‌⁠ She had mixed​‌ rice into the‌‌ sauce to clean⁠‌ up every last‌ drop, without anyone‍‌​ teaching her. An‍⁠ impressive learning curve,‌​​ at least in​​‍ terms of eating.⁠​

The​ chaotic dinner ended.‍ The abundant Hawaiian⁠⁠ ribs were reduced‌​‍ to mere bones.‌

I stepped out of‌ the tent to‍‌​ breathe in the‍‌ fresh night air,‌ trying to get​‍ the smell of⁠‍ meat out of​‍​ my clothes. At‌ that moment, the‍​ Sword Master also‌‍‍ stepped outside.

“Ahem.”​⁠

He⁠‍​ coughed awkwardly. His⁠‌⁠ ears were red​⁠ with embarrassment. But⁠‌ somehow, he managed‌‌ to open his​‍ mouth.

“It⁠‌ was an incredible‍ flavor… In my‌‌ seventy years, I’ve⁠⁠ never tasted anything⁠​ like it.”

“I’m‌⁠‌ glad you liked‍⁠‍ it.”

Silence⁠​​ fell again. Several​ minutes passed without‌⁠ a word until⁠​‌ the Sword Master‌ suddenly asked.

“Do​⁠​ you know what⁠‌⁠ Nephilim means?”

“I⁠ briefly heard about‌⁠ it in class.‍‌‌ Beings born between⁠‌ angels and demons.”‌​

“Oh,​⁠ so you do⁠ pay attention in‍‌ class.”

“Final⁠​‍ exams for the‌‌‍ second semester are‌‍ coming up.”

“Hahaha.​ Anyway, if you‍ know what Nephilim⁠ are, you’ll understand‌​‍ quickly. The ‘Temple‍ of the Nephilim’‍‍ is a sanctuary‍ shared by humans‌​ and demons.”

The‌‌‍ Sword Master brought​⁠‍ out two folding​ chairs. We sat​ down and continued​‍ talking.

“Did‌ you know? Humans‌​‍ and demons worship‍‌⁠ the same god.​ Even though the‌ paths differ, the​‌​ root is the​‌ same.”

“The⁠ same god? Didn’t​‍​ they all go⁠ extinct during the​⁠​ mythical era?”

“I’m‌⁠‌ not talking about‍‌ those lesser gods.”‍⁠

The‍⁠‍ Sword Master shook‍​⁠ his head. For​⁠⁠ a moment, the​​ Milky Way shimmered‍ dangerously in the‌ night sky.

“There​ is only one⁠‍‌ true god. You​‌ should know that‍​ if you’ve been​‍⁠ paying attention in​ class.”

How​⁠ could I not‍⁠​ know, when it​‍ was that god‍ who granted me‌ power?

“The‍‌ Temple of the‍‍ Nephilim is a sanctuary dedicated to‍​ ‘that god.’ Both⁠⁠‌ humans and demons​⁠​ visit it. Although​ nowadays, mostly demons.”​⁠

The‌ Sword Master looked‌‌ at me seriously.​⁠‌

“I‍⁠​ have only one‍‌ warning no matter‌‌ what happens, do‌‍⁠ not draw your​‍ knife there. If​ you do, it‌ could turn into⁠⁠ a disaster.”

“Ah…⁠ Understood. Thank you.”​‍

His‍ eyes reflected concern,‌‍⁠ but he finally⁠⁠ stood up. As⁠ if remembering something,⁠‌ he added.

“Ah,‌ one more thing.​​ You and that​​ dragoness… do you‌‌‌ have some kind⁠‌​ of relationship?”

I was taken aback.⁠⁠ That dragoness? Was⁠ he referring to⁠ Horn? I shook⁠‌‍ my head vigorously.⁠‌

“Not​‍ at all! No‌​ way! Besides, we’re‍⁠ different species!”

“I⁠ just told you‌‍⁠ humans were born​‌‍ between angels and⁠‌ demons.”

“That‍‌ has nothing to⁠ do with it!”‌‍

“Humans​⁠‍ and demons can​⁠⁠ reproduce. It’s just‍ that there aren’t⁠ many recorded cases.”‌⁠​

Good⁠ grief.

“Well,‍​⁠ if there’s nothing⁠‌⁠ strange, I’m relieved.​ Anyway, thanks for‌ dinner.”

The‍ Sword Master left​⁠ in a hurry.​‌‍ Right then, Horn⁠⁠​ came out of‍ the tent, rubbing​ her sleepy eyes.‌

“Mr.⁠⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma, aren’t​‍⁠ you going to​ sleep?”

“…I’ll‌​​ come in soon.‌‍ You go ahead​ and sleep first.”​‍

Horn​​‍ nodded and returned⁠‌‌ inside the tent.‌‍⁠ I watched her​‌ back as she‌⁠‌ walked away.

‘A‌ temple visited by‍​ both humans and​‍ demons…’

Originally,⁠⁠ I planned to‌⁠ go alone.

But‍ it seems I’ll‍‍ have to adjust​​ my plans.

My‌​⁠ instinct tells me‍‌ I’ll have to⁠‍ take Horn with⁠ me. And I trust my instincts.​‌⁠

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