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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 218 – The Temple of the Nephilim (1)

Chapter 218 – The Temple of the Nephilim (1)

At‍⁠ dawn, we set​​​ off directly toward⁠ the temple.

This‌ time the group‌‍​ was made up⁠‍​ of four me,‌‍‍ Horn, the old‍​‍ elf who would‍ serve as our‍‍ guide, and the⁠‌‍ hero who had⁠​‌ almost decapitated the‌ dark elves, a man named Edward.‍

Edward⁠‌​ was a warrior‍​‌ from the Hero⁠⁠⁠ Association, also known‌‌‍ as the “Black‌​‍ Bear.”

He‌ was accompanying us⁠‌ instead of the‍ Sword Master and⁠‍ Director Sung, who⁠ had to stay‌ behind to manage‍‌ the remaining dark⁠⁠⁠ elves. Moreover, our‍‍‍ destination was the⁠‌‌ temple, a sanctuary‍‌‌ where conflicts were⁠‌‍ not allowed.

Even⁠​‌ demons, who seemed‌ so distant from⁠‍⁠ faith, behaved respectfully​​⁠ there. Yesterday, both⁠‍⁠ the Sword Master‍‍ and the old​ elf had assured⁠⁠‍ us of that.​‌⁠

Humans​​​ and demons alike‍‍⁠ coexisted inside the⁠ temple, and confrontations‍⁠ were unthinkable.

Outside‌‌ might be another‌‌‌ matter, but Edward,⁠⁠⁠ being a warrior,​ could handle any⁠​ ambush. Thus, a strange mixed group‍⁠​ was formed two⁠​ humans and two‌‍ beings of the‌‍ demon race.

Step‍⁠ by step, we‍⁠ walked toward the‌ Temple of the⁠ Nephilim. Horn had​‌ spent most of⁠ her mana in⁠ yesterday’s battle, so‌​ she couldn’t transform⁠​ into a dragon.‍‌ But in truth,​​‌ it was better⁠​‌ this way.

A dragon flying in‍‍‍ the sky would⁠⁠‍ attract too much‍⁠ attention, and we⁠‌ didn’t want to​ cause a commotion.⁠‍​

Moving‌​ quietly, guided by‌ the old elf,‌‍ was much more‍​‍ prudent.

“About‍‌​ two hundred steps‌⁠​ from here, you​​ must turn right.‍‌‍ You will see‍⁠‍ a large coniferous‍​ tree. From there,⁠‌‌ just go straight…”‌

The​⁠‌ old elf explained​ while raising his⁠ tied hands, and​ Edward, looking distrustful,⁠‍ came closer to⁠​ me to whisper.‌‍​

“Heavenly⁠​⁠ Sword, why is⁠‍‌ that elf being‍ so obedient? Won’t⁠‌ he try to‌ escape or lead⁠ us into a trap?”

“I‌​‍ don’t think so…”⁠

A voice cut into⁠ the conversation from‍​‍ ahead. Without looking‌ at us, the‍⁠​ old man said.‌​

“No​ need to worry.”‍

“Did​‍ you hear that?”‌ Edward jumped in‌ surprise.

The‌‍‍ old man spoke⁠‍⁠ indifferently.

“They‍​ always call us​ ‘big-eared.’ We are‍​‍ simply living up⁠​⁠ to the nickname.”‍⁠

“……”‍

“Think⁠‍‌ about it. If⁠‌ I ran away,⁠⁠ the few of‍​ my race that​ remain would lose⁠​⁠ their heads. As‌‍ an elder, I would never do‍‍​ that. I would​⁠⁠ rather take my‍ own life first.”​‌

Edward​ asked again.

“Even‌​‍ so, you could‍‌ lead us to⁠ a dangerous place.”⁠

“If‌ we don’t return⁠‌‍ before nightfall, your​ main group will⁠​⁠ take action. And‌‌ once again, the‌​‍ dark elves would⁠ pay the price.‌‌ Do you think‌ I’m so foolish​‌ as to ignore⁠​‍ that?”

Hearing‌‌ him, I couldn’t​‌ help but admire⁠‌ him. The old‌‌ elf had quite⁠ a bit of⁠​ common sense.

‘He’s​ not just called⁠⁠ an elder because‌⁠​ of his age,‍ his judgment is​ sound.’

The⁠‌‌ old man let​‍‌ out a resigned⁠‍‍ sigh.

“You‍⁠⁠ can keep doubting‍⁠ me if you‌‍ want, but at⁠ least recognize that‌ I have no‍‍ choice. So let’s‌ focus on finishing⁠‍ this quickly. It‍ also makes my​‌​ stomach churn to‌ have to march‍⁠ alongside humans who‌​‍ massacred my race.”⁠‍‍

Then‍⁠ he kept walking.​ Edward, stroking his‌ beard, muttered.

“These​⁠​ demons speak well…‌‌‍ but you never‍‌​ really know what‌​⁠ they’re thinking. Don’t​ you think so,​‍‌ Heavenly Sword?”

“Well,​ at least we‌‍ know he’s not​‌ planning to betray​‌‍ us. In any‍​‌ case, stay on⁠⁠​ your guard.”

“I‍ will. Always learning‍‍‌ from you.”

Edward⁠​ gave me a respectful look and‍⁠ straightened up.

“Understood!”‍​

Edward​​​ stuck close to​‍ the old man‍⁠​ to keep an⁠ eye on him.⁠ Although the elf‌​ showed discomfort, he‍​⁠ said nothing and‌‍ kept walking.

Little⁠​⁠ by little, Edward’s‍ character was revealing​ itself. He was‌⁠‌ a passionate type,​​ full of justice​​ and raw energy.⁠‍ His large sword‌​⁠ suited his image⁠ well.

‘Although,‌ seeing how he⁠‍ suspects the old⁠⁠ man, he’s not‌‍ just a muscle-headed⁠ fool.’

I turned my head‍‌‌ to the side.​ Horn, alert, was‌‌‍ scanning the surroundings.‍⁠⁠ When our eyes‍‌‍ met, she tilted​‍ her head curiously.‍

“Is​ something wrong, Mr.​‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma?”

“Nothing‌‌ important. I was⁠‍ just thanking you.⁠‌ I asked you​ to come without​⁠​ much explanation and⁠⁠⁠ you accepted without⁠​ hesitation.”

“Come‌⁠ on, what kind⁠‌​ of comment is‌⁠‌ that between us?”‍‌‌

…Between⁠⁠ us.

‘Humans‍​⁠ and demons can​‍‍ reproduce.’

Suddenly,‌‌‍ the Sword Master’s​‌ warning popped into‌ my head. Why‍ now, of all​⁠⁠ times?

As​ I fell silent,⁠‍ Horn tilted her​ head even more.​ Her hair, shiny‌‌​ and silky now‍​ that her health⁠‌ had returned, slid‌‌ over her shoulder.‍⁠​ By magically changing‍ her ears, her‍‌‍ appearance was that​‌⁠ of a perfect‍‌ human. Her hair⁠‌ was soft, her‌​ skin smooth.

Now⁠‍⁠ that she was⁠ well-fed, her beauty‍‌ was undeniable. Before,‍ when she was‍‍ malnourished, it hadn’t‌​‍ been so noticeable.‍‌ But now, Horn​⁠ was a dazzlingly⁠‍ beautiful girl, even​‌​ when compared to‌‍‍ the famous beauties​⁠ of this game​‍‍ world. She was‌ on the level​​ of Abel, the‍‍ beauty standard.

I imagined the scene⁠‍⁠ Horn attending the⁠ academy, with an‍⁠​ endless line of​‌ boys trying to‍⁠ approach her.

‘And‌‍ to think I slept in the​‌​ same tent as​​ someone like that…’‍‍

I scratched my temple‌ awkwardly. Then Horn,‍ curious, leaned even⁠‍‍ closer toward me.‌⁠‍

“Mr.​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma, your⁠‌‍ face is red.​ Are you feeling‌‍‍ sick?”

“N-no,‍​⁠ it’s just that⁠‍ the weather in‍‌‌ Hawaii is a bit hot.”

“Hot?‌⁠ But we’re in⁠ the middle of​‌‍ winter… Ah! Of⁠​ course, you’re human,⁠ not a dragon.⁠ You must have​‍‌ a higher body​ temperature! Do you‌​​ want to share​ body heat?”

“No,‌ thank you.”

I didn’t exactly know⁠ what she meant‌⁠‍ by “sharing body⁠‍​ heat,” but just‍​ hearing the phrase‌‍‍ made me refuse​‍​ immediately.

Horn,‍⁠ blinking innocently, simply‌‍​ returned to her​​ watch post.

After⁠‍ about two hours⁠‌‌ of walking, we​ found a wide‌​ and quiet clearing.‌ I suggested,

“Let’s⁠‌​ rest here for‍ a bit. We⁠‍​ haven’t had breakfast,‌‍ so we might‍ as well have​‍⁠ lunch too.”

“Understood!​​‍ Leave it to‍ me!”

Edward,⁠‌ full of energy,⁠​‍ started setting up‍⁠ the camp. He‍‌​ wielded his large‍‍⁠ sword to cut‍ firewood, lit a fire, and in‌⁠‌ the blink of⁠​⁠ an eye, everything‌ was ready.

He‌ even brought fresh​ water from a nearby stream.

With‍​ that efficiency, I fully understood why‌‌ Director Sung had‍⁠‍ recommended Edward. It​‍​ wasn’t just brute​​‌ strength; he was⁠‌ quick, precise, and​‌‍ highly competent.

Soon⁠ after, Edward served‍‍‍ us a simple⁠ but decent stew⁠‍ made of dried‍ meat and roots.​⁠​ Proudly, he served‍‍ it in camp‌ plates.

“Please‍ try it, Mr.‍ Kang Geom-Ma.”

“Thank⁠‌ you.”

I took a spoonful.‌‍ Although it smelled​ a bit like⁠ cured meat, the‍‌ flavor was quite⁠⁠ acceptable. Horn was​‌‌ also eating enthusiastically,‍​‌ moving her spoon‌ quickly.

Edward,⁠ after watching us,​ hesitated for a moment and served⁠‍‌ a portion for‍‍ the old elf.‍

“Eat,‌‍ big-eared.”

The​⁠‌ old man stared​ at Edward with‌​⁠ a blank expression,‌⁠‌ then grabbed the‍​⁠ plate with his‌⁠​ tied hands.

“Thank⁠⁠‌ you for the‍​ food.”

With‍‌​ those words, he⁠ began drinking the⁠​ stew straight from​ the plate. Edward⁠ let out a dry laugh.

“I‍ thought he’d refuse,⁠⁠ but he’s eating‌⁠ with gusto.”

“We‌‌‌ dark elves appreciate​​​ good food.”

The‌⁠‍ old man wiped‍⁠ his mouth with⁠ the back of⁠‌​ his hand. Edward‌‌ frowned.

“Is⁠⁠⁠ that why you⁠ committed cannibalism? For‍‌ your ‘refined taste’?”​⁠

“Humans⁠ also eat cow,‌ pig, chicken, and⁠ lamb, don’t they?‌‍​ For us, humans⁠​ were just one‍‌​ more addition.”

“Humans‌⁠‌ don’t eat demons.”‌

“Who​‍‍ says they can’t?⁠​⁠ If you want,‌⁠ you can hunt‌ demons or magical‍​ beasts and eat‌​‍ them.”

“Barbaric‌⁠⁠ savages, no wonder​‌‍ you’re demons.”

Edward​​‌ clicked his tongue​ and turned away⁠‍ in disgust. The‍‍ old man simply‌⁠​ continued eating silently.‌

When‌ we finished eating,‍‌ I took advantage‌‌​ of the break‌‌ to approach the‍ old elf, who‍ was sitting on⁠⁠ a rock.

“Elder.”‌​​

The​‌​ old elf averted‌​​ his gaze, as‍​ if he wanted‌ to avoid me.​‍‍ When my hand‌‍​ reached for my‌‌ knives, he reluctantly‍‍‍ turned his head⁠‌‍ toward me.

His‍‌‌ expression showed pure‍⁠ surrender.

“What‍​ do you want‌⁠ now…?”

“I‍​ have a question.‍ Yesterday you mentioned​ that I’m ‘the‍ result of Balor‍‌ Joaquin and Lycan‍‍​ combined.’ What exactly‌‌‌ does that mean?”‍​

The‌⁠​ elder, bewildered, stared‌​ at me.

“Didn’t⁠⁠⁠ you say yourself‍‌​ that Balor Joaquin‌‌​ was your master?‌​‍ Why are you‌‌ asking me?”

“Because⁠‌‌ I only recently⁠⁠ found out that​‍​ my master was‍ someone so incredible.​ And right now,⁠​⁠ I can’t ask⁠ him directly.”

The⁠​ old elf seemed​ to think out⁠‍ loud, murmuring to​ himself.

“Balor‍ Joaquin hid that​‌ he was a Founding Hero… and‍‌ also hid the​‌‍ existence of Lycan…”‍‌

Finally,⁠‍‌ he raised his​ head. His voice‍ was calm.

“I‌‍ think I’m not​‌‌ the one who⁠ should give you‌‍‌ that answer.”

“…?”⁠​

“In‍ any case, you’re​ heading there, right?‍ There you will⁠‍ find someone who‍ can give you⁠⁠⁠ a clearer answer​‌​ than I can.”⁠

The​⁠ old elf, awkwardly‌​ leaning on his‍ tied hands, stood⁠⁠⁠ up.

“Let’s⁠‌‌ go. In the‌ temple, there will⁠⁠ be a priest​ who can answer‍⁠​ your questions.”

***​

We‌‌‍ walked for hours.‍​

Then,‍⁠​ the old elf​ who was guiding‌‌ us suddenly stopped.‌ He turned his​ head back and⁠‌ said in a low voice.

“We’ve​⁠‌ arrived.”

With‌ a nod, he⁠‍ pointed toward the‍‌‌ dense forest that⁠ blocked our view.⁠​ Edward looked around.⁠⁠ All he could⁠‌​ see were tightly‍‍‌ packed trees, no​‍ sign of a temple.

Frowning,‌ Edward glared at​⁠‌ the old man.⁠‌

“Where‍​ do you say​‌‌ the temple is?⁠ Or are you​​⁠ trying to fool‍‌ us, big-eared?”

The⁠​⁠ old elf let‌ out a mocking‍​⁠ chuckle.

“A​​ moment ago you​​ mocked me by⁠‍⁠ calling me a savage, but to‍‍​ my eyes, you​ seem even more​‌​ barbaric. Anyway, humans‌‌​ always rely too​ much on what⁠‍‌ they can see.”​‍

“What⁠ did you say,‌‌‌ you idiot?!”

“How‌ impatient. Just wait​​‌ a moment.”

The⁠ old man smiled⁠‌‍ as he approached‌⁠ a massive tree.‌‌ Unlike the others,‍⁠ its surface was⁠ smooth and shiny,‍⁠ immediately catching the⁠ eye.

Without‌⁠‍ hesitation, the old​⁠​ man snapped off​ one of its⁠ branches.

Rumble,​​⁠ rumble.

The‍‌‌ ground trembled as​‍​ if from an‌ earthquake. The leaves‌⁠​ lifted into the​​‍ air, enveloping us‌ in a green⁠‌‍ whirlwind.

“Ugh.”‍

A faint groan escaped​‌ me. Suddenly, my​⁠‍ entire field of​‌‍ vision was dyed‍ a silvery white.‍ My eyes, still‍‍​ unaccustomed, burned. Horn‌⁠‍ and Edward also​⁠ covered their eyes‍​​ with their hands.⁠‌⁠

Little​ by little, through‍‌​ the gaps between​​‌ my fingers, the​ scene began to⁠‌​ reveal itself. I opened my eyes​⁠ wide.

“Wow.”‌

A sigh of amazement⁠‌ escaped me involuntarily.⁠⁠ From behind, I heard more gasps.⁠ Horn and Edward⁠ were also staring‍ ahead, eyes wide‌ open. It was​​‌ inevitable.

Colossal‍⁠ stairs rose up,‍​​ almost touching the‍‌​ sky. At their⁠​⁠ peak, floating at‍​ the height of​ the clouds, stood‍‍ a temple built‌ from snow-white stone.‍‍ If not for‌‍ the stairs, it‍‌ would have seemed‍ like a castle​⁠ suspended in the⁠ air. It was‌‍​ the Temple of‍⁠‌ the Nephilim.

After⁠‌ almost a year‌⁠ living in this​‍​ fantasy world, nothing‍ easily impressed me​⁠ anymore. But this⁠‍ moment was different—my‍​​ heart was pounding,​‌ and an indescribable‍‌‌ euphoria flooded me.⁠⁠​

As‌ I gazed at⁠ the temple, mouth‌‍ agape, I heard⁠‌ footsteps echoing tap,‍‌​ tap, tap.

I looked up even‍‍⁠ higher.

I didn’t know if⁠ it was the​ reflection of the‌ sun or a light of its‍ own, but a glow enveloped a figure descending the⁠‌⁠ stairs. The white‍ silhouette, with the​‍ sun at its⁠‌ back, radiated an​ overwhelming holiness.

“Welcome,‌​‌ Son of Heaven.‍⁠ We have been⁠ waiting for you‍​ for seven hundred‌‍​ years.”

The‍ voice, of indescribable⁠​ beauty, resonated through‌‌ the entire space.‌​

“My⁠ name is Kuarne.⁠‍ I am the‍‌ priest in charge​‌ of the Temple‍​​ of the Nephilim.”⁠⁠

The‍ white figure greeted⁠ us with a gentle smile.

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