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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 219 – The Temple of the Nephilim (2)

Chapter 219 – The Temple of the Nephilim (2)

For​‍ an instant, I couldn’t believe what‍​‍ I had heard.⁠

The​ name that the‍⁠‍ figure dressed in‌‌‍ white had spoken.‌‌⁠ I wasn’t the‍‌ only one horrified‌ upon hearing it.​​

“K-Kuarne…?”‌⁠​

Edward,⁠​ who had recovered‍‌⁠ his senses a little late, instantly​‍​ paled. Even Horn,‌​​ who had remained⁠‍‍ stunned, trembled slightly​‌‌ in her eyebrows.⁠‌⁠ Meanwhile, the white‌‍‌ figure descended the‌ steps with light‍‌⁠ footsteps.

Kuarne,​‍ the Second Corps⁠​⁠ Commander. Leader of​ the Demon King’s‍​‌ Army and absolute⁠ sovereign of the‍‌ infernal region of⁠‍‍ Gehenna. That being‌ had just presented‍‍ himself before us,​ none other than‍⁠​ humanity’s great enemy.‍⁠

My‍‍ thoughts tangled into​‌⁠ chaos. The Second​ Corps Commander, Kuarne?‌⁠ Really? If that​​ was true, how​⁠ was it possible​⁠ that he was​‍​ in the human‍ world? Acting as​‍ a priest? Was​​​ it all part⁠​​ of some plan⁠ by the old⁠‌‌ elf?

I turned abruptly. The⁠ old elf was⁠​ trembling as if⁠⁠‌ static electricity was‍ running through him.​‌​ He was so‌⁠ shocked he could⁠‍‍ barely stand.

“H-h-how⁠‍​ can you be​ here?! Corps Commanders​​ can’t cross into​​‍ the human world!”‌

The‍‌‍ old elf shouted​ as if he​‌ were screaming. Fear,⁠‍ panic, confusion, and​​​ horror were drawn​ across his face.​ That confirmed two⁠ things the elder‌⁠​ wasn’t colluding, and‌‍ that being truly​‌‍ was the Second‍ Corps Commander.

Kuarne⁠ smiled faintly and‌ replied.

“Calm‍​‍ yourself, elder of⁠ the dark elves.⁠ This is nothing‌‍ more than a projection of myself,​⁠‌ a sort of‍ avatar, so to‌⁠⁠ speak.”

He⁠ spoke with a clear voice, trying‌​‍ to calm us.‍‍‍ But that voice,​ no matter how‌‍‍ kind it sounded,‍‌ seemed to tear‍ at the soul.⁠​ Kuarne stopped halfway​‍‌ down the stairs.​ At last, we⁠⁠‌ could see his‍ face.

An‌​‌ androgynous face, difficult‍‍‍ to classify as‌ male or female.⁠​⁠ Only from the‌ voice could we⁠‍​ infer he was​ a man. At​⁠ a glance, he‍ appeared human. But​⁠ his skin, his‍‍ hair, even his⁠ clothing were so​​ pure white that‍ they looked bleached.⁠

His‍‍‍ eyes, opalescent white,⁠ reflected an inhuman​‌‌ coldness, as if⁠‍ they had been⁠​⁠ artificially waxed. He‍​⁠ looked like a walking wax figure.‍‌ An uncanny resemblance‌​ to the angels​​‍ who had once‍‌⁠ nearly exterminated the‍ Ancients.

If​‌​ Kuarne had been​​ given a pair​‌‍ of wings, he⁠⁠ would have been⁠⁠⁠ identical to those‍​ doves. In a melodious voice, he​‌ said.

“The⁠‍‍ former priestess has‌‍‌ been absent for​ some time, so‍⁠ I am merely​​‍ taking her place.‌​ As the old‍ elf well knows,‍ the previous priest⁠ was a human‌ woman. But one‌ day, she disappeared⁠​ without a trace.‌‍ Someone had to⁠ protect the temple,‍‍‍ and that is‍‍‌ why I am‌ here.”

“Whatever​‌‍ the reason, it​ is still an‌​ invasion of a Corps Commander into‍⁠ the human world!”⁠

Edward,‌​ sweating cold, drew‌ the large sword‌‌⁠ from his back.​‌ He pointed it⁠‍​ directly at Kuarne.‌

“This‍ is a blatant‍​‌ violation of the‌​ Treaty between humans⁠ and demons!”

The‌ shout of Edward,‍​‍ the Black Bear​ Hero. It was⁠ the natural reaction⁠ of a warrior‍⁠‌ facing a mortal​ threat. However, Kuarne,⁠‌​ with his blank‍‌‌ and disinterested gaze,‌ barely reacted.

“As⁠⁠ I said, this‌ is not my⁠⁠‍ true body. It⁠⁠ is not a violation of the‌‍ treaty.”

His⁠‌‍ voice sounded apathetic,‌⁠ as if he⁠⁠ considered it a trivial matter.

“Besides,⁠​⁠ I have absolutely​‌ no combat ability.⁠‍ I could swear⁠‍ it before God‌⁠​ himself.”

Kuarne‍ insisted on his​​‌ innocence.

“And⁠‌ that crap, are‌ we supposed to​‍​ believe it?”

I whispered to Horn‌⁠‍ in a low⁠ voice. She swallowed‌ hard and nodded‌ with difficulty.

“…It’s‌ true. I’ve been‍ sensing his mana⁠⁠​ for a while…⁠ and I feel​ absolutely nothing. He’s‌​ not hiding it.‍​​ He’s literally an‍‍ empty shell.”

Kuarne​‌‍ smiled softly.

“Can​‌ you believe me‍‌ now, brave heroes?”​​​

“Brave​‍ heroes…?”

Edward⁠ blinked, confused. Should‍ he feel flattered​​⁠ that the leader‍‍ of the Demon‍‍​ King’s Army praised‌ him?

“However,‌ setting aside my⁠‍ personal appreciation, I regret to inform‍ you that you⁠‌​ have committed a grave mistake in⁠‌‍ this Temple of⁠ the Nephilim.”

At‌‌⁠ those words, Edward‍⁠ froze. His face‍ instantly crumbled.

“W-wait​ a moment…!”

A desperate scream. From‍‍​ his chest erupted‍​⁠ a black vortex‌⁠ that began devouring‍ him like a black hole.

Screams,⁠ the sound of​‍​ flesh being torn‌​ apart, the smell​ of blood.

In​⁠ the place where‍ Edward had been‍ just a moment​​⁠ before, only the‌‌ echo of death‍ remained. The Warrior-ranked​⁠⁠ hero disappeared without‍‌⁠ leaving the slightest​​ trace.

It⁠‍‌ all happened in⁠‍‌ the blink of‌‍‌ an eye. The⁠⁠ Temple of the⁠⁠‌ Nephilim does not​ distinguish between good‌‌ and evil. Whether‍‍​ human or demon,‌ whoever breaks its‍ laws is punished‌‌‍ without exception.

Kuarne‌ shook his head,‍​ showing a genuinely‍ regretful expression.

“The​ temple’s first rule​⁠ you shall not⁠​ draw your weapon‌ under any circumstances.‍​​ He violated that‍⁠‍ fundamental rule. I hope the others⁠‌‌ do not follow‍‍‌ his example.”

Kuarne⁠ had not intervened⁠ at all. It​⁠ was Edward’s own‌​‍ recklessness that condemned⁠‌‍ him.

“…Fuck.”‍

I had only come​ to the temple‍ to search for⁠⁠ the fifth fragment.⁠ That was the‌ only goal.

And⁠⁠​ yet, here I was, facing humanity’s‍ greatest enemy. And‍​ worse, I couldn’t‌​ even draw my‌​⁠ knife.

Edward’s⁠‌ fate was a warning far too⁠ clear.

I glanced at the‌ old elf. He‍ was trembling like​‌ a leaf. His‍‍ face was one⁠‌‌ of complete defeat.​ It made sense—he‍ had betrayed his​⁠ race only to​⁠ fall now before‍‍​ the leader of⁠ the demons.

As‍⁠​ if understanding it​ all, Kuarne smiled‌‍ at him cruelly.⁠​

“Ah…‌‌​ Ah…”

The‌​​ elder was breathing​⁠ heavily. He bit⁠⁠⁠ his lower lip​ hard, tasting the‌‍ metallic flavor of⁠ his own blood.​

The​‍‍ old elf thought,​ ‘Didn’t I endure‍⁠ all these humiliations‌⁠‍ for the survival‌⁠‌ of the dark​‍‍ elves?’

They‍​‍ had nearly been⁠‌ exterminated by that‌ monster, Kang Geom-Ma.‌‍ But at least‍ a score of⁠ his people were‌⁠ still alive. He‍​⁠ had to save‍​​ them at all‍​ costs.

Calculating‍ rapidly in his​​ mind, the old​ man made his​ decision.

He‌‍‍ clung to Kang‍‍ Geom-Ma like a shadow. Kuarne frowned‍‍ at the scene.⁠​

And⁠ then let out‍ a sarcastic laugh.​​⁠

“Don’t‌⁠ you regret betraying⁠ your own race‌ to join the‌ humans?”

“I​ do not regret​⁠ it.”

It⁠‌​ was a lie.‍‍‍ The elder knew⁠ well the devastating⁠ power of the⁠​‍ Second Corps Commander.‌‌

No​ matter how strong⁠‍ Kang Geom-Ma was,⁠‌​ he was still‍​ far from being‌​ a match for⁠⁠⁠ such a transcendent‌⁠ being. Had we‍⁠ been in Gehenna​​ and not the​ temple, we would⁠‍ all have died‌ like insects.

‘Nevertheless.’‌⁠​

Though⁠‍​ he had nearly⁠‍ been exterminated by‌‍‍ the humans, the‌⁠‌ enemy of his​‌‌ enemy was now​​ his only hope.‌⁠‌ The elder, Rog,‍⁠‌ bet everything on​‍ Kang Geom-Ma.

It​ was, in essence,‍ a desperate gamble‌​⁠ on his potential.​​ If he managed‌‌‌ to awaken all⁠ his power, he⁠‌ might not only‌ defeat the Second‌ Corps Commander, but​​‌ even the First.‌​‍

This​‌‌ was a fact⁠​ that even Kuarne⁠​⁠ undoubtedly knew.

He‌​‌ had probably come‍ to this temple‍ not only to‌‍ watch but perhaps​​ to eliminate any‌⁠ threat at the⁠ root, even if‍ it meant impersonating‍ the true priest.​

If‌​​ that were the​ case, Kuarne would‌ be guilty of‍‌ an unforgivable crime.‌‌⁠

“I⁠‍​ can hear the‍‌​ noise of your‍​‌ thoughts from here,”‌‌ Kuarne said disdainfully.⁠

At‍⁠‍ that moment, Kuarne’s​ eyes flashed with​‌⁠ a murderous light.‍​ The old elf⁠​‌ felt his body‌ freeze instantly.

“I’m‍​⁠ glad you say‍‍ you don’t regret⁠ your choice.”

Kuarne​​ spat the words‌ with a twisted‌ smile.

“That‌​‍ way I can​‌⁠ exterminate the dark⁠‍ elves without the​ slightest bit of​⁠ compassion.”

I couldn’t believe the​‌ absurdity of the‍‌​ situation. They were⁠ fighting among themselves.⁠ The old elf‌‍ was hiding behind‌​ me. Now that​⁠ I thought about⁠‌ it, except for‌⁠ me, everyone here⁠ was a demon.​⁠‌ Well, Horn was‍ almost human, so⁠​‌ I guess she⁠⁠​ didn’t count.

‘Damn⁠ it.’

I recalled once again​‍ the reason I had come to‍‌​ the temple. With‌​‌ a look full‌ of annoyance, I spoke.

“It⁠ doesn’t matter if⁠⁠‍ you’re the Second⁠‌ Corps Commander or⁠ whatever. You said‍‌‍ you’re acting as⁠ a priest now,​‍ right? Then do‍‌⁠ your job instead⁠⁠ of causing chaos.”​‍‌

What‍‍ mattered wasn’t that‌​ Kuarne had appeared.​‌‍ What mattered was​‌ that he had‍ no intention of​⁠⁠ fighting.

Maybe,⁠‌ ridiculous as it‌ sounded, he really​ was here fulfilling⁠‌‍ the priest’s role​ for now.

And​‍ even if he‌​⁠ wasn’t, it didn’t⁠⁠⁠ matter. I just‍‍ had to accomplish​ my goal and⁠‌‌ leave.

Of⁠​ course, someday I would make this⁠⁠⁠ bastard pay for‍⁠ Edward. Not now,⁠‍ but that day⁠⁠ would come.

“I‌ must have made‍​‌ you wait too⁠​ long.”

Kuarne⁠⁠ smiled coldly. He‍ turned and gestured⁠ for us to‍​ follow.

“Come.‍‍‌ I will try‌‌ to answer some​​ of your doubts.”‌‍‌

He​​ was still using​‌ that gentle tone.‌‌ Just before following‍​​ him, I decided⁠ to provoke him⁠‍ a little.

“Kuarne,⁠ you know very‌ well that it⁠ was my hand⁠​‍ that cut your‍ brother’s neck.”

“Of​‍‌ course I know.”‌

He‌‍ answered without hesitation,​ his emotions perfectly‌‌‌ controlled.

“But‌⁠​ I don’t feel​ even a shred⁠​ of sadness. In⁠ fact, I’m glad​⁠‍ those useless fools‌ became nourishment for‌ your growth. We’ll‌‍ discuss the rest‍ inside the Temple‍ of the Nephilim.”​​

***‌‍

At⁠⁠⁠ that very moment,‍ in a dark​ hall.

A silver-haired woman, Yu‌⁠​ Se-in, prayed with‍ her hands together.‌⁠

Sweat⁠‌ had soaked the‌‍‌ carpet beneath her​ knees. Her white‍‍‌ ceremonial robe, now‌ wet, had become​‌⁠ almost translucent.

Suddenly,⁠⁠​ Se-in abruptly opened‌ her eyes. She⁠ shifted her gaze⁠‍​ toward a corner.‌‍

Leaning‌‍​ against a marble​​⁠ column, a golden-haired‍​ man was watching‌ her in silence.​‍​ His torso, hidden​ in the shadows,​⁠⁠ was barely distinguishable.‌

Se-in​​ shot a cold​ look at the⁠⁠ man.

“And‌‌ what are you‌ doing here?”

The⁠ blond shrugged without​‌‍ uncrossing his arms.‌‍

“Nothing.⁠​‌ I was just‌​ curious to see‌ what a saint​‍‌ does.”

His‌ voice sounded impeccable.​⁠ But to Se-in’s⁠ ears, it was​‍ nothing but provocation.‌ From the beginning,‌ she deeply disliked​ that hypocrite defiling⁠​ a sacred place.‍

Se-in‍‍ said coldly.

“Of⁠‌⁠ course. I suppose​⁠ for someone from⁠⁠‌ the demonic world,​​ seeing someone else‌ praying must seem⁠‍​ very curious.”

A slight change crossed​⁠ the blond’s face.‌‍ Although the darkness​⁠ prevented a clear⁠‍⁠ view of his‍ expression, Se-in could⁠‍⁠ feel it.

He⁠ was furious.

“…Didn’t‌ I warn you‌⁠‍ not to mention​‍‌ where I come‌​ from?”

Despite‍‌ the implicit threat,‍ Se-in didn’t even⁠⁠ blink. She answered‍⁠ him with a sarcastic smile.

“By⁠​​ simply hiding your‍ true identity and​‍ origin, I’ve already​​ done more than‌ enough for you.”​‌⁠

“….”​

The⁠‍​ blond uncrossed his⁠‌​ arms and slowly​‌‌ walked toward her,⁠‍‌ emerging from the‌​‍ shadows.

Beneath⁠⁠‍ his golden hair,‌⁠ his pupils shone⁠​⁠ an intense blue.‍‍​

The‍ darkness tore away‍‌ as his face‌​⁠ appeared before Se-in.⁠‌

“Don’t‌ you think so?”‍​

Se-in‍ stared at him.‍

“Leon⁠ van Reinhardt.”

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