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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 262: The Terror Live (1)

Chapter 262: The Terror Live (1)

Speedweapon,‌​⁠ the one who‍ loves to explain‍⁠ things.

“……”‌

Right‌​ now, he’s on‌ the brink of⁠ death.

‘The​⁠ atmosphere is freezing.’​​

It‌‌ feels like a dagger is piercing​‍ his chest.

Speedweapon‍ had his lips​ pressed against a champagne glass (orange​ juice), moving only‌ his eyes side‍⁠⁠ to side.

‘This‍‍ is insane.’

He⁠⁠ had made it‌​ all the way‌ to the ballroom—the‌ highlight of the‍‍ festival—only to end‌ up stuck in‌​‌ silence, trapped in​​ his own misery‍‌‍ like a monk‌ offering a silent‌ prayer.

‘I​ want to talk…’⁠‌

But​‍ he had no‍ choice. If he​⁠‍ so much as‌​ coughed in there,‌‌ he was sure‌​ this would happen.⁠‍

Who​‍ was that?

Who‍⁠ dared cough?

Who‍⁠‍ dared make that‌‌ noise!?

And‌ someone would stab⁠‍ him in the‍⁠‌ face.

Who?‍ The two girls⁠‍​ over there with‌​ sparks flying from⁠ their eyes—Abel and⁠ Ryozo.

Abel​ wore an elegant​​ dress and soft​‌⁠ makeup that made‍‍‌ her glow. Rumor‍​ had it she‌​ had flown in‍ her personal maid‍‍ from Switzerland just​ for the ball.‍

‘That​‌⁠ one next to‍ Abel is the‍‌​ Nibelung family maid,‌‍ Shail.’

Shail‍ was a well-known‌‌​ heroine. Despite being⁠‍‌ a merit-based student,‌⁠‌ she became a senior hero at​​ the youngest age‍⁠ on record. Many⁠⁠⁠ predicted she’d reach​ Warrior rank within‌‍ five years. An‌ absolute prodigy—especially considering​ she had no‌​ inherited blessing.

‘And‍⁠ that butler behind‌​ her…’

Karon,‌⁠ the Rakshasa.

That‍​ kindly smiling middle-aged‌ man was actually‌​ a legendary assassin-for-hire.‍ His specialty? Heroes.⁠‌​ In other words,‍​ he was a hero-hunter.

He​‍ vanished for a while, then reappeared​‍​ as the Nibelung‌‍ family butler. The​‌ hero community demanded‌‍⁠ his arrest, but​⁠ the Swordmaster declared⁠‍‌ he’d personally watch⁠​‌ over him.

— A famous episode‌ that stirred the‌ hearts of many,‍‌⁠ full of nobility‍ and valor.

‘And​ now, Shail’s a makeup artist, and⁠‌​ Karon serves juice.⁠​ Amazing.’

Speedweapon‌​‍ shook his head​‍ and took a sip of his⁠ tangy drink, sneaking‍​​ a glance at​ Abel.

Abel​‍‍ was already someone‍​ who stood out​ for her beauty,‍⁠‌ but today she‍ seemed determined to‌⁠​ cause an epidemic‍‌​ of heartbreak. More‌‌​ than half the‍​ male students couldn’t‍⁠‌ stop staring.

‘Look‌​ at that one‍ drooling juice like‍⁠‍ a waterfall.’

But‍​‍ whenever they met​ Karon’s gaze, they‍‌​ all looked away‌‌‍ in terror.

Speedweapon⁠⁠ clicked his tongue‍⁠⁠ at the pathetic‌⁠ sight and turned‌‍ his head.

A traditional, refined Japanese‍ kimono, hair elegantly​⁠⁠ tied up, calm​⁠​ expression. Her once‌​⁠ stern face was‍‌ softened with makeup,⁠ giving her a noble and serene⁠⁠⁠ air.

‘Saki‍​‍ Ryozo.’

She‍ was just as‍⁠ eye-catching. Normally, Abel⁠ would’ve gotten all⁠‍​ the attention, but‍‍‍ now it was‍⁠ evenly split.

‘They​⁠‍ say a girl’s⁠‌ transformation knows no⁠⁠ bounds, but seriously—can⁠⁠ a person change‌​⁠ this much?’

Though,​ in part, he⁠ understood.

Speedweapon‍​ had long known‍⁠​ why both girls​‍ had gone to‌ such lengths tonight.​‌

‘Because‍⁠ they want to⁠ look good for​​ the President.’

He⁠⁠​ was the only‌ one in the‍ Heavenly Class who⁠​⁠ had noticed their​​⁠ feelings. Not because‍ he was particularly‌​ sharp, but because​ the others were​ terribly slow.

Chloe‍‌ was born an​ assassin—no chance there.‍‍ Rachel was all​​‌ muscle and didn’t‍⁠​ get romance.

‘And‌⁠ Horntail and Leon?⁠‌​ They just don’t​‍​ care about anyone.’​

That’s​​​ why, as a normal guy, he⁠ could empathize with​⁠‌ Abel and Ryozo.​‍

Granted,​​ both girls had‌​ put superhuman effort⁠‍​ into hiding their⁠⁠‌ feelings. But that​ wasn’t enough to⁠‌‍ fool someone like⁠⁠ him.

Honestly,‍⁠​ it was way‌‍⁠ too obvious.

‘And​ by now, they‍⁠ don’t even seem‍ to want to‍ hide it.’

Speedweapon‍ sighed. Suddenly feeling‌‍ thirsty, he downed‌ his juice in⁠‌ one gulp.

“What‌⁠‌ can you do,‍‌ girls? You’ve fallen​​‍ for guys with​⁠ no common sense.‌⁠ Consider it karma.”⁠‍‍

After⁠ the sweet sip,​⁠ he muttered bitterly.‌‌‍ After all, they⁠ were his friends.​‍ All he could⁠ do was silently‌‍‌ support the clash​⁠​ of two rivals⁠ drawn into the​ same battlefield.

“Now‌ that I think‌‌‍ about it, Leon’s⁠ not here.”

If‍‌ he were, the‍‍⁠ atmosphere would’ve been⁠‌ even more charged.‍‍

“Well,​‌ I guess he’s⁠⁠ got other things⁠​‍ to do.”

Attendance‌‍‌ at the ball‍‌​ wasn’t mandatory. Unless​⁠ you held a role like the⁠‍ President’s, it was‌‌‍ just a suggestion.‌‌

So‍ many students simply‌‌⁠ didn’t attend. Some‌‍ thought it was​‌ nonsense, others couldn’t​​ afford the outfit⁠​‍ and preparation.

‘Between‍​ wardrobe and hair,‌⁠ it’s expensive.’

Speedweapon‍‌‌ figured that someone​⁠ as flashy as‌⁠ Leon would definitely​ show up, so‍⁠ he was surprised​​ he hadn’t.

When⁠ he finished his⁠ drink, he got‍⁠​ up to get⁠‍⁠ a refill.

That’s⁠ when he frowned.​⁠ He had noticed‍​ something strange.

A waiter, his back‍‍ turned, was mixing⁠‌‌ a pink powder‌⁠‌ into one of⁠ the drinks. Since‍ the table was‍⁠ in a corner,‍‌‍ no one else⁠ saw.

Grab.‍⁠

Without⁠ a sound, Speedweapon‍‍⁠ approached and grabbed​ the man’s shoulder.⁠

With⁠​‍ firm eyes, he⁠‍ asked.

“What⁠‌​ are you doing?”​

The‌⁠ waiter jumped, stammering,​​ unsure of what‍ to say. Speedweapon‍⁠​ pressed with authority.‍⁠​

“Tell‌‌‍ me. What’s that​ powder you’re putting‍ in the drinks?”​​⁠

Pressed,⁠‌ the waiter shut‌⁠ his eyes tight.‌​ And suddenly, he⁠‌ pulled a dagger‍ from inside his‍⁠ jacket and attacked.‌⁠⁠

“W-what—?”​‍

The​‌ one who was⁠⁠ shocked was the​‌ waiter himself—because Speedweapon‌​ caught the blade‍ in his palm.‍

In​ noir films, characters‍ get stabbed dozens‍ of times and‍‌​ keep going. But‌ that’s fiction.

In‌⁠⁠ reality, even a small cut can​‍‍ paralyze someone. The​ body contracts with‌ the mind. Even⁠‌​ if you can⁠⁠ move, fear weakens‌‍ you. You become‌⁠‍ easier to overpower.⁠⁠‍

That’s‌‌‍ why the waiter—a​‌ self-proclaimed infiltration veteran—chose⁠ to attack outright,⁠‌‍ without excuses or‍‌​ words. If he⁠ could handle it‍⁠⁠ quietly, he could‍‌⁠ cover it up‍‍ afterward.

That​‍‍ was the plan​⁠ to keep the⁠‍ day’s operation running⁠​​ smoothly.

But—‍⁠‌

Speedweapon⁠⁠‌ only slightly furrowed​ his brow. Even⁠⁠ with a knife​ in his hand,​‍‌ he didn’t scream‍ or freeze. After⁠‍⁠ all, he was⁠‌‌ used to dying‌​‍ again and again⁠ in the Heavenly‌ Class. He had⁠‍​ developed a tolerance⁠​⁠ for pain and​‌‌ fear.

“Hurts⁠ more than it​ does in subspace,⁠ though.”

With‍ the blade still​⁠⁠ through his palm,​​ Speedweapon grabbed the‌​ waiter’s hand. Then,‌‍​ with his unharmed‍ right hand, he‌‌ landed a punch‌​‍ straight into the‌⁠⁠ waiter’s jaw.

Thud!‍⁠

The​⁠​ waiter collapsed instantly.‌ His hand still‍ held the knife,‌ which flew through‌​ the air.

Speedweapon‍‍ didn’t waste time⁠⁠⁠ pulling it out​‌ of his hand.‍‌ First, he tried⁠‍‍ to shout to⁠‍ alert the ballroom.​‍ Everything had happened‍‍​ so fast that​ no one had‌⁠​ noticed yet.

“Huh,​‍ eh…”

But‌ at that moment,⁠‌​ his body gave⁠‍‍ out. Not by⁠​ will. His vision‌‌‍ blurred, darkness nibbling⁠‌⁠ at him. His​​⁠ pupils dulled. A second later, his‍⁠ forehead struck the​‌‍ floor. Crack—his nasal⁠ bone broke.

Corners‍‌ are blind spots.⁠ No one pays‌‍ much attention to⁠ them. A few‍⁠​ glanced over, but‍⁠‍ thought he was‌ just a drunk.⁠‍‍ After all, he⁠‍‍ wasn’t the only​ one slumped against‌‍‌ a wall.

“P…‍‌ pres…”

Speedweapon⁠ mumbled with the⁠ little breath he‍‌⁠ had left. But‍⁠‍ his voice never‌​‍ reached the ballroom.‍ Soon after, his​​​ breathing grew faint,⁠⁠‍ and his eyelids⁠‍‌ fell.

***⁠

“Miss.”‌‍

Shail⁠ gently tapped Abel’s‍ shoulder.

Abel,⁠⁠ who had been‍​​ locked in a tense staring contest‍ with Ryozo, turned⁠⁠‍ toward her.

“Hmm?‌ What is it?”‍‍‌

Shail‌⁠‌ raised a finger‌​⁠ and pointed toward‌⁠⁠ a less crowded‍‍⁠ corner.

“I‌ think your friend’s‌ passed out over‌ there.”

Abel⁠⁠‌ squinted and looked‍‌ in the direction⁠​ she pointed. What⁠ she saw was‌‍ Speedweapon’s head slumped‌​‍ on the floor.‌

“…What‍‌ is he doing?”⁠⁠

At‌⁠​ that moment, a middle-aged man holding‌ a wine glass⁠⁠‌ began to sway.​⁠⁠ Others around them​‌​ were also shaking⁠ their heads in⁠ confusion or blinking⁠ heavily.

“What?‌‌‌ I only had‍‌⁠ one drink, and‌‍​ I’m already dizzy…?”⁠​

One‌ by one, guests‌​ collapsed. Their knees‌ buckled, and the‍‍‌ glasses in their‌‍‍ hands shattered against‌‌⁠ the stone floor.​

In⁠ an instant, more‌​ than half the​ ballroom had fallen⁠​ unconscious, their eyes‌⁠ rolled back.

The⁠‍ situation unfolded so​‌ suddenly that no‍​​ one reacted in‍ time.

Amidst‌‌ the chaos, the​ waiters pulled handkerchiefs​‍ over the lower​ halves of their​ faces. Then, they‌ drew hidden daggers⁠ from their sleeves‍ and began closing​‍‌ in.

Shail‌ frowned. From the⁠⁠ way they moved‌ and concealed their‌‍‌ presence, she knew‍‌ they weren’t ordinary‌‍ thugs. And there⁠​ were many of‍ them.

‘Roughly⁠ forty.’

Worse‍ still, the few⁠‌‌ who could fight​⁠ had drunk alcohol.⁠‌​

They​ were barely standing.‌​ Relying on them‌⁠‍ immediately would be⁠‌‍ difficult.

Wasting⁠ no time, Shail​ exchanged glances with⁠‌ Karon and asked.⁠

“Did​​ you drink, Mr.⁠‌‍ Karon?”

“A​‌ sip. But I can fight just‍ fine.”

“As⁠ if I’m worried⁠‍​ about you. By‍​ the way, is‍‍‌ the poison lethal?”⁠

“I‌‍⁠ don’t think so.‍ From what I know, no poison⁠‌ kills with just‌​‍ a few drinks.​‌ Probably a strong⁠‍‍ sedative at most.”‌‌

After‍⁠ confirming that, Shail⁠‌‍ looked to Abel,​⁠ who had had‍​​ her back to‍‍​ them until now.‌​

Abel⁠‌​ went pale for‌‌ a moment, then⁠​ stuck her fingers​‍ down her throat⁠ and forced herself‌‍‍ to vomit.

“Shit…”⁠

She‌⁠⁠ wiped her mouth​⁠‌ with the back⁠ of her hand⁠‌⁠ and, without hesitation,⁠⁠​ grabbed the sword‌‍ she had left‍ leaning against the⁠⁠⁠ wall.

Shail​ and Karon stared⁠‍​ wide-eyed. Only a few seconds had‍‍‌ passed before she‌​​ regained her composure.​ It was an⁠‌⁠ impressive reaction.

“Don’t⁠​‌ tell me to‌ run. I bet‍‍‍ it’s even worse⁠⁠ outside.”

A firm declaration. At​‍ that, Shail and​ Karon smiled and⁠ turned toward the‍⁠ enemies.

“The‍​‍ young lady’s grown‍ quite a bit.”​

“Seems‌ so. We might‌‌ be out of‍‌‌ a job soon.”‌⁠

“Mr.​ Karon, you really​‍‌ should be thinking⁠ about retiring.”

Shail⁠‌⁠ drew a long‌‍ stiletto from its‍‍‍ sheath and pointed‌‍​ it at the⁠⁠⁠ approaching enemies.

“But‌​ I plan to‍‌ serve the Nibelung‌​‌ family to the‍ end.”

“Well,​ I’ll stick around‍⁠ until the young‍‍ lady and Heavenly‍ Sword graduate from​‌‍ this academy.”

“Then​​ I’ll keep serving‌⁠ until the young​⁠ lady’s granddaughter.”

At‌ that moment, the‌⁠​ waiters lunged with​​‌ their knives.

Karon​ calmly scanned them,‌‌​ unfazed by the‌ charge.

“What‍‍ kind of waiters‌‌‌ are these, lacking​‍‌ the most basic‍ skills?”

As‌‌​ he put on‍ a pair of​⁠‍ gloves, he snapped‍ his fingers.

“Let​​‌ me teach you⁠‌‌ the fundamentals.”

Suddenly,‌⁠‍ the attackers froze‍ in their tracks,‌‌ as if they’d⁠ slammed into something⁠ invisible.

Slash!‌‌

A spray of blood​ erupted into the⁠‌‌ air. Chunks of‌‍⁠ flesh and crimson⁠ liquid floated midair,‌⁠​ tangled in fine‍​‍ silver threads like‌ a spiderweb.

“Make‍‌ good use of‍‍‍ it in the⁠‍‍ afterlife.”

Among‌​‍ the scattered, silvery​ web, a monocle‍‌​ glinted. Beneath it,⁠ a fierce smile⁠ made the remaining⁠‍‍ waiters catch their​‍ breath.

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