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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 268: Holy Relic (1)

Chapter 268: Holy Relic (1)

“I‍‍ wanted to convey⁠‍ these words. On⁠ behalf of all‍‌ humanity in this‌‌ world—those who owe‌‌​ you so much⁠​‍ already and will⁠ continue to do​‌ so in the⁠ future—I thank you‍⁠⁠ deeply. Of course,‍​‌ I include myself‌​ among them. The‌‌‌ items I’ve sent⁠⁠​ you are a small token of⁠ that gratitude. I hope they will‍ prove useful to⁠‍ you in the​‍​ days ahead.”

With‍⁠ those words, I took my leave‌⁠ of the Pope.​‌‍

I politely declined Priest‌​ Welter’s offer to⁠ escort me to​​ the dormitory.

Who‌​​ was escorting whom,⁠‍ anyway? That scrawny⁠‌⁠ little man looked⁠‍ like he’d snap‍‍ if I so‍‌ much as touched‌​ him.

I left the hospital.‍ I paused for​‍​ a moment in⁠‍ front of the⁠​ main doors, but⁠‍ soon resumed walking.‌​

Instead​‍ of heading straight‍​‍ to the dormitory,⁠​ I veered off‌​ toward the office.‌

I was curious about‍‍ the items the​⁠ Pope had sent​‍‍ me. Considering his‍⁠ status, it was​‍ only natural to‌ have high expectations.⁠ As he said,⁠‍‍ if they might‍⁠ be useful in‌​⁠ the future, they⁠ surely weren’t ordinary.‌ I figured they‍‍‌ were a kind‍‍‍ of reward.

‘I​ didn’t ask for⁠ it, but I’ll​ take it anyway.’‌

Though‍​ at that moment,‍⁠ exhaustion was stronger⁠‌⁠ than curiosity.

‘It’s‌⁠⁠ not like the‌‌​ items are going‍​ to run away.’⁠​⁠

Of⁠‌ course, there was‍⁠ another reason. To​ get to the‍ office, all I had to do⁠ was take a shortcut. To reach‌‍‍ the dormitory, I’d‌⁠ have to cross‌ half the campus.‍‌‍ Besides, if I saw anyone suspicious,‍‍ I’d have to⁠‍ stop and question​​ them.

I also wanted to⁠​‍ inspect the general‍ atmosphere around the​​‍ academy. Despite my‌ fatigue, I decided‌‍​ to take the‌ long route for‌​⁠ that reason.

I buttoned up my⁠ coat, pulled my‌⁠​ hat down to​‍ my eyebrows, and⁠ began walking across‍‍ campus.

The⁠⁠ winter wind bit‍ at the back‍⁠⁠ of my neck,⁠ cutting straight through‍⁠‌ to the bone.‌⁠​

“Winter‌ break definitely starts⁠‍‌ tomorrow. This cold⁠​ is proof enough.”​

I zipped up my‍‍ coat to the​​‍ top and scanned⁠ the surroundings with‍⁠‍ narrowed eyes.

Though⁠ everyone was bundled⁠‌ up, no one⁠‍ stood out. If​ I’d dressed any‌ lighter, I would’ve⁠‍ drawn attention.

As⁠‍⁠ I was, I looked like a back-alley informant watching​ the shadows from⁠ within the daylight.‍ A touch of​⁠​ noir, you could‌ say.

Or‍‌⁠ maybe not.

“If‍ it weren’t for‍ Lord Heavenly Sword…”‍‍⁠

That‍ was when I heard a sob.‍ I only turned⁠ my eyes in‍ that direction.

Two‍ students were seated​​‌ on a bench.⁠‍​ One was trembling⁠‍ with fear, while​‌​ the other gently​‌ comforted her, stroking‍⁠‌ her shoulder.

The‌ one who was‌‌⁠ crying spoke as​ if confessing her⁠​‌ sins.

“…I‌​‍ can’t imagine what‍ would’ve happened. Not‍⁠ just this time—even‍​ during the Joaquin‌⁠⁠ tragedy. I owe‍‌​ him my life⁠ twice over.”

It’s⁠‍ not common for⁠ people to speak​ well of someone​ behind their back.⁠‌​ Usually it’s the⁠‌ opposite. I’d seen⁠‌ it countless times‍ while working at‍‌‍ the Japanese restaurant—people‌⁠​ pretending to be​⁠‌ neutral while secretly‍ nurturing friendship.

“Until⁠⁠ the start of⁠⁠​ this year, I was badmouthing him⁠ too… I’m ashamed.​‌‍ But now it’s‍ too late to​‍​ ask for forgiveness.⁠ And surely someone​‌ as busy as⁠ him wouldn’t even‍ notice someone like‍​ me.”

And‌‌​ that’s exactly why⁠​ words spoken behind⁠ one’s back tend‍ to be more‌‌‌ sincere. Confessions that​ rise up from‌⁠‌ the depths.

“The​​‍ least I can‌‌ do is live​​ with gratitude, as‌‌⁠ a form of​ redemption. It’s too​ late, but at⁠‍‍ least I can​ support him from‍ afar.”

They​⁠ say birds hear‍⁠ words during the​‌‌ day, and mice⁠‍​ at night.

And‌​​ in this gray‌ coat, it almost⁠‌​ felt like they‌‌‍ were talking about‌​​ me.

Didn’t‍ feel so bad​‍⁠ to be a mouse.

I didn’t hold back‌​‌ the smile tugging‍‍​ at my lips⁠‍‌ and continued on​‍ my way.

This‌ little walk was‍‍⁠ going to take⁠​ longer than expected.⁠‍​

***​‌‌

The​ next day, the⁠‍ winter break opening​ ceremony was held‍‍ in a simplified⁠⁠ format, with each​​ instructor relaying the‍ message separately to‌⁠‌ their respective class.‌⁠

This​⁠​ was because a tragedy had occurred⁠​ only two days⁠ earlier, and it​ was necessary to‌‌‌ disperse the students.⁠⁠

The⁠‌ cadets accepted the‍​‍ academy’s decision without‌⁠ complaint. After the‍‍ brief ceremony, they⁠⁠​ quickly left Joaquin⁠‌ Academy.

Although‍‌‌ the incident had⁠ come to an​​ end, there was‌ still work to‍​ be done. Emptying‍⁠ the dormitories would‌ help both student​‌⁠ safety and the⁠⁠ recovery process.

I went to see‌ Volundr right after​⁠‍ the ceremony. I couldn’t stop worrying‍​ about Murasame’s loose‍ hilt.

Volundr‌‌ grumbled, but took‍‌​ on the task.‍‍

“You’re​⁠​ making me work⁠ just as winter⁠‍‌ break is starting?”⁠​​

I felt a little‌‍ guilty, but there​‍⁠ was no way​ around it. If‍ I didn’t fix​‍‍ it now, Murasame‌​​ would be in​​​ poor shape for‍ two whole months…‌‍ What kind of‌​‍ father would leave⁠​ his child sick​‌‌ and unattended? As‍⁠ a bearer of​‍‌ the blade—as a father—that was unacceptable.⁠‌

“In​ exchange, I’ll pay‌​ you generously.”

“Ah,‌ Heavenly Sword, do‌ you think I have a choice?⁠ Fine, fine, I’ll‌‍‌ make this forge‌‌‍ shine like never‍‌⁠ before.”

***⁠‍‍

I returned to the​ office. By the⁠⁠⁠ time I finished‍ my work, the​ sun was already⁠​⁠ setting.

I watched from the​​‍ window as the​​‍ students departed. The‌ academy was deserted,‍​ and only then‍ did I let⁠ out a sigh‌ of relief.

“Phew…​​‌ Another year done.”⁠​

As⁠⁠ I sank into‍⁠ the chair, Shail⁠‍‌ tilted the teapot.‍‍​ The gentle aroma‌‌ of chamomile tea⁠‌‌ filled the office.​

“Good‌ work, Heavenly Sword,”​ she said.

Beside‍‍ her, Karon gave‌‍ me a warm‌​‌ look. I offered​‍​ a faint smile‌‍⁠ and took a sip of tea.‌‌⁠ I felt the‍‍‍ stress in both‍⁠ body and mind⁠ begin to ease.‍‍⁠

Karon⁠ and Shail would​⁠‌ remain at the⁠ academy to assist‍ the Heavenly Sword.⁠‍ For now, they⁠⁠ could leave Castle‍‍ Sigurd without issue.⁠‍​ After all, during‌ the break, Abel‍​​ would be in‍⁠​ Switzerland, caring for⁠ the Swordmaster.

I accepted the offer.‌‌‍ There was no⁠‌ reason to refuse⁠‌‌ their continued presence.‍ Even though the⁠ Hero Association was​‌ established and the​‍‍ Order of Sacred‌ Knights had joined⁠‍ in, there was‍​ never enough personnel.‍‌

Of‍‍ course, I made‍ it clear they‍‍​ could leave at⁠⁠ any time if‍⁠ their original duties‌​ required it.

Karon‍⁠‍ and Shail expressed⁠⁠​ their thanks, and⁠ both sides were‌ content with the​ arrangement.

‘In‍‌ the end, I’ve‌ spent both the​​‍ summer and winter⁠‌⁠ breaks with these​ two.’

A butler and a maid. This noble⁠⁠⁠ lifestyle, which had​⁠ never been part‍⁠​ of my plans,⁠ still felt a little foreign. That’s​⁠⁠ why I chose‍ to treat them‌ not as employees‍‍​ but as permanent‍​‌ support personnel.

“How’s​‌ the tea?”

“It‌‍ has a nice‌⁠‌ chamomile aroma.”

Well,‌​​ that was my‌​‌ take. The other‍​‍ party might think⁠‌‍ differently. Acting naturally‌⁠ was probably best​‌ for everyone.

I took another sip‍ and set the‌ cup down. Then⁠‌‍ I glanced toward⁠‌ a corner of‌⁠ the desk.

A small, palm-sized box‌‌ with its lid​​⁠ open. Inside, wrapped‌‍ in a reddish​⁠‍ silk cloth, was‌​​ a long piece​‌ of metal. It‌⁠‍ looked like a rusty nail or‌​‍ stake.

‘Why⁠ did the Pope​⁠‍ give me this?’‍‌‍

The​‌​ problem was, I didn’t know what‌ it was for.⁠‍ Come to think⁠​ of it, I hadn’t even asked.⁠ I was too‍‍ overwhelmed yesterday.

‘Does⁠ it come with‌ a user manual…?’⁠⁠

I couldn’t touch it​⁠ carelessly. I feared⁠ a message like‌‌ “The Blessing of⁠‌​ the God of‍​ the Sword has‍ been activated” would‌​‍ pop up right⁠ in front of⁠⁠ my eyes.

That‌‍ blessing is so‍​ rigid, it recognizes⁠ anything as a sword.

Now​‍ that I think‌​ about it, sashimi⁠⁠ isn’t even a sword to begin⁠ with.

It’s​​‌ a kitchen knife.⁠⁠​ Maybe a dao,⁠ but clearly not​​‍ a sword. There’s‌ a big difference.‌​

‘Just‍‌‌ in case, it‌‌​ might even register​​‌ this nail as‍⁠ a sword just​ because it’s made‍‌ of metal.’

As‍‍‌ I frowned at‍⁠‌ the object, Shail​ glanced at it‌ too. Suddenly, she​‍ let out a gasp.

“Don’t‌ tell me this‌ is…”

“You‌⁠⁠ know what it​ is?”

Shail​ nodded quickly and‌ explained.

“I‍​‌ saw it in​​ an illustration in⁠‌ a book back⁠‌‌ when I was⁠‌ a cadet. I wasn’t sure at‌‌‌ first, but the⁠‍ more I look‌‍​ at it… yes,‌​ I’m certain.”

Ah,​​ right—Shail used to‍‌ read a lot⁠ of books. Even​ during that undead‍ dungeon expedition, she‍​​ was the one‌ who deciphered the‍​ runes.

Her‍‍⁠ reaction was so​‌‌ intense that Karon⁠‍ also looked over.⁠ She tilted her‌ head, just like‍‍ I did, with‍‍ no idea what​​‍ the nail was.‌⁠‍

“Take‍ a closer look.⁠‌​ You can touch⁠​‍ it if you⁠‍​ want.”

I offered it to‌‌⁠ her first. Shail‍⁠​ didn’t hesitate.

“Thank​‍ you, Heavenly Sword.”‍⁠‍

With​​ eyes lit by⁠ scholarly fervor, she‍​ carefully examined the‌​ nail. After a few moments, she⁠⁠⁠ gently placed it‍​ back in its‍‍ box.

Shail⁠‌ lowered her voice‍​‍ and spoke with​ solemnity.

“This⁠‌ is a Holy‌‍​ Stake.”

“A​​ holy stake? That’s​‌ a sacred relic!”⁠‌

Karon​ startled, her eyes‍‌ wide, staring at‍​⁠ the rusted nail—no,​​ the sacred stake.‍

“The‍ Church of the​⁠ Outer God is‌⁠ the oldest existing‌‍ religion.”

Shail‌‌ continued her explanation,‌​⁠ leaving Karon in‌ the dust.

“While‌ the current calendar​⁠ is derived from​‍ other religions, the​‌ one that’s had​ the greatest influence​ on human history⁠⁠‍ is the Church‍ of the Outer‌‍‍ God. That’s why​​⁠ it once safeguarded⁠​ one of the‌‍​ three great sacred⁠‌ relics still in​‌ existence the Holy‌‍ Grail, the Sacred​‌ Sword, and the‍⁠ Holy Stake. Though​ they no longer‍ possess them, of‌⁠ course.”

I asked calmly.

“Is‍ a relic that‌ impressive?”

“‘Impressive’‍‌ doesn’t even begin‍‌ to cover it!”⁠​⁠

Karon⁠‍​ responded dramatically, visibly⁠‍‍ shaken.

“Relics‍‌ are deeply tied⁠ to the dead​‍‍ gods. Each one‍​‍ embodies immense sanctity.‍‍ The Holy Grail…”‍​

The‌​​ Holy Grail, the‍⁠⁠ vessel that holds‌ the gods.

The⁠ Sacred Sword, the‍ weapon wielded by‍‌ the gods.

The‍‌ Holy Stake, the‍ nail that seals‍​​ the gods.

It’s‌‌‍ said that, aside⁠ from the Holy‌‌ Stake, the other​‍ two were lost⁠ long ago. Some‌ even doubt their⁠​‍ existence, since there‌ are no reliable⁠ records.

But⁠‍ the only one⁠ that endures is​ the Holy Stake—the​​ nail that seals‌‍ the gods.

‘The​‌ fact that it‌‌⁠ ranks above an‌ artifact says it​ all.’

And‍ yet, why would‌‌‍ the Pope entrust‍‍⁠ it to me?‌⁠ He didn’t mean​ for me to‌ melt it down‌ and use it⁠​ to strengthen a weapon, did he?⁠‍

“……”⁠‌

…Should​ I use it⁠‍​ to reinforce a weapon? You never​⁠ know.

‘What​​ if it could‌ upgrade an A+‍ weapon to SSS?’​‍‌

As​‍ I wondered whether​⁠ I should go⁠ see Volundr again,​‍‌ Shail spoke up‍​ with a sharp‌⁠​ look.

“Just‍​‌ to be clear—only‌ as a possibility—relics‍⁠ can’t be used⁠ as enhancement materials.​‍‌ No weapon can‍ withstand the sanctity‍ they contain. It’s⁠ the same reason‍‍ you can’t enhance​​⁠ a weapon with‍‍‌ an artifact.”

“I​ see. But come​​‍ on, who would‍⁠‌ use a relic⁠ as enhancement material?​ I’d have to‌‍‌ be insane.”

I felt two stares‌ fixed on me.⁠‌​

“……”‌

“……”‌

Even‌‍ more intense stares.​​

“I⁠‍ admit I thought‌​‌ about it for​⁠ a moment. Out‍⁠‍ of ignorance. It’s⁠⁠⁠ not a crime​⁠‍ to not know,‍​​ right?”

“That’s‍ all you admit‍​‌ to?”

“What⁠ else am I supposed to confess?”​

“Uh…⁠‍ better not say.⁠‌​ I nearly crossed⁠ the line.”

“I​ think you already‌​‌ did.”

“Considering​⁠​ our long relationship,​​‍ I hope you’ll‍​​ let it slide.‍‌ Unless this maid‍⁠​ must personally attend‌ to your nights,​‌ Heavenly Sword.”

I looked at her‍​ silently and nodded.‍​

“I’ll‍ let it slide.”‌

“Ouch.⁠‍ Do I seem⁠​⁠ that unappealing to‍​ you?”

“I’m‍ a minor.”

“You⁠ think anyone actually⁠‍⁠ considers you a minor? Biologically, sure,​ you’re seventeen, but⁠ mentally you’re like‌ a man nearing​ forty.”

“……”‌‍‍

“And⁠ I’m an adult.‍⁠​ In my radiant​‌ twenties.”

“Still⁠ no. I’m not⁠‍ interested.”

“Now⁠‍⁠ that hurt…”

“How‍‌ much longer are‍‍‌ we going to​‍⁠ keep this up?”‍

“I‍​ went too far‌ with the joke,⁠‌ Seven-Star Hero. I’m‍‌ sorry.”

“Huff…”​‌‌

I turned back to‍​ the Holy Stake.⁠

At‌​‌ the very least,‌‍ I now knew‍​ it was an‍ incredible item—if even​‍ two people who⁠‌ had seen all‌‌‌ sorts of treasures‍​ in Nibelung reacted​‌ like that. But⁠‍‍ its purpose was​‍ still a mystery.‍‌

‘Should​​‍ I ask the‌‌‌ Pope? He said‍​ he’d be at⁠ the academy until⁠⁠ tomorrow.’

I doubted he’d give‍ a straight answer,​‌​ but asking seemed⁠‍ better than doing​ nothing. At least‍ it would show‌​ I made an‍ effort to find​​ out.

I activated the [Blessing‍​⁠ of Insensitivity to‌​ Pain] and reached⁠⁠ out toward the​ Holy Stake. At‌‍​ that moment, a blinding light exploded.‍

Flash!​

I let out an‌‍ involuntary groan. I barely managed to‌ open my eyes,‍‌ which I had‌‍‌ tightly shut.

“……!”‌‍

A vast desert of‍ pure white, as‌‍ if the ground‍​ and sky had‍‍‌ been painted in‍​ chalk. In the‍‍‍ middle of that​​ space stood a hazy figure, its‍‌‍ back turned to‌⁠‌ me.

Slowly,‌⁠ it turned around.​​

— It’s been almost‌‌ a year since⁠‍ we met in⁠ a dream, hasn’t‌‍ it?

A featureless face, with‍⁠ only a smiling​‍‌ mouth and a row of perfectly​​​ aligned teeth. Its​⁠ entire body was‍‌ as white as​‌‍ the surrounding space,‌⁠⁠ as though it‌​ were part of​ the landscape itself.⁠​‍

“You…”‌⁠‍

I knew that presence—that‌ overwhelming sense of​⁠ transcendence that seemed‌​‍ to gaze down​⁠ upon the world.​

— It’s been a while.

Said‌⁠ the God of‌ the Sword, welcoming‍⁠​ me.

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