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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 271: Winter (1)

Chapter 271: Winter (1)

The‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma Karon‌⁠ remembered wasn’t someone⁠‌‌ particularly associated with‌​⁠ diligence. He wasn’t​​‍ irresponsible either—just someone‍ who did “the⁠⁠ bare minimum.”

But‍⁠ lately, something had​ clearly changed. The​⁠ current Kang Geom-Ma—the‍‍ Heavenly Sword—did nothing⁠‍‍ but work day‌ and night.

‘They‌‌​ say the title​​ makes the man.’‌‍

Shail​ seemed surprised too,⁠ though she didn’t⁠​ show it outwardly.⁠‌ Karon could tell​‌ by the way​‍‍ she occasionally glanced‌​‍ at him with‍‍‍ curious eyes, as​​ if she found​​‌ him fascinating.

Shail‌​ often joked around​‌ with him, and‍⁠ Karon understood that⁠‍ her intention was​‍⁠ to draw his⁠‍ attention away from⁠ work, even just‍ a little. That’s​ why he never​‍⁠ said anything or​‌ intervened.

He⁠‌ only gave her⁠ a quiet warning⁠‍⁠ now and then⁠ about jokes that‌ might cross the‍‌ line—especially those that⁠⁠ Miss Abel might​ not appreciate. Shail‌‌‌ would just smile​ and turn away‍‍ without replying.

Between‍⁠⁠ Karon and Shail,⁠⁠‌ the hierarchical roles‍⁠ of butler and⁠‍ maid were fairly⁠ loose.

Even​​‍ though Shail always​⁠​ addressed him formally,​​‌ she had a strong will of​ her own.

And⁠‌‌ Karon accepted her​⁠⁠ opinions when they‌​⁠ made sense—when they​​​ didn’t, he firmly⁠ called her out.‌​

They⁠‌ could be described⁠‍​ as something like‍ a father and⁠​​ daughter. Karon had‌​ watched Shail grow‍ up, and that​ process was key‌ in helping someone‌ once branded a demon rediscover his​ humanity.

Still,⁠‍​ hearing her drop⁠​ such suggestive comments⁠‍⁠ first thing in​⁠ the morning.

Even⁠‌ knowing her intentions,‌⁠⁠ it was more​ than a little‌‌ awkward for Karon,‌‍ now well into‌‍ his mature years.⁠

Sometimes‌‌‌ he couldn’t even‌⁠⁠ tell whether she‌ was joking or‌⁠ being serious.

And⁠‍​ that was something‍⁠ he didn’t dare‌⁠⁠ ask. If she‌‌⁠ were serious, a bloodbath might very​‍ well sweep through‍‍ Castle Sigurd.

‘A‍‍‌ rivalry between Miss⁠ Abel and Shail?’‌‍

If⁠ Shail was serious,‌‍⁠ Karon wouldn’t hesitate​ to support her.⁠‍‌ She was far‍ too talented and‌ beautiful to remain​‌​ in domestic service⁠​​ forever.

Unlike‌ him—who served as​‍ a butler out⁠ of penance—Shail bore‌​‍ no such obligation.‌‌‍ She claimed it⁠ was to repay‌ Lord Orion, but…⁠

‘You’ve⁠​ grown so admirably,​ Shail.’

Karon​​​ imagined those would​​ be Orion’s words⁠ himself. Shail deserved​ to be free.‍⁠​

It‌ was her time‍ to live her‍ own life. She⁠ was in her​ twenties, after all—an‌ age made for⁠ love and companionship.⁠​​

The⁠​‍ only problem was‍ the person in​ question—Kang Geom-Ma himself.‍⁠‌

‘Until⁠‌⁠ recently, there didn’t‌⁠ seem to be‍‍⁠ any tension like‍ that between them…’​‌

Then‌ he recalled something⁠ Shail had once⁠⁠ said in passing⁠‌ about her ideal‌​​ type.

— I like people‌ who are dedicated‌⁠​ to their work‍⁠​ and have a strong sense of‌⁠ duty. Like Lord​‌⁠ Orion. He gave⁠ his life fulfilling⁠‍‌ his duty as‌​ a hero. Even​ in his final‌ moments, the look‍‍ on his face⁠‌ showed he was‍⁠ thankful to carry‌ that burden himself.​⁠‌

“……”‌​⁠

Karon‍⁠ quietly averted his‍ gaze, remembering those‍ words.

In​‌‌ Kang Geom-Ma—now completely‍ absorbed in his‍⁠ duties, even during‌ winter break—he could‌⁠ see Orion’s face.‌⁠ And Shail, always‍‌ nearby, continued to​‌‍ watch him closely.⁠

Perhaps‌ sensing that gaze,​ Kang Geom-Ma slightly⁠‍‌ turned his head.‌ Their eyes met.‌

“Would‍​ you like another‌​ cup?”

It​ was Shail who‍⁠ broke the silence,‍ lifting the teapot⁠‌ slightly.

“Ah,⁠​‌ yes.”

Kang⁠ Geom-Ma emptied his​⁠‌ cup and placed⁠ it back on‍ the table. As⁠ the tea warmed⁠ again, steam gently‍ rose.

In​‍ the slightly dry​​ office, the soft​‍ aroma of herbal​ tea spread. Through‌​ frost-covered windows, the​‌ winter sunlight streamed‌ in, spilling across​⁠ their backs. A bucolic midday in​ the middle of‌⁠‌ winter.

The​​ scenery was tranquil,⁠‍ like a watercolor‍‍‌ painted in soft​‌​ tones on a white canvas.

Kang⁠⁠‌ Geom-Ma took a sip and exclaimed‍ with admiration.

“This​‌‍ is delicious. What​​⁠ kind of tea‍ is it?”

Shail​​ smiled.

“It’s⁠​​ Harrod’s black tea.‍ Both the Swordmaster‍ and Lord Orion‍‌‍ enjoyed it. It’s‍​ usually supplied only⁠⁠ to the British⁠⁠ royal family, but​​ Harrod makes an‍​⁠ exception for Nibelunga.”‍⁠

“And​ is it okay​‌ to be using​​ such exclusive tea​​​ like this?”

“I‌‌‌ deducted it from⁠‍ my monthly salary.‍​‍ Also, I have‌‌ the Swordmaster’s approval.‍ So there’s no​⁠ need to worry.”⁠

“…Now⁠ I’m even more‍​ worried, hearing it’s⁠ from your paycheck.”‍​‍

“Oh​ my.”

Shail‍​ covered her lips‌‌⁠ with one hand‌‌ and spoke in‍‌‌ a clearly theatrical‍ tone.

“I’m​‌ so touched that‍​‍ the Heavenly Sword⁠ is concerned about⁠⁠⁠ my bank account.‌​​ What a gentleman!”⁠​‍

“I‌⁠ only said that‍​‌ because it sounded​‌⁠ expensive. There’s no‍​ deeper meaning.”

“No⁠​⁠ deeper meaning? How‌ can you toy​⁠ with a woman’s​⁠ feelings like that?”‍⁠

Shail’s⁠​‌ perfectly dry eyes⁠‍​ sparkled like freshly⁠​ sun-dried laundry. Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma pointed at​‌ her with irony.⁠

“If​⁠ you’re going to‍‌ pretend to cry,​‍‍ at least moisten‌⁠ your eyes. Crying​ without moving a single muscle in‌‌ your face is‍ creepy.”

“Using⁠‌ the word ‘creepy’​ with a woman⁠ you really have⁠​​ no filter, do‌⁠​ you?”

“In‍‍ the month we’ve‍‍ spent together, you’re‌‍ the one who’s‌​‍ shown no restraint‍‍ in what you‍‍ say.”

“If​ we take away​ ranks, I’m older.”⁠⁠

“But​‍ with ranks in‌⁠ place, I outrank⁠⁠ you.”

Shail‍‍ pouted.

“You’ve‍ changed, Heavenly Sword.​‍ Back in the‌ summer break, you‍‍​ used to blush​⁠‌ just from seeing⁠​ me. Now you’re⁠‌ all corrupted by‍‍‌ the world.”

“I‍ never blushed. And‌⁠‍ if I did,​‌​ it was because​​‌ of your reckless‌⁠ advances.”

Shail‍‌ puffed out her‌ chest proudly.

“I‌​ never crash.”

“Just​‌‌ in case, let‍‌ me remind you⁠ that the speed​ limit in Korea‌ is 120 km/h.‌​⁠ Be careful if​‌ you ever get‍ behind a wheel.”⁠‌

“120​ km/h…? That’s turtle⁠ speed. In the‍​ tortoise and the​⁠‍ hare fable, I was always on‍‌‌ Team Hare. Though…​⁠ rabbit men aren’t‍​ really my type—”⁠‌

“Enough.”​

Kang​ Geom-Ma’s hand shot⁠⁠ straight to the​​ desk drawer.

“……”‍‍​

“……”‍‍‌

Silence⁠‌‌ fell over the‍‌ office like the‌‌ calm after a storm.

Shail‍⁠ let out an‌⁠​ annoyed sigh. But‌‍ even that was​​ part of her⁠‌ act, so Kang​ Geom-Ma simply tuned‍⁠‍ her out. After‍‌‌ living with her⁠​ for a month,‍‍ his instinct for​ detecting Shail’s antics⁠​‍ had sharpened.

She‌‍‌ was a joker.⁠⁠‍ And rather than​ toning it down‌‍‍ over time, her‌‌​ antics only escalated‌⁠​ the more time‌⁠‌ they spent together.‍‌

This‍‍‌ very moment was‍⁠‌ proof of that.‌‌ A grown woman​ dropping rabbit-themed innuendos​‌⁠ on a minor.​ Good thing Kang​‍​ Geom-Ma was technically⁠ of age—otherwise, her​ flirting would be​‌⁠ skirting the edge‍ of legality.

“Heavenly⁠‍‍ Sword, sitting for⁠‍‌ too long is​‍ bad for your⁠‍​ back. A man’s‍​‌ back is his​‍ life!”

“You​ should get some​⁠ fresh air. Pretend‌⁠ it’s a date⁠​⁠ with me, let’s​‍ go?”

“My⁠ night is more‌⁠ beautiful than your​​‍ day.”

“You‍‌ need to eat​ well to stay‍ strong. This eel‍ lunch will restore‍​​ your energy. Aaah~”‌

That‍⁠ was her usual​‌‌ script.

Shail​‍​ linked every conversation‍⁠‌ back to that‍​​ kind of teasing.​​‍

And‌​ the only way⁠⁠​ to survive unscathed‍‌‍ was to either⁠⁠ ignore her completely‌ or crush her⁠⁠​ with rank—which she‍ absolutely hated.

‘And⁠⁠​ to think I used to believe⁠‍‍ Shail was the‍‌‍ most normal one​⁠​ here.’

That‍​⁠ serious attitude she​‌⁠ showed at Castle‍ Sigurd must’ve been‍‍‍ for Abel and‍‍ the Swordmaster’s sake.⁠⁠⁠

Her⁠ true personality was⁠ someone who shamelessly⁠⁠‌ voiced her darkest‌ desires.

Shail⁠ was a pervert.​‌‍ The living embodiment‍‌ of lust.

‘I‍‍⁠ should’ve realized it⁠‍⁠ when she floored⁠ it downhill, snorting‍ steam from her‌‌​ nose…’

Kang‍‍ Geom-Ma sighed. Finding‌‌‍ someone normal was‍⁠ proving difficult.

As‍⁠ the great sage​​ once said, in‍⁠ any group of​‍​ five people, one’s​​ bound to be​ insane.

But⁠‍⁠ around him, when​ five gathered—all five‍ were insane! Even‍‍‍ the seemingly sane‌ ones turned out​ to be utterly‍ broken. Kang Geom-Ma‍‍‌ lamented his social​​ circle.

Though⁠‍ really, he’d forgotten‌‌ one important detail—“Tell​​⁠ me who you‍ walk with, and‍⁠⁠ I’ll tell you‌‌ who you are.”⁠⁠⁠ Lunatics stick together.​⁠​

If⁠‍‌ he was at⁠‌ the center of​ that circle, then‌‍⁠ it was only​​ natural his madness⁠‍​ would spread to⁠ the others.

“A‍ report just arrived‌⁠ from the Sacred‍‌​ Knights.”

Karon,‌ who had remained‍‍ silent until now,​‌‍ finally spoke, with‍​⁠ a deep breath⁠​ he tried to‍⁠ stifle.

“They’ve‍‌ begun the purification⁠ of the Gate‌⁠ of Gehenna.”

Karon⁠‍‌ was usually the‌ one relaying reports.‌‍ Kang Geom-Ma was​ far too busy‌ to check every‌‍ update himself.

“The‌‍ formation of the‍ joint army between‌‌ the Association and⁠‍ the Knights, as​⁠ you ordered, is‌⁠ also progressing smoothly.‍ The squad captain‌ said there’s nothing⁠‍⁠ to worry about.”​

Kang​ Geom-Ma nodded.

“To‍ get all that‍ done in just‍⁠ a month impressive.‌‌ Send a message‍‍​ to the captain—I‍⁠​ want to meet‌ with him when‌​ he has time.‍​ Come to think⁠‍ of it, we​ haven’t even spoken‌‍‍ face to face.”‍

“Understood.​ A message also⁠⁠ arrived from the‍ Lancelot Company.”

Lancelot​​⁠ Company. The hero​‍​ agency to which​​‍ All Mute belonged.‌⁠

“Actually,⁠‌ it’s not just⁠ Lancelot. Many other​​ hero agencies, both​ domestic and international,⁠‍ have expressed interest‌⁠ in joining you.”‍‌‍

Kang‍ Geom-Ma’s eyes widened.​‍ He hadn’t expected‍⁠ such a surge⁠ of support.

Humanity​‌⁠ was no longer‍‌ safe. The age‍⁠ of peace was​‌ over.

Demons‌​​ could invade at‍⁠‌ any moment.

And‍‍ Kang Geom-Ma didn’t‌ deny it—the great‌‌⁠ war, expected in‍‍ two years, was⁠ approaching fast.

That’s‌⁠ why, in the​‌⁠ name of the​‍ Seven Stars, he⁠⁠‌ began recruiting heroes.‍‍​ To face the‍​⁠ demons. To reignite⁠​ a sense of​‌ duty dulled by⁠ peace.

It‌​ was a mission‍‌ he had to⁠ fulfill during this‍ winter break. And‍ he knew it‌ wouldn’t be easy.‍

“Hero‍ agencies don’t move‌⁠ without money. So⁠ why now…?”

In‌‍‌ a world with‍⁠ such a rigid​ class system, there‌​‍ were fears that‌‍ the voice of‌‌‍ a commoner—even one⁠‌‍ of the Seven‍​⁠ Stars—might not carry‌‌ enough weight.

But​​ apparently, those fears‍‌​ were unfounded.

“If⁠⁠ humanity goes extinct,‌ money becomes nothing‍‌ more than paper.​‌ Our ideal has‌‍⁠ always been profit,​‍‍ but right now,​ supporting the Heavenly​ Sword is the‍‍ best way to⁠ preserve that ideal.⁠‌⁠ —All the hero‍​​ agencies.”

Karon’s⁠​ usually dry tone​‍ softened as he‌‌‌ quoted them.

“That⁠ was their official‍ statement. But the‌​⁠ truth is—they want‌​​ to follow your​ lead. To walk⁠ the path you’re‍‍ carving.”

Kang‍⁠‌ Geom-Ma barely opened​​ his mouth to⁠‌ reply, but Shail‌‍​ spoke first.

“The‍ world is changing.”‌

She‌ smiled gently.

“People⁠‍ are no longer‍ bound by status.⁠​⁠ They can speak‌‍ freely. And they’re‍‌⁠ asking themselves what‌⁠ they can do​​⁠ to help you,​ Heavenly Sword. Because‌‌ everyone knows—everything you’ve‌‌​ done has always​⁠ been for humanity’s⁠ sake.”

Shail‌‍⁠ placed the teapot⁠ on the table​⁠ and moved to‌ stand beside Karon.​⁠ The two exchanged​ a brief glance.‌⁠⁠ Then, they bowed​‍ in unison.

Karon‌‌ spoke.

“We’ll⁠‌​ depart for Switzerland‍‌ tomorrow.”

It‍‌ wasn’t a surprise.​​ It was part​‌⁠ of the arrangement⁠ they had made.⁠‍

“Over‍ this past month,‍ we’ve seen you​‍​ work tirelessly—day and‍‍‍ night.”

Shail⁠ added.

“And⁠⁠‍ even though your‍‍⁠ actions must remain​⁠ confidential, we will​‍ never forget them.​ It’s been an‍‍ honor to serve​ you, even if⁠‍ only briefly.”

In⁠⁠​ that moment—

Memories⁠‌ flickered through his​⁠ mind.

— Sitting too long⁠ is bad for‍ your back.
When he leaned‍​ back in the‍⁠ chair.

— You should go​⁠‍ get some air.‍⁠
When he had‍ spent three straight​⁠⁠ days holed up‌​ in the office.​‌‌

— My night is‌‌ more beautiful than⁠​​ your day.
When his day-night‍‌ rhythm flipped completely.‍

— You need to​ eat to stay‌ strong.
When he skipped‌‍​ meals entirely.

Kang⁠‌‍ Geom-Ma stood and‌⁠‌ stepped between the​ two of them.​‌​ He reached out​‍ and embraced them​‌‍ tightly.

“…I’m‌‍‌ the one who’s‌⁠ grateful.”

His⁠‌ voice was barely⁠ a whisper, as⁠​ if something were​ caught in his⁠‌ throat.

“Thank‍‍ you.”

Two⁠‍​ pairs of hands‍​ patted his back.​‌ The warmth of​‌‍ three people spread‍​‌ through the heart​‍ of the harsh​​⁠ winter.

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