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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 273: Winter (3)

Chapter 273: Winter (3)

After‍‌ Karon, who was‌ in charge of⁠ reports, departed, Arthur,​​ the captain of‌‍​ the knights of‌ the Outer Church,‍ took over his​‍⁠ role.

Arthur‌‌‍ was an exemplary⁠ knight, which explained⁠ why he insisted‍​‌ on wearing heavy‌ armor even indoors.​⁠​

After⁠​ spending several days​‍‌ with him, Kang⁠⁠​ Geom-Ma had come​‍ to understand part‍​​ of his personality—a‍‍‌ tenacious man, or‍‌‍ in other words,⁠‍​ not very flexible.‌‌

Even‍ so, thanks to⁠‌⁠ that inflexibility, his‍‌ reports were fast‍⁠ and accurate. He‌‌​ skipped unnecessary pleasantries.⁠

“So,‍⁠‌ Director Media and​⁠ Lady Meain are⁠ also present. I will first report​‌​ to the Heavenly‌ President, then address‍ you both.”

That⁠‌⁠ kind of attitude​ shone in situations⁠⁠ like this. Kang⁠‍⁠ Geom-Ma appreciated this⁠‍‍ quality in Arthur,⁠ which made up‌⁠ for his lack‍​ of tact.

“If​​‌ I may read​‍⁠ the exact contents​‍​ of the urgent‌​‍ message—”

Arthur⁠ bowed his head​‌​ toward Kang Geom-Ma,‌ avoiding eye contact⁠⁠ as if standing​​⁠ before an emperor.​

“‘The‍ hero Leon van​ Reinhardt has been‍‍ sighted in the‍ heart of the‍⁠‌ demon world.’ That​ was the last‌⁠ message received from​​​ the Auditore.”

Suppressing‍‌‌ his confusion, Arthur‍ completed the report.‍

“We’ve‌ tried to reestablish‌ contact, but have​ had no success.⁠ It could be‍ due to environmental⁠‍‍ differences between Gehenna​ and this world,‍⁠‌ but given the‌ severity of the⁠‍⁠ situation, it’s very‌⁠ likely that something⁠⁠ happened.”

Kang‍​‌ Geom-Ma barely reacted‌⁠‍ outwardly, but his‍⁠ mind was boiling‍ with thoughts.

‘The⁠‌​ day of the‌⁠‍ Joaquin incident… Leon‍​ was chatting with‍‍ that demon.’

He‌ rubbed his forehead⁠‌ and recalled.

The⁠ demon who spoke⁠‍​ with Leon resembled⁠​ Kuarne, the Second⁠​ Corps Commander. Perhaps‌ it was an‍ avatar.

But​ the more he‍‌⁠ thought about it,​⁠‌ the more he‌⁠ felt it wasn’t​‍‍ the real Kuarne.‍​

‘As​ similar as he​ looked, he didn’t​‌‌ have Kuarne’s overwhelming‌ aura.’

Besides,​ if it had‍ been him, he​ wouldn’t have fallen​‍ so easily.

‘What‌ matters isn’t whether‍ it was Kuarne​ or not.’

He‌⁠ shook his head.‍ His thoughts were‍ going in pointless‍‌⁠ directions.

The‌ crucial question was‌⁠ why Leon had⁠‍ met someone like⁠ that—not who that‌‌ someone was.

During‌ his hospitalization, Leon​‍​ had refused all⁠​ visitors.

When​​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma went​​‍ to see him​‌ on his discharge⁠ date, the nurse​⁠​ told him Leon​ had already left⁠ two days prior.‍‌‍ He had fled⁠ the academy.

They⁠⁠⁠ couldn’t even trace​ his whereabouts.

The‍ phone number listed‌⁠ in his documents‌⁠ didn’t respond, and⁠ his supposed family‍‍​ in Germany turned⁠ out to be‌ nonexistent.

Everything‍‌⁠ about Leon was​ a lie.

And‍ that gave Kang⁠‍ Geom-Ma a strong‍​⁠ sense of déjà‌​ vu. He only‍‌ knew one other‍ person whose entire‍ background was a complete fabrication.

Himself,​⁠ Kang Geom-Ma.

Because‍ he—

‘The‍⁠‌ body you possessed‌⁠ upon arriving in​‌ this world was⁠ Lycan’s, the true​‌ Demon Sword.’

And‍‌‌ Lycan had been‍​ the First Corps‌ Commander of the​‌ demon army.

That’s​⁠​ why everything about‌‍‌ his past had​‌‌ been completely erased.‌‍‍

The‌⁠​ same could be‍ true for Leon.‍‌

If‍⁠‌ every connection he‌ had to this‌​ world was false,‍‍‌ only one possibility⁠​​ remained.

‘Leon‌​⁠ is also deeply​⁠‍ linked to the‍‍ demons.’

He⁠ didn’t believe Leon​ had a demon’s⁠⁠⁠ body like himself.⁠ It was just​⁠⁠ a hunch, but⁠ he trusted it.⁠

At⁠⁠ the very least,⁠ Leon wasn’t a demon like he‌ was.

“Heavenly‍‍‌ Sword, please issue​‍⁠ an order.”

Arthur​​​ slightly raised his‌‌ head while still‌‌‍ kneeling.

There‍​ would be time​⁠‍ to think later.‌‍

Kang​⁠⁠ Geom-Ma began organizing‍ the situation.

“This⁠​​ must be kept​⁠​ secret. Make sure​‌ nothing leaks.”

“Yes,​‍ sir.”

“And‍‍‍ once you leave​ here, contact the‌⁠ unit stationed in⁠‍‌ Hawaii. Tell them⁠⁠ not to approach‍‌ the gate under‍​‍ any circumstances, and‌​⁠ absolutely do not⁠ attempt to enter.”​⁠

Arthur’s⁠​​ eyes widened.

‘Isn’t‌​⁠ he going to​‍ rescue the Auditore‌ in the demon⁠‌⁠ world?’

That’s⁠​ what his eyes​ said.

He​ understood. It could‍ seem cold and‌​‌ heartless. But his​‌ warning had a solid basis.

“Gehenna​‌⁠ is extremely harmful‍‍‍ to humans.

Anyone‌ not specially trained​ could contract incurable‍‍ diseases. You know‌‍‌ this better than‍ I do.”

“Ah…​⁠‌ yes.”

“That’s‌‌‌ why the Auditore‌ spent months training⁠ for adaptation to‍‍ the demon world.‍⁠‍ If we send‌‍⁠ heroes directly to‍⁠​ rescue them, it‍​ would be a suicide mission.”

“I’m‌ sorry for not‌​⁠ understanding your deeper‍⁠ intention. Please forgive⁠⁠​ the interruption. Please⁠‌​ continue.”

“No‌ need for apologies.”⁠‌‍

Arthur’s‌‌​ speech was as‍​​ elaborate as his⁠ armor. Over-the-top chivalrous.​​

“In​‌​ any case, the‍ Auditore are extremely⁠​‌ agile, even among‍​ heroes. Sending a rescue team now‌ would be premature.”‍‍‌

At‍‌⁠ the word “but,”‌‌ Arthur swallowed hard.⁠

“…That‍‌‌ doesn’t mean we’ll​⁠​ abandon them. They‍⁠​ went under my‌ orders. Their fate‌‍‌ is my responsibility.”​

“That‌⁠​ can’t be!”

Arthur​ shot up, his‌ armor clanking.

“We‌⁠ cannot allow you‍​ to go personally!‌ Instead, we’ll send​⁠ knights from our​ order. While few,‌ some are trained‍‍‍ in demon world‍⁠ adaptation. We can‌ send them to⁠⁠ scout the area‌ before you—”

“I⁠‍‌ never said I was going.”

“…Pardon?”‌‍⁠

Arthur‍​ looked dumbfounded.

“Who‍​ knows the geography‍‌‍ of the demon​⁠‌ world best?”

“Well‍‍ I suppose the⁠‌ demons do.”

“Correct.‌‌ Then we can⁠‌ get one of‍​ them to tell‍‌ us how the​ Auditore are doing.”⁠‌

Arthur​‍ was stunned. If⁠​‌ the pope had‍​‍ seen him, he‌‍‍ would have said​‍ he looked like​‍ an idiot.

“Ah!”​​

Suddenly,⁠ Arthur shouted with‌​ a eureka expression.‌‌

“You‍⁠ captured those dark‌⁠‍ elves and imprisoned​ them in the‍‍ Association’s prison! Then‌ what you mean​ is… use them‍‌‌ as a reconnaissance⁠‍⁠ team!”

According‍‌⁠ to recent reports,‌⁠​ the dark elves​‍ in the underground​ prison were living‍⁠ well. They enjoyed​​⁠ plant-based meat and⁠ had gained weight.‍

Their⁠‍​ once-ashen skin was⁠‍‌ now so fair‍‌​ they looked more​⁠​ like normal elves.‌

“They’re⁠‌ no good.”

Kang​ Geom-Ma shook his‍‍ head.

“Dark⁠⁠‌ elves are sly‍‌ by nature. If⁠⁠ we release them‌‌‌ into the demon‌​ world, they’ll escape.‌‍ If we send​​ escorts, they’ll attack​​‍ them before fleeing.”‍‍‌

Their⁠ appearance hadn’t changed‍‌⁠ their nature.

He⁠ had killed half‌ of them himself.​​‌

They‌​‌ surely held a grudge. Waiting in⁠​‌ their cave, like​⁠​ in the Dangun⁠⁠ bear myth.

‘Besides,⁠⁠ I have other⁠‍ plans for the‌⁠ dark elves.’

After‌⁠ all, they needed‌ to earn the⁠‍ food they were‌‌‌ consuming.

“What‌⁠‍ if I go?”⁠

Then‌ Meain, who had‌ been silently sipping‌​‌ tea, spoke up.​

“I’ve‍ lived for decades‌‍⁠ in the demon‍ world, so I have magical resistance.‌‌ Even if communication⁠​‍ devices don’t work,‍ I can send‍⁠‍ simple messages.”

She‍​ snapped her fingers.‍​‌

That​‍‌ meant she could‌ use magic.

“Using‌⁠ mana as a medium, I can​​ transmit messages to‍ the human world.​ And since Gehenna​⁠ is rich in‍​​ mana, I believe‍​‌ I can do⁠⁠ it.”

Kang‍⁠ Geom-Ma looked at‌‌ her closely and‍‍‍ replied.

“I​‍ appreciate it, but⁠⁠ you can’t go‍‌​ either. I’d feel‍⁠‌ uncomfortable sending someone‌‍​ who just returned​‍ back to the​‌ demon world. Also,‌‌ even if you‌‍ rushed to Hawaii,⁠ it would take​​‍ 8 hours. We⁠​ don’t know what’s‍ happening right now.⁠​​ We can’t waste⁠‍‌ time.”

“Th-then,‌⁠​ what do we⁠‍​ do?”

Arthur​ began pacing in‍​‌ place, flustered.

“If‍ it’s not a sacred knight, and‌‍ not a dark​⁠‍ elf, there’s no‌ one you can‍ send.”

After​‌ Arthur, who didn’t‌​ know what to⁠ do, fell silent,​⁠ I turned to⁠‍ Meain and asked.‍

“If‍‍​ you can make​ magical contact using​‍​ mana as a medium, then the‌ reverse should also‍ be possible, right?”​

“Yes.‍​ Maybe not just‍‌​ anywhere, but at‍⁠ Joaquin Academy it’s‍ definitely possible. The‍ Academy not only​ has the special⁠‍‍ building, but is⁠​ famous for its​ abundant magical currents.”​​​

I nodded and immediately‌ put on my⁠⁠​ coat. Arthur shouted​​ behind me.

“Where⁠‌ are you going?!”‌​‍

Without‌ even looking back,⁠‌‍ I ran out‍ of the director’s⁠ office.

I was headed to⁠ Choi Seol-Ah’s house.​⁠

***‌⁠‍

Twisted‍ old trees grotesquely‌‌ shaped, an ashen⁠‌ wasteland, a blood-red‍⁠ sky.

The‌​ black sun that‌ lit this world‍‍ reflected its sinister‌‍​ nature clearly. Even‌ breathing was difficult.⁠

It‌​‍ was because the⁠ air, dense with​‍ magical power, clung‍‍ to the lungs‌⁠​ like sticky sludge.​​⁠

That‍⁠⁠ discomfort wasn’t an⁠‌ exception even for​ Altair, who had​​ faced all kinds​‍ of battlefields.

However,⁠⁠ at that moment,‌‍‍ the patriarch had‌ forgotten all about⁠ it.

Something‌​​ even darker disturbed‌‌‍ him.

“You’re​​ going to have‌⁠⁠ to explain why​‍​ you’re here.”

He​ held his S-grade‌​ sword out in‌ front of him.‌‍ Though his voice‍‌ was calm, his⁠ gaze was fierce.​‌‍

At‌ the tip of⁠ his sword stood​​​ a young man.‍

Hair‌​‌ shining like gold,‌‍‍ brilliant blue eyes.‌

The​​⁠ boy stood completely⁠‌​ composed, unaffected by‍ the hostility.

“Leon⁠ van Reinhardt.”

Leon⁠⁠⁠ didn’t answer. He‌⁠ merely looked silently‍‍ at all the‍⁠ members of the​‌ Auditore family.

Just​ that alone dried‌‍​ the patriarch’s lips.​​‍ Leon’s expressionless face‍⁠ was enough to‌ tense even someone​‍ who had devoted‍ his life to⁠‌‍ the battlefield.

Without​ breaking eye contact,‍‌ Altair sent a mental message to‌ Knox.

“Did​​⁠ you send the‍‍‌ report to the‌ Heavenly Sword?”

“Yes,‌ Patriarch. But there’s‌‍ no response. It​ seems the communication‍ system has been‍‍​ blocked.”

Altair‍​‍ nodded slightly.

“No​⁠ matter, we anticipated​​ this. Still, the⁠‍ message had to‍‍ be sent. I doubt the hero‌​ will just let​ us go. Besides,​‌ this is the‌ Demon Territory. Enemies​ could appear at‍⁠ any time. Everyone​‌ except me, return‍⁠​ immediately.”

“Patriarch!”‌

The​‍ Auditore members protested‍‍⁠ in unison, but‌ the patriarch raised​ his voice sternly.⁠

“That’s‍ an order from​‍​ the patriarch. Disobey,‍ and you’ll be​​‍ punished under the⁠‌​ regulations.”

Even‌‍‌ so, the assassins⁠⁠ didn’t move. All​ drew their weapons​​⁠ with determined faces.‌⁠

“The​‍​ Heavenly Sword gave‌‌‌ us an order.”⁠

Knox‍ stepped up beside‍‍‌ the patriarch.

“We‍ all have to‌‌ return alive.”

He‍‌​ said it loudly.⁠‌

“That⁠ includes you too,​⁠‌ Grandpa.”

At‍‍⁠ that moment, everyone​ instinctively looked up.‌

“……!”‍‍

A white figure was⁠ seated in the‍⁠ air, back to​​ the black sun.⁠

The​⁠‍ contrast of white⁠⁠ against black made​ the hearts of‌ those watching tremble.⁠​ Elite-trained assassins broke‍ into cold sweat.⁠⁠

“Looks​ like some rats​ have slipped in.”‌​

The​⁠ figure slowly opened​ their eyes.

Their⁠‍⁠ pupils were so‍‌‌ pale only the⁠‌‍ outline could be‍⁠ seen. Their gaze⁠​ fell on Leon.⁠⁠

“A‍‍​ cleanup is in‍ order, nephew.”

A death sentence had⁠ been pronounced.

Leon’s​ face twisted. He‌‍‌ hesitated for a brief second, but⁠‌ had no choice.⁠⁠

Ching!⁠⁠‍

The‌‌‌ blade of Balmung,⁠‌ wrapped in purple‍‌ and white hues,⁠⁠ was drawn.

It‍ looked like mold‍ clinging to a sword.

Kuarne‍​‌ closed his eyes⁠ again, a mocking‍‌ smile on his​ face.

“I’ll​​⁠ eliminate all of​​⁠ you here.”

Leon⁠ spoke the words‌⁠⁠ with a face‌ full of pain.‍‌⁠ The patriarch replied‌⁠ as if he⁠ couldn’t believe what‌ he was hearing.⁠⁠​

“…Hero,⁠‍‍ do you realize‍‌ what you’re doing⁠ right now?”

“You’ll​‌‍ die here either‌​ way, with or​ without me. If‍‍​ you face Kuarne,‍ the outcome won’t‍‍⁠ change. It’s like‍‍ trying to reason⁠ with a natural‍‍​ disaster.”

Leon‌⁠ gripped the Balmung‌‌ tightly.

“Patriarch,‌‍‌ dying by my⁠‌ hand will be​ better than being​‌⁠ captured and tortured‍‌ by that monster.”​

“Absurd.”⁠

The‌‍‍ patriarch scoffed.

“How‍⁠‍ much are you⁠‍ underestimating us to‌‌⁠ say something so​‌‍ foolish to the​‍​ Auditore clan?”

A line of blood​​‍ dripped from his‍‍ left eye. The​‍​ Auditore members readied⁠ themselves for battle.‍

“Prepare⁠⁠ yourselves…!”

Leon​‌‌ looked up. Kuarne,‍‍ who had been⁠⁠ closing his eyes‌‌⁠ until then, also‌​‍ looked up. He⁠⁠ slightly opened them.⁠​

At⁠​ that moment, a flock began to⁠ circle the black‌‍ sun, spiraling downward​‍‍ and casting a round shadow over​‍​ Kuarne’s head.

Whoooosh.⁠‌

A whirlwind swept through⁠‍ the sticky air.‌⁠ That gust brought​‍‍ an unexpected freshness‌ to the humans​​ frozen in fear.​‌‌

Tap.‌​

A figure descended. Just⁠​ before touching the‌⁠ ground, it had‌‌​ the form of‌‍ a massive beast,‍ but in the‌ blink of an‌ eye, it turned⁠​‌ into a man.​⁠

The​​ patriarch stepped forward.​​

“…Who⁠‍ are you?”

“Valerion.”⁠

The​‌‍ man who responded‍ looked at Kuarne.​‍​

“What​‍‍ are you doing​​⁠ here… Fallen Dragon?”‍

Kuarne​‌ spoke with a cold voice.

“My‌ granddaughter asked me‍​⁠ to.”

The‌‌⁠ Dragon Lord replied‍​⁠ indifferently.

“They‌⁠ must be saved.”‌⁠​

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