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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 295: Blessing of the Miracle (1)

Chapter 295: Blessing of the Miracle (1)

“Aaaah,‍‍ no…!”

Kuarne⁠ screamed as if‌⁠ he were having‍ a seizure.

The⁠⁠‌ stars, the splendid​ sky adorned with‌‍ humanity’s wishes, watched‌ him as if⁠​​ he were an​‌​ insect.

“Oh​‍ Sword God! Why‍‍⁠ did you renounce‍ your divinity and⁠ choose to remain‍ human?”

In‌⁠‍ the middle of⁠ the battlefield, his‍​ heart-wrenching cry echoed‌​‍ repeatedly. The more‌‌​ he did so,⁠ the more the⁠​‍ demons’ morale plummeted.⁠

It⁠⁠ was no wonder;​ their leader, instead‌⁠⁠ of guiding them,‍‍ had massacred his​‍​ allies and was​‍ now throwing a tantrum like a child.

“Second​ Corps Commander!”

An​ elderly vampire, unable‍​ to bear it​⁠​ any longer, shouted⁠​​ from the rear.​‍⁠ His eyes blazed‌⁠ as he revealed‍‌ his sharp fangs.‍​‌

“You,‌⁠‌ who claim to‍‍‍ lead the Demon⁠ King’s army! What​‍​ the hell are‍ you doing? At⁠​ this point, we‌‌ don’t even know⁠​​ if your goals‍⁠ align with ours.‌‍⁠ Speak clearly. If‍​ you’ve been deceiving‍‌ all the demons,⁠ the vampire clan‌⁠‌ won’t stand idly‌‌⁠ by!”

The‍ vampires gathered behind‍‍​ the elder like⁠ a plague of‍ rats. They, too,⁠ showed their bloodshot⁠‍ eyes and unleashed‍ all kinds of‍ insults.

“Do‌​​ you think being⁠ strong is enough‌⁠ to have everything,​‌ you damned incomplete​‌‌ angel?”

“Since⁠‌⁠ I saw your‌ face, not knowing⁠ if you were⁠⁠ a man or​⁠​ a woman, you⁠ already gave me‍ a bad feeling.”‌​

“…Hey,‌‍⁠ didn’t you say‍ yesterday that after⁠​‍ the war you‍‌‍ were going to⁠‌ confess your love​‍ to Lord Kuarne?”⁠

“Shut‌⁠​ up.”

“Ah,​⁠‍ we miss you,‌​⁠ eternal Lord of‍⁠‍ Gehenna, Lycan…”

The‍⁠‍ spark of war​ extinguished in an⁠ instant. Not only‍⁠ the vampires but‌ also other demons‌ who had lost⁠ the will to‌​ fight joined them.​‌

It‍‌‍ seemed like the‍ end of a commander betrayed by​‌ his troops.

The​‍ demons’ voices grew‌‍ louder. Most were‍ direct criticisms of‍‍⁠ Kuarne.

“Lord⁠‌​ Kuarne…”

His​ loyal follower, Herya,⁠⁠‌ looked at him‍ sadly. Kuarne was⁠ her creator.

And​⁠‌ now, he had​ become an object​ of ridicule. She‌ felt bitterness in‍‍⁠ her mouth.

Even‍ so, she couldn’t​ approach him.

She⁠​‌ only took false​‌ steps from the‌​ same spot.

‘I⁠⁠ can understand why‍ the demons are‍‍ angry. Even if​ I don’t want​⁠ to admit it…’⁠​

All‍‍​ the criticisms were⁠ valid. In fact,‍⁠ wasn’t it Kuarne​​​ who caused this​‍ disaster?

‘This‍​‍ time, Lord Kuarne​ was the one‌‍ who provoked it.’​

Herya‌‌ nodded slightly. She‍​ had learned about‌‍‌ emotions through that​⁠ conversation with Kang​ Geom-Ma, and now‍​ she knew how‌⁠ to apply judgment‍ to situations. She​ had learned to⁠​‍ distinguish between right‌‍ and wrong.

Her‍⁠ blind trust in‍⁠ her lord had⁠ begun to crack.​​​

“…This‍⁠‍ is ridiculous.”

Changseong​‍ murmured as he‍ rested the spear‌ on his shoulder.⁠ He was panting​‍ heavily, and with⁠ each breath, his‌ spear swayed rhythmically.​ He had many​ minor wounds, but⁠‌​ none were fatal.​‍‍

“How‍‌‍ the hell is​​⁠ this going to​⁠‍ end?”

From‍‌ the look of⁠ things, it seemed‌‌ a civil war​‌‌ was emerging among‌‌‍ the demons.

Changseong‍‌ let out a dry laugh. He‍⁠‍ had a bitter‌ taste in his‍‌‌ mouth, as if⁠ he had left⁠ a task unfinished.‌ Even so, thanks‍​ to this unexpected‌ pause, the heroes​⁠ could take a brief rest.

Both‌ sides were exhausted.⁠⁠‌ All living beings,​ without exception, eventually‍ deplete their energy.​ The fatigue caused⁠ by war affected‌‍‌ both humans and⁠​ demons.

The⁠‌​ war had entered⁠​​ a phase of‍‍⁠ temporary stagnation.

‘And⁠ meanwhile, that idiot‌‍ Kuarne keeps writhing‍⁠ on the ground.’⁠‍

Changseong‍‍ frowned and sharpened⁠‌ his gaze. Was​⁠ that guy really‍⁠‍ the same one‌ who had everyone‌‍ trembling just a while ago? Even‍⁠ if he wasn’t,⁠⁠​ why was Kuarne‍⁠​ acting like a possessed man?

Changseong‌ looked up at​‌‍ the sky. Countless‌ stars moved in​‍ formation, as if‍​ responding to someone’s‌ will. In over​‍ seventy years, he​‍‍ had never seen‌​ a work of‌​⁠ art that came​ close to that​ image.

‘Heavenly‍​​ Sword… it’s you.’​⁠

Changseong‍⁠⁠ smiled. And as‍ if responding to‍​ his smile, a star twinkled. It‌‌ was at that​‍‍ moment that everyone,⁠‍⁠ including him, felt​ a chill run‍⁠ down their spines.​‍

“Ah…‌⁠ I see.”

Kuarne​‌ suddenly changed his⁠ expression. The same⁠‍‍ one who moments‌​‌ ago was screaming‍​ in anger now‌‍ showed an expressionless,‌ almost inhuman face.⁠⁠

Kuarne⁠ looked around. His​‍‍ pupils shone like​‍​ those of a snake. A chaotic‍​ and uncontrolled murderous⁠‍‍ energy struck both​‍‌ heroes and demons‌⁠ equally.

“It⁠‍‌ seems I was​​ wrong. Not only‌ this academy tried‌​​ to stop that‍‌ man. It was​ this entire world.‍​ It was because‌‌ of insignificant creatures‍ like you that‍‌ he couldn’t detach‌​‌ himself from the‌‍‌ earthly world.”

Kuarne​ began to speak‌‌​ in an exalted‍ tone. Both heroes​​ and demons, as‌ if they had⁠‍⁠ agreed on something⁠‌⁠ beforehand, gripped their​⁠ weapons tightly. Their⁠‌​ bodies reacted before⁠‍ their minds.

‘A⁠‌‍ wild beast is​ approaching.’

Everyone​‍‍ thought the same.​‌ Both sides surrounded‍⁠ Kuarne, forming a concentric circle. Although​ he was surrounded‌​⁠ by walls of‌⁠ humans and demons,​⁠ Kuarne smiled with⁠⁠ contempt. One blinded‌ by love sees‍⁠ nothing else.

“…If​​⁠ I destroy everything,⁠ …if I eliminate‌‍ any place he‍⁠ can return to,‌​ …then he will‌ have no choice‌‍ but to become​ the world’s master.”‍⁠

“Don’t​‍ talk nonsense!”

The⁠ leader of the⁠‍‌ dark elves, Rog,⁠‍ interrupted his words.⁠‌‍ He and the⁠ dark elves had‌‌ naturally blended with‌ the heroes’ forces.​ Except for the‌⁠ ears, their appearances‌‌ were similar enough⁠ not to cause‍⁠ too much dissonance.⁠‌⁠

“Even⁠ if it’s you,⁠‌⁠ facing all of‌ us alone is‍ impossible. We already​ knew you’d lost‍ your mind, but​ now you don’t⁠‌ even understand the⁠‌ situation?”

“Are‌‍‌ you the leader‌‍⁠ of the dark‌‌⁠ elves?”

Kuarne​ gave a soft‍‌ smile. He cried​ and then laughed.‌ His emotions were‍ as changeable as⁠​ the wind.

“It’s‍​ the second time‍ we’ve met since‍‌ the Nephilim Temple,‌⁠‌ right? You look​⁠​ well.”

“Do‌‍‌ you remember what‍​ you told me⁠ then?”

“I’m​‌⁠ sorry, I was‍ a bit upset.”‍⁠

“You‌ swore you’d exterminate​​‌ all dark elves‍​ if you saw‌ us again!”

Kuarne​‍ stroked his sharp‌⁠ chin and replied.⁠

“I‌‌ think I did​⁠⁠ say something like‍​ that.”

“Because‌⁠ of those words,⁠‍​ we were forced‌​⁠ to hide among‌‌ humans.”

“As​‍‍ good treacherous dark‌‍​ elves, it was‌⁠ a wise decision.‍‍‍ If you had‍‍ hidden in the​⁠⁠ Demon Realm, you⁠ wouldn’t be standing​ now.”

“Exactly.⁠​ And thanks to​ that, you’ll die⁠⁠ here. Also, from‍‌ how you boast,‍​​ you’re already finished,⁠​ Kuarne. No, I don’t even want‌ to call you‌⁠ that… Azazel.”

“Pure⁠ bluster…”

Kuarne⁠⁠‌ let out a dry laugh.

“Even​ for me, facing‍ all of you​​ with just my​⁠‍ power is impossible.”​​

He⁠‍​ admitted it bluntly.‍

“…But,​​​ if ‘he’ is​‍ with me, I have more than⁠ enough.”

Kuarne’s‍ eyes shone with​‌​ a golden color.​​​ At that moment,‌⁠ everyone screamed in​‌ unison and lunged.​ Spears and swords​‍ attacked him furiously,‌⁠⁠ while spells of⁠‍‍ all kinds of‌​‌ attributes rained down​‌ like a storm.‌ Metal clashed, and‌⁠⁠ the crashes rumbled.‌

Ting.​​ Ttittitting.

Everything‍‍ was blocked. Kuarne‌⁠ had created a barrier. Although the‌ radius was small,‌ he made it​‍‌ thick enough to‍ defend himself.

But​ this was only‍‌ temporary. Humans and​‍​ demons cooperated better‌ than expected. The⁠​ barrier was just⁠‍ a momentary solution.‍⁠

Crack—‌

As‌ if an egg‍⁠‍ were breaking, the⁠‌​ barrier was already‌ beginning to crack.‍‌ Some sharp blades‌ and magical sparks‍ slipped through the⁠ fissures.

‘Humans⁠‌ and demons originated‌ from the same‍‍‍ source.’

Kuarne​ knew well the​​ process by which‌⁠ they separated. Not‍ only did he‍ know it, but‍‍​ he had also⁠ contributed to it⁠ as a divine‌​‍ emissary. He was‌‍ one of those​‍ responsible for dividing‌​‍ them.

‘And‌ there was another​ one.’

A malicious smile appeared​ on Kuarne’s lips.‍‍ The combined effect​​ of blessings and​‌​ spells soon manifested.​ The barrier was‍⁠‌ finally destroyed.

“We⁠‌ broke it! Everyone,​‌ advance!”

Just​ as the sharp⁠⁠ weapons were about‍‌ to strike him,‌‍‍ Kuarne completed a spell he had‍ been secretly muttering.‍​⁠

Boom.‌ Suddenly, a coffin⁠ fell from the‌‍⁠ sky. Dust surged‍‍‌ violently. It crushed‍‌ the demons at‌ the point of‌‍ impact completely. The​⁠​ sheer size of‍⁠​ the coffin made⁠ it clear how​‌ heavy it was.‍‍‌

With‌‍ a rusty creak,​ the lid tilted.‍ Through a two-finger-wide‌‍ gap, five fingers‍‌⁠ emerged, gripping the‌⁠‍ edge like eagle‍‌ claws.

Wherever​⁠ those fingers passed,⁠‌‌ the metal bent⁠⁠⁠ like aluminum. Then,​‌‌ the hand violently⁠ pushed the door‌​ to the side.⁠⁠‌ The lid flew​⁠ off and embedded‌​​ itself into the⁠ bell tower of⁠‌ a nearby tower.‍

Ding,‍ ding, ding. Three⁠‌ sacred chimes. A gust of wind⁠ swept away all⁠ the dust, and​‍ at last, the⁠ figure emerging from‍ the coffin was⁠⁠ revealed.

A man walked out.​‍‌ His eyes were‍‌ covered in a white haze, his‌‌⁠ pupils unfocused. Every⁠⁠ step he took‍⁠ made the ground⁠⁠​ tremble.

“You’ve‍‌⁠ come.”

Kuarne‍⁠⁠ welcomed him with‌‌ open arms. His​ hair fluttered like‍‍‌ a peacock’s tail.‍

“Brother.”​⁠

The⁠⁠ sacred-winged Metatron had‍‍ arrived.

His‍‌ mere presence tilted‍ the balance of‍‍ battle.

***‌

Leon‌‍‌ van Reinhardt blinked.‍‍‌ He had been‍‌ left alone on‍‍ the moon.

The​ moment the lightning​‌ flashed, Kang Geom-Ma​‌ had vanished.

It‍ didn’t take long​‌ to realize something⁠​‌ was wrong.

Leon‍ looked at his​​ abdomen. The blood⁠​ that had once‌‌ flowed like stagnant‌​ water had stopped.​​ The inner voices⁠‌‌ were gone.

“The​‌ entities that resided‌‍​ in my body‍⁠‍ are leaving.”

Divinity‌ was fading. His‌ body and mind​⁠​ felt as light⁠‌‍ as a feather.‍⁠⁠

‘What‍⁠​ the hell is‌‌​ going on…?’

His‌‍ mind was a mess. Regret struck‍​ him late. The‌ gods’ absence now⁠​⁠ filled him with⁠ remorse.

Being​​ alone in the⁠‍ dark space only‌​ intensified the agony​ and loneliness.

“…What‍ have I done?”‍

Leon’s‌ knees gave way.‍‌ He collapsed and⁠‌ began to cry.‍ His sobs spread‌‍⁠ softly over the‌‌ moon’s grey surface.‍

‘I⁠⁠​ have to fix​⁠ this.’

He‍‍⁠ didn’t know how.⁠ Maybe killing himself​‌ right there was‌⁠​ best. But he​ didn’t want to.​‍‍

“The‍ reason Kang Geom-Ma⁠ left me alive…”‌⁠‌

It‌ meant he had⁠‌ to accept punishment‌ instead of death.⁠ Somehow, Leon understood‍⁠ Kang Geom-Ma’s intent⁠​‍ without him ever​⁠ saying it. Even​‌ though they had‍​ barely exchanged words.‍⁠

“I’m⁠⁠‌ a hypocrite.”

Leon​ confessed to the‍ void of space.‍​‌ The echo repeated⁠ several times as‍ if underlining his​‌⁠ words.

“A​‌ traitor who abandoned‍ humanity out of⁠ revenge.”

He‌‌ continued confessing. Nausea​‍ churned in him.‌‍​ Every word felt⁠​ more disgusting than​ vomit.

It⁠‌​ was a necessary⁠ process. Humans learn‌‍‌ right from wrong​‌⁠ through judgment. No‍ punishment means anything⁠‍​ if you don’t‌‍ grasp it yourself.​ One must dissect​‌ themselves completely. That‌​ is the true​ beginning.

“……!”‌

Leon‌ felt a cold⁠⁠ sweat run down​‌ his back. Even‌ though the gods⁠ had abandoned him,​ his body still‌ contained divinity. His‌​ perception surpassed that⁠​ of any human.​

“It’s‍ my father.”

Leon​⁠ murmured, looking toward‌‌​ Earth. A massive‍ spiral cloud formation​ concentrated at one⁠‌⁠ point—the Joaquin Academy.⁠‍​ That’s where his‌​ father, Metatron, was.‌‌

He‌‍​ didn’t know why​‍​ he had appeared​‌ now, but unease‌‍‌ tensed his body.‌‍‍

‘I⁠ must return to‍​​ Earth somehow.’

Leon‍ used his staff‍ like a cane‍​‍ to lift himself.​‍ His body wobbled.‌‍​ His legs didn’t‍‍ respond, like a deflated balloon. It‍ was only natural,⁠‍ having exhausted himself⁠‌‌ on a cosmic‍‍ scale. His physical‌ condition was a wreck.

He​​ punched his thigh.⁠ Broken machines can‌​‌ be fixed with‍‌ a hit, but​‌ the human body⁠ can’t. It only‍​ left a dark​‌​ bruise.

“Please.”⁠‍

Leon‍ was desperate. Even‍ if the universe​⁠ was empty, if​ his voice could‌ reach someone.

Step.‌

He‌ felt a presence‍ right beside him.⁠​​ He turned his‍‍ head sharply. His​​ blue eyes shrank‍⁠ like grains of​ rice.

Kang‍‌ Geom-Ma gave him⁠‍‍ a light nudge⁠​ on the shoulder.‍​​ His aura was‌‍⁠ completely different. His​​⁠ eyes were as​ dark as the‍‌ cosmos.

They⁠ didn’t hold a single universe—but many.⁠‍‌

“Let’s‌ go.”

Something​​⁠ that shouldn’t be​‌ happening.

“We’ll‍‌ talk later, when‍⁠​ we get back.”‌

The⁠‌ hero witnessed a miracle.

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