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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 332: Academy Exchange Diary (3)

Chapter 332: Academy Exchange Diary (3)

Three‌ against one.

The‌‍‍ proverb of Gehenna.​‍

***⁠​

BOOM!‌⁠⁠

The‍​ shockwave from the​ clash of swords​‍ rippled outward.

The​ surroundings quivered as‌ if a frigid⁠‍⁠ wind had swept⁠‌ through.

Beneath‌​​ the feet of‍‍ the knights clad‌ in black and⁠⁠​ white, dust rose‌ in concentric circles.‌‌

Crash!​‍‌ Bang! Crash!

It‍⁠‍ was a simple⁠‍ clash. But the​‍‍ sound that echoed‍‌ was not that​‍ of a mere‍‍ crossing of blades.‍⁠

Hadn’t‌​ it been announced‍‌​ that all events⁠ in this exchange​ competition would use‌⁠ only simplified weaponry?​⁠ Unless I heard‌​ wrong, that’s what‌⁠‍ was stipulated.

But⁠​​ this force… it‌‌‌ was comparable to⁠ an A-level combat‌‍ or higher.

“Kuugh…”‌‍

The​​ desperate struggle of​‍⁠ the second-year Parsy‌⁠ student felt like​‌⁠ it could burst‌‌⁠ out of the‍ screen. She barely⁠⁠ managed to block‍​‌ Chaerina’s attack.

Just⁠⁠‍ that—block it.

The‌​ ground beneath her⁠‍ feet was caving‌ in as her‍ face twisted under⁠​⁠ the impact. The‌ difference in power‍ between the two‌⁠ was obvious. It⁠ seemed the Parsy‌⁠⁠ girl was simply​‌ giving it everything⁠​‍ she had.

I hadn’t been interested​⁠ before, but according‍ to Abel, that⁠​⁠ student was also‍ of royal blood.‌‌

She​‍ looked nothing like​⁠ Princess Victoria, so⁠​​ I never imagined‌ it.

‘Whether‍ through the maternal⁠‍⁠ or paternal line,‍‍‍ she’s still royalty.’⁠

The‌‍ Victoria royal house​ held immense power,‍‌ even among the⁠​‍ most influential noble​⁠‌ families. Their strength‌‍‌ came from inherited⁠ blessings.

Only‌ the Nibelung family,​ to which Abel⁠‌​ and the Swordmaster​‌ belonged, was considered‍‍ superior in terms⁠‌‍ of blessing.

Even‍ the Saki and‌ Changseong families fell⁠‍​ short of the‍​ Victorias.

‘Those⁠ clans were strong​​ only because their‌‌ members were individually‌​ powerful.’

In⁠ terms of averages,‌⁠ the Victorias ranked‌​‌ just below the‌ Nibelungs. No one‍ questioned it.

The​​⁠ Victoria royal family‍​ didn’t participate in‌‌​ the Second Great⁠ Human-Demon War.

Even​ so, no one​‍​ criticized them. It⁠ was proof of​ how unshakable their‍ foundations were in‌‌​ this world.

‘Criticizing‌ royalty is nearly⁠ blasphemy.’

I agreed. Back to⁠ the present.

“Haa…​⁠⁠ damn…!”

A noble of that⁠⁠ lineage was shouting⁠ while fighting.

She‌ had surely already‍ noticed the Joaquin⁠ crest on Chaerina’s‍‍ chest.

The‌‍ color signifying she⁠ was a special‍⁠ admission student.

They⁠ exchanged several more‌‌‍ strikes. There was​ no defense—only offense.​ Blades swinging up,​ down, crossing.

It⁠ looked like a silver shield of‍‌​ pure pressure was​ forming between the​⁠‍ two knights. It‌‌‍ was worthy of‍‌ academy representatives. Neither‌‌​ backed down.

Their‌‌⁠ clash of swords​‍ was both fiery​‍‌ and cold. It⁠⁠‌ was more a test of strength‍⁠ than a tactical‍⁠ match.

A raw fight that‍​ would imprint itself⁠ in the viewers’​‌‌ minds. Real fights​ stir the blood.‌​

My​⁠⁠ eyes stayed fixed‍‌‌ on one person.‍‌⁠

‘Chaerina.’​​

I felt a chill.‌ Her dual sword‍ style was exactly‌‍ like mine.

After‌‍‌ discussing it with​‌⁠ Yu Sein, I had decided to‌⁠‌ keep an eye‍‌‌ on Chaerina for⁠⁠‌ a while. Not‌‌ to abandon her,‍ but to observe.‍

The​ two things aren’t‍ the same. Abandoning‍ is turning your‌⁠ back completely.

Observing‍⁠‍ is paying attention​‍ without stepping in.​​​

That’s​‍⁠ why I wanted​‍ to use this‌ opportunity to watch‍ her without getting⁠⁠ too involved.

‘But‍‌‍ it seems I won’t be able​ to.’

Our‍⁠ connection was deeper​ than I thought.‍​⁠ We were surprisingly⁠‌⁠ alike.

Clang!‍ Clang! Claaang!

While⁠​ I thought about⁠‌⁠ it, the fight‌ reached its climax.​

I forced myself to⁠‌‍ shake off the‍​ thoughts and turned‍‍‌ my gaze back​⁠⁠ to the screen.⁠⁠‍

Parsy‌ was beginning to​‍‍ fight back.

***⁠⁠

The‍ black knight roared​​‍ with fury.

“…Damn‌‍ lowborn bitch…!”

She‌‍​ was being completely‍⁠ overwhelmed by someone‍ she had always​ looked down on.‍‌⁠

Her​ lips trembled with​‌‌ sheer humiliation.

Crack.‍‍​

Her​​​ teeth ground together—and‍⁠‍ so did her‍​‌ sword. Sparks flew‍‍ nonstop.

Between‍⁠​ the crossed blades,⁠‍​ their gazes met​‌‌ and clashed like​​ fire. Compared to​ those eyes, the‍ sparks were mere‍‌‍ match flames.

“Your‍⁠ Highness!”

A first-year student from⁠⁠ Parsy, a pawn,‌ was restless at‍ the unexpected balance⁠‌⁠ of the fight.‌‍

The‍​‍ plan had been‌ to quickly conquer‍‌⁠ the black island,‌⁠‌ then proceed to‌⁠ a 2-on-2 battle.​⁠

If​​ the queen or‍‌‌ the knight fell,‌​ he would use​​ a Bifröst charge⁠​‌ to revive them.‍⁠⁠

But…‌

“How​⁠​ can a mere‍⁠ special admissions student‍ be evenly matched‍‍​ with Her Highness…?”‌‍

And⁠‌ calling it “even”‍⁠‍ was generous. Technically,‌‌‌ the black knight⁠ was losing. Though​​ visually it looked⁠ like a tie,‌​⁠ their faces told⁠⁠⁠ the real story.​​

Chaerina,‌‌ in contrast to‌‌‌ her opponent’s desperation,⁠ was calm. More⁠‍​ than calm—impassive.

‘How‌ can she generate​‌​ so much force‍‍ with just two‌ daggers?’

The‍⁠⁠ pawn looked at​​ Edward, the black‍ queen.

Crack.⁠‌

Edward​‌‌ clenched his teeth.​​⁠ He too was‍ surprised by what⁠​ he was seeing.​

“Your⁠​‍ Highness, should I go help her?”‍

“…No.”‍

After‌ a brief hesitation,‍‍‍ Edward shook his‍ head. Then, with⁠ sharp eyes, he‌‌​ looked in another​ direction.

Victoria‌⁠‌ was observing the⁠⁠ battle, her hands​‍ resting on the​‍ inverted hilt of​ her sword. She​ didn’t respond, not⁠ even to Edward’s‌​‌ prolonged silence.

He‌ clenched his fist​‌ tightly. His knuckles‌ cracked audibly.

‘You’re‌​‌ always like this…’‌​

Victoria⁠‍ was provoking an‍​ all-out war.

She‌ had no intention​​ of winning just⁠​ by placing a flag on the​ mast.

She​‌ wanted a full-on⁠‌​ battle. A spectacle​ to mesmerize the​⁠ world. It still​​⁠ wasn’t clear why‍‌ she chose to‍⁠‌ be a pawn.‍⁠‍

‘She​ just wants to​⁠ get His Majesty’s⁠‍‍ attention.’

She‌⁠ wanted to leave‌‌ a lasting impression—probably‍ aiming for a dramatic twist to⁠​ shock the audience.‍⁠

‘Stay‌‍ calm. If you‌‍⁠ fall into her‍⁠‍ game, you’ll lose.‍‍ If we stick‍​ to the plan,⁠‌ this is a game we can’t‌​ lose.’

Victoria⁠​ had always been‍ this way.

She‍‌​ would do anything⁠‌‌ to gain the​​‍ King’s favor. A hypocrite who prioritized⁠ her own goals‍​‍ above all else.⁠‌⁠ The fact that​ she enrolled at‌​‌ Joaquin Academy instead‌​‍ of Parsy proved‍ it.

Edward‍​​ lowered his gaze.‌ Another student with​⁠ black hair caught‍‌ his eye.

‘Heavenly‍‍ Sword.’

At‍ some point, Victoria​‌‌ had become obsessed⁠‍​ with him.

‘She⁠‌​ thinks that if​​ she finds the‌ Heavenly Sword’s weakness⁠​ and offers it‌ to the King,​‍ she’ll win his‍ favor.’

A pathetic delusion. Just‌ another way to​ get attention.

‘I’ll​​ crush you here,⁠ arrogance and all.’‍

He⁠⁠‍ also intended to⁠‍‌ change the board‌​‌ of succession. To‌​​ inflict total helplessness.‍⁠ To leave an‍ unforgettable impression on​​⁠ the ignorant masses.‌‍​

Victoria⁠​‍ is incompetent. Edward‍ is the rightful‌‍ heir to the‌⁠⁠ throne.

His‍​​ thoughts were settled.‍

“The⁠‌​ pawn’s Bifröst charge​‍ can only be⁠⁠‍ used once. Using​⁠‍ it to move‌‌‌ would be a waste…”

Edward​⁠ kept his eyes⁠‍ on the battlefield‌‌‌ but couldn’t finish⁠​ his sentence. The​​‍ situation changed suddenly.⁠⁠

Whoosh.‍‌

The‌‍ black knight rotated‍‍‍ her wrists.

She​‌ tried to deflect​‌‌ Chaerina’s downward pressing​⁠⁠ daggers.

It⁠⁠ worked. Chaerina’s body‌‌​ staggered.

Her‍‌‍ torso dropped suddenly,​‍ off-balance.

Applying‍‍ too much force⁠‌ means needing even‍ more to recover‍ it.

The‌‌ black knight seized⁠​​ the moment.

She‌‍ knew how to⁠‍ use her opponent’s‍‍‌ power against them.⁠​

“An‍ opening!”

She⁠ raised her sword‍ with both hands.‌ Ready to deliver‍​‍ a finishing blow,⁠ she let out‌‍‌ a battle cry.​

The‌⁠​ blade descended, aiming‌‌​ to split Chaerina’s‌‍⁠ skull.

“Stop!”‍‍​

Edward⁠‍‍ reached out—but it​​ was already too​‍‌ late.

Whoosh!⁠

Chaerina,​‌ who was nearly‌‌ crashing into the⁠ ground, spun low‌‌ using her right‌⁠‍ leg as an‍‌​ axis. As she​​ spun, she drew‍ a wide arc⁠ with her left,⁠​ like unfolding a fan.

Tap.​‍

The‌⁠‍ tip of her‌​ foot brushed the⁠ black knight’s chin‌‌‌ like a breeze.‍​

The​​ upperclassman’s eyes dimmed,⁠​ like a puppet⁠‌ whose strings were⁠‌‌ cut.

The⁠ trajectory of her‌‍⁠ descending blade suddenly​ veered off like‌ lightning. She had‌ lost her target.‌

Chaerina‍‌⁠ reset her stance‌​‍ instantly. The black‍‍‌ knight forced the⁠ last of her⁠⁠‍ awareness to regain​​ her vision.

‘She’s​‌ gone.’

Gone.​‌ No sign of​​⁠ her. Where did​ she go? Where?⁠‌

Then,‌‌⁠ a cold sweat‍ traced down her⁠ neck. A lightning​‌‍ chill ran down​‍ her spine.

Tilting⁠ her eyes diagonally,‍‌​ she saw black⁠ hair and eyes.‍⁠⁠

A piercing sharpness stabbed‍⁠ at the backs⁠‌‌ of her thighs.‌​

Chaerina,‌⁠ who had somehow‍​ appeared behind her,​‌ swung both daggers‍ at once.

The‌ blades slashed through⁠ flesh. A sharp,​ pained scream burst‍ from her throat.⁠

“Aaaaaaagh!”‍

Her‌ hamstrings severed, the‌⁠​ black knight dropped‍‌ to her knees.⁠

Whoosh!⁠

A shadow fell over‍‍ her face. Chaerina,​⁠ standing behind, yanked​​ her hair back‍​ hard.

“Words‍‌ have power.”

Chaerina‍⁠⁠ spoke with dry,‌⁠ lifeless eyes. Her⁠‍ other hand, which‌ had held a dagger, was now⁠‌ empty.

“I‌ don’t like people‍ who say bad​‌​ things. They make‍ me feel like‌ I’m a bad‌⁠‌ person.”

“What…​‌ are you saying…​⁠⁠ you filthy lowborn⁠⁠ bitch?”

“I’ll‍‌ give you a chance to apologize.​‍ If you take​⁠​ it back, I won’t have to‌⁠‍ be a bad​ person. I don’t⁠ want to be​⁠‌ bad—not in front​​⁠ of the Sword⁠‌ God. Don’t make‌​ me become someone‍​​ like that. If‍‌‌ you apologize, I can stay good⁠‍ for the Sword‍‍ God…”

The⁠⁠ black knight’s expression​⁠‍ turned completely white—pure​​ terror. In the​⁠ end, she spat​‍ a curse without‌ thinking.

“Kill​ me! Just kill​‍​ me already, you⁠ crazy bitch!”

“Bad​ words. Very bad.”⁠‍‍

Crack!⁠

“Guh!”‍

A bloodied tooth flew‍‍‌ against Chaerina’s cheek.‌⁠ She casually wiped​ it off with​‍ the back of‌​‌ her hand and‌‍⁠ asked again.

“Why‍​ do you call‌‌ me lowborn?”

“Ghh…”​

Crack!‍‌⁠

“Answer.”‍

Crack!‌​

“Answer.”​‌

Crack–!‌

“I‍⁠ said, answer.”

Crack!​ Crack!

“Why​ do you want​⁠ me dead?” Chaerina‌‍ asked as she‌​ kept hitting.

The‌‌​ flurry of punches‍ disfigured the black‌⁠ knight’s face. Being‌​ stabbed by a sword might have‌ been preferable, but‌​ that was forbidden‌‌‍ by the rules.​​

Chaerina’s‌ striking style was⁠‍ brutally merciless. Ji‍⁠ Changhyeok, who was⁠⁠ using the Bifröst‌ to move to‍⁠ the central island,‍‌ paused.

The⁠ sound of the​‌​ blows intensified, and⁠ fear spread through‌ the arena like‌‍ wildfire.

“P-please…‌ save me…”

“You…”‌‍​

A dull, wet thud.‌‌

“…You‍‌ told me to‍⁠ die.”

Chaerina​​‌ kept striking like‌​ she was playing​ a drum.

“Then‍ why do you⁠⁠‍ want to live?”‍‍​

The‌ black knight’s head⁠ bobbed like a rubber ball on‍​‌ a string.

Her⁠‌⁠ face became an⁠ unrecognizable pulp.

Edward​‍⁠ finally reached his​‍‌ limit.

Unable‍ to watch any⁠ longer, he shouted⁠‌‌ urgently to the​​ first-year student.

“Let’s‌​‍ finish this fast!‌​⁠ Use the Bifröst⁠⁠‌ with me to⁠​‌ that island and​‌⁠ take out that‌⁠‍ first-year. I’ll go‌​ to the black​ island and plant​⁠ the flag. Got⁠⁠ it?!”

“Y-Yes!”⁠⁠⁠

They‍ activated the Bifröst‍ immediately. Edward, sprinting‍​ like an arrow‍ to the scene,‍‍ gasped in horror.⁠‌

The​‍⁠ scent of blood.⁠‍⁠ The thick iron‍ smell soaked into​‌‍ his lungs.

Chaerina,​⁠‍ slightly tilting her​ head, aimed at‍ the black pawn​ knight, who raised​‌ his spear at‍ her.

Edward,​‌​ straining his patience‍ to the limit,‍‌ tried to brush​ past her and‍ clip her shoulder.​‍

“I‍‌‌ can’t win unless‍​ it’s three against‌​ one,” Chaerina said​​‌ as she passed​ him.

“……”⁠‌⁠

Edward⁠ paused for a moment, then pushed‌‌ off the ground‍⁠ and slid forward.⁠

If⁠​‍ the plan got⁠ disrupted again, it‌‌‍ would be the‌⁠ end.

“I’ll‍ forgive you this‌⁠ round.”

•••‌​

As⁠​ they passed each⁠ other, Edward gave​‌ a warning.

“In‍ the next battles…​⁠ I’ll kill you.”‌‍

“…”‍‌‌

In⁠​ truth, Edward had‍‌​ no intention of‌ planting the flag.‍‌⁠

He‌​⁠ planned to crush‌‌‍ the enemy Queen‌ on the central‍‌ island, pulverize Victoria,‍‍ and then finish‍‍⁠ this arrogant girl‌‌ with a flourish.⁠‌

Boom!‍⁠

He⁠‍ leapt over Chaerina‌​ and landed forcefully.‌⁠ For a moment,​​ he wanted to⁠​ stomp on her‍⁠⁠ head with full‌​⁠ weight, but—

‘If​⁠ I do, I’ll‌ drag Adriana into⁠ it.’

The​‌ second-year black knight‍‌ was his younger​⁠‍ sister. Even though​⁠ the subspace prevented‌​ real injuries, he‍ couldn’t treat her‌ like just another​‍ enemy.

He‌ ran toward the⁠ central island. Ji‍⁠ Changhyeok, regaining his​ senses, also charged‍‌​ at the flag.⁠⁠​

The‍​​ battle between the⁠ two Queens was​‍⁠ about to begin.⁠​

The‌​‍ black pawn aimed​ his long spear⁠ directly at Chaerina.⁠

The‌​ tip, once a distant dot, now‌ filled his entire‍‌ vision.

Swoooosh!​

Only‍‌​ the participants knew⁠‍ what happened next.⁠⁠‌

The​‌ ground exploded into⁠ countless pieces, scattering⁠ debris. Amid the‌‌ wreckage, a silver‍‍ flash briefly appeared—then‍‌ vanished.

Over⁠ the fallen black‍ knight’s body, a burst of light⁠‌​ sliced through the⁠⁠⁠ air, leaving the‌​ imprint of battle​​ suspended above.

Meanwhile,​​ Princess Victoria remained​ exactly where she⁠‌⁠ had been at‍⁠ the start.

The​‌ moment she had​ patiently awaited was​‌​ approaching.

With‍⁠‌ a calm gaze,‍ she mentally called‌‍‌ out to “him,”​ who surely watched⁠‌ from below.

“…Please,​ watch me.”

Then,⁠‌ she assumed the⁠‌‍ battle stance she‍ had been taught.⁠​

***​⁠

At‌ the same time.‌‍

Gahk.⁠

A crow perched on‌ a branch flapped‌⁠ its wings and‍ flew away.

In‌ the spot it⁠⁠‌ left behind, only‍‌ a few black⁠​​ feathers floated gently.⁠ Beyond that, the‌⁠ crystals shimmered.

Behind‌‍ them, everything was⁠​​ blood.

The‌ blood slowly dripping‍ onto the floor‌‍​ had turned into​​‌ a bright red‌ mirror.

The​ room, which had‌‍ just recently held⁠ the living, was⁠ now filled with​ corpses.

Splash,⁠‍​ splash.

Each‍‌​ time the two​⁠ figures—man and woman—stepped⁠​ forward, ripples spread⁠ across the pools‌ of blood, reflecting⁠⁠​ the images of‍​ the dead in‍‌ overlapping layers.

“Looks​⁠ like we’re almost‍‌​ done.”

Knox⁠ Auditore removed his⁠‍​ mask as he​⁠ spoke.

“…”⁠‍‍

“What’s⁠‌‍ wrong, Chloe? Something‌‌​ bothering you?”

“I​‌ don’t know.”

Chloe‌ replied while staring⁠​ only at the‌​ floor.

“I‌⁠ feel nauseous.”

“Maybe⁠ because it’s been‌‍⁠ a while since⁠ your last mission?”⁠⁠

“No…⁠ that’s not it.”‌‌

She‌⁠ didn’t know what‌ caused it. Her‌ whole body simply‌ felt like retching.​​​

And‍‌‍ whenever she felt‌⁠‍ that way, without​ fail, the parasites‍ clung to Kang​‍ Geom-Ma.

In‍‍ moments like this,⁠​ her own position‍ always faltered—and missing​ such moments pushed‌ her further away​‍‌ from him.

‘I‌ used to be‍ the one at​ the front.’

Now‍​ she was becoming‌ someone who arrived‍ late, merely approaching‌‍ him.

“Oppa.”⁠⁠

She‍ lifted her head‌‌ and parted her​​​ lips.

“I‍​ have to go.”‌‌

“So‌ suddenly? Weren’t you‍​ the one who​⁠ planned this operation?”​

“Sorry.‍​ I’ll leave the​​ rest to you.”‌

Chloe⁠ passed the blade‌ behind her knee⁠‌‌ and pulled it.⁠

Blood⁠⁠ stained the inside⁠‌​ of her elbow,⁠ but the blade‍‌⁠ remained clean.

Caw,‍‌‌ caw, caw.

The‌‌ translucent blade reflected⁠⁠ the silhouette of‍⁠‍ a crow disappearing‌ into the mountain,​‍ bathed in the‌​ hues of the⁠ setting sun.

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