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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 361: Imperial Palace (1)

Chapter 361: Imperial Palace (1)

I slept deeply. I had been worried​⁠ about not adjusting​​​ well to the​ time difference, but‍‌ it was an⁠‍⁠ unnecessary concern.

‘Looks​‍ like going back⁠ and forth from‍‍ the Demon Realm⁠‍‌ helped me develop​‌ a tolerance to​‍‌ jet lag.’

I was drying my‍ hair with a towel when—

Knock‌ knock.

The‌‍ sound of knocking​‌‍ on the door​ bounced off the‍ wall and echoed‍ through the emptiness.⁠‌

“Hmm?”​‌⁠

Who⁠ could it be?​

It‍‌ couldn’t be the‌‍⁠ staff. I had​ made it a condition that no⁠​‌ one was to‍‍ attend to me⁠‍ in my room‌⁠‍ while I stayed‍‌‌ at the imperial⁠ palace.

Not⁠‍​ because I feared⁠‌ assassination. I just​⁠ wanted to avoid‍​‍ awkward situations with⁠‍ women entering my​‌ room while I was away from‌‍‍ home.

My‍​‍ conscience still weighs​‌⁠ heavy after what​‌‌ happened with Media​‌​ that time at​ the Antarctic base.⁠‍​

I opened the door‍‍⁠ cautiously. It might​​ have been a butler.

But​‌​ the person on​⁠‍ the other side‍ of the door​ was completely unexpected.‌‌ It was a woman—and not one​ from the staff.‍‍⁠

It‍‌‍ was someone the⁠‍ staff served.

“Heavenly‍ Sword…”

It‌⁠ was Princess Victoria.​⁠ She was carefully⁠ holding my freshly‌ ironed clothes.

“What⁠ brings you here,​ Your Highness…?”

I stopped mid-sentence when‌​​ I noticed where​​ Victoria’s eyes were⁠ looking.

‘Ah.’‌

The​ fact that she​‍ had my clothes⁠ meant I… was‍ naked. I only‍ had a towel‍ wrapped around my⁠​​ lower half, walking‍⁠⁠ through the room.⁠

It‍‍ seemed the knot⁠‍ in the towel‌ had loosened. Right​ at that moment,‍ the towel slipped‍ with a soft⁠‌ sound.

“Kya!”‌‌‌

Kya…?‍⁠

“Kyaaaaaaaaa!”⁠⁠​

A loud morning scream​ awakened the day.⁠‍​ The owl stretching​‌ on a tall⁠ tree flew off‌‌​ instantly.

***‌​​

“…I’m‍‌ sorry for coming‌ unannounced.”

Victoria‌‌ apologized in a barely audible voice.‌⁠ She was looking‍⁠‍ at the wall.⁠​

“I’m‌⁠ fine… but you,​⁠ Princess…”

While​ I dressed quickly,​⁠‍ I watched her‍ carefully. All my‍‍ senses were on‍⁠ high alert.

If​​⁠ word of this‌ got out, it‌‍ would be a scandal. If someone​ had seen this‌ scene, I’m afraid‌​ I wouldn’t escape⁠‍ from making threats.‍​​

I have to survive⁠ no matter what.​‌‍

‘Wow,⁠​​ I’m drenched in​​​ cold sweat. So⁠‌​ much for having⁠ taken a bath.’‌‍

Victoria​‍​ explained she came‌ because of a condition I mentioned​‍ to the emperor.‌

They‌⁠ had to deliver​‍ my clean clothes,​ but since they‌‌ couldn’t approach me,‌‌ the servants were⁠ waiting nervously in‌⁠ the hallway.

Victoria​ took the opportunity‌‌ to also act‍‌​ as my breakfast​ guide. I set‍‌​ that condition to​‌ avoid contact with​‍​ women, but it⁠⁠ backfired.

I’m​‍ constantly being tested.⁠‍‌ Damn suppression.

“I’m‌​‍ also… okay. I feel like my‍​‌ earlobes are about‌⁠ to explode.”

“…I​‍‍ had my birthday‌‍ last week, I’m‍‍‍ an adult now.⁠ So it’s fine.”​

Ah,​⁠ so that was‍‌‌ why. Looks like⁠ I underestimated Her‍ Highness.

“You‌ may turn around‌⁠ now.”

“Yes…”‌

As‌‍⁠ I dressed, Victoria​ watched me intently​ and then asked:‌‌​

“Seems‍‍​ like you like‍​ that black coat.‌ Didn’t you used⁠ to wear a white one?”

“It​ was a gift‌ from Abel. I really like the​ design and color,⁠‍‍ so I wear‍‌‍ it almost every‌‌ time I go‍‍‍ out.”

“Actually,‌‍ black suits you‌ better than white,⁠​ Heavenly Sword. It⁠ gives you a more… intense air.⁠​ It matches your⁠‍⁠ wild nature…”

Victoria‍‍ left the sentence‌‍‍ hanging, and her⁠ face flushed red.​‌⁠

Huh?‍‍ Did she say‌​​ something embarrassing…?

‘Ah.’‍

“Beastly.”⁠​

“Forget⁠‍ it, Princess.”

“Yes,‍​‌ I’ve already forgotten.​‍‍ Completely forgotten. Besides,‍ lucky sukebe are​‌ the ones that‌ trigger flags…”

Flags?⁠‌ More importantly…

“Do​⁠‌ you know what‌ a lucky sukebe⁠ is?”

“Ah,‍​‌ ahh! No, no‍ I don’t…!”

Of‌​ course she knows.⁠​‌ She used the‌⁠ term perfectly, at‌‌ just the right⁠​‌ moment.

“But…‌ how do you‌‌ know, Heavenly Sword…?”⁠‌‍

Damn,⁠ she cornered me.‍ Fell into my​⁠ own trap. But‌ come on, who⁠ am I? Even‍‌‌ as the most​ famous swordsman in‌‍⁠ the country, none⁠‌ of my secrets​ have ever been‌‍ discovered.

“Ryozo​ is Japanese.”

I answered shamelessly.

“I‌ learned it from​‍ her.”

Sorry,‍​ Ryozo.

“I‍⁠​ don’t think the‌ principal teaches things​ like that…”

“That’s​​ her public image.⁠‍ In reality, she’s‍ very well-informed in‍ that area.”

“Ah…⁠​ I see.”

When​‌ I get home,‌‌ I’ll make it‍​⁠ up to you.‌‌‍ I love you.​​

‘Even​ so, how odd‍‍‍ that the princess‍​ didn’t know what​‍ a lucky sukebe‍‌ was.’

Despite‍⁠⁠ all the incidents‍ we’ve experienced together,​‍ I always felt⁠‍ a certain distance⁠​ between us.

But‌​ now, even if‌‌​ just a little,​​​ I feel a closer connection.

‘An⁠‍‌ internal connection forged​ by a lucky⁠​‍ sukebe…’

How⁠​⁠ depressing. Let’s change‍⁠ the subject.

“Shall​ we go?”

“Yes.”​‍​

Guided⁠ by Victoria, I headed toward the⁠‌⁠ banquet hall. Two​​ sets of footsteps‌⁠⁠ echoed at steady‍ intervals.

The⁠ hallway was long‍‌⁠ and wide, large‌ enough to host‌​⁠ many people.

As​⁠⁠ we walked, some‍ aligned faces began​⁠⁠ to stand out.‌‌​

The‌ maids greeted us‌⁠ with bows. Then‍ the royal guards‌‍‍ raised their swords‍​ in salute.

I returned a slight⁠‌⁠ nod and kept⁠​⁠ walking. I felt​⁠‍ their gazes piercing⁠ my back. They‍​ were hostile.

‘How​ uncomfortable.’

After​ a long walk,‌​⁠ the hallway grew​‌⁠ darker. There were‌⁠ fewer windows. Instead‍⁠​ of the morning​⁠ sunlight, oil lamps‌​‍ were hung on‌‍ the walls.

More​ than a banquet‌​⁠ hall, it looked​​ like a dungeon.​‌ So of course,​‌⁠ there should be​‌ a gatekeeper.

And​⁠ right in front‌ of the enormous‍ door, a woman​‌⁠ was standing.

Her⁠​ appearance was so⁠​ peculiar it stood​ out even from‍⁠ a distance. She‌ had ash-gray hair⁠‍ and an eyepatch⁠⁠‌ with a red⁠‍ eye drawn in‌ the center.

“She’s⁠‌ one of the​ closest to His​‌‌ Majesty.”

Victoria,‌ noticing my gaze,‍​ cleared the doubt.‍‍

“From​‍ the Ryoo family​​ of Pungsan.”

She‌‌ added the detail.⁠​

“The​‌⁠ Pungsan family? The⁠​‌ ones who train​​ every sense but‌‍ sight from childhood?”⁠

“Yes.”‍

The​‍ Pungsan family doesn’t​​​ appear in the⁠ pregame guide for⁠‌ Miracle Blessing M.‍​​

I discovered them by⁠‌ chance about ten​ years ago. It’s‍‍ a lineage shrouded‌‍ in mystery.

Similar‌ in activity to‍⁠ the Auditore, who‍ move between light‌‍ and shadow, but‌⁠ with a different‍ nature.

The‍​ Pungsan family never⁠‍ sets foot in​​‍ the light.

‘Despite‍​ being heroes, they’re‍ never admitted to‌⁠ the academy.’

They‍‍ only operate in​‌ the dark. Perhaps⁠⁠‌ giving up sight‌​⁠ is part of‍ that.

Victoria⁠​ murmured:

“The‍‌ Pungsan family chooses‌​ the most promising‍ member and sends‌ them to the‍ imperial palace. It’s‌‌ always been that​ way.”

“It’s‍ the first time‌ I’ve seen one…⁠ and she’s already‌‌ the most talented⁠ of her family?​ What’s her role?”‍

“She’s‍‌ a palace official.”⁠​​

“She’s​ that capable?”

“In⁠ terms of energy⁠​‍ perception, they say‌‍​ she’s among the​⁠​ best in her⁠ family’s history.”

Victoria​‌ replied with an⁠ uneasy expression. Seems​‍⁠ she doesn’t get⁠ along with that⁠⁠​ blind official.

‘If‍​‌ she’s a palace​‍‍ official, she must​ serve directly under​‌‌ the current emperor.⁠ And if the‍ princess doesn’t get‌‌‌ along with the​​‍ emperor, it makes‍⁠‍ sense she wouldn’t‍‍ get along with‍ her either.’

Deduction‍ complete, I nodded.‍ Just then, we⁠ reached the door​ of the hall.‌​‌

The‍‌ palace official gestured⁠ with her chin‍ as a greeting​ and pushed the​ door open without​​ a word.

With‍‍‌ a deep sound,‌​ the door opened.⁠‌ Victoria entered without‍ even glancing at‍‌​ the official.

I was about to‍ enter the banquet‌​‍ hall when…

“…Thank‌⁠ you.”

The‍​ palace official, who‌ had been silent‍⁠​ like a rock,⁠​​ finally spoke.

I turned to look​ at her. She‍ bowed her head​​ as if to⁠‌ say she had⁠‍​ nothing more to​‍‍ add.

Was‌‌‍ it something like‌‌ “Thank you for‍‌‌ visiting us”? It‍​​ didn’t seem to‍⁠‌ have that kind‍‍ of tone.

I let that small​⁠⁠ knot in my‍ head slide and‌⁠‍ headed to my​ assigned seat.

Then,​‌‌ the palace official‍⁠ rushed over and​⁠​ pulled out my​ chair. Victoria slightly​‍​ parted her lips.​‍

“Palace​ official, that’s not‌​ something you usually‌‌​ do.”

A sharp tone, tinged‍‌⁠ with distrust.

“Because⁠‌ he is a special guest, His‍⁠​ Majesty ordered special​⁠ attention.”

“I​‍‌ don’t believe that​‌ order means the‌ palace official should​ perform staff duties.​⁠⁠ Am I wrong?”⁠‍

“A‍⁠ palace official of‍ the Imperial Palace​‍ has sufficient discretion‌‌​ to make decisions​‍ like this.”

The​ atmosphere tensed immediately.‌‍ The official didn’t‍‍‌ yield a single‍‌‌ word.

It​⁠‍ felt like a direct challenge to‍ the authority of​‍ the imperial family.​ A scene that⁠ clearly showed the​​ kind of treatment‍​ royal family members‍‍ receive within the‌​ palace itself.

More​ precisely, the treatment‌ received by blood​ royals who are⁠ not the Emperor.‍‍‍

“Don’t⁠​⁠ you think a palace official serving⁠⁠ at the table​ like a common​⁠ maid diminishes the⁠‍‌ dignity of the‌ Imperial Palace?”

Even‌‌‌ so, Victoria was⁠ first in line⁠​ to the throne.​‌⁠ Her words carried‍‍ much more weight​‌‌ than most other⁠ royals.

“I’m⁠​ sorry, but I can’t offer further⁠‌ explanations.”

She⁠ replied naturally, and​⁠‍ gave me a slight nod.

It‍‍ seemed like some‍ kind of signal.​‍‍

‘Do​ we know each​⁠ other…? Why is⁠​‌ she acting like​⁠ this out of‍‍ nowhere?’

In⁠ any case, just​ then, the servants⁠⁠ began to bring‌⁠ in the food,​‍ which helped ease‌​ the tension.

Amid‍​​ the awkward atmosphere,‌⁠ I reached out‌​ for the cutlery.‌‍⁠

“Allow⁠‍ me to cut‍⁠‍ it for you.”‌‌‍

The‍ palace official quickly‍‍ began slicing the‌ steak. She was​‌⁠ so fast that​‌⁠ by the time‌‍⁠ I tried to⁠‌ reach for the‍ knife, the meat⁠‍ was already perfectly​ cut into portions.​

I was left speechless.​​

Victoria,​​‌ stunned, couldn’t even⁠ get a word‍‍⁠ out. When I looked at her,‌​⁠ the official silently​​​ retreated into the‍‍ shadows.

Unsure‍‌⁠ of what to‌⁠‌ do, I put‍‌ a piece of⁠ meat into my‍‍​ mouth. It tasted⁠ as good as​‍‍ it looked.

‘If‌ it weren’t for⁠⁠ the atmosphere, it‍ would be delicious.’⁠

When⁠‌‍ only the bones​ were left on​ the plate, they‍​ immediately brought out​ a fish dish.‌

As‍ expected, the palace​ official rushed over‍‍‍ and skillfully removed‌ the bones.

Even⁠‍​ I, known as​‌ the best swordsman⁠​ in the country,​ was surprised by⁠ her dexterity. But​‍‍ wait, wasn’t she⁠‍ blind?

“Palace‌​ official!”

The​⁠ cutlery clattered loudly⁠⁠ on the table.​‌ Victoria stood up⁠​​ abruptly, slamming her⁠⁠ fist on the​ table.

“What​⁠⁠ kind of disgraceful​‌ behavior is this?!”‌​⁠

“…”​​

The‍‌ palace official looked⁠ at her while‌‌ holding the fork.‌ More precisely, she‍​ just turned her⁠⁠ head in that​ direction, since she​‌ wore an eye‍⁠ patch.

“I,​⁠ too, love the‍‌‌ Imperial Palace as​​ much as Your‌‌ Highness.”

She​ clung to me‍ like a shadow‍​ as she firmly‍‍ delivered her declaration.‌‌⁠

“And‌ all my actions‍ are part of​ my fight to​‍ protect it. I would appreciate it​​ if you could‌​⁠ keep that in⁠ mind.”

“Ha…”⁠⁠

Victoria‍‌ let out a sigh of exasperation.‍⁠​

“Is‌ cutting meat part⁠ of that fight?”​

“Yes.”​‌​

“Removing​‌‌ fish bones too?”‍‍

“Of⁠‍‌ course.”

“What’s‍ next then, giving​ yourself completely?”

“If​ necessary, I could‍⁠ even help him‌ bathe. I’m blind‌ anyway, so it’s‌​ not a problem,⁠​ right?”

‘Please,⁠‌⁠ why are you⁠‍​ doing this to‌ me…?’

“Palace‌‍​ official!”

A verbal fight without​‌ physical violence broke‍ out over the​​‌ wide table. I sat there, pale,⁠ completely out of​⁠ place.

I didn’t know what​​‌ to do. Intervening‌ would be meddling,​​ and I didn’t‌ have the ability⁠⁠‍ to mediate between​ them.

But‌ what intrigued me‌⁠‍ most was why‌ the palace official​ was being so⁠​‌ excessively attentive.

She⁠‌ seemed to have​‌‌ mistaken me for​​ someone else. Did⁠ I save her​​​ once without knowing⁠ it?

‘…Maybe​​‌ I should just⁠​ go home…?’

At‌ that moment, whether‌​‌ it was coins,⁠‍⁠ EX-grade enhancement materials,⁠‌⁠ or anything else,‌ I didn’t care.‌‍⁠

I just felt an⁠‌⁠ overwhelming urge to‌​‍ go home, rising‌ up my throat‍ like a primal‍⁠​ instinct.

While​‌ I sat in‍ that state, the‍‍ palace official gave‌​​ me a slight​ smile, tugging at​‍​ the corner of‌‌⁠ her lips.

After⁠ the meal, there‍ was already a scheduled agenda.

I had to talk​ to this woman.⁠‌‍ No matter what.​​⁠

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