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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 371: Slave (2)

Chapter 371: Slave (2)

“So‌‌​ he made that‌​‌ request.”

The‍ Emperor rested his⁠ chin on his​⁠ hand while listening​‍ to Garyeon’s report.​‌⁠

“Yes…”‍⁠

Tap.‌ Tap. The sound​‌ of fingernails tapping​ the armrest seemed​‍‍ to grate even⁠ Garyeon’s nerves. A chill ran down​​‍ her back—even though‍‌ she was just​​⁠ the messenger.

‘The​​ content of the‌⁠ message is just​ too absurd.’

Historically,​ messengers tasked with‌ delivering excessive demands‍‌ were often unjustly‍‍‍ killed. It was⁠​‍ the perfect way‌⁠​ to signal the‌ collapse of negotiations.‍ In other words,​​ a declaration of⁠ war.

However,​⁠ this time was⁠‌ different—regardless of intentions,‍ Garyeon was part‌⁠⁠ of the imperial‍⁠‌ family.

And​ something else was‍‌ clear to her⁠​‍ the survival of​⁠‌ the imperial family‍⁠‌ was top priority.​‍ Truly. As she⁠⁠ often said herself,‌‍ the weight of​‍ the term “imperial‌​ family” on her‌ heart was far⁠ greater than for⁠⁠​ the Emperor himself.‌

‘All​⁠⁠ my actions are⁠ for the good⁠‍⁠ of the imperial​​⁠ family.’

She⁠​‌ tried to rationalize​‍‍ it. And in​ fact, it was⁠⁠‌ true.

She‍ had considered many‍ possibilities.

‘Was⁠‌​ allying with the‍‌ Heavenly Sword the‍⁠⁠ right call?’

She​ had pondered it​⁠ over and over—down‌ to the extreme.​​‍

And‌​ in the end,​​⁠ Garyeon arrived at‌‌​ the same conclusion⁠⁠ she had made‍⁠ the right decision.⁠‍ The best thing⁠​⁠ for the imperial‌⁠ family was not​‌​ to provoke the​⁠ Heavenly Sword.

‘…Though‍ I didn’t expect​‍‍ him to be‍‍⁠ so irrational.’

Too​ late for regrets.​‌⁠ As soon as⁠‌ she finished her⁠​ talk with Kang⁠​ Geom-Ma, Garyeon headed‌ to the Emperor’s‌ cabin.

Her‌ steps felt like​‌ she was dragging‍‍​ tons with her‌‍⁠ feet—but there was‌‌ no other option.‍⁠ She had to⁠‌ go.

“Hmm.”​​⁠

The‍ Emperor’s murmur dragged⁠ on. The gray‌ bandage over Garyeon’s⁠‍ eyes darkened with⁠ the sweat pouring⁠​​ from her forehead.⁠‍

The‌‌‌ fireplace’s warmth filled‌​‌ the air, and⁠⁠⁠ yet Garyeon felt⁠‍​ chills. Her hands⁠⁠‌ and feet were⁠‌​ cold.

“Tell​‌ the Heavenly Sword…”‌⁠

At⁠‍‌ last, the Emperor’s‍‍⁠ voice broke the⁠‍ silence.

“…that​​ I’ll accept one‍​​ of his demands.”‍​

“…?”‌⁠

Garyeon⁠ reflexively lifted her​‍‍ head. Her eyes,​‌ hidden behind the⁠ bandage, widened like​​ lanterns.

‘He’ll‍ accept that demand?’⁠​

Her⁠⁠‍ reaction was clear,‍ but the Emperor​​‌ continued speaking calmly‍‌​ as he tossed‌ logs into the‍⁠‍ fireplace.

“I⁠ promised I’d accept⁠​‍ one of his​‍‍ requests.”

She‌ knew that.

‘I‍‍‍ know, but…’

Based‍‍ on experience, the​⁠​ Emperor was someone​‍ who only made⁠ demands, never accepted‍‍‌ them.

‘So‍ in this case…’‌

Could‌‌⁠ it be fear‌‌​ of the Heavenly‍ Sword?

Never.​‌‌ Impossible.

‘He’d⁠ sooner let his​ head be sliced​ by sashimi.’

The‌ Emperor would never‍ submit to anyone—not⁠ because of imperial‍ pride, but because​ of his very​‍​ nature.

Garyeon⁠‍‍ began analyzing quickly.‌

‘If​‌​ I stay quiet‍‍‌ now…’

The‌​ Emperor would suspect‍⁠ her relationship with⁠​ Kang Geom-Ma. Garyeon​​‌ was a palace‍‌‌ official. Her role‍⁠ was to advise⁠ the Emperor.

The⁠ palace was full‍‌ of flatterers. She‍‍‍ had to be​​ different.

She​ always had been—and‍‍ must continue to‍ be.

But⁠ if she showed‍‍ submission on something‌​‌ this important…

Even​‍ if the Emperor‍‍​ didn’t suspect her,‌⁠​ it would be​⁠ a problem. It‌‍ would be an​‌​ admission that she‌⁠⁠ couldn’t fulfill her‌ role.

Crack,‌ crack.

Firewood⁠ cracked in the‌‌ hearth. She felt​ her neurons burning,‍‍‍ too.

The‌​ Emperor accepted the⁠​⁠ Heavenly Sword’s proposal​‌‍ with unsettling indifference.​

Too​‍‍ much indifference, in‍‍‍ fact.

‘That⁠‍​ means…’

As‍‌ she cut away‌ the extraneous thoughts,⁠ her hypothesis solidified.​ Garyeon chose her⁠​ words carefully.

“The‍⁠​ annihilation of the​‌‌ Imperial Guard wasn’t⁠ the Heavenly Sword’s‌‍​ order—it was Your​ Majesty’s. He merely⁠ became your sword⁠ unknowingly. So his‌ demand is nothing​ more than rightful⁠‍ compensation—”

“If‌ my children were‌​​ half as worthy⁠​ as you, I wouldn’t ask for⁠ more. Though Victoria​​ is fine, she‌ still lacks experience.”‌‌

“I’m‌‌‌ honored. I vow​‌ to serve Her⁠ Highness Victoria with​ absolute devotion.”

“So‍ you think her‌‌‌ reign is near?”​‌

“No…‍​⁠ That wasn’t my‌⁠​ intention.”

The‍ Emperor smiled at‍⁠‌ the flames.

“Nor​⁠‍ was it mine.”⁠​

“…”⁠

“What’s‌⁠ the most basic‍ mechanism of politics?”‍⁠‌

“Giving‍​ in proportion to⁠​​ what one receives.”‌

The‍ foundation of politics​ is trust. You⁠⁠⁠ must repay in⁠​ kind. Only by‍ respecting that principle‌ can you earn⁠ the people’s trust.‍⁠

But⁠​ it’s not enough‍ to respect it—you‌⁠⁠ must also use​⁠ it shrewdly.

“Don’t‍⁠‌ tell me…”

Garyeon’s‍‌‍ lips went pale.​⁠⁠

“You⁠ plan to bring​​ the Black Dogs​ into the light?”⁠

The‍‌​ Emperor stirred the​‌ firewood with a poker as he‍ replied.

“This‌ situation has made‌​ it clear. The⁠​‍ Imperial Guard’s ego‌‍ has grown too⁠ large. That Oscar‍ got involved with‌​‍ the queen—yes—but more‍ importantly, the soldiers⁠‍‍ no longer swear‍​ loyalty to the‍‌ throne.”

“And‍‌ what made you‌ think that?”

The​⁠​ Emperor fixed his⁠​‍ gaze on Garyeon.​

“If‌​​ they were truly⁠​ the imperial family’s‌‍‌ army, they would’ve​‌⁠ killed Oscar on​⁠ the spot. But‍ what did they‌ do? They carried‍ him off on‍‌‌ a stretcher to‍ the hospital.”

“Ah…”‍

“There’s​​ no other option.”​⁠

The‌⁠ Emperor shrugged and​⁠⁠ turned back to⁠ the fireplace. Garyeon​⁠‌ watched, thinking.

In​ this man’s mind,​‌⁠ the honor of⁠⁠‌ the imperial family⁠​​ means nothing. Worse—it’s⁠ an obstacle.

And‍​ so—

‘There’s⁠ no other choice.’‌⁠

The​‍‌ scale in Garyeon’s​‍ chest, which had‍‌ been swaying ceaselessly,⁠ tipped completely.

“I‌ accept the will⁠​ of the sun.”​‍

She⁠ lifted her skirt’s‌‍‍ hem and bowed​‍ before exiting the⁠‌‌ cabin.

***‍​‍

A warm and cozy⁠⁠ bedroom.

The⁠‌⁠ morning bell rang.⁠‌ I stretched an‌ arm out from⁠ under the comforter⁠ and smacked the‍‌​ nightstand. After groping‍⁠‌ around five times,‌ I finally found‍‍‌ my phone and‍​⁠ pulled it under‍⁠‌ the covers. The‌ one who interrupted‍‍ my sweet sleep‌⁠⁠ was Garyeon.

“Ah,‌ I see. Understood.”​

I replied drowsily.

After​​ the brief call,​​⁠ I dropped the⁠ phone back in​‍ place. Just then,‌ I heard a rustle beside me.‍

“Sorry​⁠ for waking you.”⁠

“It’s‍ okay. Time to‍‍ get up anyway.”​

Ryozo⁠‌⁠ rubbed her eyes‌‍‌ with a fist.​

“A⁠ call this early?”‌⁠

She‍‌ asked while sitting⁠ up.

With​ her other hand,​‍‍ she pulled the‌ white comforter up⁠ to her collarbone.‌

Morning‍⁠‌ sunlight sparkled on‌ his neck.

“It‍⁠ was from the​⁠ Imperial Palace.”

“…The​‍⁠ Palace?”

“I‍⁠‍ contacted the palace​⁠ officer last night.‍ They’re thinking about‌⁠ founding a graduate​ school in the​​ Academy and want‍ access to knowledge‍ from the Infinite‍ Library.”

“And​ what did they‍ say?”

Ryozo‍⁠​ leaned closer. The​ comforter slipped to‍ her navel.

“They​‌ agreed.”

“What?!”‍

Ryozo’s⁠ surprised eyes were‌ rare. I wanted​‍‌ to see more‍‌ of them, so​​ I added.

“What‍‍‍ do you think‌​ is Incye’s best‌ bottomless chest?”

“…They’re‌⁠‌ giving you money​ too?”

“Seems​ like it.”

“Geom-Ma,‌⁠ let’s be real.‌ Did you threaten‌⁠​ the emperor again?”‍

Again?​​​ Though it stung‍‍⁠ a bit, I pretended not to⁠ hear.

“I’m⁠​‍ not that rude.‌ I spoke with​ him adult to​ adult. Fortunately, he’s​⁠ not too dense.‌‌​ If he accepted​ the demand, it​ means he understood‍⁠ well.”

“…”⁠⁠

Ryozo‌‍ went silent for‍‌⁠ a moment.

If⁠​‌ it were her,​ she’d be happy,‍‍ right? Didn’t this⁠ solve that muscle‌⁠ strain issue?

“Still…‌‌​ it feels fishy.”‌⁠​

Ryozo‌‍ wasn’t exactly optimistic.‍

More⁠‍ than pessimistic, she‍‌⁠ was an expert⁠‌​ at objectifying everything.⁠​

“In⁠ politics, the most‍⁠⁠ important thing is…”‌​‌

“The⁠‌ payback.”

Ryozo‌‍⁠ blinked. Sometimes, when⁠‌‌ I get lost‌⁠ in thought, she​‌‍ looks at me​​ like a stranger.‌‌‍

“Giving‌​ in proportion to⁠‌ what one receives.”​‍

Though​ it’s embarrassing to⁠​ admit, in my​​ past life I spent a lot​​​ of time rubbing​​ shoulders with politicians.‌ They say even‍‌​ a school dog‌ learns something in⁠​ three years, so‍⁠​ with my time‍⁠​ among swords, I was practically a three-term congressman.

At⁠ one point, I was number 7.‍⁠ I said it⁠⁠ proudly.

“I⁠⁠ was curious too.​ I saw the​‌ emperor in person,​‍ you know? He’s‌ not the type‌ to just accept‌ things. If he​ can squeeze something,⁠⁠​ he will. I was about to⁠‌‌ ask the caller⁠‌⁠ about it, but⁠‍⁠ he beat me‍ to it.”

“What​​​ did he say?”⁠‌‌

“That​​‍ since I spared​⁠ him the trouble⁠ of cleaning out‌‍ the Imperial Guard,​‌ he accepted my​‍‍ demand. Looks like⁠​‍ the Guard was‍​ his weak spot.”⁠‍⁠

I’d⁠‌⁠ explained it in‍⁠ advance. With Choi​‌‍ Seol-Ah and Shail‌⁠ present, the info‌ flowed smoothly.

Ryozo,‍ listening, was silent‍ for a few‍‌ seconds. Then she‌ murmured.

“If⁠⁠‌ the Imperial Guard​ disappears, new power⁠⁠​ will be needed‍ to fill the​ gap… And the​​ only group I can think of⁠⁠ is them.”

“Feeling⁠​​ guilty about something?”‍

“Hmm,⁠‍‍ do you know​ the Black Dogs?”⁠⁠

I slowly closed my⁠​‍ eyes—and then opened​​‌ them.

“I’ve⁠​ heard of them.‍ Something about Offri…”‍

“It’s‍ the blood name⁠ of the Oprichnik⁠ (опричник).”

They‌‍ weren’t a group‍‍​ that appeared in‍⁠‍ Miracle Blessing M.⁠ As expected, I didn’t learn of‌‌ their existence until⁠​‌ I’d spent a long time in‌ this world.

“If‍⁠⁠ the Guard lives⁠ in the light,‍⁠⁠ the Oprichnik are​​ a private force⁠ in the shadows.‍⁠​ Since I come​​ from the family⁠⁠⁠ I do, I’d​​ only vaguely heard‍ of them—but I don’t know much​ more. Still… you⁠‍ gave them the‍⁠ excuse to come‍​ into the light.‍⁠ That’s why the‌‍ emperor accepted so‍ easily.”

Ryozo​‌ deduced the Green‌ Emperor’s intent with‌‌‌ near-perfect precision from‍⁠⁠ scattered clues. Impressive.⁠‌

“The‌⁠‌ Guard was filled⁠ with sons of⁠​ noble families. It‍ was a generational‌ tradition. He couldn’t‍​ just wipe them⁠ out in one‌⁠ swoop, but he​‍ took the opportunity⁠⁠‌ and cleaned house‍​​ without triggering an‌ explosion. It’s only⁠ natural he’s grateful​‌⁠ to you.”

“I‌​‍ didn’t know he​ had that intention.”‌

“Neither​‍ did I. Sometimes,⁠​⁠ our most insignificant​ choices cause the​‍ biggest ripples.”

“If‌ it weren’t for​ the person who​⁠ called this morning,‌‌ I wouldn’t have​ known either. What​⁠ a grateful soul,‌ huh?”

“…”‌‌⁠

“What‌ do you think?”​

“Well,‍‌ yeah.”

“That’s‍⁠⁠ it?”

“Ryozo,​⁠‍ don’t tell me…”‍‌

Chirp,⁠ chirp, chirp. Morning‌ birds chirped energetically.⁠

“Huh,⁠⁠ it’s not that.”‍‍​

“Is‍​ it a woman?”‌

Ryozo​ smiled and tilted‍​‌ her head.

“Is‍⁠​ it a woman​​ or not?”

“In‍‌‌ terms of daily‌ life?”

“Uh-huh.”‌‌⁠

Swoosh.⁠

“It’s‍​‌ none of that.”‌

“What⁠‍ is it then?”‌

“It’s‍⁠ strictly a business⁠‌ relationship.”

“I‌ never said otherwise.”​​

Ryozo⁠​‌ walked to the⁠‍ wardrobe, dragging the‌⁠‍ bedsheet like a wedding gown.

In​‍ the space left​ behind, cold air​‍⁠ swept across my‍​‌ chest.

…Tiiing.​⁠

The⁠​‌ bow twanged crisply.​ Ryozo had taken‌‍ out her S-grade‌⁠ weapon, the Baeksi‍‍⁠ of pure light,​⁠ and was drawing‌‍‍ and releasing the‌ string multiple times.‍

“Did‌ I heal too​ much? I feel​ tense.”

“You’re‌⁠ with me. You⁠​⁠ won’t need to​⁠ use it in‌⁠ your life.”

“You⁠​ never know.”

Their‌‌ eyes gleamed sharply.‍⁠⁠

“Maybe⁠ that you never‍ know won’t affect⁠‍‍ you. But I can’t stop you.”‍

A cold, terrifying objectivity.​

“…”‌‍​

“But‌ the other one​⁠ is different.”

I masked my discomfort⁠ as best I could.

Southern​ base. Media. I calmly erased the‍ wave of suspicion⁠‍ and responded with⁠‍‌ a teasing smile.​

“Who‌ knows?”

“I​‌​ don’t think it’ll‍⁠ happen, but if‌‌ it does… what‌​‌ would you do?”‌‍

Ryozo‍‌ spoke firmly.

“I’m‌⁠​ curious too.”

***‌

A day that began‍ by smoothing over‌‍ the morning chaos‌ with my dazzling‌⁠ wit (adult matters).‍​

I must’ve looked visibly⁠​​ worn out—no one‌⁠ dared bother me.​

In⁠⁠‍ fact, I broke‌‌‌ into a cold‍​⁠ sweat.

“Egh…”‌⁠

That’s⁠ what I get⁠​ for doing something‌ suspicious.

I regret my past‌⁠ self. If I’d⁠⁠⁠ wanted to, maybe​⁠ I could’ve stopped​ Media from becoming‌‌​ so active early⁠‍⁠ on, right?

It​ was such a surprise I froze.⁠‌‌ So it wasn’t‍ my fault—it was​‍⁠ an act of​ God. By the⁠ time I tried⁠‍‍ to step in,​​​ Media had already‌‍​ disappeared.

‘Gotta‌‌ watch my behavior.’‍‍⁠

Ryozo⁠‍​ is someone who⁠‍‍ stays calm in‌ any situation. Even‌‍​ when a shadow‌⁠⁠ looms over the‌⁠​ Academy or during‌ management struggles. Ryozo⁠⁠‌ rarely shows emotion.​​‌

But‍​ it was that​ same person who‌⁠‌ warned me with‌‌​ raw feeling. She‌ didn’t say it‍‍ aloud—but that made‌ it hit harder.‌⁠

‘If​‌ that case comes‌‍ to pass…’

I shook my head.​‌

‘Better​‌‍ be careful.’

I spent the whole‍‍ day in thought.​

And⁠ before I knew‌‌ it, dusk had​ begun coloring the‍​ sky.

‘Already?’​

I repeated that same‌ phrase into the‌⁠⁠ evening.

“It’s​​ been a while,​ Mr. Heavenly Sword.”⁠‍‌

Palace‍​⁠ officer Garyeon had‌​‍ come to Joaquin‍ Academy. It had‍ only been eight‌⁠ hours since I made the request.​

She​ waited in the‌ reception hall, posture⁠ straight. Around her,‍⁠ a line of‌‌ suitcases formed a sort of barricade.⁠

Did​⁠​ she use a subspace gate? But‌‍⁠ the Imperial Palace‌‌ doesn’t have that⁠‍ kind of transport.‍‍

“Since‍​ it was urgent,⁠‍ I came on‌⁠‍ the palace’s private​⁠​ jet.”

Garyeon⁠ tapped one of‍ the suitcases stacked‌ like a mountain.⁠​‍

“This‍⁠⁠ is the knowledge⁠​ you requested, Mr.​ Heavenly Sword.”

“That‌‌⁠ fast?”

“His​‍ Majesty hates leaving​ things undone. And​ it wasn’t something​‌‌ that should be‍⁠ delayed. In fact,‍⁠‍ I planned to​ deliver this and⁠‌‌ leave immediately, but⁠‍ since flying at‍ night is dangerous,⁠ I’ll spend the⁠​ night nearby before‍‌ returning. I hope⁠ that’s alright.”

“No​‍​ problem.”

I gestured toward the‍‍⁠ suitcases.

“The​‌ deal included exclusive‌​ rights to this‌ knowledge. That’s why⁠​ I intended to​‍ visit the emperor⁠ once everything was‌ ready.”

“No‌‌ need to worry.”⁠

“Saying‍ no need to‌‍ worry when it’s⁠⁠‍ the emperor we’re‌‌ talking about… coming​‍⁠ from someone who‌‍‍ knows him so⁠​ well—how can you⁠‍‍ say that?”

“…I⁠ was careless.”

“Well,‍​ no matter now.”⁠⁠⁠

I gauged the size⁠‍ of the suitcases​⁠⁠ by eye.

Just⁠‍​ as the emperor‍⁠ promised, it was​​​ an overwhelming amount.‍ Maybe even more⁠‍‍ than expected.

‘This​ should be enough​⁠ to prepare the‌‌ graduate school.’

A satisfied smile crept‍​‌ across my lips.‌‍‌ But it was​‍ too soon to​ relax.

[The‌‌ blessing of the‍⁠ Sword God manifests.]‌​​

Garyeon​‍ flinched at the‍‍ sudden sword resonance.​⁠ Funny. Why does‌ everyone get so⁠‌‍ tense whenever I draw my sashimi?⁠‌‍

I really don’t get‌‌ it.

I squinted.

A red line etched⁠⁠ itself into my‌‍‌ retina. The starting​‍‍ point—the pile of​⁠ suitcases. The destination—the‌⁠ source of that⁠‍ knowledge.

“Tell‌⁠ the emperor…”

As​‌ I approached with​ the sashimi, the‍ line snapped.

“That​‌ he promised me‌⁠⁠ exclusive rights.”

“…!”‌‌

Garyeon​ covered her ears.⁠​‍ She must’ve been⁠‍ communicating with the⁠‍ emperor via transmitted⁠ sound.

So​‌⁠ at this very‌‍ moment, the words​ were likely echoing‌ in his ear.⁠⁠​

Kyaaaaaaaaaa!⁠

Since‍‌ he used me​⁠‍ at his convenience,‌⁠​ I’m just returning⁠​ the favor.

Give​‍‍ in proportion to​ what you receive.​

++++++++++++++++++++++++⁠

《May​⁠⁠ the blessing of‌ the gods be⁠‌⁠ with you.》

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But​‌ double.

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