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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 390: The Unfathomable Abyss (3)

Chapter 390: The Unfathomable Abyss (3)

The​​‍ air was stale.​ The smell of‌ mold invaded my‌​⁠ lungs. When my⁠ vision was completely‌⁠ swallowed by darkness,‍ the oil lamp‌‍​ hanging on the​​‌ wall flickered faintly‍ before my eyes.⁠​​

A flickering light. Landscapes⁠‌ appearing and disappearing.⁠⁠ A minimum of​‌ air.

Pushing​⁠ through it all,⁠ I descended into‍ the depths of​ darkness.

Downward.​‍‌ Further and further​ down. I couldn’t‍‌ tell how many‌ floors this stretched.⁠​

Perhaps​‍ it pierced through⁠ the very crust⁠ of this planet‍ and reached the‍‌ underground core. The‍​ thought sent a shiver down my‌‍ spine, while at⁠​​ the same time⁠‌ making me wonder‍‌‌ if a human‌⁠‍ being could really​⁠ survive in such‍ an environment.

“It’s‍ not a sight​‌‌ you often see,⁠‍ Heavenly Sword.”

The‍ elderly man with​⁠‌ graying hair walking‌ ahead turned to​ look at me.‌ Altair Auditore.

The‌ fact that he​‌‍ was my guide‍‍ made one thing‍ clear.

“This​⁠ is the Auditore‌​ dungeon.”

I was in the​ headquarters of the‌⁠ Auditore da Sicilia⁠ family.

“It’s​ a chilling place.⁠​‍ Seeing it from‍ the outside, I never would have​ imagined it was‌‌ like this.”

“When⁠‍ the façade is‍‍​ ostentatious, it’s hard‌⁠⁠ to imagine there’s‍ an underground like​‌ this. That luxurious‌ castle is nothing‌ but a smoke‌‌ screen to hide⁠ it.”

“I⁠‌ see.”

“I‌⁠ regret receiving such‍⁠ a distinguished guest‌ in these conditions,‍ but bear with‌ it a little​‍ longer. We’re almost​ there.”

“How‍​ much farther?”

“About‍ fifty floors further‌‌‌ down.”

“…”⁠‍‍

That‌⁠⁠ could really crush​ my morale.

I suppressed a sigh.​⁠‍ The air was⁠ thin. I had​ to ration each​​ breath. I lowered⁠⁠​ the sound of‌⁠​ my breathing and​ kept moving.

Step,‌⁠​ step.

To‌​​ sum up the‌⁠⁠ situation — as‍ soon as I finished the call‌⁠​ with Knox, I headed to Italy⁠ to meet him.⁠ And, upon hearing‍​​ the full story,​‍ I understood that​​‌ the situation was‌⁠‍ serious.

While​ I was in​ the hospital, Chloe‍ had carried out⁠⁠‌ the tracking and⁠ pursuit of several⁠‌​ big fish from⁠‌ the Villain Union.​⁠​

Up​​​ to that point,​‍ there was no‌ problem at all.⁠ Under the pretext​ of a “villain‍ raid,” all governments⁠⁠ were in agreement.⁠‌ But the critical‍ point was that​ Chloe — that​‍‌ Chloe who sometimes⁠ lost her mind⁠‌ — had gone⁠ too far.

When‌​‌ she became obsessed⁠​⁠ with something, Chloe⁠​ didn’t distinguish between‍‍ friend and foe.‍⁠​ Of course, she‌‌ didn’t act without‌‌ evidence — with‍​​ solid proof that​ Auditore blood ran⁠​⁠ through her target’s‍⁠​ veins, she approached‌⁠​ him.

According​​ to Altair, those‌‍ targets turned out⁠ to be people⁠ who, to varying‍​ degrees, were linked⁠ to the Villain​⁠‌ Union.

‘So‌ Chloe wasn’t wrong.’⁠‍‍

But,‍⁠ in the process,‍​‍ she skipped legal‌⁠‍ procedures. She replaced‍ the judgment of​‌ law with personal⁠‌ violence. That was​ what had enraged⁠⁠‌ the leaders of​ the 32 OECD‌ countries.

“It’s‍‍ not something that​‌ hasn’t happened before.”‍

Altair⁠⁠ said it as⁠ if to ease⁠ my mental burden.​

“Has​‍ there also been‌‍‌ an international wanted⁠ order in 32‌ countries before?”

“Maybe.​ About a hundred‌‌​ years ago, perhaps.”‌‌

“So​⁠‍ before the OECD‌ was founded.”

“Yeah.”⁠

He​​ said it like⁠‌‌ it was no⁠ big deal, even⁠‌‌ though it was⁠​​ an event that‌‍ happened, at most,⁠‌ once every hundred‍‌ years.

“But​‍‌ that’s not the‍‍‌ important part.”

Like‌ a true Auditore,⁠‌ his sense of‌ urgency was different.​‍

“You‍⁠ mean this isn’t‍‍ a serious problem?”​⁠‍

“It‍​​ is, but it’s‍ secondary priority. Within⁠​ the Auditores, only​ Knox and I know that Chloe‌ is locked in‍⁠​ the dungeon. And,‌‌‍ as an outsider,​ only you, Heavenly⁠ Sword.”

“The‌​ countries that issued⁠ the wanted order‍⁠⁠ will find out‌​⁠ soon.”

“They‌​⁠ seem to have⁠‌‍ already caught wind‍​ of something. For⁠​ the past hour,​‍ the supreme courts⁠‍‍ of each country⁠‍ have been very⁠⁠‌ busy. It’s said‌ that the governments​‌‍ and prosecutors of​ those 32 countries‍‍⁠ are jointly pressuring⁠⁠‌ for a court​‌ order against us.”‌

“And​ even then, this‍⁠ isn’t the most​‌​ serious matter?”

“I​ want you to‍‌ understand that the‍⁠‍ immediate problem we⁠‌ face is much​ more serious… Ah,⁠ here we are.”‍

“…Excuse​ me?”

At​​‌ the bottom of‍‌‍ the stairs was​ an open space.‍‍ No, not exactly‍⁠ — in an‍⁠⁠ empty cavern stood⁠‍ an old well‌⁠⁠ covered in blackened‍ moss, logical in‌​ an underground place⁠ where no light​‍‍ reached.

“Don’t​​‍ tell me…”

Before‍ I could finish​‍ the sentence, I quickly turned my​‌ head. Altair spoke‍ in a dry⁠‌‍ voice.

“It’s‍⁠ not normally used.​ On the way‍⁠‍ down, you must⁠‌ have seen doors​‍‍ here and there,‍‌⁠ right? Usually, if⁠ someone causes trouble,‌ we send them​‌‍ there for a few days to​​ reflect.”

“But⁠​ you said that,‌‍ by Auditore standards,⁠ Chloe hadn’t done‍​ anything wrong.”

My⁠​ voice carried a trace of irritation.‌⁠‍ If Chloe had‍ hurt a civilian,⁠​⁠ there would be​ no excuse. But⁠⁠ here, right and‍⁠ wrong were clearly‍ defined.

‘The‌⁠ ones above are​ angry because they‌ feel their authority⁠​​ was undermined.’

I thought Altair would⁠⁠​ understand, but then⁠ he added:

“Hey,‍‍‌ you have to‍ listen to people⁠‌‌ until the end.”​

“…?”‌‍

“As⁠⁠⁠ you said, according⁠ to the standards‍⁠ of our family‍ in the shadows,​⁠ Chloe did nothing⁠‍ wrong.”

Altair‌‍⁠ approached the well.‌⁠ I followed, but​ stopped a few⁠​​ steps away.

Creak,‍‌ creak.

Altair⁠​‍ pulled on the⁠ rope of the‌​ winch. The worn⁠⁠​ sound of wood⁠​​ and metal mixed‍‍‍ with the old‌⁠ man’s voice.

“We‌‍ didn’t lock Chloe​​⁠ up because she​ did something wrong.‍ We locked her‍​ up because her​‍ condition is worsening.”​

The​‍‌ rope trembled. Something‍‌‌ emerged from the⁠​‌ well.

It​‍⁠ was Chloe, tied‌‌‍ to the rope.‌ First came her‌‍‍ reddish hair, then​‍⁠ an eyepatch, then‍ a gag, and​ finally a straitjacket.‍ They had completely‍​ restrained her.

“…”‌

Chloe’s⁠ head hung low.⁠⁠ I hesitated to⁠ tell if she‍ was still breathing,​⁠ but was relieved‌ to see that‍ the gag was​​​ damp. Then, an‌​⁠ unpleasant smell reached‌‌ my nose. It‍⁠‌ wasn’t a stench‌‍ from poor hygiene​ or from being⁠⁠ underground.

It‍‍‌ was a murky‍​⁠ smell — the‌ artificial fragrance that⁠​‌ arises when a blessing and magic‍⁠ come into conflict.‍​‍ If I had‍​​ to give an​ example, it would​⁠ be like spraying‌​ hundreds of different‌​ perfumes until you⁠ became dizzy.

“This​⁠ is…”

“Exactly.”⁠​

Altair‌⁠‍ nodded. His eyes‌⁠ looked very sad.‍

“The‌ blessing is awakening.”⁠

“…!”‌⁠⁠

Leon,‌ Abel, Ryozo, Rachel.‍‍ Not even those⁠‌ called the “Golden‍⁠⁠ Generation” had touched‍‌ that frontier.

“In‍​ all the history‍ of the Auditore,​​ Chloe is the​ second.”

Chloe⁠​ was knocking on⁠ that door.

***⁠

After‌‌‌ checking only Chloe’s‌​ condition, I left​⁠ the underground with‍​ Altair.

According‌⁠ to the explanation‌ I heard as⁠⁠ we ascended, the⁠​‍ name of the⁠⁠ well was Mugan.‌‍‌

It‌‍‍ was a sacred⁠‌ artifact where, on‌‌‌ occasion, members of‍‌ the Auditore who‌‍⁠ were drunk on‌ bloodlust were locked⁠ away.

It‍‍‍ wasn’t a treasure‌⁠ in itself, but‌ rather, the founder‌​ of the Auditore​‍ had built the​‌ fortress over that‍⁠ well, which had​‌​ existed even before‍⁠‍ the beginnings of‍‌ the family.

It​ could be assumed,‍‍⁠ with high probability,⁠​⁠ that there was‍‍‍ a connection to‍​‍ the ancients. But‌⁠‌ asking experts about​‌‌ it would have‌ to wait a little. For now,‌​ I had to​‍⁠ address the concern‌​‍ of this man‌⁠‌ clinging to my‌‌ pants — the‌⁠⁠ brother obsessed with​​‍ his sister, Knox.‍

“How‌‍ was she?”

Knox⁠ asked me, panting.‍‌ This man had‌ been waiting for⁠ me at the‌ entrance to the‍⁠‌ dungeon. I gave‍⁠ a bitter smile.‌⁠ Knox had repeatedly​‌ requested to meet‍‌⁠ with Chloe, but⁠‌ Altair had flatly‌ refused.

When‌ it came to‌ Chloe, Knox lost‍ his judgment. He‌⁠ might not be⁠ able to bear‍‌ seeing her like‍‌‍ that and end⁠‍​ up releasing her,​⁠‍ so they had‌‌ blocked him from‌​ entering as a preventive measure.

‘This​⁠⁠ is exactly the‍‍ face of someone​‍‌ dying of curiosity.’‍

I cleared my throat⁠​ and replied.

“I‍ think Chloe has​‌ discovered a new​‌ taste.”

“…What‌⁠ the hell does​‌​ that mean?”

It‌‌ was a joke‌ to lighten the‌‌⁠ mood, but he‌‍ responded as if⁠⁠⁠ I were speaking‌ seriously, making me⁠ look bad.

“The​‌‍ awakening of her⁠ blessing is in‌‍ process, but she’s‌​ fine.”

“Blessing​‍ awakening…? That shortens​‍ life expectancy!”

Wow.‍ It was the⁠​⁠ first time I’d‌‍ heard Knox without‌‍ his archaic tone.‍‍ He must have​‌‍ been truly distressed.‌‌⁠

“The‍ life-shortening part happens‍‍ when the awakening‌‍​ of the blessing⁠‌‌ is already mature.‌‍ Right now it’s‍⁠ only in process,‍‌ so as long​ as we act​‌‍ before then, she’ll‍​ be fine.”

“Heavenly‍ Sword, is this‌​‌ a field you’re⁠‍‍ familiar with?”

“No.”‌‍‌

I shook my head.⁠ Desperation was reflected⁠​ in Knox’s eyes,‍ so I added:​

“But‌‌ the experts are‍⁠‍ all in Korea​​ right now.”

“Ah.”‍⁠⁠

The‌​​ Joaquin Graduate School.‌​​ Chloe’s awakening would⁠⁠‌ be a trial‍​‌ by fire for​ that institution.

“Although‍ it feels different​‍‍ from the awakening​⁠​ of a blessing​‌ ten years ago,‍ they’ll be able​ to find an‌‍ answer.”

“…I⁠ hope so.”

“It’ll​‍‍ be difficult. But​⁠ even if it‌ is, I’ll find​ a way to‌ open a path.”‍​

Toc.⁠

I lightly tapped his‍ collarbone. Knox’s center​⁠⁠ of gravity wavered⁠ a little.

“In​ difficult times, let’s⁠‍ trust and support⁠⁠‍ each other.”

“…”⁠

“It⁠‍ sounds corny, but‌⁠ trust your brother.”‌​⁠

Knox‌ took a step⁠ back and turned⁠​ his back on⁠ me, moving so‍‍​ quickly it kicked​ up a gust​​⁠ of air. Was⁠​ he wiping away‌⁠ tears?

“I…‍‍ am the older​⁠‌ brother.”

Now?⁠⁠ Were we really‌ going to argue​‍ about who was‌‍ older? It’s not‍⁠​ like being older⁠ was something to‌⁠ brag about, but⁠ strictly speaking, I was far older⁠ than him.

“…Even‍‌​ so, Heavenly Sword,‌‍ you are the‍ sun that allows​⁠ our Auditore family‌​‍ to exist as​​ shadows, so I will trust you…”⁠‌‌

I smiled wryly.

“Yes,​‍ yes. Trust your⁠ brother.”

“Now‌ that I think‌ about it, I take that back.‌​ Better that I’m⁠​⁠ the older brother.”‌​⁠

“You’re​⁠‌ petty. That’s why⁠‌ you’re an obsessive‍‌​ brother.”

“O-obsessive?‌ I’m just worried‌​⁠ about my sister!”⁠​​

Altair,‌​ who had remained​ silent, threw out​​⁠ a remark.

“That’s‌​‌ precisely what makes⁠ you obsessive.”

“H-head⁠​⁠ of the family!”‍⁠​

“Well,‍​​ it’s just pure⁠‍⁠ attachment to a relative, so I don’t blame you…‌ but I’m concerned‍‌‌ that at this‍⁠‍ rate you’ll never​ get married.”

While​‍​ we were arguing‍⁠‌ in low voices,​‍​ a presence quickly⁠‌‌ approached.

In⁠‌‌ the next instant,​‍‍ a masked figure‌ appeared before us​‌⁠ with a flash​ of light and​⁠‍ knelt on one‍‌ knee. It was​ a member of⁠⁠​ the Auditore I had glimpsed before.​ Knox’s stepsister, perhaps?​

In‍‌‌ any case, she​⁠‌ lowered the mask‍⁠‌ to her chin.​ She glanced sideways​‍ at me before⁠‍ moving her pink‍‌ lips.

“I‍⁠‍ report to the​ head of the​ family — just⁠⁠⁠ now, the 32‌‌‌ OECD countries issued​‌ a summons order​‌ for all those‍​ who have helped‌ cover up for​ Chloe Auditore da‍⁠ Sicilia.”

“Hmm.”⁠‌

Altair​‌⁠ looked up at​​⁠ the sky. The‌ contrails drifted lazily.⁠‌

“In​‍⁠ the end, things‌ have come to‌‌​ this point. Very‍‍‍ well, Flavia. When‍‌⁠ and where is‍⁠​ the summons?”

Altair‌‍​ spoke with an‍​ apparent gentleness. Flavia,​⁠​ keeping her gaze⁠ fixed on the‌ ground, hesitated before‍⁠‌ answering with a sigh.

“…They⁠‌‍ said they’ll notify​ us by video‌‌ call.”

Altair’s​​ graying eyebrows drew‌ together. A summons‍⁠ by video call‍​ was an open​‌​ humiliation to the​ proud leader of⁠ the Auditore family.⁠

In⁠ this world, among​‍ nobles, it was​‌​ customary to send‍⁠ a letter with‌ an official seal.‌‌ A video call‍​‌ was a blatant‌​​ way of belittling‌‌ him.

Altair‍‌ narrowed his eyes‍‌ in silence. His‍⁠⁠ wrinkles rippled like‌ waves before smoothing‍ out.

“Let’s‍‌⁠ go to the‍⁠⁠ conference hall.”

“Yes…”‍‌‍

Flavia​ lowered her head‍​ even further. Knox‌ looked too indignant‍‍ to speak.

It⁠‌‌ was my turn​‌⁠ to step in.​

“Then‌​ I’ll go too.”‌

Flavia’s⁠​‍ head snapped up,⁠ her eyes trembling⁠ with surprise.

“Heavenly‍ Sword, you are​ an outsider.”

“I⁠ just witnessed the‌‍ cover-up of Chloe‌​⁠ and I plan⁠​ to help with‌​‍ it. Therefore, I am involved. I should receive the⁠​​ summons as well.”​‍

“…”⁠

“Let’s​‌ go.”

I accompanied the three⁠ Auditore to the⁠ conference hall at‍⁠⁠ the center of‌‍ the castle.

A wall covered in‌‌ screens greeted us.‍‌ In the 32‍ divisions of the⁠‌ screen, solemn faces​​⁠ full of authority​​ appeared.

Apparently,‍⁠​ the connection wasn’t‌ very good, because‍ they didn’t recognize‍ me right away.‌‍‌

They‍ must have thought‍ I was just⁠ another member of⁠ the Auditore.

— Auditore Altair Auditore‍​ da Sicilia.

The‍ man in the‍‍ center opened his‌‍ mouth. It was‌⁠ the President of⁠ the United States.⁠‍

— All OECD member⁠ countries issue you​​ a summons order.‍‌‍

“Understood…”‌⁠‍

— And the people⁠⁠ with you are​​‌ also implicated, so​ all of you​‍​ must appear.

It‍ wasn’t worth listening‌ any further.

Firm‌ steps.

I moved forward. In‍⁠ the material world,‌ they could look‍ down on me.‍⁠‍

“Who‌ dares to order‍‍‍ me to come​‍ up?”

…Dare?​‍‌

From⁠‍⁠ a cosmic point‌ of view, I was looking down‍​ on them from‍ far above.

“Heavenly‍‍ Sword.”

The​ screen crackled, as‌ if the noise‌‍ reflected the emotional​⁠ impact I had‌‍‌ caused.

— If you don’t​‍​ want to disappear⁠‌ from the map,​ then you come‍ here.

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