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The Academy’s Sashimi Sword Master Chapter 417: The World is Crazy About Him (2)

Chapter 417: The World is Crazy About Him (2)

Auditore‍⁠‍ da Sicilia.

A group in the​ shadows of heroic⁠‌⁠ society.

Called‌ by many names,​ they were a family of assassins‌ tasked with carrying​ out the internal‍‍⁠ purification of the⁠ corrupt hero society.​​​

For⁠ heroes who fought⁠​⁠ hand-to-hand against magical‌⁠​ beasts, they were‌​ both an object​ of fear and​⁠‌ of repulsion.

The⁠ reasons were many,‌‌‌ but the main⁠⁠ one was that‍​​ they practiced torture.⁠⁠‌ Their inhuman acts⁠ were tolerated under​ the pretext of⁠⁠ being a “tradition.”‌

Furthermore,​⁠ due to a tacit pact between‌ the founder of​​⁠ Auditore and Balor‍‌‍ Joaquin 700 years‍‍⁠ ago, only Auditore‌⁠​ had official permission‌ to “torture” heroes.​

There‍​ were various methods,​ but the most⁠ feared among the​⁠ heroes was, without‌‌ a doubt, the⁠ so-called heavenly space.‍‌​

A curious name.

And⁠​ the strangest thing‌ was that it‌ didn’t leave a single scratch on‍⁠​ the target’s body.‌ They were simply‌​⁠ left there, in⁠⁠⁠ a completely white‍⁠‌ space.

Total‌ abandonment. Until the​⁠⁠ mind withered and‌ collapsed.

The⁠‌‍ group in the‍ shadows, Auditore da‌⁠ Sicilia.

After⁠ centuries of research,​⁠ they concluded that⁠ the most terrible‌​ and brutal torture‍‌ was solitude.

***⁠⁠‍

Tap.‌‍‌

Knox’s‌⁠‌ fingers touched the​​‌ glass and stopped.‍‌​

At‍ that moment, he​⁠⁠ was inside the‍ heavenly space. Not‌⁠⁠ as a prisoner,‍‍⁠ but as a visitor.

“…Chloe…”⁠‌

His⁠ voice was broken,⁠⁠‌ cracked. Through the‌​ glass, Knox looked⁠⁠⁠ at Chloe.

She‌​⁠ was huddled in‍​⁠ the exact center‌ of the space,‍​ with a vacant‍⁠ stare. They were‌​‌ her eyes, the‌​‌ windows of the⁠‍ soul, but they‍ didn’t reflect a shred of spirit.⁠

“I’m​‍ not at ease‌​‌ either, Knox.”

Altair‍⁠ Auditore was at⁠​ his side.

Knox‌‍‍ controlled the rage​‌ rising to his​ head. His intention‍ was to convince​ the head of‍ the family, no⁠ matter what.

“Was‍⁠‍ there really no‍‍​ other way, chief?”​⁠​

“You‍ also know what‍ condition Chloe was‍​ in.”

“…But‍‌‍ her condition improved​ thanks to the⁠‍ Awakening of the‌ Blessing, with Heavenly‍ Sword’s help…!”

Because​ of the constant​ killings, Chloe had​‌​ reached the threshold​ of Blessing Awakening.​‍ Although it sounded​‌‍ grand, it was​‍ in reality a curse that devoured​‌​ life expectancy.

Even⁠​ the Sword Master⁠​ limited the time⁠⁠ he maintained that‌‌ state.

Chloe,‌ both physically and‌ mentally, was still⁠⁠‍ immature. If she​ was exposed to​​ the awakening at⁠​ such a young‍ age, she would⁠‍ die before reaching​ forty.

And‍ in that state,‍⁠​ after what happened‍⁠‍ in Seoul, everything​‍ changed. While she‌ was confined, she​ not only awakened‌ the Blessing, but​ also as a mage.

A cruel joke of​​ fate.

All​ at once, Chloe‍⁠ had absorbed the‍⁠ two most extreme⁠⁠ supernatural phenomena in⁠ the world.

Her‍‌⁠ mind was crumbling⁠​ in real time.‍‌ She was constantly‌ entering berserker mode.⁠‍‌

That​‍​ was why Altair‍‍ made the heart-wrenching‍‌ decision to temporarily​‌​ confine her in‍ the heavenly space.‌‌

Is‍ Chloe destined to​ die young?

Her⁠ health was also​‍ visibly deteriorating. Each‍ time she writhed‌⁠⁠ in pain, Knox’s⁠ chest tightened.

And‍‌ then, Kang Geom-Ma⁠ put an end‌ to the Seoul‍⁠‍ disaster. Not long⁠ after, Chloe’s health‍‌​ began to improve,​⁠ if only minimally.‌⁠

But‌ there was no‌ time for gratitude.​‌​

“…Inside​‌‍ Chloe, a substance⁠ similar to a subspace is proliferating.”​​‌

Even‍‍‍ Altair, when saying‍ it, felt as‍‍ if he were‍‍‍ chewing stones with⁠‌⁠ his tongue. It‍‍​ was too shocking,‍ even after hearing‌‍‌ it several times.​

Knox’s​​⁠ hand, which was⁠‍​ touching the glass,‌ slid downward.

“Why…‍‍‌ why is this⁠‍⁠ happening to Chloe?”⁠‌⁠

“…I’m‌‍ sorry. It’s my‌⁠ fault…”

Knox​ didn’t respond.

The​​ chief wasn’t to​ blame.

This​ was just a tantrum, a powerless⁠‌⁠ scream against reality.​​⁠

“Even‍‍ so…”

When​‌​ Knox was beginning‌‍ to fall into‍ despair, Altair looked‌ into his eyes​‌‍ with tenderness.

“…It‌ seems that a possibility has arisen.”‍​‌

“…R-really!?”‌⁠‍

“The​​‌ situation seemed absolutely‍⁠‌ hopeless, right? But‌ you know what⁠‍‍ they say—the lower​​ you fall, the⁠​⁠ higher you bounce.⁠ Knox.”

Knox‌⁠​ raised his head​‍⁠ abruptly.

“What‌​ is that possibility?​ If it’s in⁠‍ my hands—no, even‍⁠‍ if it’s not—I’ll​‌ do whatever it‌ takes.”

“Don’t‌ worry. As I said, the shadow‍‌⁠ covering Chloe was​ so dense that‌‌ the sun won’t⁠⁠‍ take long to​ rise. We only​⁠⁠ need to acquire‍​ one item.”

“Acquire?⁠ Then no blood‍‌​ will have to⁠‌‌ be shed.”

At​​​ that moment, he‌​⁠ finally felt like⁠ he could breathe⁠ again. If it​‌ was something they‌⁠​ could buy, it‌​⁠ wouldn’t be a problem for the​⁠ Auditore family, one‌ of the richest‍⁠‌ among the nobles.‍‌‌

“I​‌​ misspoke. It’s not‍​ acquisition… it’s an​⁠‍ auction.”

“An⁠‍‌ auction? Do you​‌ mean…?”

“Do‍​⁠ you remember the‌​‍ Pertinax auction house?”​⁠‍

“Of⁠ course. The one​ where Heavenly Sword‍​ saved Horntail. And‍‍ where Chloe also…”⁠​‍

Knox‌⁠​ looked to the⁠‍ other side of‍‌ the glass and‍​ sighed. His breath‍​ fogged the surface.‌‍⁠

“…Yes,⁠‍ I remember. It‌‍‍ was where she‍​‍ lost control.”

“Near‍ there, a new‍ auction house has​ opened. Rumors are​ circulating that they⁠‌ are going to‌‍ put on sale⁠⁠⁠ an ancient tome‍​ that contains information‌ on Blessing Awakening‍ and magic.”

“With​‌‌ all due respect,‍‍ I doubt the⁠‌ reliability of that‌⁠‍ information. If it’s⁠ in that field,‌‌ it should be​‍ in the Joaquin‌‍ Academy library.”

Seven​⁠ hundred years.

The⁠ Joaquin Academy prided​ itself on its‌‍ long history and‌ legacy.

“This‍‌ comes from an​‌‍ organization with even⁠⁠⁠ more history than​​ that.”

“One‌‌ with more than‍‍‍ seven hundred years…?”⁠‌

Knox‍⁠‌ held his breath.⁠​‌

There​‍ was only one​​ such place.

“The⁠‍‌ Imperial Family.”

Altair⁠​‍ nodded.

“It​‍ seems you’ll have‌‌ to go with‍⁠ Heavenly Sword.”

“…But‍ he and Joaquin‌​‌ are now…”

They​​ were busy preparing​‌‌ for the Commemorative⁠⁠ Ceremony. It was⁠ tomorrow, if he⁠ remembered correctly.

“I⁠ already told you,⁠‍⁠ Knox. The darker⁠‍ the shadow, the‍​​ faster the light‌ arrives. Fortunately, the‍​‌ auction will be​⁠⁠ after the ceremony.”​‌

Altair​ gave a faint‍​ smile as he‍‍‌ looked to the​‍⁠ other side.

At​​‍ his granddaughter, Chloe.‍⁠⁠

Aged‌ feelings were reflected​‌ in the wrinkles‌ of his eyes,​‍ uncharacteristic of a hardened assassin.

“Even‍ so, it would‌​‌ be best to‌ make the request‍‍ in advance.”

***⁠​

“Hey!​ How could you‍⁠ hang the lamp‍ there?! Everything in‌⁠ the back is‌‌ misaligned! Take it‍‌ down and put​ it back again!”⁠⁠

Speedweapon‍⁠​ shouted. His subordinates,​‌‍ who were up⁠‍⁠ on ladders hanging​​ lanterns on the⁠‍‍ trees, lowered their‍‌ heads in embarrassment.‌​

“That’s‌‌ not the color‍ that goes there!”​‌

Speedweapon‍​ was personally directing‍ the site. Only​ half a day‍​‌ remained until the‍⁠ commemorative ceremony.

Of⁠‌‍ all the people‍ I know, the‌⁠ fastest and most‌‌ efficient at working​ is Speedweapon.

‘Ryozo⁠ is a goddess.’‍​

The‌ academy director knew‍ this too, which‍ is why she⁠​ entrusted him with‍‌ organizing the event.⁠‍ Although in reality,​ it was Ryozo’s‌‍‌ maneuver to exploit⁠‌ him thoroughly.

Look,​ I’ll say it⁠​ clearly—Speedweapon is easy⁠‍ to handle. He’s⁠ absurdly diligent.

When‍⁠ Ryozo transferred total⁠ control of the‍‌ event to him,​⁠‍ Speedweapon’s face lit‍ up with excitement.​ It seemed that​‌⁠ directing an event​​ at his old‌ school had him⁠‌​ euphoric. You could‌‌‌ see it even‌‌‌ in the tension​‌⁠ weighing on his‍ shoulders.

“Speedweapon.”⁠​

I put a hand‌‍ on his shoulder.​ Damn, so tense.‌​ As soon as‌‌ I did, his​​​ hawk-like eyes turned‍⁠ toward me.

His​ tight features relaxed‌ when he recognized‌⁠ me.

“Ah,​ it’s you, president.”⁠⁠

“And​⁠‍ if it wasn’t​‌‌ me? What were​‍ you going to​‌ do, Speedweapon?”

“Take‌⁠ it easy. This​‌‌ is an academy⁠​‌ activity, and the‌ association is just​‍⁠ helping. No need​ to kill yourself​ over it.”

“No,⁠‍‌ no. Joaquin’s festivals⁠⁠‌ have always had‌ a lot of‌​ help from the‍​​ association. And besides,⁠ the director herself​​ told me…!”

He⁠ pointed his thumb​‍​ proudly at his⁠‍ chin.

“She‌​ said that in‍ the hands of‌ this Speedweapon lay‍‌‌ the destiny of⁠‍​ the ceremony.”

“That’s​ not exactly what‌⁠ she said.”

“President,‍‌ you know I’m⁠⁠ a bit of​​ a perfectionist, right?”‌‍​

“Ha.‍‌‌ There you go,‌ running away. That‌​ only makes me‌ want to tease⁠ you more.”

“And‍ yet, in the⁠ academy you weren’t​ exactly perfect with‌⁠ your grades.”

“P-president,‌ you…!”

The​‌ stares settled on​‍​ us. The association⁠‍ employees who were‍ hanging lights stopped⁠ to listen. They‌ looked at me⁠ with pleading eyes.⁠​‌

‘Crush‍ him, please!’

‘A​​ dose of justice,‍‌‌ boss! We want‌‍⁠ an ice-cold soda!’‌‍⁠

With‌‍ pleasure, I’ll crush⁠ him with facts.‍

“Eternally⁠​ second place.”

“That‍⁠ was…!”

“The⁠⁠ king of almost.”‌⁠

“Argh!”​

“And⁠​ that was when⁠‍ Ryozo didn’t even‍ study.”

“Aaaaaaah!”‍‌

A cry of anguish‍ exploded in the⁠⁠‍ place. The subordinates​ cheered openly. You​ could tell they​ were enjoying it.⁠‌

“We​ love you, Heavenly‌​‍ Sword!”

“You’re⁠​ the hero of‌‌ our generation!”

“More,​ more! Hit him⁠ harder!”

‘What‌‌ a great reception.’⁠⁠

But​‌ better leave it⁠‌ there. After all,‍‌‍ Speedweapon was the⁠ general manager of​ the event. I couldn’t leave him‍‌‌ in shambles.

I took him to⁠‌ a café, while‍⁠ the employees followed​‍​ me with eyes‌⁠‍ burning with fervor.​​ Some even looked​​ at me with‍ reverent eyes that​‍ Abel and Ryozo‌ would hate.

In‌ fact, that’s why‌⁠ we left.

Anyway,‌‌ after soothing his⁠​ wounded soul with​ a café au‌​ lait, Speedweapon began⁠​ grumbling.

“President,‌‌‌ that was too‍‍‌ much. Comparing me⁠‍ with Ryozo is​​⁠ cheating. How are⁠‌ you going to⁠‌ compare a heavenly‌​ with a human?”‌‌

“Sorry,‍‍‍ sorry. But honestly,‍⁠ I think you’re⁠ also from the⁠ heavenly plane.”

“Heavenly,⁠ me? Yeah, right…”‍‌

While⁠​‍ sipping his café‍ au lait, Speedweapon⁠‍​ looked out the‌ window. Outside, students​ strolled around campus‍ with faces full​​ of excitement. Youth‍‌⁠ was in the‍ air everywhere.

“When‍‌ I was a student, I thought⁠ I was going‍‍⁠ to be someone‍ important. But then‍ I went out⁠ into the real⁠ world… and I wasn’t anything.”

“Come⁠ on, don’t be​‌ modest. You’re making​⁠ great progress in‍⁠ the association. At⁠‌ your age, no⁠⁠ one else has‍ achieved what you‍​ have.”

“Yes,‍ that’s true… but…”‌⁠

Speedweapon‌​ gave a bitter​⁠‌ smile.

Though‌‍ the café au⁠‍ lait was sweet.⁠‌‌

“My⁠⁠ classmates… my classmates,‌​ you know? Not​ to go far,⁠ Saki is the​‌​ academy director, Abel⁠ is the queen⁠ of the social‍​ circle, Leon is⁠‍ a hero, Rachel​ is the new​⁠⁠ face of Lancelot.⁠ And you, president…​ bah, you don’t​​ count, you’re outside‌‍​ the category.”

Hmm.‍​

‘So‌‌ he also had‌⁠‍ his own burdens.’‌

Speedweapon​‌ is the one​‌⁠ who keeps the​⁠‌ mood. When things‍​ get tense among⁠ my old classmates,‌‍‍ he’s always the‌‌ one who speaks​ up to ease‌‍ it. Thanks to‌ him, the inflated⁠⁠​ egos don’t explode‍‍‌ into conflict.

But‍ now I realize​‌ that maybe, for‍ a long time,‍​ he’s felt left⁠​ behind among us.‍ As if he⁠‌ were the only‍ one lagging. It​ wasn’t envy, it​⁠​ was anxiety.

Thanks‍​ to you, we’re​ still friends.

But​​‍ between men, this⁠ kind of words​ sound too corny.⁠​​ And I know⁠ he doesn’t want‍ to hear them.​

Unfortunately,⁠⁠ this is something‍ Speedweapon has to‌ overcome alone. Internal​⁠‍ struggles—each person must‌ solve them for‍⁠​ themselves.

“Hahaha.‍⁠‌ But come to​⁠​ think of it,​ I’m pretty amazing.”‌

Speedweapon⁠‌ burst into laughter.​

“After​⁠​ all, I was‍⁠‌ the one who​​​ competed for first‍‌​ place in written​⁠​ exams with Saki‌ during school.”

“Yes.‍‍⁠ That’s impressive.”

Speedweapon⁠​ smiled proudly.

“And‌ since I was‍‍ her rival, I can say it⁠ with certainty: that​ woman is absolutely‌​‍ incredible.”

“I‍ know.”

“No,‍ Kang Geom-Ma. More​‌​ than you think.”‌

“Hmm?”‍​

“Hey,​​ you know the​ matter of moving​⁠ the capital is‍​​ underway, right?”

I nodded halfheartedly.

“Yes.‌‍ It’s causing a huge stir. But​‍‌ most people seem⁠ to agree. For‌⁠​ once, the public‍‌ says the politicians​ are doing something​ useful.”

“The​⁠ moment when the‌ deputies broke with‌‍ the nobility. And‍ how they quickly‍​‌ consolidated new sponsors.⁠ Do you really​‍ think they did⁠​⁠ that on their‍‌ own, in such‌⁠‌ a volatile and‌​‌ confusing situation?”

…Ah.‍‌

“Did‍ you know that​‌ recently Saki invited‌ en masse Japanese‍⁠ nobles living in‌​ Korea, with her‍‌ as prime minister?”‌⁠​

“Well,‌​‍ it’s the neighboring​‌ country, I guess​‍‍ for diplomacy…”

“Right‌ at this moment?‍ It wasn’t coincidence.‌‌‌ Everything comes from⁠ one mind.”

Speedweapon⁠​​ tapped his temple‌ with his index⁠ finger.

And‌⁠ smiled broadly.

“If‌ you think about‌ what Saki was‌ like when she​‌‌ entered the academy—it’s⁠ like heaven and⁠‍‌ earth. Before, she‌‍ only slept and‍​‍ ate sweets. And‍ now she’s sacrificing‌‌ sleep to move⁠⁠​ all her staff⁠‌ and available resources.”‍‍

“…”‌

“I⁠ feel proud to⁠⁠ have been her‍⁠ rival back then.⁠ That person is‍‍⁠ pulling the strings⁠​ of all Northeast⁠‍‍ Asia from the​‍ shadows.”

“Speedweapon.”⁠

I stood up.

Speedweapon⁠ shook his head‌ as if he​​​ expected it.

“Go.⁠⁠⁠ With family, you‍⁠​ have to show⁠​ gratitude on time.‍‌ If you take‌‌‌ it for granted,‌ you become a bad person, president.”‌⁠

“I…‌⁠ thanks.”

After‍⁠ being the one​‍ who gifted soda​​ to the employees,‍ now I felt‌‍​ a lump in⁠​ my throat.

“This⁠‍ was confidential, and​‍⁠ you told me‌ just like that.”⁠​​

“You⁠‌‍ were going to⁠‍ find out soon.‍‌‍ I just gave‌ you the news‍‍ two days early.‌⁠​ Go on, go.”‌‌

I turned around. Speedweapon‍⁠ stayed sipping his​ café au lait.⁠‌​ As I took‌ the first step,‌​​ I spoke without‍​ looking at him.‍​⁠

“You’re⁠​​ more incredible than‌​‌ you think.”

He‍‌​ didn’t turn around.‌‍⁠ Even so, I kept speaking, even​‌ though it embarrassed‌‍ me.

“Just⁠​⁠ as you feel‌‌​ proud to have‍ been Saki’s rival…​‍ I feel proud‌​⁠ that you’re my‍ friend.”

“…”⁠

“I’m‌ going. Don’t bully‍ the employees too⁠‌‍ much.”

I left the café.‍ It was a bit away from‍‍​ the bustle of⁠ the festival, so⁠‍ it felt quiet.​‌‌

Only‌‌ the soft sound‍ of someone sniffling‍⁠ remained.

And​‍ so, between emotion‍ and expectations, we‌⁠‌ welcomed the commemorative⁠‍​ ceremony.

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