Academy’s Genius Swordsman

< 76. Resuscitation (2) >

#76

A spiral staircase leading to the laboratory appeared. Jarrodin opened his mouth, holding Ronan’s shoulders.

“I have to start the 144th experiment. Right Now.”

“Now?”

Jardordin turned his back instead of answering. He descended the stairs with precarious steps like a deer with a broken leg. The essence of fresh blood was still in Ronan’s hand.

“Eight, damn it.”

Ronan, scratching his head, followed Jarrodin. In the darkened laboratory, the smell of ink and iron, and the thick rose scent still pervaded.

The glass tube containing Sunya was shining like a star in the distance. Ronan stepped on the books that were spread like fallen leaves.

“You are late.”

Jarrodin, who had arrived earlier, was rummaging through the notes he had written down like a madman. He held out his hand without looking away.

“Will you give me We need to extract the magic in a hurry.”

“Didn’t you go in whole?”

“A small amount is enough. It will be over soon, so please wait.”

On the worn-out desk were the tools previously used to extract magic from Sarante’s ring. Having received the essence of fresh blood, Jarudine immediately began to extract it.

It actually took less than 10 minutes to finish the job. The mana of fresh blood that had been separated was pulsating in a small flask. Jordin took a deep breath and continued.

“Then I will start the 144th resuscitation experiment. The experimenter was Jarrodin Stonesong. Is the subject Sue?”

Jarudine headed towards the glass tube, carrying two flasks. In the other one, Sarante’s mana extracted from the ring was fluttering.

Sunya was still floating in the middle of the glass tube with her eyes closed. She was wearing a different dress than she had seen before.

As Jarudine chanted the spell, the two types of mana inside the flask were transferred to the inside of the glass tube. It was as if the red and blue paint had been dissolved. A cracked voice came from between the dry lips.

“···please.”

Shuaa- Mana began to slowly seep into Sunya’s body, mixing with an unknown liquid. Jordin looked at it for a long time and then turned around.

“I have to say this first. Thank you.”

“Is it all over?”

“no. You have to wait until all the mana is drained. The results will be available in an hour or so.”

Jarudine’s face was half-half of anticipation and half-resignation. It was the expression of a person who recognized that this was only one of countless attempts. Jordin said.

“Don’t apologize for the military point without the circumstances. The fresher the essence of the fresh blood, the better.”

“it’s okay.”

“Thank you for understanding. Do you have some time?”

“yes.”

“Then let’s talk for a moment.”

Ronan nodded. Still, there must have been a mountain of things we wanted to ask each other. The two sat side by side on the bed and talked.

“Why are you helping me?”

“I want to.”

“If you don’t want to tell me, don’t ask. Still, I need to hear this one. What did you do to get the essence of this crazy vampire?”

“What, did you know?”

“okay. I hoped it was someone I knew.”

“Uh… it’s a bit long to say the least.”

Ronan briefly described what had happened last night. Of course, through proper adaptation. The plot of the Blood Hook, a bet with Balzac in an abandoned tomb. As the story progressed, Jarudine’s eyes gradually widened.

“You bet on yourself, that’s crazy.”

“It’s just that the results are good.”

“Anyway, was it Balzac? Is that vampire still looking for me?”

“I completely turned around and became obsessed with it. What kind of wonderful experience did it give you to get that shape?”

“There are so many things that I can’t answer. It was a fierce battle that would not be strange even if we each died ten times.”

Jarrodin has been asking questions about Balzac’s recent status. Ronan answered as he wished. Jarodin, who listened, patted his chin, opened his mouth.

“…I’ve felt it for a long time, but looking at you reminds me of my youthful days.”

“Suddenly?”

“okay. Not afraid of anything. The me at the time when I thought the world revolved around me.”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows. Jardordin suddenly began to talk about his past. His youth was like a tree growing only vertically without side branches.

“The Stonesongs were the most prestigious of magic in the South. I was such a genius that there might be one in hundreds of years. Wealth and fame were as natural as the sun rising every morning.”

“It’s very unlucky for you to say that with your own mouth.”

“okay. I was arrogant and arrogant again. At the time, I treated everyone, including my family, like a goldfish walking on two legs.”

Jarrodin was a genius. He solved the challenges that other people risked for their entire lives like blowing their noses into a tissue. They tried to find and challenge those who were known as the strong, but in the end, they only ended up laughing at the efforts they had built up.

By the time I was eighteen, everything became boring and I went on a wandering road. There was nothing like a free mercenary to run rampant while surrendering to the blood.

They made a lot of money because of their skills, but they all said that they spent it on alcohol and women that night. Ronan was completely immersed in his story. There was a considerable sense of unity in the garbage-like walk.

“It was an example of a maniac.”

“I will not deny it. If I hadn’t met these two women, I’d probably still be living like that.”

“One of them will be his wife. Who is the other one?”

“Butterfly. It is a monster you are familiar with.”

The first time the two met was in the southern jungle. Nabirose at the time was also a free mercenary like Jarrodin. Like Jarrodin, Nairobi at that time had a very different personality from what it is today.

“It still sounds good. I said that if I didn’t do my best, I would cut off the neck and turn it into a lamp.”

“Damn, our instructor? It looks like it flew a bit.”

“Balzac was rather meek. The students should have seen the monster pierce a palm fruit with its little finger and swallow it.”

Jarrodin shook his head as if fed up. He described the battle with Nabirose over nearly thirty minutes.

Rocks that rose like a tidal wave filled the lake, and hundreds of trees were beheaded every time a huge sword was fired. The duel started at noon and ended at midnight. The winner was Nabirose.

“It was the first defeat of my life. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t win. The monster threw me, half-mamma, into the middle of the jungle.”

“…it blew more than I expected.”

“It was expensive even for the tuition for learning humility. If it wasn’t for Sunya, who came to me after hearing the sound, I would have really become the food of the animals.”

The Sunya were an indigenous people living in the great jungle. She took Jarodin, who had become half-bodied, to her village and nursed her for nearly a year. It was a strange situation not to fall in love. At some point, Jarrodin was unable to imagine a day without her.

“I couldn’t even eat by myself, and I slept in a bed made of woven straw. But looking back, those were the happiest times.”

The two naturally became lovers, and in the end they got married with the blessings of the natives. Having fully recovered, Jarrodin immediately took Sunya back to the Stonesong family. So far it’s been good Suddenly, a shadow fell on Jordin’s face.

“The problem is, I was a jerk.”

However, the eyes of those around him looking at Sunya were never pretty. The people of the family treated her more like a curious exhibit than Jarrodin Stonesong’s wife.

Of course, Sunya did not mind such contempt. As always, she loved her husband. The problem was Jordin. He was not angry with those who asked such questions. The main voice came out of Jarrodin’s mouth.

“…I began to feel ashamed of my wife.”

“Damn it.”

Ronan almost drew his sword. About ten minutes remained until the end of the experiment. Jordin continued.

“People often asked me why I got married. I gave a different answer each time. For the sake of friendship with the natives, for some magical study .

Every time it happened, Jarrodin apologized to his wife. Handing over her favorite rose. Sunya always smiled like an idiot and repeated only saying it was okay.

She died when Jarrodin was no longer even apologetic. When he came back from work, he said he was dead.

“You don’t know why he died?”

“I do not know. It wasn’t a soldier or a viper. I couldn’t figure out the cause.”

No matter what method I tried, I couldn’t figure out the cause. What followed was the same as what Ronan saw in his diary.

He was throwing everything to revive his wife. After finishing the story, Jarrodin shut his mouth. Ronan spit on the floor and got up.

“It’s a bit of a joke to say this, but you were a real bastard, Professor. A baby beast would be better than that.”

“I will not deny it.”

“Then you are going to bring your wife back to life to reveal the cause?”

“Of course there is. You should also apologize. But the biggest reason is to answer that question that has been asked countless times. “Why did you marry her?”

“What are you going to answer?”

“First, whoever he is, I will blow him in the face with his fist. and···”

Jarrodin, who was pulling the tail, raised his head and looked at Ronan. The pupils that had been buried deep in the eye sockets were red and bloodshot. His mouth fell open.

“I’m just going to reply that I got married because I love you.”

Ronan said nothing. Then the bell rang, indicating that an hour had passed. The two people who turned their heads at the same time looked at the glass tube. Jordin’s face hardened.

“········”

There was no more mana left. Sunya still had her eyes closed. After watching for five more minutes, Jarrodin stood up. He muttered softly as he placed his hand on the glass coffin.

“. . . a failure.”

Jarudine’s expression darkened. He took a step forward to the desk and sat down on the chair as if collapsing.

Before long, the clatter of a feather pen was heard in the silence. I must have been writing about the 144th failure. Ronan licked his lips.

“Damn…”

In a way, it was natural. They used grandiose materials, but this was only one of countless attempts. Ronan turned around and the car was just about to take a step. Suddenly, a strange sound tickled his ear.

– Boogle.

“Well?”

Ronan looked back. At the same time, his eyes widened. Ronan, barely suppressing the urge to scream, called for Jarrodin, who was writing the report.

“…Jarodin?”

“Why but?”

“I think you should come and see this.”

Jordin turned his head slowly. Ronan was pointing at the glass tube with her eyes popping out wide. His gaze fell on Sunya. The feather pen he was holding fell to the floor.

“···Oh My God.”

Jarudine stood up. I couldn’t stand up at once because my legs were weak. He fell three times as he approached a distance less than five steps away.

Eventually, he reached the front of the glass tube and sat down on the floor. Transparent tears flowed down Jarrodin’s cheeks non-stop. He hit his head with a glass coffin. My slender shoulders began to shake.

“Ah…aa…”

Bubbles were rising from Sunya’s lips. The interval that occurred was as stable as breathing. Her pale, lead-like body had a soft complexion.

****

Ronan exited Tower 41. It wasn’t a good atmosphere to stay in. Jarrodin, who was sobbing while holding the glass tube, began to frantically concentrate on his research again.

‘Anyway, it’ll be fine. Because it was different from before.’

The 144th attempt to resuscitate was not a failure. Sunya began to breathe again and began to function as a living organism.

However, he could not open his eyes as his consciousness had not yet returned. It remains to be seen whether Jarrodin really succeeded in bringing a person back to life.

Ronan remembered the story of Jarodin and Sunya as he walked through the campus. It was a story that really made people’s minds complicated.

‘I got married because I love you.’

Ronan returned to the dormitory. It seemed that the sleep that had come for some reason had escaped. As I was about to enter the building, I heard a familiar voice from behind.

“Ronan.”

Ronan turned his head. A tall girl was standing with her back against the wall of the building. In her hand was a coat worn by a martial artist. Ronan smirked.

“Adeshan?”

“Yeah. It’s not been a long time… just one day.”

“What’s going on here?”

“The morning star of the empire was looking for you, so I came here just in case.

“Are you moving?”

“Yeah. He said it was urgent. He came to the club building quickly and comforted me.”

“Thank you for telling this damn bastard what else…”

I wanted to ignore it, but that wasn’t the case. It was the car Ronan was about to turn. Adeshan pulled himself off the wall and grabbed his sleeve.

“Wait a minute.”