Academy’s Genius Swordsman

8. The Girl Who Will Be Count (2)

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“This is a bit strange.”

“What?”

Duon drooled while fiddling with his mustache. He said returning the orb to Ronan.

“I have no idea what the material is. At one time, I thought that I was not very knowledgeable because I also dealt with pets… It’s the first time I’ve seen something like this.”

“Was it really shit, not eggs?”

“I don’t think so.”

Ronan shrugged his eyebrows at the assertive tone. Duon, who was rummaging under the kiosk, pulled out a small hammer. A bluish light was shining on one side of his cast iron head.

“It is an appraisal hammer overlaid with mithril. It’s one of the most expensive things in our store.”

He tapped the sphere with a hammer. A strange sound completely different from the normal hitting sound resounded. Ronan widened his eyes.

“This sound is…”

“Do you know the characteristics of Mithril?”

Ronan nodded. Mithril, called the Prince of Metal, had the property of producing a unique sound just like that of an instant when it collided with a material that was harder or had the same hardness.

“Give it to me.”

“What? Guest?!”

Ronan, who grabbed the hammer, struck the sphere again. Chaa! The market people’s attention was focused on the loud metallic sound.

“What the hell did you buy?”

Ronan stuck out his tongue. He gave it his own strength and struck it down, but there was not a single scratch left on the sphere. It meant that the hardness of the sphere was similar to or harder than that of Mithril. Duon also couldn’t hide his admiration.

“I’m sure … whatever it is, it’s a great thing.”

It was certainly a terrifying thing, whether it was poop or eggs. Ronan felt a little more afraid of the latter case. If it was an egg, it meant that some creature would break out of this shell.

“Are you going to sell it? I am willing to buy, but…”

“Yes? No, I’ll just keep it. You can’t sell something you don’t know.”

“I think that’s right. Get your feelings right.”

Ronan put the sphere back into his pocket. Now, even if I was curious, I didn’t want to sell it. I was thinking of finding someone who knows better, or asking a guy named Baren.

Then Asher stabbed Ronan in the back. He spoke the word ‘Pileon’ with his mouth. Ronan turned around with clapping hands and spoke to Duon again.

“Hey, you seem to buy and sell everything. Do you have any books about Phileon?”

“Well? Are you talking about the Phileon Academy?”

“Yes.”

Ronan explained self-defense. It was necessary to gather information even in order to take an entrance exam next month. Duon’s face brightened as he shook his head and listened to the situation.

“Aha, are you aspiring students? It went well.”

“Are you all right?”

“My daughter is also taking the Phileon this time. I think I can help you a little bit. Hey!”

He shouted as he turned to the carriage parked behind the stall. After all the modifications, the wagon was a means of transportation, a shop, and a warehouse. When no answer came, Duon began to knock on the carriage.

“baby! Marya!”

“what? baby?”

Then one of the heads slipped out of the wagon’s roof. She was an impressive girl with thick blonde hair like a lion, but she had the smallest hair Ronan had ever seen. She frowned and opened her mouth.

“Inspirational Taegi… I should have told you not to call me that?”

“Oh.”

Ronan chuckled. It was a line that didn’t suit her doll-like appearance at all. Suddenly, a sense of dread flashed through my mind.

‘Well? Wait a minute. certainly···.’

Blonde with little hair. It was a face I had seen somewhere.

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Marya. Marya? where did i see him

It was as if I could remember. Duon exclaimed with both hands on his waist.

“Marya! What kind of habit is that!”

“If you twist it… uhhhh… or make it independent.”

“You really!”

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Marya yawned without covering her mouth. Asher’s face turned white. She stretched out and jumped out of the carriage at once. The gentle landing was as graceful as a cat.

“So, what are you?”

She turned her back and stared at the boys. It seems like he was taking his own weight, but he was a little taller than Asher, so it didn’t really hit me. At that moment, Duon slammed her head into a bean.

“Oh! Why are you hitting me?!”

“Are you going to do it in moderation? Come on, say hello. These are the customers who made a big deal this time, and they say you are applying for Phileon next month.”

“Cee… a guest?”

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Marya, who was rubbing the affected area, scanned the boys up and down. Second, the twisted appearance looked too young. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“What did you sell to be a big customer?”

“Marya. Forgot the iron rule above? We do not ask where the customer’s money or goods come from.”

“···Oh right. I’m sorry, everyone.”

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Marya politely bowed her head and apologized. Ronan nodded in interest.

As before, he focused on the point of being a ‘guest’ rather than a Phileon, and although he wasn’t cheap, his attitude as a merchant seemed to be excellent. Duon, seeing that, bowed his head together.

“I apologize for the rudeness, everyone. She’s my only daughter, and I’ve been living with men at the top since I was young… It’s all my fault as a parent.”

“it’s okay. By the way, would you like to raise your head?”

“yes? why?”

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Marya shook her head. The concave features were symmetrical as if measured with a ruler. His water-colored eyes shone with a soft green color like the southern sea.

She was quite a beauty. Of course, compared to Iril’s sister, it’s inferior to chick pee.

“Huh?”

Ronan, who was carefully examining his face, tilted his head.

“Uncle, are you the only daughter?”

“yes? Oh yes. That’s right.”

“It’s strange… is there no such thing as a hidden son?”

“Yes···?”

“Think about it. Why, we males often make mistakes. It’s the so-called mistakes of youth…”

Confusion appeared on Duon’s face. Even if I had drunk about five bottles of alcohol, it wasn’t something I could talk about in front of my daughter. Sensing the atmosphere, Asher tugged on Ronan’s sleeve, but his snout only laid out more vulgar examples.

“Is there really no such thing as a night when the buttocks of the dish-washing maids looked particularly luscious?”

“Because we really want to hear this!”

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Match! Marya’s palm, which flew like the wind, slapped Ronan’s slap. There was an unusual sound coming from the back of the head. He couldn’t believe the power that came from his small body.

“What are you talking about to my dad now!”

“Lo, Ronan… are you okay?”

“This taste…”

Ronan patted his cheek and slowly turned his head. My temper was stretched out, but at the same time I was able to have confidence. The girl in front of her was someone she knew.

Ronan said.

“You, is your middle name ‘Sen’ by any chance?”

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Marya’s bright eyes widened. It was a middle name that only he and Doo-on knew, which he made up at the age of ten.

“Hey, how do you do that…!”

Ronan laughed bitterly. I also thought that life is not knowing one step ahead. I’m going to run into a relationship from the past here.

‘Damn it, Count Armalen. You were a woman.’

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The first time Ronan met her (which he knew as ‘he’ at the time) was about two years after he had been rolled as a punitive soldier.

I had been fighting with the werewolves for two months in the northern outback of the Tucan Highlands, and a handsome nobleman, Nari, came to us with loads of supplies.

“I call you Count Sen who rules Armalen. I’m here to commend you for your hard work.”

The Count was a neutral handsome man with his hair cut short. Now that the secret has been unlocked, it is natural to say, but she looked exactly like Marya.

He did not have enough food for a year, so he provided expensive silver weapons to the former soldiers. It was a spending worthy of the rumor that he was the second most wealthy person after the emperor.

Of course, it wasn’t free. Merchants don’t do business at a loss. Giving the Werewolf’s weak point, the silver weapon, meant to expel the furry from my business as soon as possible.

Everyone knew what he meant. However, what was grateful for was something to be thankful for, so Ronan and other soldiers chanted the Count’s name and expressed their gratitude.

“Oh! Because rich people like this! Look at my hand clap, Count Sen!”

“Take my ass, Sen!”

Anyway, on the day the Count came, he had a grand banquet. At the feast of good alcohol and food that I had never seen before, the punitive soldiers were able to unpack the piles of hoepo.

Ronan, the best warrior, sat next to the Count. Sen was not an aristocrat and possessed an easygoing personality, so he was able to have a pleasant conversation. Maybe thirty glasses or so? Ronan, who was pouring alcohol, spoke in a voice with a curled tongue.

“Hibub, I have a question for you, Count…Hibb, is the underside also…gold?”

“Ugh, downstairs…?”

“Why are you there? The dick and the hair on the back of the tongue…hib! The nobility wondered if it was different. uh huh.”

“···this guy!!”

The count, whose face turned red, slapped Ronan on the cheek. Ronan rolled over two wheels and fell, just as he picked up a bottle of wine and slammed the Count’s head. Wow! The banquet ended like that.

‘…you must have a reason to be angry.’

The last time I saw him was during a battle with Ahayute. The size of the enlisted men brought by the Count was comparable to that of a single corps. He took the lead to boost the morale of the soldiers, and was engulfed in an explosion on the first day of the war.

‘I was a good person.’

Ronan twisted his lips and lowered his gaze. The face of Marya, who was still brave, caught my eye. As we descended a little further, we could see a chest already showing off its presence. How the hell did you hide that? It would have been bigger later.

“How do you know that name?! No, apologize to Dad sooner than that!”

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Marya exclaimed. Asher looked into the two of them and looked nervous. Ronan raised one hand to stop Duon from scolding her daughter.

And then, he bowed his head.

“sorry. I misunderstood.”

Asher’s face contorted in astonishment. Duon was restless and tried to lift him up, but Ronan didn’t move as if he had stiffened.

After a while, another guest came and Duon left, Ronan slowly lifted his head. Marya snorted with her arms crossed.

“Heh, it’s good that apples are quick.”

“I didn’t do it for you. This bald-headed girl.”

Whoa! Ronan got up and put his fist on Marya’s head. It was a robbery on a different level from the honey chestnut filled with Duon’s love. Marya collapsed almost to the ground.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“If you don’t want to lose yourself, don’t touch my face. okay?”

Ronan nodded. It was not known what happened before he became Count Armalen, so he wore a man’s costume, but the Count he knew was the continent’s greatest merchant. Building friendships would certainly be a great help.

“Did you know?”

“Ro, Ronan, stop it…”

But he didn’t want to make friends until he crouched. What Ronan said to Duon was obviously rude. As a daughter, it was understandable to be angry.

But apart from that, I felt bad when I got hit in the face. Other causal relationships were not known.

“Hey… hey hey… it hurts…”

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Marya didn’t get up, clutching her head. A squeaking noise began to be heard. Asher stabbed Ronan in the side.

“I hit you too hard…!”

“I hit him softly… damn it.”

The little shoulders were shaking sadly. The cries were getting louder and louder. Ronan sighed and approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, so why did you do that? From now on, know the subject and be calm!”

bang! Marya jumped on her knees and threw an uppercut. Ronan’s body trembled after being hit directly in the chin. There were no tears to be found on her exposed face.

“You bastard! I thought you were going to split your hair!”

Without hesitation, Marya picked up the chair and slapped him on the head. Kwajak! Ronan’s face protruded through the bottom of the chair. The market people’s attention was focused on the untimely commotion.

“Cow, guest! Marya! What is this now…!”

“This damn bitch…!”

Blood spurted in Ronan’s fist. Duon, who was welcoming other guests, was running and throwing money. Asher cried out in a scream.

“Hey, Invisible Hand!”